She picked up the package from her doorstep and took it inside. No return address. No, wait, there was. It was his e-mail address. She set it on the table, think ing she would open it later. But no, he wouldn’t approve of that.
She opened it. Inside she found an iPod, head phones, a blindfold, a pair of those fur-lined handcuffs and a note. The note read:
“Stop right now, set this note down, and e-mail that you received the package before reading on.”
It never occurred to her to keep reading. If he wanted her to stop in her tracks and do what he wanted, she would not hesitate. She sent the e-mail, then wondered if she should continue reading the note before she heard back. She decided he would approve of her reading on:
“When you are to follow these instructions, I will text you the word “‘honeysuckle.’ Then you are to unlock your door, take off all your clothing, put on the headphones and start the playlist on the iPod. Turn it up loud. Very loud. Go to the couch and put a pillow on the floor. Kneel on the pillow and set down the iPod. Put the key to the handcuffs on the couch next to the iPod. Put on the blindfold and handcuff your hands behind your back. Lay with your chest on the couch and spread your legs open. You may speak freely when I am there, but you will not be able to hear me or any other sound. When I remove the handcuffs, count slowly to 100. Then you may remove the blindfold and headphones.”
She was flushed. Her heart was beating quickly. She decided to masturbate quickly. Master would like the thought of that—he’d like to watch even more. When she was done, she returned the items to the box and put it in one of the upper cabinets. Over the next few days she thought about the box often. Every time she received a text message she jumped. She wondered what would happen when she was bound, blind and deafened.
Three days passed. Late in the afternoon, she had just come home. Her phone beeped it was him. “Honey suckle.” Her heart jumped. She dropped what she was doing and stripped, ex cited. She retrieved the box and took out the contents. She didn’t need to reread the note. She knelt in front of the couch and relaxed.
The playlist was such that she couldn’t hear anything else. It was dark behind the blindfold. She found that if she relaxed her shoulders, having her hands bound be hind her was fairly comforta ble. After what felt like five or ten minutes she sensed something around her, perhaps a vibration in the floor. He had said that she could speak freely. That was new. What would she say? What did he want to hear?
There was no reply. She felt fingers in her hair. Then he grasped her hair at the roots and pulled her head up and back, lifting her breasts up off the couch, not hard, but firmly. He held her there a moment, then let go. She wondered if she should put her head back down or remain still. She relaxed and decided to be still. She felt hands caressing her ass, then fingers on her pussy lips. She was wet as he stroked and probed.
Every few minutes he pulled away for a moment. She was puzzled trying to figure it out. Then it struck her. Was there another man with her master? She started to panic. Her breathing became rapid. “Master, is that you? Are you alone?” Of course she could hear no response. She considered. If it was another man, her master had arranged it.
She felt a cock against her pussy. It stroked back and forth without enter ing, getting wetter. Then it slid in. But whose cock? It didn’t matter. Her master would be pleased with her for following instructions. She would fuck anoth er man if it pleased him. She felt herself take another step down the ladder of being totally his. She would fuck them both if he wanted.
The cock worked smoothly in and out of her. At times it was still for a moment. It was odd. It seemed familiar, but she couldn’t be sure. It felt like his hands on her hips. Was it him? He grabbed her arms just above the elbows and thrust deeper in her. He let go and grabbed her hips. His pace increased. He was going to come soon, she realized. Suddenly he pulled out, grabbed her hair again and pulled her head back. She opened her mouth wide. He came on her face, on her lips and tongue.
She held perfectly still. Another momen tary pause, then the cock was in her mouth. She closed her lips around him. Yes, it was him! She knew his taste. It was all familiar now. It was her master’s cock. She sucked it hard and deep, the way he loved for her to do after he came. Finally he pulled out of her mouth. There was another pause. She still had his come on her cheeks and chin. She licked it up.
“Thank you, Master.”
Another pause, longer this time. Was he getting dressed? He removed the headphones from her ears. The silence was deafening. “Yes, my darling, it’s me. I’m here, alone.” She smiled, but knew it would have been fine if he hadn’t been alone. “I have taken gorgeous pictures of you. Of us. Thank you. You did very well. I am pleased. I will cherish these.”
It all made sense now. The pauses. He was taking photos. She thought back through the encounter. She had done well. And he was pleased. She smiled. He kissed her deeply. She heard the click of the handcuffs being unlocked. She started counting backwards from 60. The door opened and closed. She smiled again. She knew she would masturbate immediately.—G.B., Grande Prairie, Alberta,
Dinner was fabulous. She was in a sexy, revealing black dress he’d bought for her that day no panties, as he usually requested . In the cab on the way to the thea ter they made out like teen agers. They’d had a couple of glasses of wine. She’d have been willing for him to take her right there!
The theater crowd was mostly older, but the play was awesome, and she played with his cock discreetly through at least half of it. He kept going from rock-hard to soft and back. They whispered in each oth er’s ears and giggled often.
On the ride home she fondled and licked him. He didn’t seem in any rush to come. Once in the door, he kissed her deeply, the way he does. Then he held her firmly, looked deep in her eyes and pinned her to the wall. He kissed her for a very long time. She felt herself give in to him totally.
“Go bring us a dildo,” he said. She smiled, flashed her eyes and said, “Yes, Master.” Flushed with excite ment, she ran to her room and selected something not too large or small, since she had no idea what he would do with it. When she returned with it, he told her to get on her knees. “Yes, Master,” she said and quickly dropped down. Her heart was beating much quicker. He stepped behind her and wrapped his hand around her throat, tightening and loosening his grip, just hinting at what he could do if he desired. Not that he would!
His hands went to her shoulders and arms, down her back, then enveloped her breasts and moved down her sides to her hips. At his gentle urging on her hips, she leaned forward on her hands and raised her ass in the air, writhing slowly as she did. He slid the black dress up to her hips. His hands moved all over her. Then his tongue was on the cheek of her ass.
He kissed and licked her while he massaged her, care ful to keep his hands from her wet pussy. He enjoyed teasing her. Finally he put his hands on her ass, one on each cheek, stretching them apart while massaging them. Like a jolt of electricity his tongue barely touched her folds. She arched her back, and he stroked her with his tongue, a continuous pass from her clit to her ass.
He lay down on the floor next to her, looked in her eyes and said, “Suck on the dildo like it was my cock.” She said, “Yes, Master,” and picked up the dildo. She licked it up and down, taking her time, putting on a show. He watched intently as she circled it with her tongue and finally wrapped her lips around it. She stroked it into her mouth several times, then looked at him and slid it all the way down her throat, almost swallowing it.
She held it there a mo ment, then pulled it out and took a deep breath. “Keep sucking it while I fuck you,” he said. She said, “Yes, Mas ter,” and spread her legs in anticipation. He slid behind her, and she felt his hard cock as again he ran his hands over her back, tits, hips, legs and ass. He stroked her lips gently with his cock, and she sucked rhythmically on the dildo.
He split her lips slightly, hinting at entering her, but after several moments he just barely slid in her, maybe an inch, then stroked just that bit. Without thinking she moved her hips back to take him deeper. He pulled out of her and slapped her ass. She whimpered. With the dildo still in her mouth, she mumbled, “I’m sorry, Master, please forgive me.”
He put his hands back on her ass and slid in her in an act of forgiveness. She was wet. He ended the stroke with a thrust, slapping his balls against her clit. A moan escaped her, smothered by the dildo in her mouth. As he settled into a rhythm, she tilted her hips so his cock slid against the most sensitive places deep inside her. His hands firmly on her ass cheeks, he began to pull them apart and release them, with his thumbs nestled between her pussy and asshole so that each time he pulled them aside, she relaxed a little more and was stretched open slightly more. She felt slight stirrings of the coming orgasm.
“Put your right hand on your ass cheek and stretch it.”
“Yes, Master,” she mumbled. Still holding the dildo in her mouth with her left hand, she went down on her left elbow and grabbed her ass and pulled hard. She let go of the dildo, pressing it against the floor to force it in her mouth. He touched a finger to her asshole. It was wet and slippery, and by now very relaxed. With his cock stroking deep in her and the dildo filling her mouth, his finger slipped in her ass, as she anticipated.
“Suck the cock hard, baby.”
“Oh, Master.” In a flash the dildo in her mouth was to her the hot pulsing cock of another man while her master fucked her. It pushed her over the edge. “I’m com ing, Master,” she mumbled.
His finger went deep in her ass—or was it two? She was overwhelmed with her orgasm, shaking now, filled in every way possible. She wasn’t sure what she was mumbling. He filled her cunt with his come. Her chest was heaving with her breath ing now, her tits dragging on the floor. She felt a tear on her cheek.
She wanted his cock in her mouth. It was a risk, but it would be worth any punishment. She slid off of his cock, dropped the dildo, turned around and took him deep in her mouth. She sucked hard, sliding him as far down her throat as she could. As she caught her breath, she relaxed her mouth grip on him.
She would do anything for him. She was his. She was afraid to look up at him, afraid she would lose herself. Afraid she already had.—T.D., Simi Valley, California
It had been a week since my knee surgery, and my wife and I were getting randy. I’d been sleeping on the pull-out couch downstairs, and we couldn’t do much more than mutual masturbation. It would probably be several more weeks before I could give Caroline a proper orgasm, and while she said she could wait, I knew she was frustrated.
So I hatched a plan.
Caroline and I have had our share of sexual adventures, often involving anoth er man or woman sharing our bed, but with mixed suc cess for her. Many times she has been left wanting, which deprives me too, as I love to watch her being pleasured by another person—almost more than anything. It’s my most frequent fantasy.
But I’m both blessed and cursed with a large penis, so it’s been difficult to find another person who satisfies her. I admit that I am short on stamina, but even men who can go for hours can’t seem to “fill” my wife’s needs. She loves their oral skills, but needs a big cock to finish her off right. Plus, for safety reasons she likes to invite only people we’ve known for a while, further limiting the pool.
I made a covert call to an old partner of ours. Brock is married to a woman who doesn’t much like sex of any sort, but especially oral. So when he’s had occasion to feast on Caroline, he’s very giving, and she likes him. She admitted that he was one of our best threesomes. He’s extremely well-built, but unfortunately not at all well-endowed.
I called Brock while Caro line was out doing errands and explained our situation, and suggested he give her a call—without letting on that I suggested it—to see if she needed help around the house while I recuperated. I knew she was eager to get the treadmill we purchased recently upstairs, which I certainly couldn’t do.
She didn’t tell me apparently she had plans of her own , but I learned later that he called her promptly on her cell and she said it would be great for him to stop by and help. It seems Brock was hatching plans of his own, for when he knocked on the door a few days later he had with him a good-looking Latino friend named Tony smaller in stature than Brock or myself to “help with the move.”
I was watching TV on the pull-out when they came in and I was introduced to Tony. Caroline offered them beers, and we became fast friends. The sexual tension was growing, and I started to feel optimistic, even more when Caroline pulled Brock into the kitchen for a quick chat. I had a feeling she was demanding info on Tony to see where he fit into whatever she had in mind.
The temperature in the room seemed to rise when they returned. My wife shot me a devious look, and sug gested that after Brock and Tony moved the treadmill, they could enjoy the hot tub on our back deck to soothe their aching muscles. When Tony objected, “Oh, I don’t have a suit,” she explained that we don’t allow bathing suits in the hot tub anyway—too much detergent, and all.
While the guys went to work on the treadmill, Caro line went to work on me. My semi-hard cock twitched at her touch, as she asked, “Ooh, what do you want?”
“You know me, always up for anything,” I said. “I see you like our new friend.”
“He’s nice,” she said. “We’ll see. You still want to watch me, don’t you? I’ve got something in mind.”
She hurried upstairs, and for a while I heard furniture being moved around, then quiet talking, then silence. I thought I heard a soft moan or two, a few giggles. Fifteen minutes passed before Caro line strolled downstairs, clad only in a towel and holding a pair of pretend handcuffs. She told me to lean forward, then cuffed my wrists.
“All you’re going to do today is watch,” she said. “You won’t do anything but what I say. Understood?” Then she pulled my pj bottom down to my thighs, just above my brace, baring my hardening cock. “Now of course you aren’t going to be touching yourself either! But be good, and maybe I’ll take care of you later.”
What a woman! I hadn’t even thought of the handcuff touch, and the extra level of frustration it would cause me, watching my wife have raunchy sex with two men without being able to tend to my own needs.
Soon Brock and Tony came downstairs, naked and holding their towels, so I could see their near-erect members. With bewildered smiles they told me how amazed they were at their good fortune. Which left me wondering just how much good fortune they’d already had upstairs!
They all slipped into the hot tub, which was mostly out of view from my seat on the couch. I saw Brock in one corner, but the rest was left to my imagination. They seemed to be chatting for a while. Then it looked like Brock was just watching. After a time he moved out of view, and I imagined them sitting together, doing any number of things. For quite a while I couldn’t see anything, until I saw Brock get out of the tub and come into the kitchen. With his cock hard, he walked smiling to the fridge for more drinks.
He came in the den and with his erection in my face said, “Caroline says you’re to suck my cock while she gets to know Tony better. She also said not to hesitate.”
I didn’t. Brock had introduced me to bisexual play years before at my wife’s request. It was her fantasy to see two men going at it. He and I had only ever done oral, and he was better at it than most women, so I was comfortable with him. And besides, I wasn’t exactly go ing anywhere. I didn’t mind playing the submissive for a day, and opened my mouth and took Brock in, giving him the best suckjob I could. Thank fully he’s small, because he was soon fucking my mouth fully.
“I’ve really missed being with you two,” he said as he pumped me. “Can I shoot off in your mouth?” Mum bling that he could, I braced myself just in time for his ex plosion in my mouth. It didn’t taste too bad! He kept himself inside until I swallowed. I wasn’t sure if that was his idea or part of his instructions. Either way, we both enjoyed it. His breathing finally slowed, and he withdrew, thanking me for a fine suck. He peered over his shoulder and, not seeing anyone, gave my big boner a few good tosses before going back outside.
Caroline and Tony got out of the tub and they all came inside. They dried off, leaving their towels in a pile, and she told Brock and Tony to sit on the couch in the next room. Now, from 15 feet away, I would be able to see everything.
Caroline came over and sat next to me. She gave me a deep kiss, no doubt tasting the fruits of my labor, and said, “My, haven’t you been busy? Still having fun?”
I assured her I was. She checked to make sure I was still handcuffed, then stood up and walked slowly toward her lovers in the next room. She sat between them, and they kissed her mouth and her breasts, progressing to caressing her knees and her inner thighs. Their hands explored every inch of her flesh, and she recip rocated by cuffing their stiff cocks. I was impressed to see Brock already “up” for action again!
When they reached Caro line’s freshly shaved mound she welcomed them in, first just spreading to their touch, then draping her knees over theirs. She moaned as their fingers penetrated her folds. I didn’t know until later that Tony had partially fucked her in the hot tub, which helped explain why she was so hot. Her hips rolled toward him, impaling her on his fingers. She sucked him into a long, deep kiss of approval.
My cock twinged!
Tony stood, apparently wanting more than a hand-job. He presented Caroline with his thick, dark snake, and she smiled knowingly, then wrapped her lips round his head. She gave him a few good sucks, brush ing her hair aside so he could watch. Without breaking her rhythm, she pointed Brock toward her crotch, leaving no doubt that it was time for him to earn his keep.
He wrapped her legs around his thick neck and deftly worked his tongue between her pussy lips. She expressed her appreciation of his talents by pulling at the back of his head, then leaning back to fully enjoy. “Yeah, baby,” she cooed, “lick that pussy good. Suck it right!”
Tony needed to move onto the couch to work his tool back into her mouth. Caroline sucked vigorously and played with his balls. As often happens, though, her mouth eventually grew tired, and she took a break. She kept tugging at Tony’s slobbered pole, but didn’t take it back in her mouth.
“Thank you, that was nice,” she said to Brock as she gently pushed him away from her. “Why don’t you stand up for a minute?” He did, and she took the whole of his cock in her mouth. She could never do that with me, and didn’t try with Tony. Brock had the luck to be an easier fit, so he got to experience the full effect of her technique. He moaned a good deal in appreciation. Then Caroline rewarded my eyes by sucking the men alternately. The sight of those three naked bodies doing what they were doing would have surely made me shoot off—had I only been able to touch myself. No such luck!
Caroline had Brock sit on the couch, then straddled his lap. He guided what he had to her opening, and I watched it disappear easily inside her. They kissed, and she rode him slowly, with him grabbing her ass cheeks to guide her. As she leaned forward onto his chest, I saw his cock glide in and out of her, as well as the tight pucker of her asshole.
For a while Tony just watched and played with himself. Then he gave in to the opportunity before him to lick his finger and play with Caroline’s ass while it bounced on Brock’s thighs. Brock couldn’t resist stuffing as much of her breasts as he could in his mouth. She enjoyed this very much, and said, “Mmm, you’re making me feel really good. I want to be fucked like this all day.”
Inspired, Brock thrust his cock up over and over, slap ping his large thighs against hers until he couldn’t hold back and grunted that he was going to come.
My wife urged him on. Forcing him in as deep as he would go, she shouted, “Gimme that fucking load!” His legs tightened and his hips lifted skyward as he launched everything he had into her with a series of blast ing grunts. As his climax sub sided, she rode him gently until she had milked him of all his seed.
They kissed some more, and after a little settling down, Caroline rose up off of Brock and walked back into the den, bringing with her the smell of fresh sex. She kissed me deeply. Though her mouth had just been filled with two other men’s cocks, her passion overwhelmed the awkwardness of the taste. “Enjoying the show, baby?” she said.
She didn’t need any more answer than my engorged pole. When she placed her leg over me, so her come-soaked pussy was over my middle, I thought she was about to give me release. Instinctively, my hips shot up. But her hands pushed down on my stomach, deny ing me entrance. “Uh-uh,” she said, explaining that she wasn’t done with me or our guests yet. I sighed.
She grabbed my shaft and dropped down just enough for my cockhead to part her folds, then rubbed it slowly between them, coating it with Brock’s come. Though I still got to feel her warmth and wetness, she was teasing me by using me to clean herself up. Maybe she was marking her territory, or may be just saying, “I got this from another man.” Any way she meant it, it was wicked.
She rose up, leaving me in a puddle of sticky cream. She dried her hand on my stomach and turned to find herself in the arms of Tony. They hugged and kissed like I wasn’t there. Tony rubbed her back and ass. He must have squeezed too hard, because she groaned and smacked him on the ass.
“Oh, yeah?” he joked, giv ing her a light spank. When she purred, he spun around and bent her over me, her tits dangling inches over my erection. He gave her a few light cracks on her bare bot tom, adding heat as she re acted favorably. She looked me in the eye and moaned. Since she only likes to be spanked when she’s close to orgasm, I knew she wasn’t just putting on a show.
Tony pressed his cock slowly in my wife’s pussy from behind. The expression on her face told me she had found a good lover. He imme diately picked up his pace, and had himself completely in her in just a few strokes. As she pushed back against his thrusts, he said, “Damn, girl, that pussy’s wet!”
“You like my pussy?” she shot back. “Yeah? It likes you too. Oooh, fuck it good! I need a good, hard fuck!”
Knowing now that she wasn’t afraid of his size, Tony really drove into Caroline. Their bodies slapped, and she moaned loudly. They settled into a decent pace, and she looked at me long enough to ask, “You like what he’s doing to me?” I nodded. “Yeah? I think he’s going to make me come.”
Her C-cups swayed as he thrust. After a while she moaned that she needed to stop for a moment. “I need to switch,” she said. “I want to do something before I come.” Tony slowed, but gave her a few extra pumps before letting his cock slide free of her warm cunt.
Seeing his long, thick cock explained why she was enjoying herself so much. As she walked to the other side of the bed, he shot me a sly smile and said, “Damn, you’re a lucky man! Don’t worry, I’m going to take good care of her.”
Caroline climbed up on the opposite corner of the bed, laid on her belly her favorite position and spread her legs slightly, with her ass pointed in my direction. Tony took his cue to roll in behind her again. She lifted and spread her ass cheeks and cried, “Stick that big cock in me again.” He did, happily.
This time I could see it all. Tony threw a leg over Caro line’s and guided his shiny cockhead back be tween her labia. He adjusted his body for the best angle and in one thrust buried himself. She let out a quick moan. For good measure he gave another push and held it in deep. She gasped again. “That’s it,” he said as she opened up. “I’m gonna make you come so hard, you’ll want this shit every day!” I could only dream!
He backed out slightly and slowly gave her all of his length again, then did it several more times, shifting his hips to hit different areas inside her. Before long she had welcomed his full shaft, and he picked up speed. He had her moaning louder than I ever heard her.
Brock, fully hard again, knelt in front of Caroline’s face, hoping she would let him fill her mouth with his cock. She purred, “What do you want, Brock? Does your wife still not suck you right?” Then she asked me, “You think I should, honey? You want to watch me do what Brock’s wife won’t do?”
Shocked and thrilled by the way she was controlling both of us, I nodded. “Tell me what you really want,” she said, goading me to con fess my true desires.
“I want to see you come hard for Tony,” I said, “and to swallow Brock’s load.” My wife is not known to swallow, so I was reaching, but hey, it couldn’t hurt to ask!
She answered by taking Brock in her mouth, pulling his ass cheeks until her nose was buried in his pubic hair and having him fuck her mouth. All this time Tony was giving her his best. He had moved up on the bed, with his legs wrapped completely over hers, and he began in earnest giving her the fucking of her life. Even tually she had to pull Brock’s cock out of her mouth to say, “Oh yeah, fuck me with that thing! I need to come. Are you close?” She likes the intensity of mutual orgasm and only asks that question when her floodgates are about to open.
Tony said indeed he was, and picked up his thrusting to breakneck speed. Caro line’s ass slapped loudly against his flesh, and they both moaned and gasped. He hunched over her, transferring his weight to his hips, then asked if she wanted him to come inside her.
“Uh, yes!” she blurted out. “Holy shit! Come inside me!” This turned into a series of lengthening screams as he brought her over the edge. His ass clenched, and his body went stiff. A few more last tension-wrought thrusts and he emptied his balls in her with yells of his own. She grabbed the sheets, curled her toes and screamed ob scenities as her body went taut and waves of pleasure crashed over her.
My boner was pulsing in the breeze, begging to be stroked. Tony’s body finally relaxed, and he sat up, with his cock still deep in Caro line. They were bathed in sweat and their juices.
“You did it to me!” she cried. “It was amazing.” She tugged weakly at Brock’s cock, still pointing at her, throbbing. “Get back there, Brock!” she said. “I’ve got another one still up there. I need you to fuck it out of me!” She meant another orgasm. It wasn’t unusual for her to use her vibrator to squeak out a lesser second orgasm after an especially good one. But today she had a real cock in reserve!
She quickly rolled over on her back to let Brock mount her. As he began to pump into her, she told Tony to pull and suck on her nipples roughly. She wouldn’t be denied any pleasure today! With Brock’s big body covering her, she spread her legs fully and drew her knees up, then wrapped her legs tightly around him. She told Tony to suck and squeeze her electric nipples even more, then settled in for the final lap, digging her heels into Brock’s ass to direct his thrusts. “Yeah, keep doing that! Both of you!”
As she peaked again, she grabbed a handful of Tony’s hair and locked him to her breast. She used her heels to pull herself up into Brock’s downward thrusts, knowing exactly where to make his hardness grind effectively in her. Brock held her around her waist, which was floating off the bed, and cried, “Oh, you’re ripping my cock off!”
She shot back, “You love it! Shut up and fuck me!” As she exploded, her pussy clenched around Brock’s shaft and he blew too.
As the torrents passed, Caroline gave them each a series of long embraces to thank them. Brock eventually rolled off to her side. Tony offered to bring her a towel to clean their blended come from her pussy. She thought, then surprised all of us by saying, “Actually, why don’t you help my husband over here? He can do it. Can’t you, honey?”
I nodded, and was carefully pulled over between her thighs, with my head positioned over my wife’s sticky crotch, with my hands still cuffed, and set about giv ing her my best. While she held me tightly to her cunt, I swallowed my sexual nourishment for the day.
My new mistress said, “Yeah? You like watching me get my brains fucked out?” I mumbled that I did. “I like it too,” she said. “In fact, I like watching you not being able to do anything about it either!” I kept licking, suddenly resolved to show her I could please her any way she wanted. I tried to tell her that, but she said, “Don’t stop! I’ll tell you when you’re done!”
I’m still recovering.—R.H., Concord, New Hampshire
My husband Roy has always had a burning desire to watch me get fucked by other men, and finally I got so tired of hearing him beg me to do it that I said okay. The fact was that I was tired of only banging him anyway, and had started to crave new experiences. So it all worked out.
Roy sent me out to cruise the bars about once a month, hoping I could bring home a well-hung stud who would screw me silly while he looked on and jacked off. Well, I did get laid on several of those excursions, but none of the men were willing to go home with me and put on a sex show for my husband.
Then one day I got a call from Nat, who had been both my boss and my lover before I got married. He now lived in another state, but was back here on business, and made no secret of the fact that he wanted to dip his thick eight-inch cock into my hot juicy pussy again. I told him I would come to his hotel for a wild fuckfest if he would allow me to bring my husband along. Nat said okay, but stipulated that Roy would have to leave by midnight, so we could then have some fun on our own.
Roy eagerly consented to this plan, happy as he was to finally get a chance to witness another man’s dick penetrate my wet cunt, my mouth and even my ass. And so he did. I won’t bother to describe what happened during the first part of that evening, as I think Roy intends to write to you about it himself. Suffice it to say he had a great time and loved every minute. But what I really want to talk about is what happened after Roy left.
Shortly after midnight, I was surprised to hear a knock on the hotel room door. Although Nat and I were both totally naked, he told me to open it. Nat had always been my boss, not only at the office but also in the bedroom, so I did as he said. My pussy juices started to flow immediately, for there stood a tall, handsome, muscular black man.
Now I had always enjoyed every dark stud who had screwed me before I got married. In fact, my first threeway had been with a pair of black brothers who had gotten me a little tipsy and taken me to their pad for the night. They had large cocks, could fuck a long time before coming and were quick to recover their erections once they did. I loved sucking and swallowing one while the other did me doggie-style. It was even better when one lay on his back as I lowered my pussy onto his beautiful pole and his brother penetrated my ass. That was a little uncomfortable at first, but soon I was having a series of ever more explosive orgasms while the two of them rode me to absolute paradise.
I had told Nat all about my love of dark dicks, and it was obvious to me that he had invited this magnificent stud for my pleasure.
Behind me I heard Nat call out, “Hey, Luther, come on in. This is my sexy former secretary, Elaine.”
I smiled at the visitor and started to say “Hi Lu—” But he quickly put his big hand over my mouth and stifled my words.
“Listen,” he said. “Women call me Master L, and you can speak when I tell you to. Now get on your knees.”
I had always been very submissive to anything Nat told me to do, and the tone of command in Master L’s voice sent a tingle of excitement sweeping over me as I sank to my knees before him. I was so excited that I could actually feel my heartbeat. It was keeping in time with the pulse of my clit!
In a moment he had stripped to the skin, and my eyes almost popped out as I gazed at his magnificent jet-black cock. Even limp it was at least eight inches long, as long as Nat’s was when erect. As for my husband, forget it.
“Now,” Master L said, “lick the precome off my dick, then give it a big kiss and open your mouth wide. I’m going to fuck your face.”
I did as I was told, and his shaft began to harden. As it did, my excitement grew too. By the time he put both hands behind my head and pulled me to him I was ready to swallow every drop of salty semen he could pump down my throat. But before I could have that pleasure, he pulled me to my feet and threw me down on the bed.
Master L had hung his jacket over a chair, and now he reached into a pocket and pulled out a pair of tit clamps, connected by a thin silver chain. Straddling me, he attached a clamp to each nipple, then pushed his rock-hard erection up into my cleavage and began flexing his prick up and down. Every time it went up it pushed against the chain and my nipples were stretched out.
Next he ordered me to jerk him off. I wrapped both my hands around what was now a good 10 inches of solid ebony meat. As I pumped at his dong, Nat sat on the bed beside me and began massaging my clit. When he inserted two, then three fingers into my slippery box, I went into what felt like a continuous climax, my body quaking and shuddering as I reveled in the attention of the two men. I stroked Master L harder and faster, until suddenly he spewed a torrent of semen all over my smiling face. I opened my mouth wide to drink down all I could, but most of his love offering splashed onto my cheeks and down onto my boobs. When Nat saw what was happening he stood up by my head, and with a few quick jerks added his semen shower to what Master L had given me. My face and my chest were covered with come, and I reveled in every drop!
Nat now said that I was a come-soaked mess, and should go clean myself off. They went into the bathroom with me and we showered together. I soaped up my hands and ran them all over their bodies, as they were doing to me. When we finished, Master L gave me my next command. “On your knees, sex kitten, and kiss my ass.” I obeyed, kissing and licking his muscular buttocks, until he said, “Not that way! Use your tongue right up my asshole. Lick it good.” So I did that, and he seemed to enjoy it. As long as I was pleasing him I was happy.
When my husband and I make love, he is usually good for only one round, and then he’s done. But my salt and pepper stallions were still hot to trot. Their dicks were both semi-hard as we went back to the bed, and it took only a few licks and strokes from me to restore them to full rigidity. Then Master L suggested that Nat lie on his back while I straddled his erect phallus and guided it into my pussy. I was dizzy with lust, and it wasn’t until Master L got behind me that I realized what he intended—a double penetration! My mind flashed back to my first threeway. The memory of both those ebony brothers inside me at the same time was exciting, but I was still apprehensive. Could I take a pair of dicks the size of Master L’s and Nat’s together? I didn’t have to wait long to find out.
Nat’s prick was deep inside my pussy as Master L squirted some K-Y lube onto his mushroom-shaped crown, then placed it at my anus and slowly began pushing in. I relaxed as much as I could, feeling the thickness of him, and the pressure as he penetrated my sphincter muscle. Then he was in, and the rest of his dark dong followed easily. Although his dick was longer than Nat’s eight-incher, it was not as thick, so it felt really good. They were soon working in tandem, and I screamed with pleasure and passion as they fucked me, both of them shooting their seed inside me at about the same time.
Oh my, God, was that great! We collapsed in a naked tangle on the bed. I had had an orgasm that shook my entire body, and I was thinking that this delightful double penetration had probably been the climax of our fuckfest. But I was wrong.
Master L again went to his jacket and this time pulled out four lengths of rope. My pulse raced in excitement as he began tying me to the bed. I felt a bit of apprehension too, but I didn’t resist. Quickly I found myself spread-eagled, my naked body available for anything the men wanted to do to me.
Master L then produced a candle stub, lit it and held it over my right breast until a drop of hot wax fell about half an inch above my nipple, which was sticking straight up. I gasped loudly, but the fact was that the anticipation was worse than the pain. The wax itself burned a little, but the feeling only seemed to add to my lust.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked me. I said yes, thinking that was what he wanted to hear, but he only moved the candle over my left boob and dropped another glob right on my stiff nipple. Again he asked if I wanted him to stop, and since yes had evidently been the wrong answer, I said no. But that didn’t work either the next drop of wax landed on my belly, about an inch above my pussy. Suddenly I had an idea of what he really wanted to hear, and I realized that it was just what I wanted to tell him.
Looking right into his beautiful brown eyes, I said, “What I want doesn’t matter, only what you want from me. My body is yours to use in any way that gives you pleasure and satisfaction.”
With that he grinned, and then began to ask me a series of questions. Would I be his slut? His whore? Would I take on any friends he sent to me, and obey them as I would him? My answers to all these questions was, unhesitatingly, yes.
“And will you tell your husband about all of this?” he asked me.
“I think he would love to hear it,” I said. “But I will tell him only if you want me to.”
“Now you’re my bitch,” Master L said. “And I do want you to tell your husband, because I want him to be prepared when I send friends to fuck you while he watches.” He then picked up the phone and dialed a number. “Get up here,” he said, and hung up.
Was he calling his friends now to come and gang-bang me? I hoped so, even though I was getting tired and a little sore. I’d enjoyed sex with two men a number of times, and once with three, but had always wanted a clusterfuck with six or eight studs.
Soon there was a knock at the door. It was a big surprise to me when, instead of a gang of men, in walked a gorgeous brunette, wearing a tight black dress that set off her stunning figure.
“This is my wife, Kathy,” Master L said. “You remember her, don’t you, Nat?”
Nat grinned and greeted the woman with a warm embrace. They kissed, and I could see their tongues dancing. Nat, of course, was still naked, and he quickly unzipped and pulled off her dress. She had nothing on underneath but a lacy pink garter belt and dark hose.
I was still tied to the bed and unable to move as Kathy straddled my chest and pushed her neatly trimmed cunt into my face. It was the first time I’d slurped a slit since college, when my roommates and I had decided to experiment. But those pussies were fresh and clean, while as soon as my tongue lapped Kathy’s labia, I knew she’d been recently fucked.
Master L confirmed that a moment later by asking his wife, “Did you screw some of my friends like I told you to?” She said yes. He asked how many, and when she said five, I knew for sure I was cleaning up more semen than pussy juice.
While I continued feasting on Kathy’s pussy, Master L and Nat stood beside the bed so she could give them both head, switching from white meat to dark meat, and occasionally stuffing both cockheads into her mouth at the same time.
Finally, the party was over. Master L and I exchanged phone numbers. Then he hugged my still naked body and gave me a deep soul kiss, darting his tongue between my parted lips. I pushed my body hard against his and almost came again.
“I’ve probably fucked more horny, married, white women than any other brother in town,” Master L told me. “But I only add the best to my stable, and you should be grateful that you are now one of my slaves. I’m going to round up some guys to gang-bang you. I’ll call when I’m ready and tell you and your husband when to expect us. Kathy will come along to entertain him, when he’s not busy watching you get ravished.”
After they left Nat and I got dressed, and I drove him to the airport for his flight home.
When I got home myself I found my husband asleep in our bed. I woke him up and asked him to go down on me, which he gladly did. I then told him everything that had happened after he left Nat’s hotel room. He got a hard-on like you wouldn’t believe, and I quickly went down on him and made him happy. But he was even happier a few days later, when Master L called to set the date for the gang bang, and he overheard me saying, “No, seven or eight wouldn’t be too many!” —Name and address withheld
My wife Dawn and I got married right out of high school, and are now in our early 50s. With the kids gone, Dawn took a part-time job. Now our marriage has always been good, but since she was working with a bunch of younger women who talked freely about their sex lives, Dawn began to feel that something was missing. We talked about bringing in a third party, but we both agreed that wouldn’t work. Finally she said, “Well, you handle it. Just do something to spice things up.”
“You’ll go along with whatever I decide?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she replied. “As long as it stays in this house, between you and me.”
“Okay,” I said. “First of all, you are here for my pleasure. Whatever I say goes. The first rule is, whenever you come home and I am here, you take your bra off. No bra allowed in the house, got that?”
“Well, get it off,” I said. She went out and came back without the bra, buttoning up her blouse. I told her to leave most of the buttons open, and she did. Then she made dinner. She looked great at the dinner table with her tits falling out of her top.
After dinner I took her into the bedroom and went through her sleepwear, getting rid of all her unsexy nightgowns. “Only wear sexy things to bed from now on,” I told her. “You wear sexy stuff and you’ll feel sexy.” I was kind of surprised when she agreed without argument.
The next night I took her to a shoe store and bought her a pair of six-inch black pumps. When we got back I told her to put them on and wear them all the time when we were home. In those shoes, with no bra, she looked sexy as hell.
I told her to come to me as I stood up and dropped my pants. I was hard as a rock. Dawn gave me a little smile. “This is working,” she said.
“Get on your knees and blow me,” I commanded her, and she did. I came in her mouth, and she swallowed it all without my telling her. I pulled her up and gave her a big kiss.
Dawn then dropped her jeans, sat in a chair and asked me to return the favor. I told her that I was in charge here, and that she should get herself off. “You know I don’t masturbate,” Dawn said.
“You will now,” I said. “Get started.”
She was a little hesitant at first, but she did as I said, and I watched her until she came. That night we fucked like newlyweds. I even ate her out after I shot my load in her, and she went wild with that.
I could tell that Dawn actually liked her new situation, and enjoyed going braless for me, prancing around in high heels and wearing sexy nightgowns to bed. She even got so she enjoyed masturbating herself as I watched. Eventually I bought her a pair of vibrating panties, and that was fun too.
When I had a couple of days vacation I bought a very expensive sex machine, cleared out a room in the basement and put the thing together. After I got it all set up, I told Dawn to get naked except for her heels. I led her downstairs, opened the door and told her, “Here is that third party we talked about.”
Dawn stared at the big, lube-covered dildo sticking up from the seat. “Oh, my God!” she said. I told her to get up there, and helped her onto it.
Well, that thing fucked her for over an hour, sometimes slow and easy, other times hard and deep, depending on what setting I had it on, and she climaxed so many times it was unreal. I had to jerk off as I watched her coming over and over, until she finally begged me to let her quit. But as I helped her off it she told me she loved it. And the next night she begged me to let her fuck it again.
Now Dawn is like a bitch in heat for that thing she loves fucking it even more than she loves fucking me. Sometimes I get sloppy seconds after it, but most of the time she rides it until it wears her out. I still get a kick out of watching her, but sometimes I think my attempt to spice up our marriage has gone just a little too far.—H.S., Baltimore, Maryland
I am what is called a courtesan, which some people say is just a fancy name for a high-priced call girl or prostitute. And I suppose it is when you get down to it, but I like the aura of elegance that comes with the term, as I always like to bring a touch of class to all my activities.
In this letter I want to tell you about my girlfriend Dana, and about my very best customer, Doctor Bob, who I truly love. Dana and I have been best friends since kindergarten, and we have always told each other everything. Consequently, she has always known about my very active sex life, and has been aware of my occupation from the start. Although she herself did not become sexually active until her senior year in college, she has always been very interested in my activities, and would coax me into describing every last detail of my sexual escapades. She would lie in bed with her legs spread and masturbate as I described the feeling of a customer’s penis slipping in and out of my pussy. She would get more and more excited, moaning and writhing as I talked about how the man had held me tight, driving his cock so hard into my cunt. “Oh, I can feel him coming in me!” I would shout. “I can feel him shooting!” Dana would have orgasm after orgasm, her shouts drowning mine out as she came.
I always told Dana that she was a wannabe whore, and gradually she came to agree with me. At some point she got married, but that didn’t seem to have much effect on her erotic compulsions, and she still wanted to be a whore.
Dana is something of an anomaly, because she has two college degrees and is a highly competent and successful woman, who hardly needs to whore for more money. But she does. She says she is satisfying her inner animal, and we often laugh about the double life she now leads.
I am a very good looking woman, but Dana is truly beautiful, and has always had a natural regal elegance about her. It is absolutely amazing how that elegance still shows when she is splayed out on her back with a cock in her pussy and another one in her mouth.
It all started when I introduced Dana to Doctor Bob. But first let me tell you about him. He is married with children, and is a dynamo of energy. He is a prime alpha male, whose prick gets so hard you would not believe it. He is also spontaneous and varied in his sexual play, and can display distinctly different sexual personalities. Sometimes he is sweet and gentle sometimes he is something else entirely. Both these aspects thrill me to the core and make me wish he were married to me instead of someone else.
Sometime he has me come to his office, where he will strum me like a guitar. He tells me how beautiful I am and touches me in the gentlest ways. He dresses me up in beautiful clothes, which he keeps there especially for me. They are both elegant and sexy, and I glide around his office feeling like a princess. He will then lick me all over, telling me how he appreciates my body. Then he sucks and licks my clit until I seem to climb out of my body and fall back into it as I orgasm over and over. This is usually followed by a fine expensive dinner, over which we talk late into the night.
At other times he is into absolute domination, which, for some reason, I truly love. In fact just the thought of it makes my cunt wet even now.
The last time I went to Doctor Bob’s office, his friend Lars, also a doctor, was there, and I knew I was going to be used hard. I got wet even before they touched me. Doctor Lars called me over to him, and as he ran his hand up my skirt he asked me when I had been fucked last. I told him the day before, which pleased him but when he found I was wearing panties it made him angry. He bent me over the examination table, took off his belt and proceeded to whip my ass until I thanked him for punishing me. I told him I was sorry I had forgotten to remove my panties so that I would be totally open for them to use.
Then Bob came over and slapped my ass a bit as well. I really didn’t mind the pain in fact, I raised my ass higher, to let him know that I wanted to give myself to him completely. That his every wish was my desire.
They told me to undress then, and as I did they asked me how many cocks I had taken up my cunt, how many times had I lain down and opened my legs for a hard prick. I said more times than I could remember, but of course they knew that they just wanted to hear me say it.
I was then laid on the examination table on my back and told to spread my legs. They fixed drinks for themselves and sat there looking at my pussy. Bob asked if I liked being a whore. I said I liked it very much, particularly when my customers treated me like one. I told them I was a natural whore, who gets wet just thinking about the good fucking I got the night before. As I spoke I raised my ass off the table, offering it to them, and when they finally took me I came like crazy.
I know the psychology of the alpha male. They love the power my subservience gives them as I make it clear that I am theirs to use. The thing is that I love it too. I love to crawl at their feet and suck their dicks. Often they will stick a large dildo up my pussy, and as I squirm around in pleasure they will ask if I like being fucked. Or one of them will shove his cock in me and then not move at all, and not allow me to move. Then he will say, in a cold, controlling tone, “Do you want me to move in and out of your pussy?”
“Yes,” I say. “Yes, yes, please, please fuck me!”
Then he will shove his big cock in me just a little bit more, saying, “If I agree to fuck you will I still have to pay you?”
By then I am practically crying with frustration. “No,” I will say. “No. If you fuck me you don’t have to pay me, please fuck me!”
Of course they usually end up paying me anyway —and tipping quite generously, in fact—but they love the feeling of power it gives them to have a whore begging them to fuck her, telling them they can do it for nothing. I have often pondered whether I would go back to a customer who actually didn’t pay me after I had said, while helpless with lust, that he didn’t have to. I probably wouldn’t, unless it was Doctor Bob. If Doctor Bob told me that from now on he was going to sell me on the street, I would say, “Yes, oh yes, thank you!” That’s the power he actually does have over me.
But back to Dana. Before introducing her to Bob, I told him about her powerful libido and the fact that she wanted to be a whore. So he was quite prepared when the three of us met for lunch. We chatted about nothing until we were halfway through the meal, and then Bob began questioning Dana about her desires. He started gently, but quickly became more direct when he saw her reaction to his questions. Her breath came faster, and her nipples hardened so that they stood out against her blouse.
“Gina here tells me that you fantasize about being a whore,” Doctor Bob said to her. “About lying on your back and letting a strange man run his cock up into your pussy.”
Dana just sat there for a moment, breathing harder, but finally she smiled. “Yes,” she said boldly. “Gina and I have talked about it, and the fact is that it does excite me.”
“Well, I am willing to pay you for sex,” Doctor Bob said. “But I want more than that. I want to use you sexually, which means that I will decide what I am going to do with you, and you will accept it. And I will only pay you half of what I pay Gina, until you have proved yourself to me. I want a woman who enjoys being used for sex without reservation.”
He reached over then and put a hand on her arm, and Dana gave a little jump and pulled away. Bob gave her a hard stare for several long seconds then he said softly, “I am going to have to punish you for that.”
They looked into each other’s eyes then, for what seemed like a good five minutes. It went on for so long that I was about to say something to break the spell when Dana finally spoke. “Yes, master,” she said, in a completely submissive tone.
I nearly fell out of my chair. Dana and I had only superficially discussed her submissive tendencies, which she thought she might have lurking beneath the surface, but had never explored. I had never thought they might be as strong as mine and yet as we sat there I could almost see her blossoming like a flower under Doctor Bob’s dominant aura. God, it was exciting!
Doctor Bob smiled. He then moved over to sit beside her and told her to pull up her skirt. The long tablecloth mostly hid her lower body from view, but as I was sitting on the other side of her, I could see as she did what he wanted. Then, without being told, she spread her legs wide apart. Bob smiled happily as he saw that she had no panties. Also she was dripping wet.
“Tell me what you want, Dana,” he demanded.
Her voice was breathless. “I want to feel your hand on my vagina,” she told him. “I want you to finger me and feel how wet I am. I want you to use me any way you like, and most of all I want to know that you know how much I need to be a whore for you!”
He did put his hand on her, and I could see his fingers kneading her pussy as she thrust her pelvis forward. He looked into her eyes and said, “When was the last time you had your husband’s penis inside this wet cunt?” Dana told him it had been the previous night. “But today it’s mine, isn’t it?” he said.
“Yes,” Dana moaned. “Oh, yes!”
Doctor Bob smiled again. Then, turning to me, he said, “Let’s go back to your house.”
Once we got there Bob told Dana to take off her clothes and display herself, and when she was naked, trembling with excitement, he told her to get on her knees and crawl to him. As she crawled on all fours at his feet he smiled down at her and asked her how she felt about cuckolding her husband.
“It excites me,” Dana said breathlessly. “I have always fantasized about it. And from now on when he fucks me I will be thinking about your cock inside me. About all the ways you used me. I want to have your sperm still inside me when he comes in my cunt.” She said all this in a husky, intense voice, and with an expression on her face that clearly said, Here I am, I’m all yours, take me!
I could see that Doctor Bob was pleased. He told her that he was now going to punish her for pulling away from his touch at the restaurant, and that if she took it well he would fuck her. Dana started to cry then, saying that that was all she wanted. “I have always wanted to be a whore like Gina,” she told him. “Please make me a whore!”
We then went upstairs to my bedroom. Bob told her to lie on the bed and spread herself out, and as she did I again had the feeling that I was watching her blossom. Her beautiful long legs opened wide in the most sensuous manner imaginable. Her pussy was trimmed bald, and she looked absolutely delicious. Even in that position there was something regal and poised about her. If Rembrandt had happened by at that moment, I thought, he would have begged to paint her that way.
Bob removed his clothes and, standing beside the bed, told me to begin sucking his cock. As I got on my knees he said to Dana, “As I whip you, I want you to watch Gina suck me.” He took his belt from his pants and began using it on the insides of her thighs, while she struggled to keep her eyes on his cock as he drove it down my throat. I could tell he was going easy on her, as it was her first whipping, but she cried out anyway, though they sounded like cries of joy and lust rather than pain. By the time he finally stopped she was actually begging for more.
Bob got on the bed then and quickly guided his hard prick to her pussy. “Oh, yes!” she cried out in a deep, primal voice. “Yes, thank you, thank you, please fuck me, please fuck me! Fill me with your sperm, fill me up with it, oh, God yes!”
As he began to fuck her she started to cry and laugh at the same time, and soon she was coming over and over as he drove his cock into her. When he fucks me he usually holds out for a long time, until I am begging and pleading and saying I won’t charge him but Dana’s passionate intensity evidently got to him. “You like my big, hard cock in your wet box?” he gasped out. “Take my come now!”
Dana did so willingly, and as soon as he pulled away from her she moved down and started sucking all their sex juices off his cock and balls, whimpering with pleasure and sucking and licking him until he told her to stop. She looked over at me then, her face all flushed with joy, and said, “Oh Gina, I love being a whore!”
After that we all laughed and held each other. It was a special time. In the end Bob paid us both, and he thrilled Dana by making her say, “I am a whore, and I want my money!” He gave her twice as much as he usually gives me, and I thought she deserved even more.
The next day Dana phoned me to say she had fucked her husband that night, and had slept very well with two loads of sperm inside her. She said she likes her husband better with another man’s sperm in her cunt. She also let him fulfill a fantasy he has always had of fucking her up the ass. She said she wanted to be broken in that way so that she could better please Doctor Bob and his friends.
That experience came in handy when Dana and I went to Chicago for a medical conference with Bob and a group of his friends and colleagues, all of whom used us in every possible way. We all thoroughly enjoyed ourselves, and I will tell you more about that in my next letter.—G.D., Cleveland, Ohio
As soon as I heard the phone ring I ran to get it. I knew who it was—not because I am psychic, but because of the special ring tone. It was my Master! My heart was racing as I answered. “Hello, Master.” Just speaking to him, I was already on cloud nine.
“Hello, my love. Did you get the package I left?”
“Yes, Master!” I was looking at it as we spoke. The note on the box read: “‘My love—Do not open this until I call you. It’s a special present for tonight. Find something nice to wear and be by the phone at five o’clock for further instructions. Your Master.’
“Did you find something nice?” he asked me.
“Master, I was not sure what you meant by nice, so I picked out a few—”
“Something elegant but comfortable,” he interrupted. “Not too revealing, but sexy enough to please me—and long enough to cover your bottom if you happen to bend over.”
“Yes, Master,” I assured him. “I have something that will be perfect!”
“Good. You may open the box now.”
The box was so nicely wrapped I almost didn’t want to disturb it. But I love surprises, so I did. Inside, wrapped in red silky material, I found three clamps, a pair of crotchless panties and a small remote control.
“The clamps are for your nipples and clit,” my Master informed me. “I want you to wear them, along with the panties, when you meet me. The remote is for the bullet that I will be placing in my ass, and I have a similar remote for your panties.”
Looking more closely, I now saw that there were little metal discs worked into the fabric of the panties. I shivered. “Oh Master . . . I’m getting turned on . . .”
“Not yet, my love. Now you should get ready to leave. I will text you with the location at which to meet me. Understand?”
After hanging up, I quickly stripped and placed the clamps on my nipples, as instructed. I immediately felt aroused, but did my best to push the feeling out of my mind. Taking a deep calming breath, I put the remaining clamp on my clit, then donned the panties, resisting the temptation to touch myself there.
Trying hard to focus, I slid on the silky red dress I’d picked out. I then put on my slave collar, which to the uninitiated person appears to be just a regular necklace. My slave name is inscribed on one side of the silver pendant that dangles from it, with my Master’s name on the other.
After dabbing on some perfume, which my Master enjoys, I draped a long black silk scarf around my neck. This could double as a leash, if and when my Master wished to use it for that purpose. I made sure to place the little remote control in my satin evening bag before leaving my house.
My Master texted me his location, as promised, as I got into my car. When I got there I saw him standing in front of an elegant restaurant, smiling as I pulled in. “You look beautiful, my love,” he murmured as he helped me from the car.
“Thank you, Master.”
Just the sight of him was already setting me afire. He held out his arm for me to take and led me into the restaurant.
Once we were seated he handed me his cell phone. “I want pictures,” he said.
I knew what he meant. Taking the phone, I went into the ladies’ room. Slipping my dress partially off, I took pictures with the phone of the clamps and the panties I was wearing. I wondered if he would mind that my pussy was already wet.
Back at the table, I handed him the phone. The waiter had brought wine, and he sipped from his glass as he looked at the pictures. “Good girl,” he said, smiling. “Now you may have this.” He gave me a small box. “It’s for later,” he added. “Now we will eat, and then dance.”
During the meal we talked of inconsequential things. When we finished he stood and led me onto the dance floor, telling me to bring the control with me. Luckily, it was small enough to fit in my hand.
As we danced to the slow music, he whispered in my ear, again telling me how beautiful I looked on this special night. “Why is it special, Master?” I asked.
“It was on this day a year ago, my love, that I asked you to wear my collar.”
I touched the collar briefly, smiling at him. “Oh yes, Master, I will remember that day always.”
I knew that he could see just how aroused I was at that point. “The clamps are working, are they, my love?” he murmured.
“Oh yes, Master,” I whispered, trying unsuccessfully not to blush.
“Good,” he said. “Now when you are ready, you may start to use the remote.” He put his hand in his pocket, where I presumed he had put his own remote. A moment later I felt the tingling in my crotch as the impulses from the remote were conveyed to the metal disks in my panties. Faint at first, the sensation quickly grew stronger, until I couldn’t help moving my lower body in response. I pushed the button on my own remote, and I felt my Master’s reaction as his hips surged against mine. Soon we were grinding together, as though carried away with the music but this was more like making love than dancing as we each used our remote to bring the other to the edge of climax.
“Stop now,” my Master said finally, and pulled away from me. My pussy was soaking wet, and I wondered if the moisture showed through my dress. “It’s time to open that box,” he said.
We returned to the table and he called for the check. I was breathing rapidly, and I could feel my hard nipples rubbing against my bra. I knew that my obvious frustration excited him. At his order, I opened the little box. Inside there was a key card, with the name of a hotel and a room number. “Meet me there,” he said.
Escorting me out to my car, he kissed my cheek and watched me drive away. I had no idea why he did not simply come with me, but I had long since given up trying to understand him.
I found the hotel, went up to the room and opened it with the card. I had no idea what to expect, but it was surely not what I found. There was a man on the bed, completely naked and blatantly aroused. He was in his late 20s, with a nice build. His arms were stretched above his head, with his hands cuffed to the headboard. He did not seem surprised to see me.
As I stared at him I heard the door open, and my Master came in, carrying a suitcase. He smiled at me. “This is our toy for the night, my love,” he told me. “When speaking to him you are to call him “‘toy,’ and he will call you Mistress.”
“Oh Master!” I exclaimed, and moved to kiss him.
He pulled back from me. “I brought some things for you to use on our toy, as you wish,” he said, putting the case on a table.
“Oh, Master, you are too good to me!” I moved to the suitcase and opened it, finding a varied selection of sex toys, lubricants and miscellaneous implements. “What does he like, Master?” I inquired.
“You may ask him,” my Master replied. “He will answer.”
I addressed the man on the bed. “Toy, do you have any preferences?”
“Um, no Mistress,” he answered.
“Before we begin,” my Master said, “I have placed something in the bathroom for you to wear. Go change into it, but leave the clamps and panties on for now.”
“Of course, Master.”
In the bathroom I changed into the garment I found there—a red and black silk nightie, with slits up both sides and a deeply plunging neckline which revealed the inner slopes of my breasts. I also unpinned my hair, letting it fall down my back. Coming out of the bathroom and seeing the approval in my Master’s eyes, I nearly forgot about the man on the bed in my desire for him to throw me down on the nearest flat surface and fuck me hard.
But my Master, as always, had more control than I. Moving to the bed, he produced a small key and unlocked the toy’s cuffs. “This is your night, my love,” he said to me. “What would you like to do first?
“Master,” I said timidly, “since you ask, I would love to see you suck this toy’s cock, and look at me while I touch your ass.”
With a smile, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his remote, looking at me with a raised brow. “Yes, you’re right,” I said. “I think you should use that too.”
My Master slowly removed his clothes, and then, keeping his remote in his hand, proceeded to do as I had requested. Watching him suck another man’s cock aroused me nearly to the point of orgasm, and I moved behind him to lick his sweet, sweet ass. I thrilled to see his cock grow big and hard, twitching as though he might come on the spot. Eventually he stopped sucking the toy so that he could concentrate more fully on the extreme pleasure I was giving him.
Being his faithful slave, I knew his secrets and desires as well as he did himself, and I now instructed the toy to suck his cock for awhile. And when I could no longer be content with just watching, I ordered the toy to fuck my Master in the ass, while he fucked me in mine.
As he did so I reached into the suitcase for a vibrator and slid it into my pussy. Simultaneously, my Master now began to use his remote, sending small jolts of electricity through my body and causing my ass to spasm sharply around his cock. The moans of all three of us echoed through the room.
We played long and hard for most of that night. Although we made good use of our toy, we also made sure to wear him out as quickly as possible, so that the two of us could enjoy making love, looking into each other’s eyes. Afterwards my Master held me, kissing me tenderly as I whispered to him that I was his forever. Soon our toy would be awakened and sent on his way, but for now my Master watched over his happy slave as she fell asleep contentedly in his arms.—F.D., Troy, New York
I was fastened securely to the X frame of our St. Andrew’s cross in the waning hours of the day. Mistress Ruby had tied me up, fastened the leather straps around my arms and legs and then gone out.
This is supposedly against all rules—tying your submissive up and then leaving him alone. What if he faints, or has a heart attack not likely at my age , or what if the house catches fire? But Ruby makes up her own rules, and that is that.
So there I was, all naked except for my collar, staring into the mirror in front of which Ruby had placed her favorite piece of dungeon equipment, all tied up and left to ponder my latest sins, one of which, Ruby thinks, is that I don’t pay enough attention to her.
Our dungeon playroom, with its sexy red walls, was getting darker as the shadows gradually chased the daylight out of the room. Ruby had said she would just be gone for a few hours, but it seemed as though a month had gone by.
Suddenly I heard the front door open, and then the sound of several female voices. There I was with my bare ass showing and my half-hard cock hanging down between my legs, and now there were strangers in the house.
“Well, slave, I am back, and I brought guests,” I heard my Mistress announce. Looking in the mirror, I could see not only Ruby, but also her friends Ellen and Janet, grinning at me and my very awkward situation.
We’d had a dinner party a couple of weeks before, and the girls had both been there. Ellen and her husband Barry were just getting into BDSM, with Ellen the dominant. Janet was with her boyfriend Rick they had been intrigued by our conversation, and said they were thinking about trying it.
My cock started to get hard as I stared at the three women in the mirror. Ruby looked sensational, as she always does, her long black hair sweeping down to her shoulders, her large tits emphasized by her low-cut blouse, and her long legs erotically enhanced by her miniskirt and her red five-inch stiletto heels.
Ellen has short blonde hair and is fairly attractive, while Janet, a redhead, looks very sweet and demure, almost like a schoolgirl.
“We were having a cocktail, and the girls wanted to come over and see you again,” Ruby said gleefully. “I told them you might be tied up, but that they could come by anyway. From the looks of your manhood, it seems you are glad to see us.”
She then turned to her friends. “Janet, would you like to try out one of our whips, so you can decide whether this is something you’d like to try with Rick?” she asked the redhead.
“But what if I hurt him?” pondered Janet.
“He’s tough. You can beat his ass and he won’t even feel it,” Ruby assured her.
Janet picked out a whip from our collection and proceeded to smack my bare bottom. It was obvious that she didn’t know what she was doing, and Ruby proceeded to give her lessons, until my backside was red and sore. Then, for the next hour, all three girls took turns whipping me, having a nice giggly time while Ruby tutored the others. Of course I secretly had a good time too.
“How about a dip in our hot tub after all this hard work?” Ruby suggested when they were finished.
We didn’t bring our bathing suits,” Ellen said.
“Well, I hope not,” replied my Mistress. “No suits allowed in our hot tub. If you can’t go naked, you’re not allowed in.”
She finally untied me from the cross, whispering in my ear that maybe she would suck my cock after all I had been through.
The girls quickly undressed, leaving their clothes in a pile on the floor, and ran out to the backyard to jump into the hot tub. I followed them with a raging hard-on as I stared at their very sexy naked bodies.
The three of them were soon splashing about, tits and asses brazenly on display. The hot water felt great on my red butt as I sank into it, watching them playing around. But they soon settled down and just lay back in the soothing water, talking quietly. Among other things, they talked about how whipping me had turned them on somewhat. Ellen said that she was definitely going to try that with Barry she was sure it would lead to better fucking.
At that point Ruby came closer to me and gave me a big kiss, her hand reaching under the water and grabbing my dick. Her tongue toyed with mine as she rubbed her prodigious boobs against my chest. I could feel my cock getting hard again as her hand massaged my balls.
In the meantime, Ellen and Janet edged closer to the bubbling jets, letting the foam caress their slits. Finally, they turned to each other and began rubbing each other’s arms and faces. It looked to me like they were also rubbing their legs together under the water.
Then Janet, who always looks and acts so innocent, started sucking one of Ellen’s small but perky tits. As she did, her hand went to the blonde girl’s other breast, pinching her nipple until it was as big and hard as an acorn.
I was getting harder, both from Ruby’s hand running up and down my pole and from seeing the other girls’ sexy activities. Ruby now put her head under the water and slurped my prick into her hot mouth, taking the tip of it into her throat. All of a sudden I forgot all about my sore butt.
Ellen was now running her hands up and down Janet’s back, while Janet continued to ravish her shapely tits. She sucked one and then the other, paying special attention to the nipples, while Ellen sat there with her eyes closed, rapturously enjoying the sensuous pleasure.
Ruby came up for air and saw me watching the other girls. “Do you want to join in?” she whispered. “Or just watch?”
“Just having you suck my rod is enough for me,” I whispered back, but I still didn’t take my eyes off the exciting action. Janet was now perched on the edge of the tub, one leg in the water and the other spread out, displaying her sopping cunt, while Ellen kissed her silky thighs. The blonde then finally moved in on Janet’s glistening crotch, causing her to gasp sharply and then moan.
After sucking her pussy for a few moments, Ellen went back to kissing Janet’s thighs as she slid a finger into her pussy. Janet wiggled her hips, signaling her pleasure and silently asking for more. Ellen put another finger into the dripping cunt as she brought her lips to Janet’s aroused clit. The redhead moaned loudly again, almost swooning with the attention her crotch was getting.
Ruby’s hand was quietly jerking me off under the water. By now I wanted more than a handjob, so I pulled myself up to sit on the edge of the tub, my cock at full attention, pointing at the sky. My Mistress responded by licking the crown of my dick, her tongue sucking the precome off my slit. Then she opened her mouth and completely engulfed my pole, going all the way down to the base. Her tongue tormented me as it swirled up and down my shaft.
I couldn’t stop watching the two other girls, who were now 69ing each other, tongues poking at each other’s hot snatch, pussy juice running out of their holes and down their thighs. I could hardly believe that I was getting blown by my Mistress while watching two sexy girls trying to tongue-fuck each other. I guess you just don’t know what your friends will do until you get them naked!
Ruby now pulled her mouth off me and said to the girls, “Why don’t you two stop licking pussy and come over here and lick on this giant lollipop for a while.”
Ellen and Janet didn’t hesitate. They came over to me and, positioning themselves on either side, began to run their tongues along my hot shaft. Ruby stood in front of me and put two fingers into her sultry snatch. Her thumb fondled her swollen clit while her other hand massaged her breasts. “But make sure you don’t let him come,” she told her friends. “Save that for me.”
I was about to go bat shit from having my dick licked and sucked on by two horny girls while watching my Mistress get herself off. This didn’t last long, however. After Ruby brought herself to orgasm, Ellen and Janet went back to licking each other’s cunts, while my Mistress came over and deep-throated me, her head bobbing up and down, until I finally exploded into her mouth. A minute later the two girls screamed as they brought each other to orgasm with their tongues, then lay back, exhausted but smiling.
“Would you like to do some pussy licking, slave?” Ruby asked me. “I know you can’t fuck anybody right now with that limp dick, but you can still please one or all of us with that tongue of yours.”
” But I can’t lick those girls’ pussies,” I said weakly. “What if Rick or Barry found out?”
“Well, first of all you are my slave,” Ruby said firmly. “And if I tell you to do something, you will do it. And I say you will use that tongue in all our cunts until we come. But since you are so cowardly, I will blindfold you so you won’t even know who you are eating.”
My Mistress then took me into the house and blindfolded me, then handcuffed my hands behind my back and told me to get down on my knees. She told me they would all shove their pussies in my face, one at a time, and that my job was to please them and bring them to orgasm.
A minute later I was surrounded by the sweet aroma of pussy as one of them was pushed into my face. The girls were all totally clean-shaven down there, and it was impossible to tell which of them this vagina belonged to. I ran my tongue over the soft lips, brushed it over the stiff clitoris and then pushed it deep into the dripping hole.
Whoever it was, her love hole seemed to grab at my tongue, pulling me further in. My tongue slid in and out, teasing her outer lips as her sweet juices were smeared all over my face. I lapped at her sex avidly, doing my best to fulfill my duty and make her come. I sped up my tongue movements, wiggling my head as I put pressure on her clit. Her pussy quivered as I concentrated on that little button. Finally her body went stiff, then convulsed sharply as an orgasm ripped through her.
A moment later the blindfold was pulled off, and I saw that my Mistress was the one who I had tongued to a climax.
“Well, that was a good slave,” Ruby panted. “And you won’t have to do the other girls, because they seem to have gotten themselves off with the toys I gave them.”
I looked over and saw Janet and Ellen writhing on the floor, gasping and moaning in the throes of orgasm as they fucked themselves with a large double dildo.
When they recovered, the girls finally got dressed and left, thanking Ruby for allowing them to play with her slave.
“Now,” Ruby said to me when they were gone, “I see your miserable cock is hard again. And if you don’t fuck the shit out of me and make me come at least two more times, I am going to tie your ass up on the cross for the rest of the night.”
That was one night I didn’t get tied up.—Name and address withheld
He was late and I was pissed. Not only had I been there all afternoon, but I had built the fire, unpacked the camping equipment and fixed dinner, all by myself. When he finally showed up, blathering something about having to stay late at work and traffic being bad, I blew him off and decided to go for a swim, tossing off my clothes as I ran to the river bank. Oh, he was a smooth talker, I knew, though often full of shit. As I continued to ignore him he quickly pulled off his own clothes, saying that if I wasn’t going to listen to him he would just come in and get me.
I turned my back to him as he entered the water, holding on to my anger, not wanting to be disarmed by his smile. But as soon as his fingertips touched my skin my mind started spinning. I heard him tell me to hold my breath, and before I could pull away I was off balance and under the water. His lips found my neck, his arms firmly around my waist, his chest against my back. I felt as though my whole body was part of him. I kicked away from him, trying to fight back, but he caught me by the ankle and pulled me back, turning me to face him. No matter how hard I tried to get away—and perhaps I wasn’t trying all that hard—he was just too strong.
Our lips met, and I melted, my body rebelling against the part of my mind that was still pissed off. For a moment I relaxed and gave in to his embrace, but when his grip loosened I pushed away again and disappeared beneath the water, swimming as hard as I could till I got to shore.
Coming after me, he quickly caught up and pressed me up against the side of my truck, holding my hands above my head, almost crushing me as our naked bodies squirmed together.
I knew he was thinking that if he could just get inside me all my anger and resistance would crumble away, and I knew he was right. He pushed his knee between my thighs and braced his foot on the running board, causing my legs to wrap around him and hold on. I felt his stiff cock pressing against my stomach as he kissed me.
Again I relaxed, waiting for an opportunity to escape, but his grip stayed firm. As I felt the last remnants of resistance slowly ebbing out of me, I let out an inadvertent moan. At that point he released his hold on my wrists, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Hoisting me up a bit, he slipped the tip of his cock into my pussy. Holding me there against the truck, he looked directly into my eyes as he teased me for a long moment. Then he slowly slid into me, pulling my pussy down onto his prick. Once he was deep inside me he picked me up and held me close against him as he carried me to the bed of my truck. I had set up the air mattress in there earlier that afternoon.
He set me gently down on the tailgate, kissing my face, neck and chest, pushing me back to get better access to my body. Taking a nipple into his mouth, he nibbled on it till I whimpered, rolling the other one between his fingers. Then he kissed his way down my stomach, his lips and tongue touching me so softly it tickled. Panting a little, I wiggled away from his teasing mouth and slid backwards onto the mattress—the mattress I had set up in his absence.
This reminder activated my anger again, and as he followed after me I asked him breathlessly to tell me what had really taken him so long to get there. He blew the question off by saying he didn’t want to talk now he just wanted to fuck me. “Yeah,” I said, “but I wanted you this afternoon, and you were missing in action.”
“We are not discussing it now!” he said firmly, and then he covered my pussy with his mouth, taking both lips inside and parting them with his tongue, instantly silencing me, except for the cry of pleasure that I could not hold back. As he hovered above me, I twisted my body so I could reach his dick with my mouth. I took just the head inside, circling it with my tongue. I placed one hand around the base, squeezing gently, while my other hand stroked his beautiful body. He tried to push deeper down my throat, but my hand kept him from succeeding as I slowly licked and sucked on the head, slipping it in and out of my lips. After a few minutes of this I rolled him onto his side so I could gain more control, then inhaled the full length of him, swallowing hard so he could feel my throat tighten around his cock.
Meanwhile he had found my sweet spot, and he knew exactly how to push my buttons. Two slick fingers were in my pussy, massaging my G-spot, doing their best to make me lose control. The better my pussy felt, the more enthusiastically I sucked his cock. As I felt myself start to tingle, I pulled my mouth away to tell him I wanted him to come with me. “No,” he said shortly, and buried his face in my crotch again.
I felt my muscles tensing, and I knew I couldn’t stop what was coming. My mind was a blur, my body shivering. I cried out as I came, again and again. He held me until my breathing returned to normal, kissing me gently.
I turned to his dick again, wanting to return the favor, but he wouldn’t let me, insisting that for now it was all about me. I knew he was just trying to mollify me to make up for his screwup, but it wasn’t going to be that easy.
For a few minutes we just lay there, looking up at the rising moon. As he lay relaxed, with his hands behind his head, I turned and straddled his body. I reached under the corner of the mattress to pull out the black rope that was attached to the tie-downs in the bed of the truck, and quickly slipped his wrists into it, pulling it tight so he couldn’t wiggle free.
“What the hell are you doing?” he demanded. I just smiled and kissed him deeply. “Come on,” he said then. “Is this some kind of payback or what?”
Still not answering him, I slid down and took his cock in my mouth, feeling it start to grow. When he was fully erect he demanded that I untie him, but I wanted him to feel the same frustration I had felt, waiting for him all that time. Releasing his dick, I crawled up and placed my pussy over his face, grinding it against his mouth. I felt his tongue lap at it greedily.
I let him lick me to orgasm again, but I still wasn’t satisfied. I moved down again till I was sitting on his hips and slowly took his still-hard cock into my pussy. It felt so good to be in control, with his dick up my cunt. Within minutes I was riding him to yet another climax.
He groaned as I slipped off his straining pole, leaving him unsatisfied. With a new plan in mind, I hopped out of the truck bed and went to get a few things I had stashed in my glove compartment. I came back carrying my favorite vibrator and a bottle of lube.
“No!” he said strongly when he became aware of what I was going to do. I just smiled at him again and proceeded to reach beneath him and lube up his ass. He tried to squirm away, but my oily finger found his tight anus and, as I applied a little pressure, slid inside.
Interestingly, he not only did not protest further, but he stopped his struggling and seemed to relax somewhat as I stroked slowly in and out. When I told him to turn over, he did so, and the next thing he knew I had slipped the vibrator up his ass. When I turned the switch to high, he shouted out in pleasure.
I fucked him with the vibrator until he came, shooting stream after stream of jism onto the mattress. When I released his wrists he grabbed me and kissed me passionately.
“Okay, you got your revenge,” he told me. “Will you stop being mad at me now?”
“I’ll tell you tomorrow,” I said.—T.J., Austin, Texas
Janie and I have been married for over 20 years, and have three grown children. Though she is now in her mid-40s, my wife still looks great, and has a fine set of tits. She has always been kind of shy, and though she enjoyed having sex, she would never suck my cock, or let me fuck her up the ass.
A little while back I started teasing her by saying that one of these days I was going to make her my little bitch and fuck her in the ass, and that she would take it that way and like it.
Then one day last week I came home from work with a sore back. I took a nice hot shower and told Janie that I was going to take a couple of sleeping pills and go to bed for the night.
I’m not sure how long I slept, but when I woke up I found that my arms were stretched over my head and my wrists handcuffed to the headboard. Looking down, I saw that I was wearing a red thong, a red garter belt and a pair of women’s stockings. My first reaction was to yell for Janie and ask her what the fuck was going on.
Janie came into the room in her pajamas. She smiled at me and told me that since I had started talking about getting kinky and fucking her up the ass, she had decided to turn the tables and see how I liked it. She then got beside me on the bed and started sucking my nipples and rubbing my cock through the thong. I must admit that the combination of her mouth on my body and the sensation of my dick rubbing against the silky fabric soon had me horny as hell.
She then asked me if I remembered when we had made a video of us making love. When I said yes, she offered me a deal. She said if I would let her make a video of me dressed this way, and saying how I loved to put on her lingerie, she would suck me until I came down her throat, and then suck me hard again so I could fuck her ass.
All this surprised the hell out of me, but I was so excited at the thought of finally being able to fuck her mouth and ass that I didn’t let myself think about it too much. I told her I would do anything she wanted if she would really do what she said. I was thinking with my dick—always a big mistake.
Janie then left the bedroom and came back with the digital camera and the camcorder. She started by taking pictures of me in the garter belt, stockings and thong. Then she decided I should have lipstick on to complete the picture. I refused at first, but when she reminded me of how she would suck me off, I gave in and let her put the shiny red lipstick on me.
Picking up the camcorder, she told me that the better I played my part on the video, the hotter she would be for me. Then she turned it on and said in a surprised voice, “Oh my goodness, what do we have here? Why are you wearing my lingerie!”
Determined now to play the role she had assigned me, I replied, “I can’t help it, babe. When you’re not around I can’t wait to dress up in your stockings and underwear. It makes me feel so good! I love to put on your lipstick and then lie on the bed and jerk off.”
“Lovely,” Janie said, and she turned off the camera and left the room. She was gone for about 20 minutes, and when she returned she told me that she had downloaded the pictures and video onto our computer, and that if I didn’t do what she wanted she would send them out to all our friends. “You didn’t really think I would swallow your come or let you fuck my ass, did you?” she said. “You were going to make me your little bitch well, now the tables have turned.”
She then took a vibrator out of a drawer and came over to the bed. She began sucking my nipples again, and she placed the vibrator on my crotch, rubbing my cock through the thong. I couldn’t help responding, and when I was close to coming she moved the vibrator between my ass cheeks and started rubbing my asshole with it. I protested at first, but after a few minutes the vibrator began to feel pretty good, and I started moving my ass against it.
“Guess it’s time to fuck some ass,” Janie told me with a big smile.
“You’re not going to stick that thing up my ass, are you?” I said nervously—though actually I was starting to think it might be kind of pleasant.
“No,” Janie said. “Not this one.” She then got up and went to her dresser, coming back with a bigger vibrator, shaped like a cock, along with a tube of lube. “My sexy little bitch deserves a cock,” she said. She lubed up the vibrator and turned it on to high, then placed it at my asshole. “You want it now, don’t you?” she said. “Come on, show me you want it. Move that ass.”
The vibration felt so good that I did start to move my ass, and as she teased my asshole with the thing I began begging her to put it in. In a few minutes I had the whole eight inches up my ass and was fucking it like a little slut.
Janie then pulled my puny four-inch cock out of the thong and began rubbing it with the smaller vibrator. So there I was, a grown man wearing lipstick, a garter belt, stockings and a thong, with a cock up my ass, begging my wife to fuck me with it as I squirmed and jerked like a wanton little tramp, enjoying every second. Janie told me to come all over myself like a little bitch, and in no time I was spurting like never before, shooting streams of come all over my chest and stomach, and some even on my face.
Janie then went back to her dresser and pulled out a bunch of lingerie. “From now on, when you get home from work,” she told me, “you’ll change into a thong, garter and stockings, and put on some nice lipstick. And from now on my sweet little bitch can cook the meals, do the laundry, clean the house and do anything else I can think of.”
Again I started to protest, but then discovered that I didn’t want to. It gave me a warm feeling to have her giving me orders, and turned me on too.
She then took off the handcuffs. “You look pitiful with come all over you,” she said. “Go and clean up.” I hastened to do so, and when I got back my wife was getting dressed. She put on sexy silk underwear, a really low-cut blouse and the shortest skirt I ever remember her wearing. When I asked her where she was going, she replied, “After twenty years of that small cock, I deserve a big one for a change. Now I’m going to find one, and when I do I might just let it fuck me in the ass.”
She came over and kissed me then. “You can start on your housework while I’m gone,” she told me. “And if you do it well I might let you suck my pussy clean when I get home.”
After she left I got busy cleaning the house. I had a hard-on as I did it, and I had to admit to myself that I liked the idea of being my wife’s bitch. Getting fucked up the ass had been great, and I couldn’t wait for her to do it again.—V.N., Boise, Idaho