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Role Reversal

By: Gojenngo



You look down at the small slip of paper that had been delivered earlier that afternoon and confirm that you are in fact at the correct address. The house is a nondescript looking affair, brown with tan trim on a street lined with similar looking homes. The only difference is the color of the SUV parked in each driveway. You're not sure why anyone would want to live in a neighborhood of homes that looked like they had been stamped from the same cookie cutter. You are however completely sure of what has brought you here this evening.

The message was short and to the point, it was nothing more than an address and the time written in her familiar handwriting. Although caught completely unaware you were noticeably intrigued at this new development to your relationship. While the sex had always been good and she was more than willing to try new things this was one of the few times she had initiated a deviation outside of the bedroom.

Five minutes early, you make your way up the stairs to the front door and ring the bell. Little time passes before you hear the unmistakable sound of high heel shoes tapping on hardwood floors headed in your directions. Not entirely sure what to expect you are completely unprepared for the sight that greets you as the door opens. 

"You must be Jake." The woman, tall, blonde, and well built is wearing what could only be called a cat suit; her generous figure molded in black leather from neck to ankles. "Come in."

It wasn't a request but a command given in a quick, clipped voice. You step into the entry way and are surprised to see the area expensively decorated beyond what you had imagined. Without asking, the woman slips your coat from your shoulders and hands it to a waiting butler, previously unnoticed by you. 

The house is well lit but remarkably quiet as you follow your hostess through the entryway, down the hall and into the formal sitting room. Motioning to a chair before the fire, she says; "Have a seat."

Settling into the chair you start to wonder what exactly she had gotten you into. Your love for kink was something she not only accepted about you but also enjoyed on a regular basis but she wasn't one to allow you to engage in your fantasies without her. You had assumed, obviously mistakenly, that she would be here waiting for you.

The blonde hands you a drink and after taking a sip, you ask; "Where is Karin?"

She smiles at you and walks over to a desk situated in the corner of the room and picks up the phone. After a brief word she hangs up, a moment later the door to the sitting room opens and in walks a man dressed only in a pair of black pants. His chest and feet are bare as he enters the room and bows to the blonde.

"Leo here will see that you are properly…prepared."

You hesitate, for the first time feeling a moment of uncertainty at what is to come. You realize that by going with Leo you will effectively be giving up complete control of the situation. There is no telling where this evening might lead to or when it will end. While the realization should be cause for concern you are filled with an overwhelming sense of calm. Setting your drink on the table you rise and follow Leo out of the room. He takes you back towards the front of the house and up an intricately carved staircase. At the second floor landing he turns left and precedes you down the hall. Straight ahead a pair of wide, French doors stand open on what looks to be a lavishly furnished bedroom. It is here that you are led. Stepping into the center of the room you stop and stare. To your right there is a doorway leading to what you assume is either the bathroom or a closet. To your left a large, four-poster bed dominates the room while straight ahead of you the wall is taken up by a large, marble fireplace. The room is decorated in tones of burgundy with black and gold accents. What should have been tacky was tastefully done with simple designs.

"You will undress, placing your things there in the dresser." 

Turning towards his voice you find that Leo has positioned himself in front of the doors, effectively blocking off any chance of escape. Reassured that you are not truly a prisoner and would be free to leave at any time, you find no cause for alarm.

Leo gives you a knowing smile as if reading your thoughts and suddenly you are not so sure that he would step aside if asked to do so. His arms folded across his chest, his eyes never wavering from your face, Leo waits.

While you've had occasion to be naked in front of other men before this is an entirely different situation. Raised with two older brothers and an active member of a gym you're use to showering around other men but never before had one watched so intently while you disrobed. Feeling slightly uncomfortable you raise your hands to your shirt and begin to slip the buttons free of their restraints. Surprised to note that your hands are shaking slightly you wonder if it is with fear or excitement.

The absolute silence in the room stretches the tension to an unnerving degree. You find that your breathing is coming fast and shallow and consciously seek to bring your emotions under control. After removing your shirt you slip your feet free from your work shoes before unbuckling your belt. Taking your boxers with them, you slip your slacks off your hips and step out of them. Working out on a regular basis combined with the benefits of good genes your body is well defined. Broad across the chest and shoulders with muscular legs you stand feeling good about yourself, knowing that you make an impressive sight. Following Leo's instructions you fold your close and place them in the top drawer of the dresser that is otherwise empty.

As you turn back towards the center of the room you notice Leo approach. In each hand he holds something black but otherwise unrecognizable. "Put out your wrists."

After holding out your arms he secures a black metal bracelet to each wrist. There is nothing decorative about these. They are neither loose nor decorated in any way but fit snuggly as he closes the clasps. The metal, the only thing you are wearing, is cold against your sensitive and magnifies the fact that you are standing in a strange house, before a strange man completely naked.

The weight of the bracelets is to ensure that you not forget their presence. Running your fingertips along the top of one wrist you find that the bracelet is tight enough not to move and there is little risk that it will chafe the skin.

Pulling your wrists in front of you and bringing them together, Leo hooks one to the other before leading you back to the center of the room. "Stand here." Without waiting to see if you complied, Leo reaches over your head and pulls a length of chain from the ceiling, which he then attaches to your wrists. After some minor adjustments you find yourself hanging from the ceiling by your wrist, your feet just barely able to reach the floor. In this position you can maintain your balance but there is no way for you to step either forward or back or side-to-side. Seeing that you are secure, Leo walks across the room and stands beside the door.

Above the fireplace is a mirror through which I watch as Leo prepares you for our evening ahead.

"What do you think?"

Turning to my companion and our blonde hostess, I say; "I think he looks wonderful but still too much in control of himself."

"I agree. Allow me?"

"Of course." I watch her leave the room only to reappear in the room through a side door.

You're not surprised to see the blonde reappear; it's obvious that this is her home and that she is in charge. "Where is Karin?"

A silent motion to Leo and he steps forward to place a bit between your teeth, securing it in place with a small leather buckle that straps around your head. "You will speak only when spoken to and even then your answers will be either 'yes mistress' or 'no mistress.' Is that understood?"

With the bit still in your mouth you are reduced to nodding your head in acknowledgement. 

"Very good." Walking to an armoire situated in the corner of the room she returns holding what looks to be a cat-o-nine tails only this one is made out of black and red leather and there are no knots that would cause serious injury. Walking back to stand in front of you she drags the small whip across your chest, allowing you to feel the soft, supple leather that makes up the fingers. "Do you know what this is?"

You nod your head.

"Do you know that it can be an instrument of both pain and pleasure?"

Again you nod, noting that as she continues to drag the end of the whip across your nipples that they harden in response.

"There are times when pain and pleasure merge to become one and there is no way of knowing where one ends and the other begins."

As she talks she continues to caress your flesh, tickling the sensitive skin of your belly and making the muscles there tense and jerk beneath the gentle assault.

"When that happens a person's senses become incredibly stimulated making it impossible to do anything beyond simply feeling." The whip's many fingers descended lower and brushed across the tip of your cock, which is hard and throbbing. Unable to bite it back you moan at the exquisite touch.

Circling, the blonde stands behind you, close enough to your back that you can feel her heat through the leather of her suit but not close enough as to actually be touching. Once again those soft leather fingers caress your skin sending chills coursing through your body and your hair practically stands on end.

"It's addictive, the feeling of pain and pleasure combining, causing one to loose complete control." 

Arching your back you try to escape the torture of those fingers moving lightly across your skin. Your muscles tense; tighten even more as they descend to caress the cheeks of your ass, the backs of your thighs, and even the backs of your calves. Then they're gone. There is nothing. You can't feel her standing behind you and the leather whip no longer traces patterns across your skin. The absence of any sensation makes you all that more conscious of your body. Your skin tingles, your cock is hard and throbbing and there is a heat emanating off of you in waves. As much as you had longed for the light, almost painful touching to stop you now miss the sense of contact you had.

"You've had a taste of the pleasure, do you think you can stand a taste of the pain?"

Your stomach tightens at the sound of her words. What do you want? If you answer yes you know what will happen but if you say no will the night end? Do you want it to? The uncertainty, the utter inability to control the future leaves you light headed as you try to figure out what it is you want.

"I think he still believes that he has a choice." 

Her voice penetrates the confusion of your brain. Raising your head you see her standing by the door, watching. Instantly your cock, which is already straining, grows harder until the head is purple with need for release. She's wearing a black latex skirt that stops just beneath her ass and barely covers her pussy; a matching bra that leaves her nipples exposed holds up her breasts; and around her neck she wears a choker.

She looked better than you'd imagines she would in such an outfit and at that moment you wanted nothing more than to throw her down on the bed and thrust your cock inside of her. She was here, she was part of this and that fact brought you to a new heightened state of arousal. 

I smiles at you but speak to the blonde over your shoulder. "He'll take the pain because I want him to. What pleases me pleases him and that is all that matters."

You shudder at my words, but as your body tenses for what is to come you realize that by taking the choice away from you I've made everything easier. You also know that I would never cause you any real pain.

"Spread your legs as far as you can." The order comes from behind and you do as you are told. Spreading your wide you are braced as the first strike of the whip crosses your back. While uncomfortable there is no real pain, the soft fingers leave behind a slight sting as they cross your back again and again. The blonde wielding the whip moves down your back until she comes to your ass, only then do the strikes land with more force. Each one raises welts and leaves the skin burning. Not wanted to disappoint her or appear weak you struggle to keep your legs still, to keep from stepping away from her downward swing. After several more blows land just beneath your ass cheeks and across the tender skin of the backs of your thighs you give up and start struggling only to find that you are securely held in place. 

Unable to control your moans they sound loud and raspy to your ears against the bit still in your mouth. By the time the blows slow and then finally stop your legs are shaking with the effort of holding yourself up. Breathing hard, your head hanging forward you're surprised to feel my hands on your cheeks, lifting your face.

"Remember the rules." After issuing this warning I reach around, undo the buckle and remove the bit from your mouth. After handing it to Leo I turn and with your face still in my hands kiss you gently. Everything I feel for you is there in that kiss. How much I care combines with my pleasure at seeing you surrender yourself to me. It's a gently, tender kiss that is also filled with all the passion we feel for each other.

When I break the kiss and step away you can see the desire rise in my eyes. My nipples are hard and thrusting forward, begging for attention, and you can smell the unmistakable scent of my arousal. 

The blonde steps in between us and kisses you as well. Her hands are on your chest and she reaches down and strokes your arousal. You moan and shudder at her touch.

"You will not cum until given permission, do you understand?"

"Yes, mistress."

She releases your cock and steps back until her back is pressed against my chest. My hands rise to brush her hair forward over one shoulder and the unmistakable sound of a zipper being undone can be heard in the room. I slip my hands beneath the leather and push the outfit off her shoulders, caressing her as I slide it from her body. Her breasts are released, just moments before the material is pushed off her hips revealing a small triangle of slightly darker blonde hair. Kneeling behind her I help her step out of the outfit so that she now stands before you completely naked.

You definitely appreciate the sight of her. With blonde hair, blue eyes with generous breasts, narrow waist, and gently flaring hips she is everything feminine. Even more exciting is the contrast we make together with my dark coloring pressed against her lighter tones. My hands slide back up her body, circle around her waist and press gently against her stomach. As you watch my fingers slip into the dark blonde curls of her public hair and between her thighs.

Her head falls back against my shoulder and her thighs fall apart as I circle her clit with my fingers before sinking them slowly into her pussy. "She's wet, hot from administering your whipping. Would you like to see?"

"Yes," your voice comes out barely a whisper and you swallow once to clear your throat. "Yes, mistress."

I remove my fingers from her pussy and hold them up for you to see the glistening wetness from her pussy. "She has other talents as well, would you like to know what they are?"

It's a rhetorical question and you know that there is only one answer I will accept. "If it pleases you, mistress."

"What will please me is to have her show you. Leo." At my word, Leo steps between you and the blonde, blocking your view as he helps her with a series of straps and buckles. When he steps away she's wearing a pair of leather panties from which extends a slim phallus.

Suddenly the purpose of this evening becomes glaringly clear. Privy to your every fantasy I've known from the beginning that you wanted a woman experienced in the use of a dildo and tonight your fantasy is about to become reality.

"Leo, release him." Leo lowers your arms and unhooks the bracelets but does not remove them. The blonde approaches you slowly, it is obvious that in this you do have a choice and that no one will force you to accept it. As she reaches out to take you in her arms you look at me. Seeing me smile you know that it's okay, that I understand your need to experience this and that I am here with you. 

She kisses you, gently at first but with greater intensity as desire rises between you. Her hands move from your chest to your cock stroking you and caressing you until you threaten to cum. While one hand cups her breast, pulling and pinching at her nipple the other moves down her stomach and between her thighs. Thinking that you could still pleasure her you're surprised to find that not only does the phallus extend from the front of her panties but it is also buried deep within her pussy. Knowing that she'll be able to pleasure herself while taking you from behind adds a new level of excitement to this encounter.

Finding her clit you begin to circle and stroke it until she's withering with pleasure. Break the kiss she says; "On your knees."

You kneel, feeling your body tremble as she comes to kneel behind you. There's a slight pause while she lubes the phallus before guiding it to you. You feel the cold wetness slide between your cheeks and tense as the head of the phallus presses up against your opening.

Coming to kneel in front of you, I brush my mouth next to your ear and whisper, "Relax."

You consciously relax and she slides into you. "Oh, God." There is a little pain as you're stretched for the first time but the sensation of slowly being filled quickly replaces any discomfort with pleasure. When she's completely buried within you she stop her forward thrust only to pull back until just the head of the phallus is left inside. 

As she moves forward once again you pull me beneath you and kiss me. I can feel your body shaking with pleasure and the exertion of holding back your orgasm. The pleasure you are receiving is exquisite and I'm wet just from watching you. Not want to take away from the experience I struggle to keep my hands from your cock.

She continues to move in and out of you, going faster and deeper as you become more accustom to being penetrated. Her own moans are coming quicker and closer together and you know that her orgasm is near.

Wanting to be buried deep inside of me when you're finally allowed to cum you pull me closer and keeping rhythm with the woman behind you, you thrust forward. "Oh, God Karin." The wet heat of my pussy surrounds you at the same time you're filled from behind. As her thrust come faster you begin to move within me until you start to feel the walls of my pussy start to tighten and clench. 

I'm watching you, our eyes locked as she continues to fuck you. Thrusting repeatedly drives her to her orgasm and she cries out with release. "Cum for me," I say feeling your cock hard and throbbing inside of me.

"Yes, mistress." Your thrusts come harder, faster until your balls tighten up against your body and you feel your orgasm crash through your body. "Oh, God Karin. I'm going to cum."

My body tenses as the first of your release pours into my body, making me cum. "Jake! I'm cumming." We cling together as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over us.

Slowly the blonde withdraws from both your body and the room, leaving us to enjoy the moment together. We lay there together, the room dark with night, the only light coming from the fire touching and caressing each other softly. Sometime later we dress and head home.

Role Reversal



As I was slaving away at my computer today, the phone rang. I looked down and could tell that it was Sasha calling me. I was immediately excited when I saw her name on the caller identification feature. I couldn't wait to hear her voice. When I answered, she said in a soft but demanding voice,

"I'm working very hard today, and I'm going to be a little late this evening. I'm going to need to work out some frustrations, so be prepared when I get home. I'm going to make you my bitch tonight. I'm going to fuck you repeatedly as long and hard as I want. I am dreaming right now of looking down between my legs and seeing you sucking on by big black strap-on cock.

When I get home, I want you to be cooking my favorite dinner. You should be dressed in absolutely nothing except a white sheer girly apron. That's right, I said girly. I'm going to strip you of your manhood tonight and make you my whore. Would you like that?

"Yes," I said. CLICK went the phone. Holy crap, I was so turned on sitting there at my desk. I had to sit really near my computer so none of my co-workers could see my raging hard-on. I couldn't get Sasha off my mind all day. I was almost foaming at the mouth to get the hell out there and go home and start preparing her favorite meal. My body fills with excitement from head to toe to know that I can give up my body to Sasha and be dominated. I had no idea what I was in store for, but I knew I lived to pleasure her tonight.

I almost broke the door down trying to get into the apartment. It was as if Sasha knew my every move because as soon as I entered, the phone rang. I answered, and Sasha said,

"Don't speak, you little fuck. Don't speak unless I tell you to speak. Are you ready to be my woman tonight? I said don't speak, unless I tell you to. Oh, I'm going to fuck you so hard tonight. You better take a nice hot shower and eat dinner before I get there because you're not going to have the chance to do either when I get there. Do you understand? Good, now go."

When Sasha hung up, I immediately had a quick bite to eat, and then I jumped into the shower. I was so hard thinking about her that I had to touch myself in the shower. I imagined Sasha on top of me after we've just made love and her caressing my cock as if it were attached to her beautiful body. As I ejaculated in the shower, in my head, I could see her squeezing the juice out of my cock and exclaiming that she loved to rub her cock.

To my surprise, when I opened the shower curtain, there was a dry towel and a sheer white apron neatly folded on the sink. Sasha had come home while I was in the shower. I patted myself dry with the towel, and looked at my red face in the mirror as I was slightly embarrassed by putting on the white sheer apron. I walked outside and there she stood. Sasha had her hair pulled back tightly into a single-braided ponytail. She had my favorite horn-rimmed glasses on. She had on a tight fitting, very business-like, white coat that outlined her slender body and accentuated her breasts. She also wore matching, form fitting white business pants with long, shiny black heels. She looked very corporate and business-like, definitely a woman of immense power. She said,

"Oh, yes. Don't you look cute? You look like a cute little maid. I love having a maid. Kiss my feet, maid."

I kneeled down and kissed both of her beautiful feet. 

"That's enough. Now, get in that kitchen and let me watch you fix me dinner. I've had a very hard day, and I feel like playing with you to work off some of the edge."

I walked into the kitchen and began preparing Sasha's seafood dinner. I made a shrimp cocktail for her as an appetizer. The big juicy red shrimp sat on the edge of the large martini glass as the cocktail sauce filled the inside of the martini glass. I poured her a glass of crisp red Merlot. I took the appetizer and wine to her as she commanded. She said that she wanted me to go put dinner on simmer because she had a surprise for me. As I was preparing the food, I could sense that Sasha was behind me. She told me not to turn around. She pressed the front of her body against my backside and began kissing the back of my neck. I immediately became hard. She was grinding her waist into my ass and said,

"You sure are a good maid. I like watching you cook in your silly little apron. I can see how hard your cock is, and I can see every outline of your body. You want me so bad, don't you? You can answer."

I said, yes, and she said, "Say it again."

I said, yes.

She said, "Say you want me."

"I want you" I said.

"Say you want me bad."

"I want you so bad."

"Say you want to be my bitch."

"I want to be your bitch."

"Say you'll be my woman tonight, and that you want my cock."

"I want to be your woman tonight, and I want you cock deep in my ass."

"Oh, that's very good. You may get your wish."

She pressed me into the kitchen counter and pulled up the back of the apron. She told me to keep making dinner and not to turn around. She pressed my torso forward so I was slightly bent. She pumped me a few times from behind, and I could feel that there was something hard inside her pants. I knew it was her iron-hard black strap-on. She was planning to fuck me like a man fucks a woman. Seemingly from nowhere, she reached around my body to show me an ass-toy. The toy was an ass vibrator. She slipped two wet fingers in my ass and my body tensed up. She told me I was going to receive her toy in my ass while I cooked her dinner. As I continued preparations, Sasha placed the vibrator inside my ass and controlled the vibration with a controller that was hooked to the vibrator by a long wire. I winced in wonderment. As I walked around the kitchen, Sasha would increase and decrease the speed at her leisure. She enjoyed controlling me as I made her dinner.

I had made a nice scallop dinner for her with fresh green beans. As I neared finishing her dinner, she told me to bend over. She removed the vibrator, and inserted a plug that was a bit wider than the previous toy. She told me that I was to serve her dinner, and that if I let the plug fall out I would be in serious trouble. I brought the entrée to her. "Have a seat," she said. "You are going to watch me while I eat."

I sat carefully next to her at the dinner table. The plug was exciting me, but also just enough pain for me to stand. I watched her slowly devour the scallops, and I loved seeing the wine dribble across her red lips as she sipped it. "Do you like your ass being filled while you watch me eat?" she asked. I grimaced, blushed, and smiled all at the same time. My body was tingling all over. "Go fetch me the honey!"

I walked over to where the honey was. As I did, I could sense Sasha moving from her spot at the table. She sat back in her easy chair and exclaimed, "I want you to bring that honey over here to me on your hands and knees. I want you to crawl very slowly." As I crawled, Sasha began to rub the crotch of her white pants. As I got closer, she began to unzip her pants. When I neared, she said,

"You're such a good little whore, cooking me dinner, and fetching my honey. Since you've been so good, I'm going to let you suck my cock. I bet you'd like that wouldn't you, you little fuck."

I was nervous because Sasha had never been so verbally forceful. It turned me on. I looked up into her eyes. She looked so powerful. I was ready to beg her to take me. She looked down at her crotch where she held the strap-on black cock with one hand—the cock that she was going to fuck me with. Nervously, I started to place my head in her lap and my lips around her toy.

"Suck it," she said. "Your master's been working so hard all day. You should be a good little whore and suck it. Take that cock in your mouth. Take it like a woman takes it. That's it. Let me see the head of your tongue on the edge of my cock. Let me see you lick it. Yeah, that's it."

She was directing me and commanding me in every way. She groaned as I sucked it as if it was actually a part of her. Sasha was moaning because she was getting excited about all of the power she was exerting. She loved commanding me, and I loved being commanded. She grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pressed my face down onto her cock. I licked faster and more methodically. I was starting to lose my inhibitions, and I was beginning to really enjoy sucking her cock. We were playing together.

"Ooh. I'm going to make you my girlfriend. You're so good at sucking cock. Keep sucking it. You better get it good and wet because I'm going to shove it in your ass in a minute." She forced my head down onto her cock even harder with both hands. "Let me see your tongue on the head of my cock," she said. I wiggled my tongue up and down, and looked into her eyes. Her eyes pierced right through me. As I licked the head of her cock, she poured honey on the base of the dildo. The honey dribbled down the shaft of the cock. Taste that sweet cum. I want to hear how you enjoy me cumming all in your mouth. I engorged the black dildo until it hit the back of my throat. I almost gagged. I was tasting the honey, and as I sucked the honey off of the cock, my face got honey all over it. Soon, she pulled the dildo out of my mouth and lightly spanked my face with it.

"Open your mouth. I want to fuck it some more." I opened my mouth, and Sasha placed her cock in my mouth and slowly fucked my mouth. She moved her hips back and forth while grabbing my hair with both hands. 

"Okay, that's enough. Crawl over to the mirror. Crawl!!"

I crawled to the mirror as she commanded. When I placed myself in front of the mirror, I could see Sasha behind me. She abruptly ripped the apron from around me and swatted my ass. "I feel like fucking you, now. Is that all right?"

"Yes," I said.

Sasha spanked my ass really hard. "I didn't tell you to talk, bitch." My body had chill bumps as my naked skin was exposed to the cold air in the room. Sasha was quite warm. She was still clothed. Suddenly, I heard her pulling off her pants. I looked into the mirror, and I saw her removing her clothing. Only her black bra and black strap-on dildo belt could be soon. As I looked into the mirror, I saw Sasha pour lube all over her big black cock. She was rubbing it on with one hand while pouring it with another. I knew what was getting ready to happen. 

"Say, take me Sasha," Sasha said. "Say take my ass."

"Take my ass," I said under my breath.

Sasha immediately spanked my ass hard. "What did you say?"

"I said take my ass."

"Louder!!" she exclaimed while she spanked my ass.

"Take my ass now. Take it."

"Beg."

"Please, take my ass!!"

"Aw, that's a good little girl. Look at me."

I felt Sasha slowly slip her cock inside me. She slowly slid it backwards. I was in pain, but I loved it. My body was energized knowing that she was having her way with it. I wanted her to have her way with it. I was a s hard as I had ever been. I wanted Sasha to fuck me all night long. "Give me that cock," I yelled.

"You want my fucking cock, you little whore? Huh? You want it?"

Sasha dominated me for what seemed like a most pleasurable eternity. When I would look down at the floor, she would grab my hair with one hand from behind. "Keep your head up, slave. I want you to watch me fuck you."

Beads of sweat poured all over me as she fucked me. "Ooh, I like fucking my little slut. I think I want to come all over your face." I wanted her to, but when she said it, I didn't know how it was possible. In my head, I dreamt of her black dildo cock exploding white creamy cum all over my face as we looked into each other's eyes. 

"Turn around!!" she said sternly.

I turned around, and watched her imitate jacking off. She was getting into it as if she was going to cum all over my belly and chest. "Do you want me to cum on you with my cock?" she asked.

I knew she couldn't. I wanted her to, so I said yes.

"Do you want me to cum in your mouth," she asked. "On your face?"

"Yes."

"Say you want me to cum on your face."

"Cum on my face. Cum in my mouth. Do it. Do it, now."

Sasha laughed because she knew she was in total control. She grabbed behind both my legs, and said "Get those legs in the air." I raised my legs in the air, and she guided them backwards, almost back to my head. I was balancing myself only on the top portion of my upper back as she pinned my legs backwards. Sasha removed her cock. She threw it, and I heard it fall like dead weight to the floor. She sat on my ass that was displayed in the air. She began stroking my cock. As I looked up, I saw Sasha with a cock in her hand. It was my cock.

"Mmm. How do you like my cock," she smiled as she asked. She had me in the ultimate submissive pose. "This is my cock, now," she said. "And I'm going to cum all over your face with my cock. Open your mouth."

I knew what she was about to do. She had my cock, her cock, grasped in one hand. As she straddled me, she looked deep into my eyes and began to jack her cock off furiously. I yelled and screamed. I was about to explode. She rubbed it harder and harder. I saw her aim her cock towards my mouth. "Open up!"

I opened my mouth. I wanted her cum so bad. She stroked harder and harder. I could feel it coming. I yelled louder and louder. As I screamed, I could take it no longer. 

It was as if in slow motion. Her handing jacking me off and a slow pouring ooze of white cum came flowing out of our cock. I wanted to catch all of it just like she commanded.

"Drink it up, slut. Drink it all up. Rrrrrrrr," she growled as she poured her cum into my mouth. She began to wave the cock around my face and she came on my cheeks and chin. The cum flowed and flowed. I looked up into her eyes, and she was smiling. "That's a good little slut," she said "Mmm hmmm."

I was devastated. My body was in a most pleasant coma. I could not move. As I lie in on the floor, I stared straight up at the ceiling in bewilderment. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Sasha standing over me. 

She smiled with a great friendly grin and said, "I love you."

There was no more character. She truly meant it. 

I can't imagine being with another woman for the rest of my life. Sasha is all that I want, need, and desire.



Role Reversal



A few months ago, I had my friend Alex over to help me break in a couple of slaves.  He is a big, sensual Dom who, although he can be very rough, can also be very gentle.  As we enjoyed our slut-girls, he made it somewhat clear that he wanted to use me as a sub sometime.  I felt strangely drawn to him and couldn't stop thinking about his offer.  He really turned me on and thoughts of being bound and made to service him constantly haunted my thoughts and dreams.  I had never shown a submissive side, but somehow he was making me more and more curious to explore that.

The big problem was how to tell Mike I wanted to do that.  I decided to approach him one Sunday afternoon as we were sprawled out on the couch watching TV.  As I told him about Alex and what he wanted to do to me, I watched his face.  He frowned as he listened to me, but didn't say anything until I was done.

"Have you fucked this guy?" he asked.

"No - you know I wouldn't unless you said it was ok."

"Hmmm...but I'm not invited?"

"Um, it didn't come up, but I don't think..."

He was quiet for a while.

"Why do you want this guy to tie you up?"

"Because...I...want to see how it feels..."

He sighed heavily.

"Ok, you can, but one condition."

"What is that?" I asked.

"I get to do it to you sometime," he smiled.

I laughed and hugged him.

"Of course you can!"

"Ok, sweetie...just be careful."

"I will."

I smiled at him sweetly.

I called Alex a few days later when Mike was at work.  I could tell he was thrilled by the tone of his voice, but he was just a little hesitant.

"You sure it's ok with your boyfriend?" he asked.

"Yes, we talked it over.  He said it was ok as long as he can do it to me sometime."

We both laughed and I felt my whole body quiver in anticipation of what I was about to embark on.

"Ok, my sweet one," he said.  "Tomorrow night - just you and me.  I guarantee you will enjoy it immensely."

We hung up and immediately took a warm bath and daydreamed about it.


I arrived at Alex's house that evening a little tense and not really knowing why.  I obviously trusted him.  It was probably because I had never submitted to anyone before.  And Alex had a way about him that made me extremely horny.

He greeted me warmly with a hug and quick kiss on the cheek.  I looked up at him and smiled.  Alex is a big guy with broad shoulders and thick arms.  He has long, black hair that he usually wears in a ponytail.  His face is very expressive and at the moment he looked at me fondly.

"I've been waiting for this since I last saw you," he said.

I smiled thinking back to the weekend we broke in two teen-aged sluts.  Alex taught me how to use ropes and something happened between us.  As I rode one of my sluts, he licked and sucked my breasts until I came very, very hard.  Since then, I haven't been able to stop thinking about him and the offer he made me.

I shivered slightly and took off my coat as we went into his cozy living room.  A bottle of wine and two glasses were waiting.  I sat down and he joined me.

We made some small talk as we drank the wine.  I knew he was doing that to get to me relax and I was grateful for that.  The room was dark with only a few candles burning.  I began to feel very comfortable and warm around him.  After the second glass of wine I was ready for whatever lie ahead.

He took the glass from my hand and looked deeply into my eyes.

"Are you ready, my little one?" he asked softly.

I nodded.
"Good, follow me."

We stood up and his arms went around my waist, pulling me close to him.  Before I knew it, his lips were on mine and we were locked into a deep kiss.  His tongue probed my mouth somewhat roughly and I moaned against him.  My body was melting from his passion and I was ready to be fucked right there.

"Wow, you are delicious," he said, breaking the kiss.

I caught my breath and smiled at him.

"Ok, this way."

He led me downstairs to his 'playroom'.  I was amazed and awed as to what he had down there.  All kinds of 'devices,' for lack of a better word, were placed around the room.  It was dark except for candles.  I could smell incense burning somewhere and it's sweet heady scent made added to the excitement.

"You like?" he asked.

"Oh yes.  Very nice, I'm jealous," I laughed.

"Thank you."

He sat down on a large, leather chair and motioned me over.

"Take your clothes off, slut.  Tonight you are mine and must obey me.  Understand?"

I swallowed hard, not used to this.

"Y-yes...Sir."

"Good, girl.  Now strip for me.  Let me see that luscious body."

I began to unbutton my sweater slowly, trying to be sexy at the same time.  My fingers trembled slightly as I undid each button.  This was incredible sexy and scary at the same time.  I began to understand how my slaves felt.

My fingers worked each button loose and then I shrugged my sweater off my shoulders, showing him my breasts still encased in my lacy, black bra.  His eyes were roaming over my chest as I took a deep breath and reached back to unhook the bra.  I pulled it off and felt my breasts spill free in the warm air.  Not wanting to stop, I unzipped my jeans and pushed them down to my knees before going back to get my panties.  I bent over and slid them down to my ankles and stepped out of them.  I was now naked and feeling a bit self-conscious.

"Mmmm...nice," he said, admiring me.  "Now play with yourself a bit.  Rub that sweet pussy for me."

I moved my hand slowly down my body and brought it between my legs where I wasn't surprised to see it was already wet.  My finger slid in between my pussy lips and rubbed the wetness there.  A soft sigh escaped my lips as I did this.

"You're wet, aren't you, slut?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir." I whispered.

"Good.  Turn around."

I turned around and showed him my ass as I continued to rub myself slowly.

"Nice ass.  I will enjoy using it," he said. "Now kneel in front of that bench."

He gestured to what looked like a weight bench, but I knew it wasn't quite that.  I knelt before it and waited as he got some rope and a gag.

"I'm going to gag you first, then tie you to this bench," he explained. 

I said nothing and prepared to feel my first gag.  He used a ball-gag, my favorite, and pushed it into my mouth.  I felt my mouth go around it somewhat painfully as he secured the straps behind my head.  I found I had to relax and breathe through my nose.

Next he pushed me down on the bench so my breasts were squished against the hard surface.  I could feel my nipples harden as the coldness radiated through my warm flesh.  He stretched out my arms and began to loop the rope around and around my wrists before tying it to the end of the bench.  Another rope was looped around my arms, to secure them.  My ankles were similarly tied as well as my thighs.  When he was done, I was tightly bound, bent over so my ass was totally exposed to him.

He ran his big hands over my smooth ass for a while before he got his favorite whip.  I practically jumped out of my skin when the first lash of the leather strips hit my skin.  I cried out against my gag and was unable to move.  Luckily, he only gave me a few lashes, but it was enough to make my ass sting and throb.

I felt his breath on me next as he knelt behind me and began to lick my ass cheeks.  I sighed as his tongue worked its way across the hard flesh there to the softness of my ass crack.  He licked up and down several times before his tongue poked at the tight entrance of my asshole.  I shivered and jumped slightly at that sensation as he began to lightly probe it with his tongue.  His hands groped and squeezed me as he slowly tongue fucked my asshole.  I moaned against my gag and silently pleaded for him to continue.

But instead he stopped and then I felt the unmistakable feel of a butt plug being pushed into my ass.  I cried out to no avail as it invaded me and completely filled my ass.  It was painful as it stretched me, but I couldn't do a damn thing about it.  Alex grunted with satisfaction and began to flog me again.  Each lash of the whip hurt more with the butt plug in.  I screamed and writhed with each hit, but I knew my pussy was slowly beginning to leak my cum.  It was definitely turning me on.

Eventually he stopped, satisfied he had whipped me enough.  My ass stung but I wasn't sore.  He removed all the ropes and the gag and had me stand up.

"How are you doing so far?" he asked.

"Ok..." I replied, gasping for breath.

"Good."

He pulled me over to an apparatus where he told me to spread my legs wide.  I looped rope around my ankles and attached them to two posts on either side of me.  My legs were pulled impossibly wide and my pussy become very exposed.

"Hold out your arms, slut," he commanded.

I held them out as he began to bind them tightly.  Then he lifted each one up and secured them over my head so I tied more or less spread-eagle.  Next he took a long rope and began to tie my breasts using a very intricate technique.  I began to feel them swell and get tight as he bound them.  I moaned slightly as the blood flowed to them and they felt super-sensitive.

"You like?" he asked.

I nodded weakly.

"Well, I'm not done with them yet," he said.

I watched as he got the nipple clamps and attached them to my semi-erect nipples.  I cried out as the pinched the flesh painfully, but little shockwaves went from my breasts to my pussy as he attached each one.  A light, silver chain was connected to them.

"Lift you head, slut."

I lifted my head up and he attached a leather collar around my neck.  As he snapped in place, I truly felt like his slave at that point.  It was definitely a new feeling.

He yanked the nipple chain slightly and attached it the collar.  I groaned as my nipples were pulled upwards.

"Mmmm...you look wonderful, my dear," he whispered in my ear as his hands cupped my full breasts.  "Now you will cum several times as I watch you."

I wondered what he meant by that until I saw him get a clit stimulator.  I had often used that on my own sluts and I knew how it would be.  He pushed it into my pussy snuggly and attached it to my hips so it wouldn't go anywhere.  He turned it on a medium setting and my pussy was immediately stimulated by the soft buzzing.

Alex sat back in his chair and I could see the bulge in his pants forming as he watched me bound tightly with a plug in my ass, chains on my nipples and buzzing against my clit.

I shut my eyes and let the sensations wash over me.  My ass was tightly stretched around the butt plug.  My pussy was absolutely throbbing as the vibrator did its work rubbing unmercifully against my hard little clit.  My nipples were throbbing with so much pain and pleasure I thought I would cum right there.  And I couldn't move a bit.

As my clit was stimulated, a feeling of warmth washed over me.  A gentle buildup of an orgasm was on its way and I really had no control of that.  I stood there, tied and let it begin to take effect.  It was actually a pretty delicious feeling to be stimulated in all the three places at the same time.  I was beginning to moan pretty loudly.

"You want to cum, don't you Diana?"

I nodded and told him I did.  And I knew I would, I just had to let my body go.

I concentrated on the pleasure in my clit and my whole pussy was tingling.  I could feel my girlcum practically leaking out as my pussy vibrated.  My ass contracted slightly and I knew it would be soon.  I began to shake my hips and ass and it sent a strong wave of pleasure through my body.  I did it again and my tits moved a bit, send fresh waves of pain and pleasure though my heaving breasts.  Knowing this would only help, I continued to shake as much as I could, bringing myself every closer.

Alex encouraged me.  "Cum, you little slut.  I want to hear your moans of pleasure as you cum."

It was if his words were caressing me.  Every nerve-ending in my body was alive as I could feel the orgasm quickly approaching.

"Oh my GOD!" I screamed as the first wave took me over the edge.  "I'm fucking CUMMING!!!"

And indeed I was.  My whole body shook and I thought my head would explode as I shook myself to a huge orgasm.  Spots danced before my eyes as I came very, very hard.

Alex watched me closely as I brought myself to my first orgasm of the night and smiled at me.

"What a good slut.  I knew you would cum hard."

I nodded as the waves went through my body again and again.  It was quite a while before I calmed down.  I slumped against my bonds and panted.

Alex came near me with a glass of wine and let me take a few sips.  I was grateful and thanked him.  He put the glass down and began to tease my sensitive nipples with his fingertips.  I shivered and moaned, already so turned on by being tied up and used by this man.  He reached down and turned up the clit stimulator all the way.  I cried out and squirmed as my swollen clit was assaulted by the increased stimulus.  Alex smiled and continued to tease my nipples.  His thumbs roughly slid back and forth over the tips and sent shudders throughout my body.

"You're going to cum again, aren't you?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir." I choked out.

He got a different whip, which was really just light pieces of leather and very gently slapped my breasts with them.  Because they were tied and clamped, each swat sent jolts of pleasure all they way down to my swollen cunt.  I felt my head loll a bit as yet another orgasm was on its way.

Alex continued his ministrations on my body.  He teased, whipped and pinched my tits until I finally came very, very hard.  My whole body screamed in joy as the powerful orgasm ripped through me and then all was black.


When I came to, I was on a nice, comfortable bed.  Underneath my bare skin was a soft, silky comforter.  My eyes fluttered open to find Alex sitting next to me.  As I slowly became aware, I realized my arms were bound behind me and I was lying on them.  My ankles were attached to cuffs which were attached to ropes that kept my legs spread wide apart.  Underneath my ass was a soft pillow which allowed better access to my throbbing pussy.  My breasts and nipples were no longer in any kind of restraint.

"Diana, my dear.  You look absolutely delicious," Alex purred.

I swallowed and thanked him.

"And now I am going to really taste you."

I noticed he was naked now as he knelt on the bed next to me.  His large cock was standing at attention.  He held the glass of wine and tipped it gently so it spilled on my lips.  I eagerly parted them to take a few more drops in my mouth.  Unfortunately some of it spilled on my chin and dribbled down my neck.

"Nothing to worry about, my sweet" he said. "I'll lick it off."

He leaned over me and began to gently lick the wine from my chin.  His tongue was so incredibly soft for such a big man and it brought shivers to me despite the warmness of the room.  He lapped the wine from my neck and decided to pour some more of it across my breasts and belly.

"Mmmmm...wonderful..." he moaned as he gazed down at me.

He took one large hand and cupped my breast.  His fingers began to massage it a bit as her lowered his head to take one very sensitive nipple in his mouth.  He licked and sucked all the wine from it marveling at the taste.  When his teeth enclosed it and bit down, my back arched up to meet him. 

"Ohhhh...yesssss...." I moaned.  "I love that."

He smiled and continued to suck and bite my nipple until I was squirming.  When he stopped I was panting.

"You have such lovely breasts...I could lick them all day", he murmured as he licked the wine between them.

He brought his head down to do the same to the other one, again licking the wine from the engorged tip of my breast.  I struggled a bit as the sensation became very overwhelming.  Not being in control was driving me crazy as well as making me extremely horny.  I began to understand what it was like for all the sluts that had served me.

I felt one large hand slide down my belly to cup my mound.  I gasped as his finger roughly entered my wet pussy and began to stroke my clit.  Again I squirmed, but with no avail.  I was tied pretty tightly.

"Mmmm...such a wet cunt, my pretty slut.  I think I will taste it."

He left my breasts and knelt between my legs.  I felt his beard tickle my thighs before his tongue snaked out to lick the nectar from my pouty lips.  As soon as his tongue found my clit, I began to buck wildly on the bed.  

"Very tasty," he said between licks.  I barely heard him as he expertly tongued my cunt bringing me ever closer to release for the third time that night.

He slid his hand underneath my ass and gripped firmly.  I winced a little as it was a bit sore from the lashing earlier, but it soon passed as his tongue began to fuck my pussy.

"Oh..yes...oh please..fuck me," I moaned.

He increased the speed of his licking and probing until I screamed out that I was cumming.  I was shamelessly humping his face with my cunt up and down for what seemed like eternity as I released my juices all over his face and beard.  He kept licking, getting all my juices as I came hard.  Again.


When he was satisfied, he lifted his face up and I could see tiny droplets of my cum on his face.  He wiped it off with a towel and proceeded to untie my legs, but left my arms bound.

"Ok, slut, this next time is for me," he grinned.  

He helped me up off the bed and he sat in the big chair.

"Kneel, slut and suck my cock."

I obediently got down on my shaky knees and began the challenging task of sucking his cock without using my hands.  I managed to get his cock in my mouth and I kept it there for some time.  I sucked and licked and deep throated him the best I could until his moaning got louder.  He suddenly pulled out of my mouth and told me to ride his cock.

I eagerly got up and straddled him, waiting so long to finally do this.  I spread my legs wide and eased down on his huge shaft and gasped as he entered me.  My pussy immediately enveloped him with wetness.  His hands clutched my hips to support me as I began to ride him.

"Lean into me. Let me suck those tits," he said hoarsely.

I complied by thrusting my breasts into his face and he began to lick, suck and bite them all over.  My moans began louder as his huge prick fucked me hard.  His hands slid around my hips to my ass for better leverage.  I rode him hard as he thrust upwards with long, brutal strokes.  My used cunt took him and I could feel my clit throbbing.

I felt his finger slide into my ass as he plunged my pussy over and over.  His tongue was all over my breasts as I bounced up and down on his cock.  It was wonderful.

"Your cunt is so tight.  I can't wait to fill it with my cum," he moaned.  "You like this cock in your wet little snatch, slut?"

"Oh yes...fuck me harder, Alex.  Fuck my cunt with your huge cock."

At that moment we weren't master and slave anymore.  We were two people who desperately wanted to fuck each other and no amount of role-playing could cover that.

"Oh god...Diana...I'm going to cum..." he moaned.

"Yes, do it, " I urged.  "Fill me with that cum."

He grunted and thrust and with a loud yell he shot his load deep inside me.  I leaned forward as far as I could to suckle his neck as he bucked and came hard.  When he stopped, I could feel his cum leaking down the inside of my thigh.

Alex gave a big sigh and pushed me back a little. He brought his lips to mine and kissed me deeply and passionately.

"Oh how I've wanted to do this," he sighed.

I said nothing, suddenly overcome with emotion.

He eased me off of him and untied my bonds.  I collapsed on the bed with his seed still on my leg and soon I was asleep.


I didn't sleep very long, just enough to recover from the incredible evening of fucking I had just experienced.  When I woke, Alex was lying next to me with sleepy eyes, but he was awake.




Role Reversal



"Thank you, Diana," he said softly.  "You were wonderful."

"Thank YOU, Alex.  I never knew how much of a turn on that could be.  It definitely gave me a new perspective on things."

He reached out and softly stroked my hip with his big hand.

"I could fuck you all night," he said.

"Well, um, it is getting late..."

I didn't really want to leave him, but I promised Mike I wouldn't stay over.

"I know, but just one more time?" he pleaded.

I looked down at his cock which was slowly twitching back to life.

"Ok...I guess so..." I said, smiling at him.

"This time no, restraints, no whips.  Just you and I."

I looked in his eyes and saw raw desire there.

"Yes, Alex.  Please...fuck me..."

Without a word he pulled me close to him and began to kiss me.  I eagerly accepted his tongue and began to suck it into my mouth.  Our bodies touched and I sighed as his warmth pressed against me.  I reached down and stroked his cock to full hardness as his hands explored my body as if it was the first time.  I parted my legs for him and his fingers found my wet center and began to stroke softly -  teasing my lips apart and finding my swollen clit.

I broke the kiss and moaned and squirmed in his arms as he played with my pussy.  I was instantly wet as he teased and probed.

"Diana...I want to take your beautiful ass," he breathed in my ear.  "May I?"

"Of course.  I would love that very much."

"Mmmmm...then get up on your knees."

I pulled away from him and got on my knees and elbows.  My face pressed down on the pillow as I presented my ass to him.  Alex knelt behind me and slowly pushed his cock in my wet pussy for a few strokes to get it nice and lubed.  I groaned with each thrust wanting him to just stay there.  But he did pull out and next I felt the tip of his cock nudging against the entrance to my ass.

I relaxed the best I could as he started to push inside of me.  His was pretty big and it hurt a bit as he entered me, but he was as gentle as possible.

"Ohhhh...Diana...you're so tight..." he moaned.

I gasped as he made one final push and completely filled my ass.  He held it there for a bit before pulling it out and pushing it back in.  I shut my eyes and slowly reached up to find my clit throbbing.  My fingers brushed my wet lips apart and began to find my clit.

"Oh yeah, play with that clit.  I want you to cum as hard as I'm going to cum," he urged.

I rubbed my hot little nub as his cock slid in and out of my ass.  His hands gripped my hips and forced my body to impale itself on him.  I continued to rub and tweak my clit faster, matching the timing of his strokes.

His grunts got louder as he fucked my ass with reckless abandon.  My own moans increased in volume as my pussy and ass were being used.  I felt my erect nipples sliding over the silky material of the bed and it felt wonderful.  I could feel my body responding yet again as it moved towards a climax.

"Ohhhh...Alex, I'm gonna cum soon..."

"Yes, cum for me..." he groaned.

Suddenly he reached around and lifted me so I was kneeling straight up.  One hand went around to grasp my breasts and tweak my nipples.  This only brought me closer.  I rubbed my clit furiously as his cock stopped moving in his ass.  He wanted me to cum before him.  

"Ohhhh...fuck...yeahhhhh....I'm...CUMMMINNNGG!!!!"

I cried out as my pussy contracted and my sweet cum gushed over my fingers.  As soon as that happened, he pushed me down again and began to brutally take my ass.  I could feel my muscles clamping around his cock from my cumming.

"Mmmm...Diana, I'm gonna fill your sweet ass with my cum."

"Yesss...do it..."

With one final thrust, he cried out and spurted his cum in my ass.  His hands were locked firmly on my hips, fingers digging in, and he pumped his seed.   I was still writhing beneath him from my own orgasm as he clutched and groaned and came hard.

It seemed like an eternity before he pulled out with a soft plopping sound.  His seed spilt out of my ass and down my leg.  He collapsed next to me, exhausted.

I kissed him gently and gathered my things to clean up and get dressed.

When I returned, he was snoring softly and I smiled down at him.  My fingers caressed his hair as I leaned down to kiss him.  He stirred a little but didn't wake up.  I figured that was probably better as I slipped out into the night - fully satisfied.  I would never forget that night and the pleasure I had found in submitting to someone I truly respected.



Role Reversal



I sat on the porch with Leroy, watching him try to hit the dog with the watermelon seeds he was spitting. The guy is so much fun! He managed to get Rufus right between the eyes. He turned to me and grinned.

"I would have hit that damn dog if that little bastard hadn't gotten in the way," he chuckled. "Can't you get the kids to play in the street or something?"

"You know I can't let them get hurt. I'll get my assistance cut back, Leroy," I reminded him.

"I know it, LaTesha. I just hate to see some little fucker get in the way of my fun." 

Leroy and I went way back. He was probably the father of my oldest kid, Homer. I knew there was a resemblance. Leroy had moved in with me over six months ago. That made us practically married. I am 23 and have four kids, and I really think two of them might be his. 

The neighbors were beginning to wonder if I was trying to become a nun or if I was a dyke, or something. I thought back a couple days, to when I was talking with a friend.

"Shit, Girl," laughed my neighbor, LaShana, "You haven't been pregnant for a couple years. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I don't know, LaShana," I told her. "If those guys are able to get you, your momma, and her sister knocked up, it seems like I'd be pregnant by now, too."

"I'm not sure, but I think Rasheed is the most potent of the bunch," chuckled LaShana. "That damn cock of his goes way into my cunt and half way to my throat and he drops a hell of a wad when he cums. I bet two or three of these little fucks are his kids."

"He really does drive that 14 inch log," I agreed. "He is bigger around than a beer can, too. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to try something.... different?" I asked. "Something that wasn't so big that it hurt when it went in?"

"LaTesha, are you thinking about trying white penis?" LaShana gasped. "If the neighbors ever found out, you would be chased out of the neighborhood. You sure wouldn't want that, would you?"

"Of course not. It's just that I have seen some magazines and movies with white men doing black women and it gets me so wet. I imagine what it must feel like to have something that actually fits and feels good in my cunt," I mused.

"Well, my cousin found a white lover and she couldn't stop seeing him," acknowledged LaShana. "She was addicted to small white penis. It was so bad, she didn't care that he didn't call her names or make her fuck his friends. It was almost unnatural! He wouldn't even knock her up unless she married him first."

"My God!" I gasped. "What ever happened to her?"

"The dumb bitch wound up marrying the guy and moving to a fucking small mansion in Cherry Hill. No body from the hood will even talk to her any more," LaShana added.

"I wouldn't want to do anything like that, of course," I quickly stated. "I know it is wrong, but I have these thoughts."

"Well get those thoughts from your black head, Bitch," warned LaShana. "Rasheed and the others won't make you suck their cocks if you get all fucked up with some white guy."

That night in bed, after Leroy had rammed his eleven-inch pole up my cunt, we lay there and actually talked.

"Hey, Baby," he smiled. "Look what I brought home for you to look at." 

I couldn't believe it when he showed me the most recent edition of People Magazine! Just looking at it made my cunt wet.

"I know how you like to dream of some white dude slipping his little white penis into your black cunt, or pussy as they call it. I have been thinking of it, myself," admitted Leroy. "It gets me hard just imagining it."

"Leroy, you are so thoughtful!" I beamed. "Can I look at Leonardo?"

"Sure, Bitch!" laughed Leroy. "I bet his penis is small even for white folk. I'd love to see him slip his little diddlywacker in you."

"If I ever had a white boy, would you love me afterward, Leroy? I asked. "Or would you be full of rage and jealousy?"

"You dumb cunt. What the fuck difference would it make to me?" demanded Leroy. "I don't have any feelings for you. You are just a piece of ass to me. All this white boy talk has me horny, Bitch. Suck my cock."

As I slobbered over Leroy's ebony club, I imagined a white penis gently placed in my mouth. It was small and didn't gag me at all. I was brought back to Leroy when he smacked me across the head.

"Suck that cock right, you fucking slut. You know how I like it. Now pay attention and stop dreaming of white penis, or I'll strap that big ass of yours."

An hour later, Leroy shot about a quart of cum in my mouth. Try as I might, I couldn't swallow it fast enough. He slipped from my mouth and splashed another dozen ropes across my face and my big, jiggly tits. As I cleaned my face, I wondered if it was true that white boys could cum within a few minutes and that woman's jaw didn't even get sore sucking their little penises. I was getting to the point where I was obsessed with white boys!

"Leroy, do you know any white boys?" I asked. "I just want to meet one and talk to him, just to see if they are the way everyone says they are."

"You fucking whore," laughed Leroy. "I bet that is what you want. You are in luck, though. My probation officer is white. Maybe he will go easy on me if you offer him some of that big, fat booty!" 

"Would you be willing to introduce me to him, Leroy?" I pleaded. 

"I guess so, Cunt," he relented. "Get your ass over here. I'm hard again and I want to bury my black snake in your ass."

As Leroy pounded into my ass, I thought about the women who had said that the only way you can feel a white boy is if he takes your ass. I wondered if that was true.

Leroy was supposed to report to his probation officer in two days. He agreed to take me with him to meet this white mystery boy.

"Hey, Ronald," greeted Leroy. "How's it going? This big bootied bitch is LaTesha. You're welcome to the cunt."

I knew that Leroy's introduction had gotten Ronald's interest. He looked over my big ass and tits and I know he admired the way my belly and hips oozed out around my skirt, where my top failed to meet it. I love to wear those midriff baring outfits that lets a girl show some skin!

Ronald took my hand and shook it. I almost melted right there. He carried on a conversation with me as he went over Leroy's rap sheet. It took some time, so we got to know each other pretty well.

Ronald began calling me and just talking a few times a week. He was interested in my thoughts and ideas on world peace and Snoop Dawg. Finally he asked me out!

He took me to a nice Red Lobster and it was great, although they didn't have any fried chicken. I did get a double order of ribs. When he took me home, Ronald shook my hand. Leroy was watching through a bullet hole in the wall, and when I got inside he was extremely horny.

"That was hot, Bitch!" he groaned as he cranked his 11-inch sausage. "Get over here and suck me off so I can fuck you properly, Cunt.

Once again I worked on his love stick for almost an hour. My mouth was getting really sore when he exploded all over my face, tits and hair.

"Now we got the quick one out of the way, you black whore. Climb on my cock and ride it," he commanded. It was another hour and a half before he filled my sore cunt with his juices.

This went on for a few months. Ronald would take me out to diner and Leroy would fuck the living shit out of me when I got home. Sometimes Rasheed and some of the other men would be watching Ronald shake my hand goodnight. When I got through the door, they would gang bang me for hours. They were all turned on to see a white boy court me.

Then it happened. Ronald kissed me goodnight! It was so romantic. I had three cocks in me before he was out of sight. Since Leroy's was the smallest, he always took my ass. One thing I have to admit, the guys were really treating me well.

After a few months of a kiss at the door, Ronald actually felt my tits. My nipples are about the size of teacups. He thought he had my whole tit in his hand when it was just a nipple. It was so cute to see his face light up when he saw my nipple was that big. He was quite excited and tried to suck it, but he couldn't fit it in his mouth. He just licked around it for a few minutes as he cupped it in his hands. This was all in the living room with 4 horny brothers watching the action through the bullet holes in the bedroom wall, unknown to Ronald. Once again, I was fucked every which way after he left.

On our next date, Ronald took me to his apartment. He cooked a nice meal and served it on Chinese Dishes. He even had watermelon as a special surprise for me! 

"LaTesha, may I feel your breasts again?" he asked.

"My what?" I asked back.

"These things here," he laughed as he caressed my tits.

"My tits, Ronald? Is that what you want to feel?" I questioned.

"I want you to call them breasts from now on," he answered. "It really turns me on."

I just took my top off and smiled. I held my black globes up and Ronald smiled.

"Please fondle my breasts, Ronald," I suggested. 

He was very excited. One thing led to another and soon we were both naked. I think Ronald's cock was hard, though it was difficult to be certain. It was the size and length of Leroy's pinky.

"LaTesha," groaned Ronald. "I want to make love to your vagina."

"You want what?" I asked. 

What was he saying? Then he began gently lapping at my cunt. I understood what he wanted then. I pulled his head into my twat and savored his attention. Soon he was making garbled noises and I realized his head was actually stuck in my cunt! I had pulled him a little too hard. I popped him out, almost like a cunt fart, and apologized.

"Sorry, Ronald. I guess I got carried away. You made my vagina feel so nice," I smiled.

He was so sweet. He wiped his head off and came back to me. His little thingy was bouncing up and down as he approached.

"LaTesha, I want you to request my penis be inserted into your vagina," he meekly told me.

"You want what, Ronald?" I asked. "Do you mean you want me to beg for your cock?"

"It excites me when you use the word penis and vagina, Darling," he whispered.

"Okay, Ronald. Would you be so kind as to insert your penis into my vagina?" I sweetly pleaded. "Go ahead, Ronald. Insert it."

"I have inserted it, LaTesha. Are you enjoying it?" he asked between kisses.

This was finally happening to me! I was being fucked and not feeling like I was going to be split in half! It was wonderful. I couldn't feel it, so much as I could feel him moving on me and knew he had to be hitting something inside there. Then his penis made direct contact with my clit. Maybe because they were almost identical in size, it was incredible. In a matter of a few seconds, I had my first orgasm! For the first time in my life, I wasn't numb with some foot long shoved up my cunt during sex. 

About the time I had my orgasm, Ronald climbed off me and smiled. "That was very nice, LaTesha," he bowed. "I should be able for more intercourse by tomorrow night."

That was it! I didn't have to suck him till I ached, swallow a quart of shit, get all greased up with sperm and have my ass stuffed like a fucking turkey! I hugged Ronald and thanked him for an incredible evening.

"I don't think we should do this again," he told me, as I got dressed. I was crestfallen.

"You didn't like it, Ronald?" I asked.

"I just feel we should be married before we make a habit of this," he grinned as he dropped to a knee and offered me a ring with a stone about the size of a goddamn football. "Will you marry me?"

I picked him up and hugged him to me. I realized he wasn't breathing and put him back on his feet.

"Ronald, I would love to be your wife," I gushed.

We talked into the small hours and then he took me home. Leroy and Rasheed were asleep when I got in, but our neighbor, Amos, saw me come home and came in after Ronald left. He had me suck his 13-inch pole while he hollered for the others to wake up and fuck my ass. That was just what they did. I didn't orgasm for them, but they didn't care. I smiled around Leroy's cock as I thought how it was my last night in the hood. I would be out and moved in with Ronald before the kids even woke up. Leroy could worry about the little shits. I was addicted. I was truly a lady for white penis and I no longer cared who knew it!



Role Reversal



Since I copulated the first time, I have wondered what the woman felt as I drilled my penis into her vagina. About ten years ago, I engaged in a short assignation with Luanne K. Early in our relationship, Luanne commented that she often wondered what a man felt when he put his penis inside a woman.

By a fluke of nature, we were both able to satisfy our curiosity. Luanne was blessed, or cursed, with an unusually long clitoris. It was just shy of two inches long when fully erect. It was also, thankfully, barely a quarter inch in diameter. Moreover, Luanne, via years of self-gratification, had so loosened the hood of her clitoris that she could retract it all the way down to the base of the shaft. When she had an erection, it looked as though she had a miniature penis – one without a meatus (pee hole) at its tip.

I spent a most of my military career in the medics and had often had to put indwelling catheters in patients prior to taking them to surgery so that all of the intravenous fluids they received during a long operation could be safely drained into a collection bag. The diameter of Luanne's erect clitoris was about that of the 22 French, Folley catheters I had put in perhaps a hundred men. As she and I talked about our long standing desire to know what a member of the opposite gender feels during intercourse, I said to her, "I've just had a wild idea."

"What?"

"Darling, we both share the same fantasy, or desire. We both wonder what our sex partner is feeling while we fuck."

"Okay, but what's your wild idea?"

"Luanne, your clitoris is just the right size to slip into my urethra. You can put it in my penis and feel what a man feels when he's in a woman."

"Are you crazy?"

"I may be, and I have no idea whether the inside of my penis will give me the same sensations you have in your vagina during intercourse, but I want to find out."

All of this time, Luanne and I were nude and lying together on a deep pile rug in front of the fireplace kissing, fondling one another's genitals, lazily progressing toward that moment when we would join our bodies at the hips and seek mutual bliss.

We played tongue tag. I kissed her all over her body, and she too gave me 'around the world' kisses. We sucked and licked one another's genitals. My penis stood stiff and firm. A slick sheen of fluid wet her vulva so much that some even flowed across her thigh. Her erect clitoris protruded over an inch past the edge of her labia major. We were hot and ready.

"Eukan, are you really serious about this?" She asked.

"Yes."

"But, isn't my clit too big around to stick in you?"

"No," I said, and then told her about catheterizing men with catheters that were even bigger around than her clitoris.

She still seemed doubtful, but was by then so aroused and so in need of an orgasm that she said, "Okay, you've convinced me. Let's try this crazy idea of yours."

I lay on my back, took my penis in my hand and bent it down to point toward my feet at about a thirty degree angle to my body. Pre-come flowed copiously from its meatus. Luanne straddled my thighs and moved into position. She brought the tip of her clitoris to the tip of my penis and stuck it into the pearling pre-come. She smeared that slippery fluid over the entire length of her clit, just as I had on another occasion, smeared her vaginal fluids on my penis before entering her.

When her clitoris was coated with my pre-come, she moved its tip back to my opening and pressed it. Because my penis was fully erect, the urethra was somewhat constricted and she had to press hard to get her clitoris inside. Initially it hurt. I almost told her to stop, but I knew that while my patients complained about the pain catheterization caused them just as the tip of the catheter entered the meatus, they said it really didn't hurt after it was past there and was well into the urethra. I gritted my teeth and let Luanne put her entire length into me.

Once she was all the way in I said, "Honey, hold still for just a moment. It hurt a little when you first stuck your clit in me, but it's easing now and we can soon continue."

A look of concern crossed Luanne's face. "Are you sure?" She asked. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm sure. You probably had some pain the first time a man entered you, didn't you?"

"Yeah. For a minute or so it hurt like hell, but then it stopped hurting and it felt wonderful having his hard cock in me."

"I'm hoping that's what I'm about to experience. The pain is already past. Start sliding in and out slowly."

Wonder filled Luanne's eyes as she slowly slid her clit almost all the way out of my penis and then slid it back in. It must have felt good to her; the smile she gave me was one of pure bliss.

I also began to feel a pleasant sensation in my penis. I cannot describe it; I have nothing else with which to compare it, but as it grew, I knew I liked it. The flow of my pre-come increased, and my urethra seemed to dilate making the reaming of my penis by Luanne's clitoris not just comfortable, but delightful. I began moving my pelvis to meet her invading clit on its inward stroke.

Luanne's clitoris seemed to swell inside my penis. It also seemed to pulse. When this happened, Luanne gritted her teeth, grimaced and began to keen. I've heard many women vocalize during an orgasm. None made the deep, guttural noises that came from Luanne as she had that orgasm.

Watching and feeling Luanne climax triggered my orgasm. Her clitoris inside my penis failed to occlude my urethra enough to force my semen backward into my bladder. Instead, it burst out around the shaft of her clitoris and splashed against her widely splayed labia and her mons.

I cannot describe that orgasm. I have never had another one like it.

I still do not know that I felt what a woman feels when she has a man's penis inside her vagina, but I know that I enjoyed it.

Luanne seemed shaken and subdued when she pulled her clitoris from my penis. A few minutes later she told me her orgasm had been wonderful, but totally unlike any orgasm she had ever had before. She also told me that she was embarrassed and ashamed, that she felt that what we had done was un-natural and perverted.

I tried to comfort her, but she was in such a deep funk that nothing I said consoled her. She dressed and left. I've not seen her since that night. I tried calling her, but Trish, her roommate said that Luanne had left and that she didn't know where she had gone.

I feel sorry for Luanne.

I often think about her, and about the role reversal we engaged in that night. I've never found another woman endowed with a clitoris like Luanne's so I've never re-experienced that kind of intercourse. Sometimes I think I would like to do it again, but then I think about the way Luanne panicked afterward, and the emotional hurt she had. I would not want to hurt another woman in that manner.

Luanne, wherever you are; I wish you the best.

Eukan Jacquekov



Role Reversal



I am Sean and Kasey is my slave, but not long ago the tables were turned. I lost a bet with Kasey and I had to submit to her wishes for 24 hours. I received my simple instructions via e-mail. I was ordered to shower well, dress in a blue working singlet and shorts, perform 2 hours of manual labour and then knock on my own dungeon door and wait to be let in. The first part of the instructions may seem to be a bit bizarre, but not nearly as bizarre as what was to follow. I knew exactly why Kasey had given me these particular instructions. 

I have a shower in my dungeon and an entertainment area adjoining it, so it wasn't difficult to comply with my mistress for a day. I showered, dressed and busied myself with some renovations in the entertainment area, I had been planning for some time. I didn't re-enter the dungeon and at the appointed time, made my way around the front and knocked. I was confident that I could easily handle anything that Kasey may dish out or demand of me. 

She didn't make me wait like I do to her, she called me in straight away and I immediately got my first surprise. Standing there were Kasey and her two good friends Trudy and Gabby. A number of things went through my head, but I can't remember in what order. I remember thinking that as far as I knew Trudy and Gabby weren't into Bondage and Discipline, for that matter I thought of them as very straight and inhibited. I also remember taking in the fact that all three were dressed very similarly, but in different colours and that all three had there breasts completely exposed to me. 

Each woman had very different tits. Kasey's full and fleshy, swinging and bouncing with every little movement and tipped with semi stiff, pink nipples. Gabby's in contrast were much smaller and firmer, with equally small, but very hard brown nipples. Trudy's tits were somewhere in between in size, a little floppy and the nipple not appearing to be excited at all and the areola, extremely large, covering almost half the area of each breast.

They all wore black corsets, Kasey's trimmed in red, Trudy's in purple and Gabby's in cream. They also wore black micro mini skirts which showed off their garters and stocking tops to perfection. They all wore sheer black stockings and strappy shoes with stiletto heels. It was obvious to me that all three had been drinking a fair bit of alcohol and that I must have looked totally gobsmacked because I could hear Trudy and Gabby giggling, but the smile on Kasey's face was malicious. 

She almost snarled as she said "Welcome to my den slave boy, follow us." I didn't have to follow far until the women sat down on three chairs, beside each of which was a table with bottles of each woman's favourite pre-mixed drink. Kasey sat to my left, Trudy in the middle and Gabby to my right. As they sat, my eyes found it difficult to decide which skirt to watch as they rode up these sexily clad woman's legs. I didn't need to worry, because each skirt stopped just short of the pussies I was desperate to gaze upon. 

Gabby leaned over to Kasey and giggled "Will he really do anything we tell him to?" 

Kasey answered "I told you he would and he will. Watch this." She turned to me and commanded "You're going to perform a striptease for us, boy and I don't want any pissy, half-arsed effort. I want you to imagine you are a professional, but working a private party. You know that you'll pay dearly if you don't please me and my friends." 

My mind was reeling. I felt like a bit of a goose, not having a stripper's body and not having an ounce of rhythm. I also thought about what Gabby and Trudy might say afterwards, considering I see them outside this arena, but I knew I had to put everything into it.

Kasey picked up a remote control, pressed a button and You Shook Me All Night Long came pounding from the speakers around the room. I started slowly, rotating my hips and then my upper body. I was encouraged by the way the woman stopped engaging with each other and watched my every move. Surprisingly, they weren't laughing, rather they had a look of anticipation on their faces. 

As I moved around the room to the beat of the music, I stayed just out of their reach as they tried to grab me. The egged me on further. I'd always found the sight of women doing that type of thing particularly horn inspiring (rather than the usual comments about how pathetic they looked, trying to get a hold of male stripper's bodies). 

As I made pass close to them, I ripped off my blue singlet (which was dripping in perspiration from my dancing efforts and earlier labours) and threw it at Kasey, who grabbed it eagerly and held it to her face, smelling the testosterone now infused in it. That was reason for her unusual request for me to do manual work. She has a fetish for the smell of male perspiration, fresh perspiration, not stale sweat. 

When I exposed my chest, stomach and back, all three women actually cheered and hooted. This made me feel more at ease and less inhibited and as such, the gyrating of my hips increased. 

As the song ended and Freeze Frame began, I knew I needed to add something extra, otherwise I wouldn't please my mistress. I stood in front of Gabby, pushing my hips back and forth and the leaned forward, offering her my right nipple. She leaned forward and eagerly licked it, making it stiffen almost painfully. 

Without being invited, Trudy also leaned forward and took my left nipple into her mouth, sucking it hard and licking it at the same time. Both women reached for my crotch at the same time and I slapped their hands away and pulled back from them, admonishing them "Tut, tut ladies, you are only allowed to touch what is exposed." They both laughed, getting into the spirit of the tease. 

I moved over to Kasey and straddled her legs, gently sitting on her lap facing her. I took her big tits in my hands and moved them so that each her nipples ever so lightly grazed mine. My nipples went to an unprecedented level of hardness and I felt Kasey's nipples harden against them. I moved her nipples in circular motions over mine and her head went back as she closed her eyes and moaned. I kept this up for a short while until I felt her legs begin to open and then jumped off her and continued the striptease. 

I began to bump and grind and noticed that Gabby's eyes never left the growing bulge in my shorts, Trudy's legs parted, quite deliberately showing me her shaved pussy and Kasey did the same, but was also quite openly twiddling her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. I moved toward Gabby and pointed to the button of my shorts and she keenly undid it. I moved on to Trudy and pointed the tag on my zipper. She leaned forward and kissed my bulge and then pulled the zipper down. 

I stood with my back to Kasey and grabbed her hands by the wrists, pushing her thumbs into the belt hoops either side of my shorts. She immediately pulled my shorts down, exposing my cheeks (due to the g-string she had made me wear) and leaned forward and bit my right cheek hard enough to almost draw blood. 

I laughed and drew away as Freeway of Love came over the speakers. I gyrated, moving around in front of them, my butt almost totally exposed and my cock fully stiff, pushing the small amount of material away from my waist. I turned to see that all three women had their legs spread, their skirts up to their waists and were masturbating fervently, each with a different style. 

Kasey was moving her middle finger of her right hand up and down her increasingly wet slit, from her puckered brown hole to her clit and back again. Her touch was very light, no more than a whisper. Gabby held her lips open with the index and middle fingers of her left hand while the middle finger of her right finger frantically rubbed her clit. Trudy had two fingers inside her clearly wet cunt and was finger fucking herself like there was no tomorrow.

I must say that I extremely turned on by the fact that these women were moved to masturbate while watching me strip. I got even bolder and stood in front of Gabby, bending over and pulling the g-string down, exposing my shaved balls. She leaned forward and took them in the palm of her hand. 

"Fucking hell, they're almost the size of eggs" she exclaimed as she weighed them in her hands, "and it feels like he's got a big load in there." 

I moved over to Trudy and repeated the move, but this time, pulling my cheeks apart. Trudy commented "Very nice" in a surprisingly calm voice, considering the pounding she'd been giving her cunt. She took her wet fingers from her hole and smeared her juices up and down my arse crack, paying particular attention to my puckered hole. 

I then moved onto Kasey, who moved forward and took my balls in her palm in the same way that Trudy had. She then surprised the hell out of me by moving her head forward and licking Trudy's juices from along my crack, also paying particular attention to my now spasming arsehole. I had to move or I might lose my load there and then.

It was now time to go the Full Monty and as I made a fucking motion with my hips, I turned and removed the g-string, before turning face on to these three horny women. I just stood there, just out of their reach, my balls hanging and full of semen and my cock standing straight and proud. 

The lighting emphasized the throbbing veins of my shaft and the blood red head. All three women just stared at it and clapped. I was taken aback by that, because I am in no way overly well endowed.

Kasey used the remote control to turn the music off and in a stern voice said "Now boy, it's time to show the girls your diamond." 

The other two women looked a bit nonplussed, but I knew exactly what Kasey was referring to. I took the shaft of my cock in my hand and slowly moved the skin back and forth, pushing the foreskin over the lip of my helmet until it nearly disappeared completely and then pulling it back until it stretched tight. 

It didn't take long for my "diamond" to appear, a crystal clear drop of fluid emerged from the eye of my knob, glinting in the light. It was the very first drop of issue that is often missed, so clear because it contains no sperm, no semen, just clear salty fluid. "Now come here and give your diamond to your mistress."

Holding my cock at the base, keeping the skin pulled fully back, I moved towards Kasey and stood in front of her. She moved her mouth towards me and then stuck out her tongue, licking from the base of my helmet and upwards, so that just as she reached the tip, the drop fell onto her tongue. 

You could cut the air with a knife, the tension was so great. All attention was focused on that clear drop of fluid and Kasey's tongue. She licked upwards so that, quite deliberately, a strand of liquid joined her tongue and my cock and then took the head completely in her mouth, sucking hard and making me flinch.

The moan that escaped Kasey's lips as she removed her mouth from my cock was the only sound that could be heard in the dungeon. 

The spell was broken by Trudy's croaking voice claiming, "I want some" followed by Gabby's "Me too." 

Kasey gave them a wicked smile and said "There's only ever one diamond, girls. But I'm sure the boy can provide you with a pearl or two." 

By this Kasey meant the following drops of precum fluid would have a pearly appearance as the semen joined it.

I moved so that my rock hard tool was inches from Gabby's face. My hand moved to wards it, but Gabby stopped me, "No, let me coax it out." She took me in her hand and started to wank me quickly. 

I stopped her and said, "No, do it slowly, otherwise it will just pour out." She nodded her understanding and moved my foreskin up and down slowly, just the way I had done. Soon a pearly drop of juice appeared and she took me in her and greedily licked at the opening at the end of my knob. 

Trudy repeated the process, but instead of just taking my helmet, she kept going until her lips were kissing the base and my head was at the back of her throat. "Take it easy, we don't want him to shoot yet" Kasey admonished her. 

Trudy pulled back with a lusty look on her face and gasped "No we don't, I want his cock in me right now." 

I took a step back and Kasey replied "You'll get what I let him give you, bitch. Besides, I told you that puny thing isn't his best asset. Show the ladies your tongue, boy." 

I was a little embarrassed and a lot turned on by being spoken about this way and I slowly revealed the length and breadth of my tongue, which is pretty impressive, if I do say so myself. 

Gabby blushed bright red and Trudy growled, wide-eyed "I'll have some of that, thank you very m..." 

Kasey interrupted with "Not until I'm finished with it" as she draped her knees over the arm of her chair, revealing her juicy pussy to me, the lips slowly peeling apart and then pulling them apart with her fingers showing me her hardening clit.

She commanded me to "Get on your knees, boy and lick me dry." 

I had always thought that was an impossibility, after all the more you lick a pussy, the wetter it gets, but I wasn't in a position to argue so I knelt before my mistress. 

I allowed the tip of my tongue just barely touch Kasey's rosebud and licked just as gently along her slit until I removed it just short of reaching her clit. I could clearly hear Kasey sigh, but she didn't complain because she loved to be teased first. She then moaned, "Lick them" and I thought 'What the????' and looked up to see Trudy and Gabby on either side of her bending down to take a nipple each in their mouths.

My cock twitched and I thought if this was what it was like to be Kasey's slave, I might have to reverse our roles permanently. I then placed the tip of my tongue on her rosebud again and laid the flat of it along her slit, before licking up it, again stopping short of her clit. 

I could hear the sound of the girls licking and sucking on Kasey's tits and thought this was a good time to dive in. Kasey's cunt was already wide open and I extended my tongue to its fullest, stiffened it and plunged it into the tight, hot wet hole.

Kasey's cunt instinctively pushed against my tongue, tightening around it, but my tongue held firm. When the moist walls relaxed, I wriggled my tongue around opening her pussy and savouring the taste of her juices. 

Kasey's cream poured into my mouth as she groaned loudly "Fuck me with your tongue, boy" and she arched her back and pushed her cunt into my face. I pushed back and started moving my tongue in and out in a fucking motion, increasing the speed as Kasey increased her moans.

Trudy moved her hand down to rub Kasey's clit, but I pushed it away. I wanted Kasey to beg for my tongue on it. As I fucked her with my long tongue I placed the middle finger of my right hand on her tight brown hole, not exerting any pressure, just tickling it gently. 

Kasey's anus started to twitch, almost inviting me to push, but I carried on tickling. I slowly withdrew my tongue and licked her perineum, immediately above my finger and then licked along her gash, flattening my tongue and wiping it over her clit, flicking it with the tip. I used the end of my tongue in a butterfly fashion over her nub and I could tell she would soon explode. 

I placed my right index finger at the entrance of Kasey's vagina and when I felt her getting close to peaking, I push my hand forward so that my fingers penetrated both of her holes. 

Kasey's hips pushed forward and she let out a guttural groan "Oooooh fuuuuuck" she screamed as I closed my lips over her clit and sucked while I licked. 

This brought Kasey to a crashing climax. First I felt her pussy walls tighten on my finger and next her arsehole clenched and then started spasming on my middle finer. This was followed by her cunt doing the same and her girl spunk started to flow into my palm. She bucked and pushed, whimpered and moaned as her climax peaked. 

She pulled herself away and her clit popped out my mouth and my fingers slid out of her holes. As she looked down on me with glazed eyes, I licked her juices from my hand and whispered "Thank you mistress."

Gabby, who had been fairly reserved up until now yelled, "Fuck me with your tongue now, you fucking worm." 

Kasey, who recovered her senses quickly, stopped her by declaring "You'll get it eventually Gabby, but for now, it's time to truss him up. Stand over by the 'examination table' boy." 

The examination table is something that I had made especially for me. It can be adjusted to lengthen or shorten, to be widened or narrowed and to be heightened and lowered. I had been fully expecting to be tied up, but not in the way Kasey planned. 

I stood by the table, my cock now thicker with blood than usual and throbbing madly. Precum was now literally pouring out of it and I knew it wouldn't take much for me to cum. 

Kasey knew this too and that was the reason for her next move. Trudy brought the nooses down from the ceiling and looped them over my hands, behind my back before tightening them and ensuring I could not use them. 

Kasey then ordered Gabby, "Get me the cock rings." 'An interesting turn of events, but probably a good idea considering my current state' I thought, but then wondered why she had used the plural. 

Kasey then took the first one, stretched it and slid it over the head of my cock and down the shaft. When she reached the base, she stretched the bottom part and pushed my swollen balls through it, one at a time. 

She then took the second ring and slid it down my cock, not stretching it as much as the first so that it pulled my foreskin down tight and painfully. When it reached the base of my cock, she released it so that it smacked against my shaft. The top part rested against the first ring and the bottom part trapped my balls between it and the first ring.

"This way, boy, you'll stay hard and won't be able to release your spunk even if you orgasm." I thought this was a very clever idea and accepted it, not that I had any choice! Being trussed like this was painful but also very horny. 

The combination of the pain and the situation made my prick jerk, which didn't go unnoticed by Trudy, who I suspected was the nastiest of the three women. "Look at that. The dirty fucker loves it." 

Kasey smiled and remarked "I'm sure he does, but I wonder if he will enjoy the other surprises we have for him."



Role Reversal



[This is a story about a social experiment. Included are lots of oral sex, coitus, anal and an exchange of partners. If any of that bothers you, please don't read the story. If you demand that men stay in their "traditional" roles as men... don't read this story. It may upset you. However, if the spirit of adventure and experimentation attracts you, read on. I will be interested in your comments. Please vote and please either post comments or email them to me. Thanks.] 

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"Are you serious?"

The man nodded. He was serious. He knew my circumstances and knew I would have a really tough time turning him down. I thought about the contract. One year with no contact with family, friends, anyone I knew. One year in a relationship that I needed to make work, no matter what it took. We would be isolated and given hard work to do as well as having an intimate relationship. The man said it was an experiment in role reversal. She would be the dominant partner. For a year, I would be her wife, to use a traditional label. The sexual part of the relationship was, like in most relationships, part of the negotiated relationship with the understanding that I would be the wife, not the dominant partner. At the end I would be paid a minimum of one hundred thousand dollars. If we were evaluated as quite successful I would be paid two hundred thousand. Since yesterday I had signed everything I owned away in a court case, I didn't have a job, money or hope of either, it made the decision pretty easy. The paper was on the table between us. One signature and I was in.

I signed.

The man picked up the paper and smiled. "Follow me. You begin now."

I followed him through a door, down a long hallway and out another door into the sunshine. We were on a dock. Farther down the dock a large white boat was docked. I followed him to the boat and climbed the ramp when he pointed to it.

I was on the biggest adventure of my life and I had no idea how it might turn out. The man walked back down the dock and was gone. As I stepped aboard I was met by a man dressed in blue. He welcomed me, took me below and showed me to a locker room.

"Take off everything and put it in that hamper. Shower, shave and shampoo. There are lockers with clothes over there." He pointed. "Get dressed and wait here. I'll be back for you in fifteen minutes."

By the time I was in the shower I realized I needed to get used to following orders. I would probably be doing a lot of it. All the clothes I found were in lockers with size labels on them. I found my sizes and put them on. White everything. 

The man came back as I finished. I followed him back up on deck and to an area with tables and chairs set up. There were nine other men seated, waiting.

As soon as I sat down the horn sounded. It was so loud we all put our hands over our ears. When it ended I noticed we were moving. We watched as we slid quietly from the harbor into the open ocean. As the land receded from us our attention was refocused by the sound of someone calling for our attention.

He stood at a lectern, dressed in blue. He was about sixty and healthy looking. Clean shaven, hair short and salted, he appeared to be in good shape.

"Welcome aboard. For the next two days you will be given training in your new lives. For the week after that you will be on a small island where you will meet the women of the project. There are ten of you. There are six of them. If you do not have a mate at eight o'clock on the final evening your participation in the project will end. You will be taken back to New Orleans and given five hundred dollars for your time."

One man stood and said, "That's not what I agreed to."

"Did you read the document you signed?"

"Yes."

"In paragraph six it says that at our discretion we can terminate your participation anytime within the first month by returning you to New Orleans and giving you five hundred dollars. Would you like to see a copy of the document you signed?"

"No. I believe you. I just didn't read that part."

"Most didn't. Some of you signed up simply because you heard about the money at the end. Some of you signed up because your life circumstances were so shitty you thought this looked like something that you could do for a year. At least one of you signed up because you figured you would get some free sex for a year. There is a possibility that you will have sex this year and the possibility is strong that it won't be like sex you used to have. The rules have changed, gentlemen. My job is to begin your training. How many of you can cook?"

Seven men raised their hands. A cart was rolled out of the main cabin stacked with notebooks and pencils.

"Come get a notebook and three pencils. When you sit back down I want you to plan a menu for breakfast, lunch and dinner for seven days for two people. When you have the menu planned bring it to me."

A hand went up. "Can we ask questions?"

"Yes. Certainly."

"Who is going to prepare this menu? I can't cook."

"How old are you?"

"Thirty-eight."

"For thirty-eight years the women of planet Earth have taken care of you. Fed you every meal for all those years. We believe you can learn how to take care of yourself and for the woman in your life. You will plan a menu that will appeal to a woman and that you will learn how to prepare. I will be back in half an hour. Have your menus ready."

He walked inside the cabin and I watched him go. The man who had asked the question sat still. I opened my notebook and started writing. 'Day one: Breakfast.' I thought about the things I like for breakfast; sausage, pancakes, eggs, cheese. Then his words hit me: "plan a menu that will appeal to a woman." Most women don't eat like men.

Day one; Breakfast  Granola and yogurt, coffee with cream and sugar. Lunch  Salad with grilled chicken and iced tea. Dinner  baked ziti, bread and red wine

By the time I had written a menu for two days I realized just how different women eat than men do. I started questioning the food choices I had been making and why. I realized that every woman I had ever been involved with knew more about what I liked than I knew about what she liked. I was thinking hard about things women I knew had ordered in restaurants over the years.

I used all the thirty minutes writing and finished dinner, day seven as the man in blue came back on deck. He sat at a table near the lectern.

"If you have completed the menu bring it to me. If you have not, keep working."

I was second in line. The man in front of me handed the menu to the man in blue.

"Sit, please." He read the menu. He made notes on the page. When he was done he looked up at the man and asked, "Have you ever been a chef?"

"Yes. Ten years for Denny's."

"Excellent! I want you to sit at an empty table and assist the men who are still stuck. Your menu is quite good."

He gave it back and the man moved off to do as he was told. I handed mine to the man in blue. He made notes and read carefully.

"Sit, please." When he was done he said, "Have you ever been a chef?"

"No."

"Your menu is pretty good, but not chef quality. Later there will be a class for you in balancing meals. He looked me in the eyes and said, "Go back to your table and make out a shopping list for this menu. Assume the kitchen has all the tools, bowls and things you need. Your shopping list is just for food. If you have questions come back up and ask me."

The menu took one page. The shopping list took three. When I asked my first question he asked to see what I had written. He asked how much chicken I was going to buy. I had to plan for quantities!

As it started getting dark I took my shopping list back up. He looked it over and made some comments. He sent me to the galley and the man who had been with Denny's was there already. We made dinner for twenty people. There was a five by eight card on the refrigerator giving us the menu and quantities. We cooked for an hour. When it was ready we served the meal.

We had worked had for an hour and they ate it all in twelve minutes! As we served we heard the man in blue say that when dinner was over there would be an hour of free time. When the men finished eating they started wandering off. I stood and said, "Dinner is over when the dishes are done and the kitchen is clean."

They looked at me like I was nuts. Three helped, the others wandered off. None of the crew helped in any way except they brought their dishes to the kitchen. Mike and I spent the hour doing dishes and cleaning the kitchen. The three who helped us complained the whole time.

We went back on deck and sat to rest. Fifteen minutes later we heard the man in blue's voice calling us into the main cabin.

"How many of you have lived alone for a period of time of at least a year?"

All of us raised our hands. "Then I may assume you know how to keep a home clean?"

A few of the men looked down or away. "Are you slobs?"

"Maybe". One of the men who skipped out on KP said.

In the morning, you two men are making breakfast." He pointed to two who had skipped out on KP. "And, (pointing to the other two who had skipped out) you two will make lunch. The rest of you will come in here in the morning and clean this room. Look at it now. This is how it needs to look when you are done in the morning. Cleaning supplies and equipment are behind that door."

The two days were filled with work and classes. Mr Blue told us the course was called "Everything your Mother forgot to teach you." On the morning of day three we woke up with the boat tied to the dock on a small island. We could see what looked like apartments and a club house. We were given a key to an apartment and told to go to our apartment and do our morning ritual. We were to meet in the club house at ten.

I had apartment six. I had nothing to take with me so a short walk from the boat and I was pushing the key into the knob at number six. I opened the door and wanted to scream. The place looked like the last people to be there had a party and left the place without cleaning up. It also looked like the party was at least a month before. In cleaning up I discovered a closet full of clothes my size, a kitchen loaded with food and a fresh bar of soap. I showered, shaved, dressed in new clothes and went to the club house. 

Mike was already there and I sat next to him. We had become friends ever since our first evening in the galley.

"How was your room, Mike?"

"Like a college dorm on a long weekend. Some of the crud was old. Everything was dirty."

"Mine too. I did find some new clothes."

"Yeah. I wonder how Alan and Jake are doing?" Alan and Jake were the two who most resisted the program. The answer to our question walked through the door together, still wearing the whites from the boat.

Mr Blue walked to the front of the room and had us all sit together on one side of the room. Before he spoke Jake raised his hand and asked, "Are we expected to clean up the mess somebody else made in these rooms?"

"Jake, have you ever heard the saying that you only get one chance to make a first impression?"

"Yeah."

"The women you are to attract and be with for the next year are touring the rooms right now. They saw them last night and now they see what you did with no instructions from us. You were given the instruction to do your morning ritual and I see that you and Alan are still in whites from the boat. Everyone else is in new clothes."

"I didn't know there was gonna be an inspection!" Jake said.

Mike and I looked at each other and smiled. Alan and Jake hadn't seen the new clothes. Alan and Jake had looked at the mess, complained to each other and waited to be rescued.

The doors behind us opened and we all turned.

Six women walked in. Each was dressed in jeans, loose t-shirts and sandals. With them was a woman dressed in blue. Each woman carried a stack of cards in her hand. As they walked forward Mr Blue said, "Gentlemen, do not speak. Make sure the key to your room is in your pocket. Please stand up. The women are going to look you over and each will put a card in your shirt pocket. Do not look at the cards. Just stand still."

I stood. Mike was on the end of the row, then me, Pete, Miguel, Hassan, Harvey, Alan, Jake, Chris, Carl and Lee. The first woman walked up to Mike and looked him over. While she looked him over I looked at her. She was about my age, natural blond, very little make-up, about 5'8" and about 160. Not skinny, not fat, about right for a healthy woman. She reached up and ran her hand over his cheek. She searched through the cards and put one in his pocket. She sidestepped to me and repeated the process. When her hand touched my cheek she smelled good. She moved on to Pete and I looked into the eyes of the next woman. Taller than the first by inches, brown hair down to her shoulders, brown eyes, and a slender build. She brushed against my cheek too. I liked the way her eyes sparkled, like she knew a secret and it was funny.

One at a time they came and deposited a card in our pockets. They were tall and short, slender and chunky, some had long hair and one had almost none. I've always liked looking at breasts and although I don't have a size preference I do love them all. Three of the women obviously weren't wearing bras.

When the last woman had given her last card to Lee, Mr Blue spoke again. 

"Gentlemen, please arrange the twenty chairs in a circle." We did. Mr Blue put cards on ten of the chairs. Cards with numbers on them. 

"Gentlemen, sit on the card that has your apartment number on it."

I saw Mike sit on number eight. I sat on six.

"The women gave you cards based on how they think you fit the person who would be in each apartment. When you look at the cards you will see what impression you made on them. You won't know which woman gave you which card. Remember, your job is to get a mate in five days. The first and second impressions have been made. Look at your cards."

I scanned the cards. Of the six cards I had four with "8" on them and two with "6". I looked over at Mike and we smiled. I knew his room was clean too.

"Gentlemen, put your cards in the basket on the table. Next to the basket is a bowl. Pull a card from the bowl. Post the card next to your name on the board by the door. It identifies the meal you will be preparing in the next three days. If you draw lunch Monday then you need to post your card and go to the kitchen, through that door. The rest of you have two hours of free time. After lunch there will be a social event."

I drew Tuesday Lunch. I walked back to my apartment and went to the bathroom. I went exploring and walked along the beach headed south from the apartments. As I walked I wondered who had picked Monday Lunch. I hoped it wasn't Jake.

I walked back with plenty of time before lunch and saw that Lee had drawn Monday Lunch. He was a nice guy but lost in the kitchen. I went in to help. He was shredding lettuce for the salad and looked at me with fear in his eyes.

"Shred the pieces smaller. I'll cut up the other stuff." I looked at the card with the menu on it. "Where's the chicken?"

"I don't know."

I found it and because time was short I nuked it, boiled it and cut it in thin strips. We got a huge bowl and tossed everything together and made the dressing. Mr Blue walked in, saw that the big salad was ready, and walked out. A few seconds later I heard the dinner gong sound. Lee served the salad onto plates as I poured iced tea for everyone.

The women came in and sat down. Mike and I got the message and took salads to them. I took the first one to the tall, slender blond. Mike took his first to a petite brunette. I served one other woman and so did Mike. I got my salad and turned to see the slender blond beckoning to me. I sat next to her.

Mr Blue spoke. "People, listen to me, please. The rules have changed. Men are used to being the hunters and women the pursued. No more. If a man attempts to take the role of aggressor then put him in his place. In a few days some of you men will be going back to New Orleans nearly broke. The women have all the power here. Treat them with the respect they deserve and you may get to stay. I am sure as you enjoy the salad it would be good to know that Nick helped Lee prepare it. He was not asked or required to do so."

The blond leaned to me and said, "Nice move, Nick."

"Thank you."

The rest of the meal was pretty quiet. None of us were quite sure how to be in these new roles. Near the end of the meal the blond said, "I'm Ila. That was a great salad."

"I'm Nick. Thank you."

"Would you like to go for a walk?"

"Now?"

She nodded.

"I need to help clean up. Can you wait a few minutes and then we can go?"

"You helped make the salad. Why do you need to clean up?"

"Where I grew up everybody helps. I'd feel like I was a slacker if I didn't."

"Then, go ahead. If I'm here when you're done, I waited."

"I hope you do."

I gathered the plates from around me and headed for the kitchen. Lee was up to his elbows in the sink. No one else helped. When we were done I wasn't surprised to find that Ila wasn't waiting. I walked back to my apartment and sat on the balcony. At two the phone rang. I heard every phone ring. When I picked up the voice said, "Please come to the club house."

The chairs were in a circle. As each man entered they were told to sit together. When everyone was seated Mr Blue spoke.

"From now until the evening meal you are to pair off and spend time getting to know each other. Not all of you will have someone to pair with. If you are without a partner think about what that may mean. When you hear the next gong it will mean for you to come for dinner. Dinner tonight is the responsibility of Miguel. Remember men, you do not choose. You can turn her down when she asks but you cannot ask her. When you are asked you get to do what she wants to do."

Mr Blue stood and walked out.

We all sat looking at each other for a long time. I wanted to do something that would let Ila know I was interested, but I wasn't sure what to do. Finally, one of the women got up and walked over to Mike. She held out her hand and said, "May I have this dance?"

Mike smiled and stood, taking her hand. "Sure." They walked out. I watched them go. When I turned back a woman was standing in front of me.

"Would you like to go for a walk?" She said.

"Yes, thank you." I stood and walked beside her to the door. She opened it and held it for me. It felt weird but I walked through and said, "Thanks."

She led the way and the way was past the apartments and then north along the beach. I didn't speak.

The silence lasted a long time. Finally she stopped and looked at me.

"I'm not very good at this yet. My name is Lace and I'm forty. Originally I'm from Idaho. I've never been married and I have no kids. I work as a vet's assistant."

"You help take care of animals?"

"Yes. Not just dogs and cats. I work on farms."

"Wow. I'm impressed. Tell me please, what your work day is like."

"That's the best part. There's no typical day. Every day is different." She described days filled with births, injuries, illnesses and sometimes deaths. It was obvious to me that she loved her job.

"So, Lace, why did you sign up for this?"

"I know a lot about animals. I don't know anything about being in a relationship with a person."

"Given my history, I must not know anything either."

"Tell me about your history."

"Ok. I've been married twice. The first one didn't work very well and I said it was because we were both too young and stupid when we got married. The second time I stayed married for ten years. I had made up my mind that I would stay married to her forever, no matter what."

"What happened?"

"It wasn't what it was who. Her daddy didn't like me much, in the beginning. As time went on he liked me even less. He was all about money. He believed that the more money I made the happier his daughter would be. He set me up in business, his business, and I worked my ass off for ten years. In ten years I made fifty million for the business and daddy.  In the end he was right. She divorced me, took every cent I ever earned and daddy kicked me to the curb."




Role Reversal



"When was that?"

"Four days ago the divorce was final."

"I'm sorry."

"I'll miss the money. I'll miss the woman she was in the first two years. I won't miss the asshole I became or the cheating bitch she was from the beginning. I apologize for my language."

"Accepted. On farms, I've heard worse. When you're the vet's assistant people forget you're human and they say anything around you. That's another reason I signed on. I want some respect."

We walked on. As it got close to five I started thinking about getting back and helping with dinner. I had eaten Miguel's food only once and I believed he needed help.

"Nick, what are you thinking?"

"Miguel is making dinner. I think he needs help. I don't want anyone getting sick. I was thinking maybe I need to get back and help him."

"I understand." She turned back and started walking a little faster.

"Wait! I think you heard me say something I didn't say."

She stopped and looked at me.

"I don't think men speak the same language women do. I was thinking about helping Miguel. I think you heard that I don't want to spend time with you and Miguel is a good excuse to get away from you. That isn't what I'm saying."

"Speak plainly."

"I'm a self-centered toad. I like good food and I like eating. I've eaten Miguel's cooking and it isn't very good. I want to spend time with you but not if we're both throwing up. If there were a place to get some dinner out here walking, I'd like to stay out here with you all evening."

"After dinner I'm pretty sure we will be sent out again like this. I want you to walk with me. Will you?"

"Are you asking me on a date?" I smiled.

"Yes. My first date."

"I accept."

She took my hand in hers and we walked back. As we drew within sight of the club house the gong sounded.

"Either someone else helped or we may share a place to throw up soon."

Some one else helped. Both Mike and Hassan helped. Dinner was good. Mr Blue announced that we were to pair up again and that breakfast was to start at eight-thirty the next morning. There would be a work and learning session after breakfast.

During the meal I got up to get Lace a second glass of iced tea. I was joined at the serving table by the slender blond.

"I'm Julie. Would you walk with me after dinner?"

"I would love to, but I've already accepted an invitation."

"Will you have breakfast with me?"

"Yes. That would be nice."

When I sat back down Lace said, "She asked you, didn't she?"

"Yes. I told her I had already accepted your invitation. She asked me to have breakfast with her."

"Did you say yes?"

"Yes."

"If you would rather be with her tonight, I'll understand."

"I won't. I like you. We're just getting to know each other. I think I'm supposed to get to know more than one of you so you can all make good choices about who to be with for a year. Maybe one of the other guys is better for you than I am."

"You want me to be with someone else?"

"Whoa! Slow down. Our first day on the island isn't over yet. What I want is to not screw this up. One year or one month, I don't want to be stuck. I don't want you to be stuck either. If you meet the other men and want to be with me, then we can talk about it again. I'm flattered you're thinking about me as a good choice."

"Oh." We finished dinner and she waited while I helped with clean up. We walked into the interior of the island. A nearly full moon lit our way. She held my hand as we walked. At a fallen tree she had me help her stand up on it. That put her at eye level with me. She put her arms around my neck and started the slow move in towards our first kiss. It felt a little strange having her make the first move, but I accepted the kiss and resisted the urge to become dominant. Her tongue moved first and mine only responded. Her hands found my ass. She pressed herself against me. I was friendly in my responses.

She backed off. Lace looked in my eyes for a while and then said, "I don't know what to do."

"I think that depends on what you want to do."

"I know I want more, but I've never done more than what we've already done."

"Oh. You know where all this kissing and stuff leads. You're a vet. Men have erections and women have vaginas. This whole dance is about convincing each other that we want the two to come together."

"I'm convinced! Are you?" Lace's eyes were wide and her body trembled.

"What about birth control?"

"We're all on birth control implants and all of us have been tested for STD's. We're safe for bareback sex."

"You're a virgin?"

"No, not really. I was raped when I was sixteen. I don't count that as a sexual experience. It was violent and meant to hurt me. Do you want to hurt me?"

"I'm sorry you were raped. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes. And I want to do it here."

Lace took my shirt off and helped me out of my pants. She stood back and undressed quickly. She helped me onto my back and used her hands and mouth to get me harder. It was clear she knew what the goal was but the technique was new to her. When I was pretty hard I convinced her to turn and let me suck on her pussy. She was so wet that before my tongue touched her some of her sweet nectar dropped into my mouth.

Once I started eating her she went wild. She rode my face hard and came repeatedly. She panted, moaned, screamed and begged me never to stop. Her mouth engulfed my cock and sucked hard. She was new at the game but played with full enthusiasm. I wanted to cum inside her pussy.

Using my hands I lifted her up off my face and asked, "Do you want me to cum in your mouth or your pussy?"

Her response was so quick I'm not sure how she did it. She turned around and sat down on my cock, burying me in her all the way! She rocked back and forth and jumped up and down at the same time. I could see the moonlight on her breasts and I was rapidly losing control. Months of pent up emotion and built up sperm count launched up and out of me and into Lace. I bellowed like a bear! Lace rode me until I started to soften. She lay across my chest and held on. We lay still for a long time.

"Was I OK?" She asked.

"That was the best sex I've ever had. Was I OK?"

"That was the best sex I've ever had! If I'd known sex was that good I'd have had it before."

"It isn't always that good."

"Thank you." She got up, found her clothes and got dressed. I would have been happy to snuggle with her a bit longer but she seemed in a hurry for some reason. As soon as I was dressed she kissed me and took my hand. Our walk back had begun.

We stopped twice on the way back. Kissing and fondling take time when you aren't in a hurry. It was nearly midnight when we were back at the apartments. I let her go up a step and then turned her around. We kissed again.

"Wanna come to my place?" I asked.

"If I do, I'm spending the night."

"Good. I'll take you to breakfast."

We laughed and entered number six. We showered together and played with our bodies in the shower and as we dried. In bed she rode me hard again and we used pillows to soften the sounds of our climaxing. I spent long enjoyable minutes savoring the taste and feel of her breasts before we fell asleep.

The phone rang and we both jumped. I answered. "Breakfast is in half an hour. Please dress in clean clothes."

We got up and Lace went to her apartment to shower and change clothes. I showered, shaved and dressed. I even spent five minutes straightening number six.

The breakfast tables were set with names at the places. Lace was a long way from me. Julie was next to me. As I got our breakfasts I wondered what Julie's evening had been like.

When I sat next to her she leaned to me and said, "You look well fucked."

"I can think of a lot worse things to look like. Thank you. You look great this morning. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes! We did." That answered that question.

The conversation at our table was mostly the getting-to-know-you kind. The tables each held two people. Julie asked, "When you aren't volunteering for a social experiment what do you do with your life?"

"Up until a couple months ago I worked for a company my wife's father owned and made them rich. I was in sales. Now I'm divorced, broke and this sounded like a good way to start over. And you?"

"I just sold my company two weeks ago. I sold my house, my business and decided to travel. This sounded interesting, so I signed up."

"What do you really want to know about me?"

"Lots of things. Let's start with why you aren't still married."

"Daddy didn't approve of me. Daughter worked for Daddy and so did I. When I finally figured out it was all about using me to make money for them it was too late. I was being divorced and taken to the cleaners. After it was all over I found out my wife had been f... having sex with her dad all along."

"Bitter?"

"Disappointed in myself. If I had been more aware of the signs and signals I never would have married her and started working for her dad. They are who they are. I'm where I am now because of my mistakes not who they are."

"What would you like in the relationship here?"

"Honesty. Laughter and affection."

"Ok. Honesty. I'm attracted to you. Some of the others for us to choose from are slobs. Laughter. It will show up, I think. Affection. Come with me." We walked to her apartment. Inside she said, "Kiss me."

I did. Not pushy but warm and friendly. She wrapped herself around me and became the strong aggressor. I relaxed and enjoyed. I was undressed and then she undressed herself. "Lay on the bed." She said.

She climbed above me and lowered her pussy to my face. I held her hips and enjoyed her as dessert. Her juices were almost tart and tasted very good. I ate her through an orgasm and kept eating. She wanted more and she got more. I could reach her breasts and did, pinching her nipples as she got close to cumming again. She screamed when she came the second time.

She climbed off me and stood beside the bed looking at my erection.

"If you want you can handle yourself. Just don't get anything on the bedspread." She went to her clothes and redressed. My erection went down and I got dressed. We walked back to the meeting/dining area. When we got close she said, "I wanted to climb on your cock and ride hard. I didn't because they told us we could treat you guys the way we had been treated. I can't count the number of times I went home after a date with his cum leaking out of me and I hadn't cum. I'm sorry I did that to you. If I get another chance with you it will be different. You are a really nice man."

"I'm glad you said what you did. I'm also sorry the men you've known were like that. Your pussy is sweet and I enjoyed eating you. When I said affection I meant affection, not just fucking. I am a romantic. Sit beside me and watch the sun rise or set, hold my hand, kiss me for no reason. That's affection.

"I suppose you like roses too?"

"As a matter of fact, I do."

The bell sounded. We reentered the room and sat in our assigned seats. Julie walked me to my seat and when I sat she kissed my cheek and put her hand on my shoulder before she walked to her seat.

"In this basket are jobs that need to be done. We will have the women pick jobs and then pick a man to assist them. There is a time limit to complete each job. Men, if you are not chosen, think about what you can do to be chosen next time."

He put the basket on the table beside him. He drew a slip from his jacket pocket. "Diane."

Diane was on her feet and headed for the basket. She was slender, about average height, five foot five or six. Her graying hair was pulled into a pony tail.

"Draw an assignment. You may read it to yourself. Then choose your man for the task." She drew a card, read it and scanned the group. She picked Mike. He got up and she took his hand and they left.

"Aliea." The ritual was repeated. She picked Hassan.

"Ila." She picked me. I stood and walked to her. She took my hand and we walked outside. She handed me the card I read, "South on the beach is a boat house. Get the four boats outside and clean the boathouse. When the boathouse is clean, clean the four boats and return them to the boathouse. Be back in the meeting room in clean clothes by 6:30pm."

I handed the card back to Ila. "I'm curious. Did you pick me because you looked at the job and thought I could do it or because you like me?"

"I won't answer that question. I picked you. Isn't that enough?"

"Yes. I am just curious."

The man in blue caught us and told me I would not be making lunch. It would be handled by the staff and delivered to the work sites.

We walked south and found the boat house. I opened the doors and looked inside. It looked to me like it had not been used in many years. Ila walked in and looked around.

"I think we need to get the boats out first."

She turned and looked at me. I had already stripped out of my clothes. I had on shoes and nothing else.

"We're going to move the boats not fuck."

"It's a lot easier to clean my skin than my clothes. If my clothes don't get dirty I can wear them again. I'm dressed for a big dirty job. Let's do it!"

I walked to the boat closest to the doors. Ila looked at me and said, "The boats are heavy. If we open the other doors we can slide them out into the water. That will have them getting wet and easier to clean when we get to them."

"Right!" I climbed over things I didn't even know the name of and opened the back doors. It was obvious there were overhead ropes and things to help us move the boats. It wasn't long until we got the four boats outside.

We went back inside the boathouse and looked at what needed to be done. Ila saw some rags on a cabinet.

"We can wet those rags and wipe down everything in here. We can straighten things as we wipe them."

I went to the rags and tossed a couple to her and kept a couple for myself. We dipped them in the water and began wiping things off. I did some of the higher beams and Ila would rinse the rags and toss them up to me. When I got to one end of the first beam I asked if there were any more rags.

"I don't see any. Wait, maybe there are more in the cabinet." She opened the cabinet and found a hose with a high pressure nozzle. She laughed and turned on the water. The spray went almost to the ceiling! She shut it off.

"I'll pass the hose up to you. You can do the upper half of the boathouse and when you're ready I'll shut the water off and you can get down. Then we can do the lower half as a team. One moving things and one hosing them. What do you think?"

"I like it. Pass me the hose."

When I was back high in the boathouse she turned on the water and I hosed everything at one end and back to the middle. She shut off the water and I moved to the other end of the boathouse. She turned the water back on and the spray hit her from behind. She squealed and then laughed. I apologized and went back to work. I was soaked from the spray and glad I was nude. By careful movement I was able to complete washing down the upper half of the boathouse. When I was done I called out, "Ok, shut off the water!"

It went off and I dropped the hose. I didn't want to fall so I paid close attention to my climb down on the wet beams. Feet back on the deck I turned and saw Ila standing nude with the hose in her hand. I saw something in the look on her face. 

"Ready?" She asked with a big grin.

"I'm already wet."

"I mean ready to finish the job down here? You wipe this half and I'll hose then I'll wipe that side and you hose. OK?"

I nodded and as I picked up rags a man in blue stepped into the boat house. He carried an ice chest. He handed it to Ila and said, "Bring the ice chest with you to dinner." Then, he turned and left.

We went outside and found a dry place to sit and eat. Three sandwiches, three oranges and two bottles of water. I smiled. Ila was in charge. The man gave her the lunch. She gave me an orange and a sandwich then a bottle of water. She had the same.

When we were almost finished with them she said, "Let's save the other stuff for a snack later, Ok? We'll split the sandwich and the orange."

We went back into the boathouse. I picked up some rags and she turned on the water. Seconds later she shut off the water. Ila dropped the hose and walked to me. She wrapped her arms around me and said, "Watching you up there, working with me with your equipment exposed and your focus was on getting the job done. Having lunch with you and me nude was comfortable and it turned me on. I like working with you." We kissed. A wet, full body kiss. She broke it and went back to the hose. Water flowed and sprayed on and near me. I moved things and wiped things and sputtered a few times when the stream hit me in the face. We worked from the land end to the wet end of the boathouse. It was time to trade jobs when she shut off the water. 

Ila and I hugged back by the open door we had first entered. The kisses were warmer by far than I felt. The embrace ended and she stepped back a step. "Nick, your balls are gone!"

The cold water for so long had made my balls retreat and my cock was almost gone as well. I laughed and said, "Now you know what I looked like when I was about seven."

She held her breasts in her hands and said, "No matter how much water gets on these you'll never see how I looked when I was seven."

"I prefer how you look now."

"Good!"

My hands held the hose and turned on the water. We worked well together. Soon both sides of the boathouse were clean and we brought the first boat inside. Ila got in and I sprayed. I wiped down the outside of the boat and we turned it over and slid it on the storage rails. For the boats we didn't trade jobs. Ila did all the insides and I did the outsides. We muscled the boat onto the rails together.

After the forth boat was in we looked at everything to make sure we had done a good job. We were both satisfied. I closed the waterside doors and we walked out together. Ila's clothes hung next to mine a few feet from the doors. They had been in the sun for a while so Ila's were dry. We dressed. She took my hand as we walked back to the apartments. It was a few minutes after five.

We were in sight of the apartments when Ila spoke. "We have over an hour. I have a suggestion. Come to my room with me. I would like it very much if you would use your hose on my insides."

"You heard our host say we men could refuse a request if we wanted?"

"You don't want to go with me?" She looked shocked.

"I didn't say that. I was just wondering why he thought I would ever want to turn you down. This has been the most pleasant day since... since I can't remember when. Making love with you is the perfect end to a wonderful day working together."

"My insides went cold when I thought you were going to turn me down."

"Men often get that feeling in the other world when they invite a woman and she says no. It messes with our heads a lot."

"The dance between males and females is so complicated."

"The dance we did in the boathouse wasn't complicated. It was joy."

"Yes." She opened the door to her apartment and we went in. It was a lot like my room. We stripped and went to her shower. As we got in I laughed. "We spent the last four hours wet and the first thing we do when we get back is get wet again."

"Sick, aren't we?"

"No. We just love good clean fun."

I picked up the bar of soap and kissed Ila. As I kissed her I washed her. The kiss ended and she took the soap from me. We kissed again and she washed me. My cock got very clean as did my returned balls. Ila shut off the water and we toweled each other off.

I turned the bed down and waited for her to get in. She didn't. "I want on top."

I became the bottom. Part of me still wanted to be on top but Ila swallowed that part of me and the discussion was over. Her hands explored me and stroked me and mostly to herself she asked, "Do you think any other animals give each other oral sex?" 




Role Reversal



"Sure. Parrots do it to each other."

We both laughed. I shifted her on the bed and nestled my face into her pussy.

"Oh, Nick. I love how that feels."

Ila swallowed my cock and sucked hard. I sucked on her clit and licked her lips. From the time we went to her bed until six o'clock she sucked and I nibbled. Then, the phone rang.

The voice said, "Be in the dining room in clean clothes in half an hour."

As she hung up the phone she said, "I request you sleep with me tonight, unless they give us some instruction that won't let that happen."

"I accept, on the same condition. Now, I need to go put clean clothes on."

"I will meet you at the bottom of your stairs and we can walk over together."

"OK." I pulled my clothes on and walked back to my apartment. I opened the door and found a note on the floor.

It read, "If tonight's rules allow it I want you to stay with me." It was signed Carol. I didn't know which one was Carol. I had a dilemma. I liked Ila and thought she would be a good mate for the year. I didn't know Carol. Maybe she was as good or maybe even better.

In fresh clothes I was standing at the bottom of the stairs when Ila arrived. She took my hand and we kissed. We joined other couples and a few single men walking towards the meeting room. Jake looked like he knew he was headed home and he didn't understand why.

Inside the meeting room the chairs were in a circle again. The man in blue had us sit with all the men in one area and the six woman in the other area. I sat down at the end of the men's area and Ila sat next to me. We didn't hold hands.

"Ladies, I trust you are learning what you need to learn to make your choices. Some of you have enjoyed the men you have been with. You may even have thoughts of being with the same man again for a social activity. For the next two days that will not happen. We want you to experience each of the men so that the selection process is from experience not just a snapshot look. This evening, you will pair up with a new partner for a challenge. The couple that wins the challenge will each win something of value. The woman of the pair will win the right to choose first in the final pairings. The man will win money. If, in the final pairings the man who wins tonight is not chosen he will get two thousand dollars instead of the five hundred agreed upon. Any questions?"

There were no questions. The man uncovered a chart with the names of the six women across the top and a list of the men she had spent time with under her name.

"You cannot choose a man you have already spent time with." He reached into the bowl and drew out a slip. "Ila."

She stood and asked, "Can we know what the challenge is? That might help me to pick a partner."

"It will be a physical activity requiring you to cooperate."

"Ok." She looked at the men seated and picked. "Hassan."

He stood and as he stood the man in blue added his name under Ila's name.

When the man announced, "Carol." She responded, "Nick" before she even stood. I stood and went to stand behind her chair as Hassan had done when Ila had called his name.

Jake had a date! The unchosen men followed the rest of us to the challenge. It was at the boathouse. Somehow there were now six boats, six sets of oars and out about three hundred yards offshore, a buoy.

"Each pair will row out to the buoy, retrieve a flag from the buoy and row back here. The team with the fastest time wins. Teams will start at two minute intervals.  The boats are numbered and each pair will draw a number being their boat number for the challenge."

The women each drew a number and Carol and I were number three team. We were told we could only touch our boat when our number was announced. Carol asked how I thought we should do this. I asked how strong she felt. She said she was in pretty good shape. I advised that we sit side by side and each hold an oar. When we got to the buoy one of us would row and the other reach for the flag. Then we would row back together. She thought that would be a good plan.

We watched team one leave. The woman, Aliea, climbed into the boat and the man pushed it off the beach. Then he hoisted himself into the boat and started to row. She was a passenger. She faced the buoy and made voice corrections to his rowing as he rowed out. They were about sixty yards out when team two was called.

Team two did just what team one had done. As he got the boat in the water he grabbed on and then fell into the water. By the time he was in the boat he was already tired. Julie made no move to help him at all.

They were not as far out as team one had been when the man called "Team Three." Carol pushed with me and as soon as the boat was floating I pulled myself in then helped her in. We sat next to each other and I said, "I think we should row together."

"We'll go like a snake if we don't." We leaned forward and carol said "one." We pulled the oars together and moved out from shore. I discovered that Carol was in fair shape and pulled the oar well. At the end of the stroke I noticed she was holding her breath. We lifted the oars and I said, "Breathe" as we got ready for the next stroke. Every third stroke I looked over my shoulder to see if we were still on course. When I heard the man call out "Team Four" we were about a third of the way to the buoy. 

We could hear the woman in boat two berating the man in the boat. "Why did I pick you? We aren't even there and you're worn out!"

Carol looked over at me and said, "No matter how much he wants the extra money he can't go faster."

"I'd bet he tosses her over before he gets back."

We grinned and kept pulling. Soon we had passed boat two. The man in boat one had reached for the flag and the woman had moved in the boat at the same moment. He fell out of the boat and was working hard to get back in. By the time he got back into the boat we had reached the buoy. 

"You want the flag or me?" I asked. "I'll sit very still and if you fall in, I'll help get you back in." I nodded and moved to the bow. I stayed low and snagged a flag on the second reach. When I sat next to Carol I tied the flag around her ankle. She smiled.

We turned the boat around and team two snagged a flag. Team one was dead in the water. The woman was not helping and the man was too tired. Team four was rowing like us and coming out from shore well. Team five was hot on their trail. I focused on rowing and didn't worry about anything else. I had forgotten about the boats coming towards us. They had forgotten about us. 

Halfway back we slammed into boat five. I used my oar and pushed them away from us. The man was on my side and he used his oar to splash us. It actually felt good. I was sweaty and the sea water cooled me off. Carol and I laughed and team five was upset and complaining. "Why didn't you watch where you were going?" The woman asked.

Carol responded, "We were busy looking at where we'd been!"

We saw team four, Ila and Lee, reach the buoy and snag a flag on their first grab. They turned quickly and headed back. With the minutes gap it was hard to see how much lead we had, if any, so I said, "Team four is coming after us. We'd better pull harder if we want to win."

We did. The muscles in my legs and back were protesting and my breath was harder and harder to take. Carol was breathing loudly too. We didn't talk, we rowed. When we hit sand I said, "Take the flag to the man."

She jumped overboard and ran to the man in blue. He asked what team we were and Carol said, "Three." He wrote down our time. Carol sat at his feet for a minute than came back to help me with the boat.

We knew we had beaten teams one and two because they weren't back yet. Team four was next back. Then six, followed by five. The man in blue sounded an air horn and a power boat gathered boats one and two, towing them to shore. Once we were all back on shore the man looked at the clip board and announced that team three had won. Team four had missed by less than ten seconds. Team four's woman would choose second. That was Ila.

The man in blue announced that we were done for the night. Carol raised her hand and asked, "Can we spend the night with a man we have spent time with?"

"Not if the time was before the challenge." He turned and walked away. Carol took my hand and we walked back to the apartments.

"We did good." I said.

"Damn good."

"First pick must have been important to you."

"I hate left-overs. I want first pick. After all I'm going to be married to one of you for a year!"

"I can understand that. I'd want first choice too, if it were up to me."

"Who would you pick?"

I looked at her and waited to answer. "I haven't spent time with all of you but right now it would be hard to pick between you and Ila."

"Do you want to know who I'd pick right now?"

"My ego wants to know if it's me. The rest of me says it's really too soon to know. I'll wait."

"Let me just say that you have no worry about going back to New Orleans."

"I'll still behave like that's a worry. I do not want to go back. The women I've met so far have been good women and the experiment is interesting. A year from now who knows what might be on our minds?"

"You think some of the couples might stay together after?"

"I know me. If I spend a year living and working with someone the odds are good that I'm going to love them before the year is done. If I love someone I'm not going to want to walk away with a "It's been nice, see ya."

"Hmmmm."

We were back at the apartments. "I do want you to spend the night with me."

"Your place or mine?" I said.

"Let me get some clothes for tomorrow and we'll stay at your place."

"I'll open up. Number six, but you knew that."

A few minutes later she walked in and hung clothes in my closet. We undressed and went into the shower. It took a good scrubbing to get the salt and sweat off us. As we were getting out of the shower there was a knock at our door. Carol answered, "Come in."

The door opened and it was Ila and Lee. Each held two beers in their hands. Carol dropped her towel and took a beer from Lee. I dropped my towel and took one from Ila.

"Congrats to Team Three!" Lee said. We clinked bottles together and returned the congrats. Before Lee sat down Carol said, "We appreciate the beers but you haven't showered. You can use the shower here if you like."

"I am a bit ripe." Lee picked up the towel I had used and went into the bathroom. Ila picked up Carol's towel and went in behind him. They came back out clean and naked. I'd been with Ila so her wonderful body wasn't new to my eyes.

They say on the two chairs in the room while Carol and I sat on the bed.

Ila looked at Carol and asked, "Has he eaten you yet?"

"No. Somebody brought us a beer and slowed our progress. I'm hoping it will be soon, though."

Lee looked at Ila and she said, "Lee, I think we should be going. I've been looking forward to an intimate conversation with you."

"Let me gather our clothes and we can head over to your place or number four." Less than a minute later we were alone.

"Nick, do you like eating pussy?"

"Yes. Do you like being eaten, nibbled, licked and sucked upon?"

"I don't really know. It's been so long since someone who knew how treated me to a good tongue lashing I can't remember if I liked it that much." She was grinning.

"Well, I don't know if it will be memorable for you but I know it will be for me, if you invite me in."

"Lights on or off?"

"At your pleasure."

"On." Her legs opened and I dropped to my knees in front of her. In moments I tasted her for the first time. All the parts were right where they belonged, wet, slippery, and hot. Some women have clits so small they are hard to find. Some almost have clits the size of a baby boy's dick. Carol's clit was easily the size of a peanut. The first time my tongue touched it she moaned and used her hands to pull my face against her wetness. I sucked on her clit and she moaned again. Rather than concentrate on getting her to a quick orgasm I left her clit and explored all around her vulva. I kissed the insides of her thighs and was rewarded by her spreading her legs wider, welcoming my attentions to her thighs and the creases where leg met torso. Carol was muscled, whatever she did before this experiment had her staying fit and strong. The little patch of brown hair above her slit was well trimmed and the area around her patch smooth as a baby's ass.

I moved my attention back inside her folds and soon felt her shakingly close to an orgasm. I moved up and rested my cock against the outside of her folds while my mouth began giving attention to her breasts, one at a time. I was careful not to enter her, just to rub my erection against her lips and clit.  When both breasts had been kissed and sucked I moved back to her pussy and added the stimulation possible by using my fingers too.

Somehow I got the idea of putting a finger from each hand into her vagina and stretching the opening, then inserting my tongue. Carol held her knees wide apart and moaned as I tongue fucked her opening. Her body shook and I knew she was cumming.

I put three fingers inside her stretched opening and sucked on her peanut clit. She moaned softly and shook hard for long seconds as she came. I relaxed my suction and removed my fingers slowly.

I extended the arm with the very slippery fingers and put the fingers in her mouth. She sucked them as if they were my cock. As she sucked I moved so that I could enter her cunt with my cock. It took all my will power not to just slide inside her. I touched the crown of my cock to her opening and asked, "Can you tell me what you want?"

With my fingers in her mouth she looked at my face and said, "Fuck me!" I slammed in and pounded hard for my orgasm. She held on and matched my every thrust. The noises we made might have awakened someone but no one complained so maybe not. I grunted and groaned, she squeaked, moaned and made "Oh" sounds with each thrust. I lifted her legs even higher and pushed in as deeply as I could when I felt my jizz pumping into her.

"Yes! Fill me up! You mean son-of-a-bitch! Pound your shit into me!"

My dick did it's best to explode inside her. She was bent nearly double and if I held her like that none of my sperm could get out. I asked, "Are you kinky?"

Her eyes opened and she said, "What do you have in mind?"

"I have the urge to drink the mixed drink of our combined juices. Can you get above me and we can have gravity assist in getting all of it into my mouth."

"God! I think I love you!"

In seconds she was above me and as she lowered her cunt to my face the first load dripped slowly out of her and into my mouth. She lowered herself some more and I licked her. More of our cocktail mixture flowed and I drank it.

"Am I good to you? Do you love how we taste?"

My hand reached out and found the small glass on the bedside table. I lifted her up a few inches and caught the next big drops in the glass. She watched as she played with her clit.

When I had enough I handed her the glass and said, "Drink up. We taste good together."

She took the glass and downed the whole thing. Not fast like a shot but slowly, savoring the taste and texture. She moved it around in her mouth and then opened up and leaned forward. She let some of what she had in her mouth slowly extend from her mouth to mine. I opened and let it fall in. As it did she leaned the rest of the way until our mouths and tongues were touching.

Those kisses lasted a long time. Eventually she was sleeping against my side and my hand held her ass.

We were awakened by the phone ringing. Carol answered. The voice said, "Be at breakfast in half an hour in fresh clothes." We made it.

During breakfast we saw the chart and saw who we had not been paired with. Next to the chart was a schedule for the day. There would be a work assignment at ten, lunch at noon, a challenge at two, dinner at six and another challenge at eight.

"Looks like the next time we see each other will be at the selection," Carol said. 

"We might see each other at meals."

"Wave, would you?"

"Will you even remember me?" I asked.

"Honey, my pussy will never forget you."

"Do pussies have long memories?"

"Oh, that hurt. Don't blame me for some other bitch. This pussy has a very long memory."

"I'm glad. I was worried that I might have disappointed you last night."

"Not a chance. You were great!"

The man in blue had the women come to the chart and make their selection for the work assignment. They were then given the assignment and told to pick their partners. The woman who had been in boat number one the night before turned and came straight for me. She introduced herself as Diane and asked if I would work with her. I had decided to say yes every time just so they all got a look at me. This was their game. 

She opened the envelope and found a map. Instructions were printed on the back of the map. "Go south along the beach until you come to a red post about four feet high. Follow the trail beside the post into the island and find a mango tree. Your task is to bring back twenty mangos before noon. Go now."

"Come on! I don't want to come in last again." She said. I followed her outside. As we got to the beach she turned south. 

"Excuse me. Do you have a plan for how we get twenty mangos back here by noon?"

She stopped and said, "Carry them, of course."

"In our hands?"

"Yes!" Her tone was the tone of someone speaking to a stupid child.

"Did you get the impression this was a work assignment with an objective beyond the hauling of mangos?"

"No. We're wasting time. Follow me."

I had attempted to help but had been told to shut up and do as I was told. I could do that. I knew how some women had felt when the men in their lives wouldn't listen. This was not a partnership. If my first offer at selection came from Donna I would turn her down.

The walk to the mangos took a little over half an hour. We only had two hours. I used my shirt and my arms and got eight mangos. Donna said they were heavy and carried only three. She kept her shirt on. The walk back took forty-five minutes. To make another trip we would need to run. When the man in blue told her how much time we had left she turned on me and screamed, "We would've been able to make two trips if you hadn't wanted to talk first. This is all your fault!"

"What do you want me to do now?" I asked.

"Do whatever you want. We can't get the job done." She went to a bench and sat down. I went to the boat house and got a tarp and a basket. I ran to the mangos and put fifteen in the basket. I pulled the basket on the tarp and ran back to the man in blue. I was two minutes late.

He made notes on his clip board. I made notes in my head. I sat with Jake for lunch. Diane was upset with me. She saw me sit with Jake and said, "Aren't you supposed to be with me? Weren't you supposed to serve me lunch?"

I looked up at her and said, "I was supposed to be your work assignment partner. The work assignment is over. I have neither been tasked with or asked nicely to serve you lunch or anything else."

"I won't be picking you!" She huffed and walked away. As she did I turned to Jake and said, "Trust me on this Jake, if she picks you, go back to New Orleans."

"Bitch, huh?"

I nodded. He smiled. After lunch he was paired with her for the challenge. The challenge involved crossing a stream on a three rope bridge and bringing back a ten foot section of 2" rope. The three ropes were strung across the stream so that one rope was low and the other two were five or so feet above the low rope and five feet from each other. As it turned out there were three ten foot sections of rope to be carried back. The man in blue let everyone know that if you fell into the stream you had to climb out and start over.




Role Reversal



I was paired with a tall slender woman named Aliea. We stood near the starting end of our bridge and she said, "Any idea how we could do this?"

"Yes. We go across together. When the other teams have started back carrying a rope we pick up all three ropes and put them over both of our shoulders. That way we only make one trip. Sharing the load will make us more stable on the way back as well."


She thought about it and said, "I like it. That's the plan."

"Have you ever done anything like this before?"

"Never."

"Stay close to me. When I step forward with my right foot you do too. Apply equal pressure on the upper ropes. Pressure towards you. If you push out we both go in the water. And, talk to me. I won't be able to see you so you need to talk to me."

"Ok." The man in blue blew a whistle and the first person of each team climbed up on the rope bridge. I climbed up and waited until the other first persons were ten feet out on their bridges. Then I helped Aliea up on the rope and showed her what we would do. We took our time and I told Aliea to watch her hands only. When we were ten feet out we heard a splash. I said, "Don't look!" She didn't. By the voice I knew it was Jake who fell. Two other teams decided that they should get across and so their second person started. That wobbled the bridge for both people on it and they both went in the water. I kept talking to Aliea and she kept talking to me. We made it to the far side and when we both were on land we looked around. Ila had made it across and had started back, with one rope over her shoulders. Miguel was about to step on the rope side of the stream. I put a rope on Aliea and told her to make like she was getting up on the bridge back. Miguel saw her, jumped the rest of the way over, grabbed a rope and was back on the bridge headed back. I grabbed both ropes and climbed up next to Aliea. I hung all three ropes over our shoulders. 

"You're right. I feel more stable." Aliea whispered. We started back. Slow and steady. Aliea kept talking and I talked and coached her as we went. As she stepped off on the start and finish side she looked at the others for the first time and she fell. She did not touch the water so we were fine, but it was close. We carried the three ropes to the man in blue and he blew the whistle. Aliea got to choose third. If I didn't get chosen I had an additional two thousand dollars in New Orleans. Aliea smiled and said there was no chance I was going back to New Orleans. She took my hand and said, "We don't need to be anywhere special until dinner at six. I would like you to spend the time with me."

"Is that an invitation?"

"Yes. I'm asking you on a date."

"Oh. I just wanted to be sure. Let's go." We walked past the apartments and off along the beach. After a while she stopped. She looked at me and asked, "Are you interested in me?"

"Yes. I want you to make the best choice you can from the ten men before you. Anything I can do to help you choose the right guy for you, I'll do. Is that what you meant?"

"Almost. Do you want me to choose you?"

"I can't answer that. I'm learning just how it was for the girls I knew in high school and even college. You might have liked some guy but you couldn't ask him. You had to wait for him to ask you. I want to be asked to the big dance. There is at least one woman of the six that, if she asks, I will turn her down. You are not that woman. If you choose me on selection day I will be honored. We seem to work well together as a team."

"There is more to this experiment than work. I want to know how we are together."

"We are together right now. How are we?"

"I want to know if we work together sexually."

"And how would you like to find that out?"

"Go out a few times, have dinner, maybe dance, then spend an evening kissing and petting before we get to the getting naked and screwing."

"I don't think we have time for all that."

"Then get naked and screw me right here on the beach!"

I took her in my arms, hummed a few bars of an old song and undressed her as we danced. When we stepped apart her clothes fell and mine followed. I liked how she looked. Healthy. She gathered our clothes and spread them under her. She opened to me and I slid right in.

We changed positions from missionary to doggy to cowgirl and when we were in cowgirl she came. She was fun, enjoyable but not my first or second choice. When I wanted to eat her she turned me down. She said oral was disgusting. She moved down to fourth or fifth choice. Sixth was Diane and a trip back to New Orleans.

At dinner she was affectionate and appreciative that I served her dinner. Diane sat near us and glared at me.

At seven thirty we gathered in the meeting room and were paired off for the last time. I was paired with Lace. The time we spent together the first day had not been counted..

The challenge involved water again. We were to swim out to the buoy, get a colored float that was tied to the buoy and bring it back to shore. The floats were big enough that it would take teamwork to get the job done.

The man in blue lined the men up facing the line of women. He pulled Ila, Aliea and Carol out of line and said they could watch but need not participate. The winner of the challenge would win the fourth choice in the selection. Second place would get fifth choice and last would be last. The man who paired with the winner would be guaranteed an extra two thousand dollars. Second place would get a thousand. Third, an extra five hundred.

Each pair was given a belt to go around each of our waists and a belt three feet long that linked our belts. We must stay together and do the challenge together.

Each woman picked a number and we were first. The man in blue told us there would be three minutes between starts. When all the pairs were belted together he blew the whistle and we were off! Lace reached for my hand and said, "Let's go!" Our short run to the water showed me I was with an athletic woman. In the water she adopted a steady pace, not too fast and not too slow. After about fifty strokes she said, "How you doin?"

"Just about right," I responded.

She kept the pace and I stayed beside her. When we got to the buoy we went to the orange float, Lace's choice. She grabbed onto the hand hold near the end away from the rope tying the float to the buoy. I went to the other end and untied the rope.

As soon as the rope was untied a pole raised in the center of the float and a sail was attached! Whatever wind there was now would be pushing us away from shore, not to it. We held on at each end of the float and started kicking for shore.

Five minutes later the other two teams had passed us on their way to get their floats and we were getting tired. The floats were about twelve feet long and I could hear Lace's and my breathing easily.

Lace pulled herself up onto the float so it was under her belly. She could kick with her feet and use her arms. She yelled, "Nick!" I looked and joined her on the float. We worked hard and soon were making good progress toward shore. I didn't look back. If they were gaining on us, it didn't matter. I couldn't go any faster.

When we were about twenty yards from sand I could hear breathing that wasn't us. Someone was close. Some how I went faster and so did Lace. We won by a few seconds.

Neither of us got up. We rested on the float. I did look to see who was so close behind us.  Mike and Diane. She gave me another nasty look.

Lace took my hand and as we walked back to the apartments she said, "Stay with me tonight?"

"I'm not that kind of man."

"The hell you say! I happen to know that you are that kind of man! I also know I want more of your lovin!"

"Oh. Well, since you put it that way, Ok."

We stopped and kissed. Other couples walked passed us and at least one couple said, "Get a room." We did.

Inside her room Lace was a tiger. She popped a button off my shirt as she undressed me and our clothes got tossed everywhere. We showered and as we dried she kept touching me.

On the bed she was all over me. Finally I held on to her and said, "Slow down. I'm not running away."

"You don't understand! I've had sex with five other men this week and none of them did what you did to me! I've wondered all week if it was because it was my first real time or was it you. Now you're here with me and I want you!"

"What would be your pleasure?"

"Eat me! I won't get you again for a year but I want you to eat me and then fuck me hard and long so I can feel it a month from now."

"You won't get me for a year?"

"Honey, girls talk. You and Mike are going in round one and two. Both of you are hard workers and great lovers. I choose forth. You'll both be gone by then."

"I'd like to believe you, but I'm not so sure."

"Enough talk! Please do me. Please."

I got up off the bed and lifted her off the bed as well. I turned her so she was head down and my face went right into the junction between her legs. I was standing beside the bed eating her pussy and she sucked my cock. A standing sixty-nine! Lace's arms hugged my ass and hips. My arms held her chest against mine and her legs rested on my shoulders. In one of the rooms near us someone turned on some soft music. I danced with Lace as I licked her. She moaned with my cock in her mouth.

When the song on the radio ended I lowered Lace to her bed and kept eating her. She fed me lots of her nectar and I drank it all. Every time my balls drew up and readied for their shot at fame she backed off and let my tension relax a little. She wanted this to last.

I lifted from her and turned so I could attend to her without the distraction of her hands and mouth on my cock. Using my hands I held her legs up near her chest and buried my face into her hot wetness. Her outer lips were swollen and seemed to pillow my cheeks as my tongue and lips probed into her folds. 

Lace began to shake and moan. I backed off a little and her hands grabbed my hair, forcing my face into her pussy. My tongue took long strokes and probed into her opening. She shook harder and harder.

"Now!" I thought and I sucked on her clit. Her back arched, her arms went out to her sides and she screamed! I sucked harder. My hands pinched her breasts and suddenly the scream stopped and her body went limp.

She passed out. I let go of her clit but stayed right where I was. A few seconds passed and she took a huge breath.

"Oh, sweet Jesus! I passed out! You fucked me unconscious and we haven't even fucked yet!"

"Would you like to?"

"Yes! Please."

In seconds I was inside her and she wrapped her legs around my hips. We moved together like lovers who know every nerve in their partner and intend to thrill every one of them. Every time I thrusted in I was met by her enthusiasm and a vocal encouragement. She moved my hands to her tits and begged me to squeeze.

We changed positions and she picked doggy. In the first position lots of lubricating juices had flowed and her butt was slippery. As I pushed into her pussy from behind I had the thought that she was wet enough that getting into her ass wouldn't be too hard, if she wanted it.

I held her hips and joined with her. Her hand reached between her own legs and found my balls. 

"Fuck me good, Nick! Go deep!"

I felt myself on final approach. Lace felt it too.

"Cum inside my ass, Nick. Get in my ass deep!"

I pulled out of her cunt and placed my cock against her pucker. I watched as she relaxed the muscles and I popped in. I pushed and pushed and slowly filled her ass.

"Yes! I love how that feels! Pump me full!"

Starting slow I pumped in and out in ever increasingly long strokes. I didn't take many and my balls were up tight and I felt the first shot exit my cannon. It may not be a cannon but it felt like one at that moment. Shot after shot went into Lace. She pushed back against me so I was as deep inside her as I could be.

"I feel it! I feel your cum inside me!"

I rolled her and I over so she was on top of me. My arms held her and my face nuzzled into the nape of her neck from behind.

"Oh God! Oh God! You are the best!"

"It wouldn't be good without you."

My cock had returned to normal enough that we both felt leakage. Lace jumped off the bed and returned in a moment with a wash cloth. When she had cleaned me enough we quickly moved the clean up into the shower. 

It wasn't long before we were back in bed and asleep. I thought about her prediction as I fell asleep. I hoped she was right.

At eight o'clock the phone rang. Lace answered. "Be in the club house at eight thirty."

She hung up the phone and attacked me. Her hands and face went directly to my cock. It didn't take long before she asked, "Please, Sir, May I have some more?"

"Where would you like it?"

"In my pussy." She opened her legs and used her hands to hold her lips wide.

I moved between her legs and slid my pole inside her. We slid together, bumping pubic bones and pressing her clit with every stroke until she erupted. She thrashed and pinched her on nipples as she came. I kept sliding in deep and all the way out as she came and she immediately started building towards another orgasm. My hands held her breasts and squeezed. The skin tightened and the nipples stuck out as if swollen.

I leaned to her breasts and sucked hard on her nipples. That was enough to push her into another orgasm. As soon as she started to calm I pulled out of her and picked up my clothes. I bent to her and kissed her quickly.

"You have ten minutes to be in the club house." I said as I ran out the door carrying my clothes.

Others were coming out dressed and headed for the club house as I dashed for my apartment nude and carrying the clothes from last night. Most of them laughed.

Somehow Lace and I made it with about five seconds to spare.

The chairs were set in two lines. Each chair in the men's line had a name on it. There were twelve chairs in the other line. Every other chair had a woman's name on it. The selection was now! We hadn't even had breakfast!

The man in blue spoke. "We are doing the selection now so that the men going back to New Orleans will be there before dark tonight. At the end of the selection the couples will have breakfast and the men returning to New Orleans will go directly to the boat."

We looked across the way at the women. I felt uneasiness inside. I heard Lace's words in my head and hoped she was right.

"Ladies, take the name card off your chair. On the card list your selection preferences in the order you would choose. Carol, since you are first you need only put one name. Ila, you need only put two names. Aliea, three names. Lace four, Diane five and Julie six names. When you are done bring me your cards."

I looked at the men. We were not quite sure what to do with ourselves. I had the thought of being a girl at a high school dance and being scanned by the boys. I want to be picked but I don't want to be too obvious.

The last card was given to the man in blue. He stacked them in order and picked carol's card first.

"Over there (he pointed) are breakfast tables. Each table has a woman's name on it and an envelope. Inside the envelope is your assignment for the year. During breakfast you may read the card and may, if you can reach agreement with another couple, trade assignments. At eleven couples will begin leaving for their assignments. Some will leave by boat others by seaplane. Your time of departure is printed on your assignment sheet."

He looked around. He looked at the card and said, "Carol chooses Mike." Mike got up and went to sit beside Carol. She stood and kissed him warmly, then they sat.

All eyes went back to the man in blue. He picked up the next card. Ila. "Ila chooses... Hassan."

I noticed I smiled at Hassan and hated him in the same moment. Two had already been chosen and I wasn't chosen. I could die before it got to Julie.

He looked at the next card and announced, "Aliea chooses... Miguel."

Miguel looked very relieved. He kissed Aliea and they sat very close together.

The man looked at Lace's card and said, "Lace, you did not follow my instructions very well. I like what you did but it was very risky."

He looked at all of us and said, "Lace picks Nick."

I jumped to my feet and ran to her. We kissed. I was told later we kissed like a Marine who just came back from Iraq after being gone from his wife for a year. I was chosen! That was what was on my mind. I was chosen! No New Orleans!

Jake, Alan, Carl and Lee were still seated in the men's row when the selections were over. They were escorted to the boat after a minute or two to say good-bye. Jake came directly to me and said, "Thanks for being a friend. I don't belong here and I know that now. Good luck." He shook my hand and as he started to turn he said, to Lace, "You picked a good man."

She thanked him and kissed him on the cheek. He walked directly to the boat. They other three walked with the escort. 

We found our table and sat down. Our breakfast was served by a young man dressed in blue. Lace looked at me and asked, "Read or eat?"

"Read, eat and talk."

She nodded and tore open the envelope. "You will be the only vet on an island. There are a thousand people living on the island. Three hundred goats, five thousand chickens, five horses, eighty-three pigs and six hamsters also live there. Your clinic includes one of the horses, a home, a barn with eight stalls and ten acres of fenced property. Details will be available upon arrival.   Your boat leaves at noon."

Lace looked up and said, "I'm not a vet."

The man in blue said, "They have never seen a vet. You are the closest thing they will ever know to a vet. You may not trade. I would not send anyone else to this assignment. If it helps, I'm pleased you picked Nick."

He held out the card with Lace printed on one side. I looked at the other side. It said, "Nick, Nick, Nick, Nick." I teared up. I was her only choice!

I gave back the card and looked at Lace. She had eyes about to overflow too.

"Eat your breakfast, husband."

We smiled and did just that. At noon we were on the dock. Four boats were tied up there. Two sail boats and two power boats. A man in shorts and sandals came to us and asked if Lace was the vet. She nodded and he led us to the largest of the sail boats.

An hour later we had lost sight of the island and were on our own. Sort of. We didn't know where we were or where we would be living but we knew enough to be both excited and scared.

The crew of the boat was two. The man we met and his woman. She came on deck when we were out of sight of the island. She was deeply tanned and nude. She brought us lunch and iced tea.

The captain told us the trip would take until lunch time tomorrow. When he said it I realized I had no idea what day it was. I asked him.

"It is the Caribbean, man. No one cares what day it is. It's about three months from a hurricane." Then he and his wife laughed. We lazed on deck most of the day and as the sun sank we joined on the foredeck. When the captain's wife screamed we realized they were playing too. A little later the two women sang a duet of joy.

As we held each other in bed that night we talked.

"You said Mike and I would go first and second. Yet, you only wrote my name on the card."

"I cheated. I talked with Carol, Ila and Aliea and convinced them I was in love with you. They gave me what I wanted."

"Are you?"

"Am I what?"

"In love with me?"

"I started falling when we had sex the first time. Then I watched and heard how you treated each of us and when I got to be with you again, I was gone. Yes, Nick. I love you."

"Good! I choose to love you. I will be your wife for the next year and probably for the rest of my life. If, at the end of the year you don't want me anymore... I promise to be crushed and go into a depression. Now, if it's Ok with you I'd like to get some sleep."




Role Reversal



Dawn brought the beginning of our year on Cardoza. A hundred people and at least a hundred animals met us on the dock at noon. They led us to our home and stayed. Lace started work immediately and I set about getting our home in order. At midnight she walked into the house, dirty, tired and glowing.

"I've tended at least twenty animals and helped four goats give birth. I am the vet! Can you help me get clean and into a bed?"

I was ready. Soaps, hot water and scrubbing completed I joined her in bed and as I kissed her she fell asleep. I held her in my arms and knew it would be a year to remember.



Role Reversal: A Short Vision of the Future



Note: This story is intended to stimulate both the body and the mind about our gender roles and the objectification of women. Positive comments and constructive criticism are appreciated. Thank you for reading!

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"Ohhh yea that's it bitch, suck it...Look up at me, yeaahh that's hot...Ooo I'm gonna cum. Do you want me to cum in your mouth? Ohh your such a slut...oh shit here it comes...uhhhhhh MMMMMmmmm yesss...ohhh fuck you love it don't you? Swallow it for me babe, show the camera how much you love my cum."

I look up at the camera, swallow and moan.

"Wow you are unbelievable. Now say bye to the camera!"

I smile, wave to the camera and say "bye!" Before the camera turns off I rub some of the cum off my face with my fingers and then seductively suck on them.

"Mmm you are so sexy babe, that'll be a hot vid for sure."

She runs her hand threw my hair and slowly pulls my head back between her legs. I softly lick her pussy, cleaning away any cum that was leftover. I can tell she is already loading the vid onto the J screen. Sometimes I worry about what she does with those vids. She says they are just for our enjoyment, to spice things up a bit, but she spends so much time in sync on the link. Despite my worries I continue pleasing her, massaging her legs and holding her ass as her thighs tighten their grip around the sides of my face. I know I should trust her, she is my wife. 

This all started about a year ago, after I caught Jeanette masturbating while watching pornography on the link. At first I didn't confront her about it, but quickly it began affecting my self esteem. Why was she fantasizing about other men? Was I not attractive to her anymore? As I started to feel worse I began to reject more of her sexual advances, which in turn made her increase her use of porn. Finally I couldn't take it any longer and I confronted her about it.

"Is it that you don't love me anymore?" I said.

"Nooo honey, of course I love you. It's just that ever since we got married two years ago I feel like our sex life hasn't been as good," Jean replied.

"What do you mean?"

"Well when we were dating we were making love almost every day, now I am lucky if you are in the mood once a week," Jean continued. 

She was right, our sex life had diminished since our marriage. We began dating 5 years ago, at the time I was 20 and Jeanette was 22. We met at the Genetic Resequencing Agency (GRA) in Sacramento, California, where we both worked as technical assistants. I was attracted to her instantly, her intelligence and great sense of humor won me over. Back then Jean was a shy woman, kind of a nerd you might say, but eventually she worked up the courage to ask me out. 

We were both virgins, and I wanted to wait until marriage, but Jeanette kept pressuring me and I was afraid of losing her. If my parents ever found out they would've been ashamed. My mother probably would've punched Jean in the face! The sex was great though, Jean was and is an amazing lover...when she wants to be. When we were dating she would make love to me so tenderly and attentively, but since our marriage it feels like she just wants to "fuck" me. So I told her how I felt.

"Honey, you know I respect you, you are my husband and I know you aren't just an object. I would much rather make love to you then watch this stuff," she said, "Maybe we can find a way to make things better." With that she kissed me passionately and took me to bed.

Our sex life really changed after that day. Some days she would be the caring and amazing lover that I wanted, and other days I would submit to her fantasies. I became determined to please her, I would wear the sexy outfits that she liked around the house and in the bedroom, and I tried my best to emulate those porn stars that she watched on the link. When indulging her fantasies, I would let her use me as a sex object. She would always to talk dirty to me, and eventually I got used to it. I would strip dance for her and let her play with my body. I performed oral sex on her almost daily, she loved standing over me and having me on my knees. She usually climaxes on my face or in my mouth, and although I don't care for the taste that much, I eventually got used to that too. 

Her main fantasy involved the hover camera. At first I was uncomfortable the idea, but I know women are visual creatures, and home made vids stimulated Jeanette. I don't like it when the camera focuses in on my face during sex, but Jean loves to see my reactions.

I suppose I should be happy that her fantasies are relatively tame. Some of the other husbands who I hang out with tell me some scary stories about their wives' fantasies. My best friend AJ, his wife Jessica was pestering him about having a threesome. AJ was, of course, totally against it. He doesn't want to share his wife with another man, plus he is uncomfortable with the idea of touching or kissing a man, which is part of his wife's fantasy. In order to shut her up, AJ suggested that if she wants a threesome, why not with another woman? Jessica naturally found that idea disgusting and wrong, and soon stopped bothering him about the subject. 

Luckily for me Jean has no interest in that sort of the thing, though on special occasions I have let her enjoy the attention of me and a hologram of myself or two at the same time. Sometimes she enjoys having holograms of me kiss and suck her breasts while I eat her out. Other times she likes to have me on my knees licking her pussy and clitoris as she is standing, while my hologram kneels behind her and licks the bottom of her pussy and maybe rims her out.

I have not yet had my wife and a hologram of her at the same time, though Jeanette says she would love to do a "gangbang" or "bukkake" vid. The idea of it kind of grosses me out.

So that's how I became my wife's part-time "slut." Our marriage definitely improved in my aspects. Jeanette became romantic and often surprised me with gifts and other treats when she came home. Our communication improved significantly, Jeanette started linking in with me while at work, telling me about her day and how much she missed me. 

We are even are considering having children now. Nowadays pregnancy is relatively effortless and pain free for women. As men we are taught at a young age that during pregnancy that it is a husband's greatest honor and duty to fulfill our wives' every need during those nine months. With modern medicine, labor is painless and pregnancy symptoms are almost completely absent. Most women work all the way up to their due date and even go back to work the day after giving birth. The difficulty of having children now is mainly limited to the decisions involving what gender you want, and what level of genetic engineering do you want for the child. Jeanette I am sure wants a daughter, but I would love to have a son. 

Either way, I would absolutely love nothing more than having children with Jeanette. I have been feeling a bit unfulfilled ever since I quit my job at the GRA two years ago. Jeanette wanted me to be a traditional househusband and we didn't need the extra income from me working. As a matter of fact Jean was making nearly double my salary at the agency even though we held the same position! At the time I wanted to sue the GRA for discrimination, but Jean didn't want me to make trouble for her. 

So I stay at home and clean up, and I usually go out via my avatar on the link and get whatever groceries and other items we may need. There were some shops nearby that I could go to in person, but I enjoyed traveling on the link and seeing new places. When I go out I always dress conservatively, which Jeanette loves about me. I guess it's true that saying "Every woman wants a gentleman in the street and a freak in the bedroom." 

I am often disturbed by the revealing clothing that I see men wearing in public. Even young men now, teenagers, are wearing revealing clothes. I understand it though, the objectification of men dominates the public domain now, commercials, billboards, and all of the programming accessible via the link. I often see strip clubs and I can't help feeling sorry for those men. 

There are no positive male role models for young boys. Men become celebrities solely for their sex appeal, and their fame is often boosted by raunchy behavior. Sometimes I have deep reservations about raising a son in this society. I felt the pressure when I was young too, but my parents raised me well so I had no self-esteem issues or want for attention. 

Society wasn't always like this. Most historians point to the early 21st century as when the balance of power between genders began to shift. While certainly even the most modern countries of that time were male dominated, there were signs of future change. Women began graduating from college and graduate school in higher numbers than men, and as a result began earning more and dominating business and other professions. That domination extended to politics in the mid 21st century, when more female presidents and prime ministers were elected. The terms of these first female heads of state were resounding successes, with economic gains and less violent foreign conflict. People became more inclined to vote for women for our highest positions. As a matter of fact, here in the good old USNA (United States of North America) we have elected 31 female presidents in a row dating back to 2246.

Without a doubt the biggest change occurred with the onset of genetic engineering in the early 22nd century. At first government limited engineering the elimination of genetic disorders. Eventually certain traits that made men (and a few women) violent or predatory were eliminated before birth, the result being that rape, pedophilia, domestic abuse, violent crime, and the need for police, prisons, and militaries was practically eliminated. The elimination of these things relieved a tremendous economic strain, and led to an era of prosperity and cooperation on Earth. 

The usage of genetic engineering on unborn children continued to expand with the creation of the Genetic Resequencing Agency in 2251. Women saw their relative physical weakness to men as the last straw of inequality and demanded a solution. Geneticists at the GRA devised one, involving increased bone and muscle strength for women without appearing muscular and maintaining femininity. Soon women were engineered to be as tall and strong as men. 

Historians agree that by around 2275 humanity had achieved gender equality, but it was not to last. Women, now in positions of power, began to believe they were superior to men. Though at first this feeling was not widespread publicly, this sentiment grew steadily. During elections female candidates argued that men should not be let back in power, as evidenced by the prosperity under female lead governments. The population was inclined to agree and women stayed in command. I myself must admit that even I would feel weird voting for a male candidate today, though men do hold some seats in the congress.

Eventually women began using the GRA as a tool to advance their superiority. Women are now generally taller and stronger than the average man. My wife is 6'1 and I am 5'9 for example. This is fairly common.

Finally the most significant change has been cultural. Men are judged foremost by their looks, and women by their achievements. Women are now the initiators when it comes to dating and proposals. As parents we try to protect our sons from bad influences more than we do our daughters. Sexually, men are taught to guard their virginity against sexual advances from women, and men who have multiple partners are referred to as "sluts" and "whores" and are looked down upon. Women, on the other hand, are expected to have sexual conquests and the more partners they have the more likely they are to get a high-five from their friends. 

In marriage women also began to take the lead. At my wedding, as is tradition, my mother walked me down the aisle where Jeanette was waiting for me. Our friends and family were all there, some in person, and some via avatar. It was a beautiful day. I received many compliments on my tuxedo and how handsome I was that day. I took my wife's last name, which is now also tradition.

Now it is the year 2398 and society is almost completely female dominated. Looking at the history of mankind I can't say it's a bad thing, though I often feel it is unfair. Sometimes I feel like a hypocrite, quietly rooting on men's rights groups while I submit to my wife's desires. 

As Jeanette begins kissing me in bed and touching my body in bed I moan and weaken my defenses. Tonight is her night for enjoyment and I want to please her. I am wearing the black thong that she loves, along with some cufflinks on my wrists and straps around my thighs. She is, of course, completely naked during sex. She crawls on top of me and begins kissing her way down my chest and stomach. She has the body of a goddess, sensual curves and smooth skin, though her body type is typical of women who underwent genetic engineering. With a look of fiery passion in her eyes she rips the thong off my waist, and puts my throbbing member in her mouth. She will usually perform oral sex only for a minute or two before she "fucks" me. I groan deeply. I can hear the hover camera floating about the room, and I can see it is focused on my face.

"Are you ready babe?" Jeanette asks. Before I can respond she moves up and gives me a French kiss. I can taste myself on her mouth but it doesn't bother me.

"Ohhh yes honey," I respond. I continue to lie on my back knowing that my wife will probably want to "fuck" me in the missionary position. Sometimes she is in the mood for "man on top" but usually she likes missionary.

"Beg for it then honey, beg for my pussy," Jeanette demands as she mounts me and teases me by letting the tip of my erection touch her wet vagina. I try to pull her down on to me, but she quickly grabs my hands and pins them down above my head. I playfully struggle for a few moments before I give her what she wants.

"Ohh yes please honey, give it to me, my cock needs your pussy so bad," I reply, hoping desperately that will be enough to please her.

"C'mon babe, you know what I want you to say." 

"Ohhh God, fuck me! Fuck my cock honey! I'm your slut, please fuck me with your pussy," I beg. I can tell from the satisfied look on her face that I am fulfilling her fantasy. Instantly she lowers herself on to my rock hard member and leans down to kiss me.

It is difficult for me to kiss her in this position since Jean is taller than me, so for the majority of the time in missionary position I usually kiss and suck on her breasts. 

She is "fucking" me hard and fast, her legs wrapped around mine and her arms still pinning my hands over my head. Her supple, D cup breasts bounce up and down near my face as I try to give them the attention they deserve. 

"You like the way I fuck you, don't you slut? Yeeaa that's it, suck my tits while I milk your cock with my pussy," she says as she continues bouncing up and down on top of me. I moan in response as I continue sucking on her breasts. The pleasure is coursing through my body, but part of me wishes she would slow down so that it would last longer.

"Uhh yes Jeanette fuck me like the slut I am." I am really playing into her fantasies now and its having its effect, her breathing has picked up and her face is flushed. She lets go of my hands, which is basically the signal for me to hold her ass while she makes love to me.

"Ohh yea bitch, hold my ass while I fuck your dick," she replies. I groan loudly and kiss her neck. She then holds her self up with her arms and tilts her head back giving me access again to her breasts. I can tell from the look on her face that she is reaching climax.

"Uhh I think I'm gonna cum. Where do you want me to cum slut? Do you want me to cum all over your cock or on your face?" she asks. I would much rather her orgasm on my penis, but I know what she wants me to say.

"Please, cum all over my face! I want to taste your cum in my mouth!" With that her muscles tense and she quickly lifts off my member and mounts my face. She furiously rubs her clitoris in order to induce orgasm. I dutifully stick my tongue inside her pussy and moan. 

"UHHHHHHH Ohhhhhhh yeaaaa...take that cum bitch. Look up at me slut, ohhhhh yea, thatta boy." Her juices squirt on my face, as her cum flows freely into my mouth. I try not to gag as the amount of juice is almost overwhelming, the increase in female ejaculation was another pro women's empowerment idea of the GRA. 

For the second time that day I swallow and moan, and wave bye to the camera. Jeanette rolls off me onto the bed, exhausted. I quickly clean up in the bathroom and then lie in bed beside her. Although I did not reach orgasm, I am very excited that I pleased her so greatly.

"Was it good for you honey?" she asks drearily, her eyes struggling to stay open.

"It was wonderful sweetheart, thank you." 

"Okay, well tomorrow I am going to make slow and sweet love to you, don't worry," she says.

"I know you will," I reply and I give her a quick peck.

"I love you," Jean says as she turns to cuddle with me.

I roll over in bed facing away from her and she spoons me. She holds me close, and playfully strokes my still hard penis. Soon she drifts off into peaceful sleep.

As a lie in bed with my amazing wife, I can hear the hovercam power down. I can't help feeling a little ashamed about the way she dominates me. Don't get me wrong, I love my wife, she is a great provider and will be a great mother to our children, but I feel like I am contributing to the cycle of objectification and subjugation of men. I imagine God, what would she think, looking down on us from the heavens. Often I think maybe if men had treated women better, as equals, a long time ago, that maybe women today would be satisfied with equality instead of superiority, and that the world would be a better place.