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Bitch

By: pinkcat



As she looked through her closet, she wondered what he would want her to wear. Something black, red or maybe purple, probably nothing at all. Her body was in good shape, with long legs and a tight ass, tits pointed high and a lovely face, not a bad combination, she thought to herself. Looking in the mirror, she wondered how this had happened when she had fought hard to become an independent and strong woman. Power and pride fed her every move, and it took all her control not to fight back, but master was all that mattered now. He was the master and she was his bitch. 

As they rode in his car, she could feel the tension mounting between them. When would it start? Please say it, she begged in her mind. 

Bitch... When he said it the wetness flowed out of her. God, she loved to be called that.... Bitch... Her eyes turned downward and face went flush with the warmth of desire. Her whole body felt like it was on fire. All because of a single word?... Bitch... That word made her feel anger and shame. No man had ever called her that. How could he call her that? Because he was the master and she obeyed him. She belonged to him. 

When they got to his apartment she sat naked at his feet and waited for the commands to begin. 

Bitch... I will fuck you in your mouth, your cunt and your ass. I will fuck you anywhere I want... She licked her lips, eyes still downward, hands clasped together in her lap. Such a delicious electric feeling was spreading up her legs and through her body. What would his next demand be? Would she obey or be punished? It was so hard for her to not fight his control. Sometimes the punishment was as good as fucking. 

Bitch... You will get on your knees and suck my dick... She obeyed and tried her best to be perfect in everyway. She loved to see his rock hard dick needing her attention. Her only thought was to please the master. She wrapped her tongue and lips around the pulsing head of his hard cock and sucked. It filled her mouth, touching the back of her throat. While her head moved up and down he pulled her hair, until he came. She hungrily swallowed every pearly drop, not wasting one. His cum flowed so easily down her throat, she could never get enough to satisfy her thirst. She looked up at him with desire in her eyes. 

Bitch... Don’t look at me... He slapped her face hard and she trembled as a moan escaped her lips. She enjoyed the punishment; it just made her hotter and wetter. Her mind and body screamed for him to slap her again, but she had to be a good bitch for the master and calm down. Her only desire was to please the master, to obey the master. To fuck the master. 

He pushed her into the kitchen. It was so brightly lit. Not a place for hiding or shame. Everything was on view for the master, just how he liked it. 

Bitch... Bend over this table... As she bent over the kitchen table, he kicked her legs apart and spread the lips of her cunt. While he stroked the dampness of her thighs, she shook with desire and anticipation. Please fuck me, she silently screamed, as he shoved his huge finger into her hot, wet cunt. Her hips strained to push his finger further into her. In and out. In and out. She wanted every hole in her body filled with his hard, hot dick. Please, she silently begged. Please, fuck me. Master. Fuck me hard, now. 

Bitch... I want to see how tight your ass is... Bent over the table, she was laid out in full view as he shoved his dick into her ass. Pumping hard, he fucked her. She moaned and rubbed her clit against the edge of the table, wanting his dick in all her parts. Filling her. Possessing her. She needed to feel him everywhere. When he pinched her nipples, the waves of climax started and there was no stopping. In and out. In and out. She screamed as she came, wondering if that hot, horny feeling that controlled her body would ever end. He shoved in and out of her ass until he came and she loved it. Her thighs kept shaking as his cum flowed out her ass and down her legs, her fingers making circles in the wetness of her thighs. 

Bitch... you will always be my bitch... Yes, Master.

Bitch!



I was taking one of my rare vacations, off to a resort as usual. I enjoy walking on beaches in the hot sun, seeing the sights, relaxing. My idea of a great vacation is spending a lot of time sitting on my ass getting waited on hand and foot.

I don't get to sit on my ass a lot most of the year.

Of course there is always the chance to meet someone and get laid. I am not too bad to look at, 32 with most of my hair, I can still see everything more than 3 feet away and I have glasses for anything closer. I come in just under 200# and at 6' I guess one could say I am in shape, and all in all not that bad to look at.

So getting laid is always a maybe.

The beach at this resort came right up to a little seawall. There was a nice elevated pool right out front between the seawall and the hotel, my room looked out over it. I liked that, I could sit out on the balcony and look down at the gals sunning themselves, neat. Well, in my mind I had hopes.

Of course the pool was surrounded by tubby middle-aged moms with screaming kids running back and forth, no way to relax there, nothing really worth watching. 

I wandered down to the pool anyway, got a brew from the outside bar, headed off towards the Ocean. There was a few couples sitting around on blankets, nothing interesting, so I headed off down the beach.

There was a lot of beach, I couldn't see the end of it, I just kept walking. It was getting kinda hot, I wiggled my toes and buried my feet to cool them off a little. I tried walking into the surf, that worked but made it worse on the hot sand so I just stayed close by the water.

Wading through the surf caused me to miss the sign that read "Clothing optional". I came up over a little rise and suddenly I was less then 10 feet from three very attractive half naked ladies.

Well, two of them were half naked, one was ALL naked! The all naked one was on her belly, hair in a bun, shiny and deep brown, slick looking from the oil all over her. A skinny flat chested blonde was stretched out on her back, looking a bit pinkish to me. She was obviously new at this since her tiny little tits were whitish pink, it wouldn't be long before she needed to cover up or burn. Looking up, my eyes stopped at this nothing short of spectacular redhead standing at the foot of the blankets.

It startled me, I stood there for a second. Just as I was preparing to say "excuse me" and let them be, the one standing glared at me and said, "So what the fuck are you staring at, pervert?"

That startled me even more, I muttered some kind of inane apology, turned away reluctantly, she really was spectacular.

"Yea, that's it! Scurry off to your hole, pervert! Coming down here dressed to catch a peek, huh?" 

Her hands were on her hips now, facing me. No effort to cover up her breasts at all. No sign of implants, so help me, God had outdone himself on this woman..still..the situation wasn't friendly at all.

I was backing away, she wasn't easing up.

"Go on, run! I hope you got your jollies, asshole!"

I left, to say I was half pissed off would be an understatement. I could hear the laughter of them for quite a distance, that didn't help.

"Dressed?" I thought, my ears burning. I had on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I was of half a mind to drop everything and go back over there and wave my 8" dick in her goddamned face but I figured that would get me arrested.

I went back to the Hotel, sat in the bar and sulked. Spoiled my whole damned day, mouthy bitch.

That evening, I went down to the little steak house just off the main lobby, I was sitting there with a gob of some kind of plant I didn't recognize, and a hefty chunk of grilled meat pretending to be a steak when I heard her again.

"Hey look! It's that pervert from the beach this morning!"

I looked over, here sat the same Redhead, not 20 feet from me. She already had everyone else in the goddamned room looking at me, curious.

Same two gals with her, they kept looking at me, smiling at my discomfort. The skinny one had her legs open, damn thong snugged up so tight her snatch bulged, I forced myself to some success to not look. Wolfing down half of the meal, I beat a retreat.

"He sure is easy to scare off!"

I heard that over my shoulders as I left the room, headed for the bar. I was wishing that she was a man so I could reach out and box her ears. I sulked at the bar some more, the idea of shutting the cunt up by stuffing my cock in her face popped in my head.

I was on my 2nd brew when sure as hell, here they came. Of course they had to plop down right in front of me just 2 tables away. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but they all kept looking at me. That damned skinny blonde was still at it with the thong, obviously trying to get me to look so they could tease me some more.

"Fuck them!" I thought, I stood my ground. Finally they finished their silly drinks with all the vegetables in them and left. I took a deep breath and relaxed.

Nothing much was going on, a singer arrived and started doing some Creedance songs which might have been fine if he wasn't Chinese with a lisp. When he got to "Pwoud Mawy" that did it, I was starting to hate this resort.

I damn near broke the fucking elevator button, the thing arrived and I hopped in, poked 8 for my floor. Of course it stopped on 6 which irritated me even more. The doors opened, here stood the Redhead.

No place to run, I expected her to not get on but she marched in as I stood there braced. She looked at the 8 button lit, stepped back.

Not a word.

I sneaked a sideways glance, this woman had a set of jugs on her to die for, waist tight and firm. The top she wore was tied in a knot in front, her shorts were very low below her hipbones.

No doubt at all, spectacular, except for her mouth.

I realized I was getting a boner, I turned some to hide it from her. Things weren't going my way much.

The doors opened at the 8th floor, I waited, she glanced at me and stepped off, I was right behind, hell, it was my floor.

I deliberately made it a point of following her just a shade too close, let's face it, she had me pissed off. I reached my room, stuck the key in the door, she stuck her key in her door, right across the hall.

"So you went and got a room as close as you could, huh?"

"I was here first, lady."

"Oh, bullshit."

That tore it, she was standing sideways to me in her door, I walked over and grabbed her by the shoulders. Just lost it, no idea at all what I thought I was going to do.

Just plain blew my stack.

Her head tipped up, looking me right in the eyes, not a trace of fear. I wanted her frightened, I wanted her afraid of me, I wanted her to shut up.

We stood like that for a good 10 seconds, both of my hands held her shoulders, she looked right into my eyes. Then she pressed forward with a smirk, planted herself against me. I hesitated, now unsure of this, then somehow we were in her room. 

Her fingernails raked at my chest, that hurt, made me madder. I tried to stop her hands, her top came undone in the scuffle, I pushed her backwards, she fell back across the bed.

I am not sure if we were fighting or what at first, there wasn't any gentleness at all. Her body stiffened, her hands were clawing at my chest, my arms, then my groin. I thought she was trying to grab me, hurt me, but her hands were fumbling at the front of my shorts. They came free, her hand wrapped around me, her breath went into little gasps. The struggle turned sexual for a few moments, then it was a fight again.

I have no idea how she got out of her bottoms, I know I jerked and the buttons on the front popped. I remember tugging at them, down one leg, then the other, somehow she ended up on top of me and shoved me back onto the bed. She almost got away, I managed to grab her arm, wrapping my hand around it, forcing her back. She flailed at me as I dragged her back, I rolled over on top of her, trying to stop her swinging arms. Then I was jamming my erection at her, trying to pin her at the same time. She was trying to hold me back, squirming herself first this way and that, my rock hard dick slid up and over her mound. I could feel the stiffness of her pubic hairs on my cock. I dropped back down and she scooted sideways, all I did was poke her leg. Then she twisted, my erection slid under her leg, she pressed down, trying to pin me there.

I felt her fingernails dig into my back, knew she was drawing blood, that spurred me on to try at her even harder, subdue her. It hit me that I was out of it, raping this girl but I was mad and I was getting crazy mixed signals from her. 

Not in me to force anyone, usually I am gentle, I was out of control. I managed to pull back, tried to stop. She just reached up and hit me, then raked my face. That made me mad again, I grabbed her wrist, forced it back, tried to pin her, hold her. She just kept squirming, moving.

But she pressed one hand down, grabbed my groin again. Her grasp was not violent, yet her other arm still hit at me as I ducked my head tight against her, trying to fend off the blows. They weren't hard, just stinging.

Finally I got one hand on each cheek of her ass, held her so she couldn't move. Unfortunately this left one of her hands free, she cuffed me up the side of my face. It wasn't hard, but hard enough I tasted blood in my mouth. I managed to get my head turned tight into her neck, then rolled my weight up to pin her arm back. She was whacking at me with the other arm to no real effect.

I had her, I felt my cock slip between her legs, and as I did she changed. Her head went back. She let her legs open only partially. This gave me a bit of access, not enough, but I thrust at her. She went violent them, bucking and trying to throw me off her, I held fast, gaining in tiny bits each time she paused to get a breath. I felt the entire head of my cock bury in her, I was lost now. No stopping, no holding back, one way or the other I was going to fuck her. Then she changed, relaxed, her legs opened, her hips came up to meet me and I was buried in her.

I started to bang away at her like a crazy man, hard as I could, in no time she started to squeal, then the first waves hit her. I was only seconds behind, a blinding explosion of myself. In my life I had never ever felt anything like that.

I collapsed on her, exhausted from the efforts, still not quite sure what had just happened.

"God that was good!"

It hit me. The lady liked it rough. And I didn't know her name.

I reached around and felt my back, welts. I got up, her eyes following my every move. I checked myself in the mirror, long streaks ran down my ribcage, more on my back. I felt a puffing in my upper lip, there was a drop of blood, my nose felt like it was swelling,too. Now I WAS pissed off.

"Get on your hands and knees!"

"What?"

"Do it, bitch! NOW!"

She blinked, stared at me for just a moment, then turned over on the bed, hesitant, not sure. I looked, first time I saw her pussy. It was wet, swollen, red looking.

I was hard again.

I stepped towards her, my member solid, pointing straight out. I put my hands on her hips, preparing to jam into her again.

"Crissie?" I heard from the doorway.

I looked over, there stood the skinny blonde, a shocked look on her face. She flew across the room and piled right on top of me, bowling me over sideways. I was completely surprised at that move, hit the floor with a thud, breath knocked out of me.

Just shit, now I had a skinny broad half my size but fully dressed whacking away at my naked body from all directions. I was trying to save myself and not hurt her, that isn't an easy thing to do in that situation. I don't think I was winning.

Just as she got her teeth sunk into the fleshy part of my chest, Crissie cryed out.

"Sandy, stop! It's all right."

She took a couple more swipes at me, then jumped up. I was trying to get under the bed, away from her. She looked at the one I now knew was Crissie, said, "What?...OH!" Then she started laughing.

I didn't see anything so fucking funny, myself.

I realized I was stark naked, Crissie was stark naked, and this skinny thing was standing there staring at us.

I took a chance, got up.

"Get your clothes off, you fucking Bitch!"

Sandy stared at me. Then her eyes changed, looked down. I knew.

"NOW!"

Her hands reached up, began to trip the buttons on her blouse. It dropped to the floor, there was nothing underneath. She stood looking at me, small bare breasts with no tan lines, her arms at her sides.

"The rest."

Sandy hooked her fingers in her waistband, took everything down in one push, stood up again, now naked.

"Get on the bed."

She did, I grabbed her and shoved her back. Reaching down, I spread her legs, her shaven mound was slick and smooth. I decided I would lick it later, I rolled up on top of her and pressed inside, my 2nd pussy in 15 minutes. She was tight as a drum, a bit dry at first, but we warmed up in short order.

Then I felt Crissie, she slid over and sucked one of Sandy's nipples in her mouth as I pounded away.

I was wondering where the third gal was? Hopefully not too close by, I already needed some bandaids....Just as that thought popped in my head the phone rang.

Crissie hopped up to grab it, I was poking away at Sandy's now slick pussy.

"Yea?" Crissie said, as she picked up the phone.

"Hi. Hey you won't believe this shit, come on up!"

"We have that guy from the beach...get up here!"

I was banging away, getting close with the blonde as Crissie talked to who I assumed was the brown gal from the beach. The idea slowed me down a bit, but not much, Sandy let out a yell that should have startled the entire floor we were on, I was right there with her.

We collapsed in a mix of sweat as Crissie piled back into the mix. She started sucking away at Sandy's boobs, I slipped out and rolled over on my back, drained.

They ignored me and rolled into a 69 position, all I could do was lay there and watch, they paid no attention to me at all. I did notice that Crissie went after Sandy's pussy with relish, I tucked that away for future reference.

They were making so damned much racket I almost missed the knock on the door. The two girls were so engrossed I knew they didn't hear it, so I started to get up to go for the door, forgetting I was nude. The door swung open, here stood the gal I had seen on the beach.

She stood there taking it all in, looked me up and down. Then she grinned.

"Looks like I missed half the fun!"

She reached behind her and shoved the door shut, turned to me.

"Got any left?"

I was thinking I just might have one more time left...

*I was hoping she wouldn't hit me, though.



Bitch!



Copyright 2005 by the author, all rights reserved.

*

It had been a bad day at work.

Our boss lady, Lydia, warned me in the afternoon meeting that Legal has to shape up. I didn't expect that sort of thing from her, not right after her trip to Boston. She has a way of ambushing me when I least expect it. What a bitch! Everyone else at the meeting looked at me as if I were infected with a disease. Nobody wants to be seen as a friend of the office punching bag. Fuck them!

After getting home, I put some wine in a chiller and lit some candles. I'm a sucker for romantic settings. 

I wore my favorite Mistress outfit, a black strapless bustier that showed off my tits. Attached to the bottom of the bustier were garters that held up long sexy black stockings. 

My cunt was already wet in anticipation.

The intercom buzzed. I pressed the Talk button and said, "Come up." It wasn't necessary to ask who was there. She was on time, as usual.

She dropped her coat and took the glass of wine I held out.

"I was a bitch, wasn't I?" she said.

"No worse than usual. I'm sure nobody from the office suspects you come to me, for discipline."

"They're a bunch of morons. Maybe Jonathan is in the scene, from a few things he's said. I'd like to have him bend over for me, to take a strapon in the ass. I love to dominate guys, especially the macho ones. As for women, you know I want to be taken." 

She touched my face and slowly traced the line of my jaw. "I'll keep you, Alice, even if I have to get rid of the whole bunch of assholes at work."

"Drop your clothes, Lydia. Strip for me."

I wet my lips as she took off her clothes and then stood there, waiting for whatever I would do to her. She wore the leather collar with a big ring in front, perfect for attaching a leash. She's a pain slut. I'm as good at receiving as I am giving, but with a pain slut like Lydia only my giving side comes out. Maybe she and I will try switching someday, but I doubt it; the pattern is set already, and we both get off on it.

"Down, bitch," I said. "You seem to have forgotten your place. I think you're looking for a flogging, aren't you?" She dropped to the floor, on her knees.

"Yes, Mistress Alice, I want that tonight. I think about punishment and pain every time I see you. I dream about it when I'm alone at home. I thought of getting whipped by you every night that I was away."

"I'll choose a flogger to use on you, maybe the nasty one with metal tips that I bought last week, just for you. What do you think of that?"

"I think it's...exciting."

"In the meantime, clean my boots with your tongue. Be fast about it, you pathetic needy bitch."

As I said that, I thought of my own deep needs; I'm as needy as she. 

"Did you see Arlene at Acme on this trip? She's attractive and likes tall slim blonds like you. Don't lie to me."

"Yes, Mistress Alice. I saw her, and we had a scene at her place in Newton. She pushed me to my limits, and a bit past them."

"You knew how I feel about her! You have a choice of punishment for that betrayal with Arlene. Beg me for what you think appropriate, you blond bitch."

"Fuck me with the handle of the riding crop. Please, Alice. I need to be whipped and fucked. I'm begging now, on my knees."

"Was it better than this in Boston?" I inserted two fingers deep into her cunt and moving them around until I heard her suck in her breath.

"She was rougher than that."

"Here's my whole hand, bitch. How does it feel to be fisted?"

"It hurts a lot, worse than what Arlene did to me. Please fuck me, Mistress."

I fist-fucked her until she screamed. Good thing my walls are soundproofed. She orgasmed, and her cunt juices flowed.

I rose to my feet and looked down at her. "Wipe your cunt off, bitch. Use the blouse you came with. It will be a souvenir of tonight."

I had to know, "Exactly what did you and Arlene do?"

"Are you sure, Mistress, that you want to hear all the details?"

I clipped a leash to the collar, pulled her to feet face-to-face with me and spoke in my most menacing voice. I found it hard to refrain from spitting in her face. She's a troublesome bitch; I ought to get rid of her.

"Tell me what happened, slut."

"She undressed me and attached clamps to my nipples."

"What next?"

"Well, she attached a chain to the nipple clamps, and then she pulled on the chain, leading me around the room like an animal."

"Did that hurt?"

"Yes, it did. You know how excited I am by the pain of having my nipples clamped and pulled on."

"Are you done with the story? Was there more?"

"She had me bend over and whipped my back and shoulders with a single-tail until I screamed. Then she reversed the whip and pushed the handle in and out of my cunt until I had to plead with her to stop."

"Did she stop at that point, or was there more?"

"She stopped, Alice. It was late and she was done with me for the evening. She ordered me to get dressed and return to my hotel. I had barely enough time to clean up and catch the flight home."

"Here's a reminder for you, for the next time you go to Boston."

I proceeded to flog her until her back, ass, and thighs were covered with angry-looking red stripes. She finally moaned, as usual, but I knew her limits and stopped just short of causing severe damage. She was trembling and crying.

"Stand up," I said. Then I kissed her swollen lips. 

"Thank you, Mistress Alice, for giving me what I deserve."

"Are you OK now?"

"Yes, I'll be ready for a full day at the office tomorrow."

"See you there."

Lydia dressed herself with trembling hands. She paused at the door. "Alice."

"What?"

"I didn't have a scene with Arlene in Boston. In fact, I didn't see her on this trip."

"Bitch!"

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Copyright 2005 by Lesly Sloan. This story may not be distributed or copied without the express permission of the author. All comments are welcome.



Bitch



© Copyright 2012, All Rights Reserved ©

Chapter One

Tom, a tall, slender man in his sixties, entered the men's dressing room and headed for his locker. He joined the YMCA a little over six months ago, mainly for the swimming pool and sauna, and had just participated in his first low impact aerobics class; it had turned out to be more of a workout than he had imagined. He stripped out of his exercise clothes, pulled on his swim trunks and headed for the wet area, picking up a washcloth along the way. Tom stopped long enough to soak the washrag in the sink and entered the sauna.

"Do you mind?" he asked the sauna's only occupant.

"Na, go ahead."

With that, Tom squeezed the water from the cloth onto the hot rocks and recoiled slightly at the hissing noise and rising steam. Instantly, the small room seemed to be ten degrees hotter.

"Peps it up, doesn't it?" Tom laughed.

"Sure does," the stranger agreed, turning his head first in one direction and then the other till it popped. "My name's Mike," he added, extending his hand.

Mike appeared to be roughly the same age as Tom but shorter and a little heavier set.

"Tom shook the proffered hand. "I'm Tom," he said, then climbed to the upper bench and took a seat.

"You're already sweating," Mike observed, "have a good workout?"

"Just did my first aerobics class," Tom explained. "It's harder than it looks but I really want to get rid of my gut, —my spare tire," he added, patting his middle.

"So I hear," Mike replied, "But the instructor looks pretty hot."

"You mean that little blond?" Tom asked.

"Yeah, the little bitty one."

"She's super-hot!" Tom agreed. "I could devour her."

"You'd like to eat her pussy, aye?"

"Oh hell yes! She's such a doll I'd do her if nothing else happened; I'd love to get those pretty little legs wrapped around my neck. - - - Wouldn't you?"

Mike thought for a second before answering. "I'd rather hold that little, blond head in my hands," he said, pantomiming his words, "move it down to my crotch and watch my dick start going in and out of her pretty little mouth."

"Yeah, that would be great, Tom concurred, closing his eyes for a moment to picture the scenario. "But I'd still want to eat her."

"If you could have it one way or the other, but not both," Mike began, "which would you choose?"

"Well, blowjobs are great," Tom allowed, "but if I had to pick just one, I'd eat that little gal's pussy till she went into a screaming orgasm!"

"Would you let her take on the role of a dominatrix and be her suck-slave for a day?"

"I've always wondered about that," Tom confessed, chortling softly, "it could be hot, I think." He pondered the situation for a long minute. "Yeah, I'd do it," he said at last. "But, not just for a day, —for an entire week!" 

"You really like giving oral, don't you?"

"Oh yeah, I've loved going down on a pretty woman ever since I was in high school," Tom admitted. "To tell you the truth, the first thing I wonder about when I see a pretty woman is what it would be like to go down on her. - - - I kind of peek at her ass if I can, or her camel toes and imagine what it would be like to get my face in it. —How about you?"

"Well, I'm kind of the exact opposite," Mike explained. "The first thing I do is look at her mouth and imagine what it would be like to slide my cock in it." He laughed. "One advantage I have over you is that I can look at her mouth all I want and not worry about getting slapped if I'm caught staring."

They both laughed and Mike continued.

"I'm not keen on eating pussy, but I LOVE getting my cock sucked! It is my favorite thing in the whole world." He chuckled softly. "Yeah, —I really love a good blowjob!"

"I like blowjobs too," Tom assured, "But I LOVE going down on a pretty woman and I always stay till the job is done . . . I guess I really am an oral guy."

"Did you ever suck a dick?"

"Hell no!" Tom snapped back. "I'm not gay, I just love eating pussy." He relaxed a little when Mile held his hands up palms out and continued. "Look, I'm a happily married guy and have always loved women."

"No offence," Mike responded.

"None taken," Tom replied, "just want to be sure you know I'm straight."

"Okay, but tell me the truth, —have you ever thought about sucking a dick?"

"Well, the doctors who study this stuff say everybody thinks about it once in a while." 

Mike thought he blushed slightly but it was hard to tell in the hot sauna.

"Doesn't mean they want to do it," Tom explained, "it's just a normal curiosity."

"So, you have thought about it . . . thought about sucking a dick?"

"Well, a few times, I guess, but everybody does."

"I never have," Mike replied. "But then I don't like using my mouth for sex, —hell I don't even like eating pussy . . . just like to have my cock sucked." He glanced at his watch. "I'd rather have a gal suck me off than fuck her any day!"

"Are you married?"

"Yeah, and my wife use to give really great head, —till she went through the change and lost interest in sex."

"Too bad," Tom observed. "My wife went through the change last year and I've been cut off ever since." He shook his head disbelievingly. "She won't even let me eat her pussy anymore."

"Got yourself a girlfriend on the side?" Mike asked.

"Na, I really love my wife and don't want to risk screwing up my marriage. How about you."

"Mike smiled wryly and shook his head. "I was doing fine for almost a year until last month when the source of my relief, —my oral provider, retired and moved out west." He chuckled softly. "Before that, I was getting two or three blowjobs a week with no strings attached."

"You didn't do anything in return; she just sucked your cock for you."

"No reciprocation of any kind," Mike assured.

"I'll bet you were sure sorry to see her go."

"Well - - - I didn't say it was a she."

Tom stared in disbelief. "You had a gay guy sucking you off?"

"Oh, he wasn't gay," Mike corrected. "He was a straight married guy who loved to give oral . . . and whose wife had cut him off." He shrugged. "Kind of like you."

"Well, if he started sucking dick, he wasn't like me," Tom responded quickly, his voice sounding strained.

"We'd been friends for years," Mike explained. "I knew he loved eating pussy so, when we both got cut off at home and he said he didn't want to take up with some strange gal, I suggested to him that if he liked eating the hole, he might love sucking the pole."

"And, he went for that?"

"Not at first; he was afraid it would make him gay," Mike said. "Then I explained to him that it doesn't matter if a guy is sucking a dick, or getting his cock sucked by a guy . . . it's the same thing."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, neither one of them is gay; they are both just horny and one is not doing anything gayer than the other, —they are both just releasing some tension." He cocked his head and looked quizzically at Tom. "Doesn't that make sense?"

"Well, I agree that neither one of them is gayer than the other."

"So, are you calling me gay for letting him suck my dick?"

"No," Tom replied, sounding nervous. "I mean, —it's not for me to judge." He thought for a moment and then asked: "Is he the only guy you've ever had suck your dick?"

"Yup," Mike replied. "Before my wife went through the change, she was one great little cocksucker, —and really enjoyed swallowing a big load of cum." He looked toward the ceiling and rubbed his crotch in fond remembrance. "She always took very good care of my horny cock so there was no need for me to have anyone else sucking me off."

"And, you didn't eat her pussy?"

"Oh, maybe once every month or so, —fucked her once or twice a week too, but most of the time she just sucked my cock for me . . . until menopause struck and ruined everything!"

"How long ago was that?"

"A little over a year, but lucky for me, Jim's wife went through the change about the same time."

"Jim is the guy who's been sucking your cock?"

"Yeah, I think it was less than two months from the time my wife stopped sucking me off till he started."

"Good timing, —and I guess you both enjoyed it," Tom observed. "I know I sure miss sex," he added remorsefully. 

"Do you want to know something else about Jim?" 

"Sure, —what?" Tom asked, almost whispering.

"He was like you in another way too; he fantasized about taking an orally submissive role and being dominated and kind of controlled. — forced to suck."

"Look, I was talking about that girl, I mean, —"

"Oh, I know," Mike said reassuringly, "but he said it took all the pressure off him giving up control. He said it was like he wasn't responsible or in charge, so all his concerns about being gay went away."

"That sounds silly," Tom retorted. "But, I guess, in a way, it does kind of make sense."

"Sure," Mike explained.. "We remained friends and equals just like we had always been, but two or three times a week, he would become my valet and undress me, —then turn into my obedient, pussy-mouthed suck bitch and service my cock for me . . . something we both thoroughly enjoyed."

"And - - - you came in his mouth?"

"Of course!" Mike said emphatically, "and he swallowed every drop."

Tom didn't respond but sat analyzing what Mike had said; it all seemed so strange to him to be talking to a man about getting his dick sucked . . . especially when there was a subliminal yet undeniable suggestion that maybe he should also suck this stranger's dick.

"For one thing, that's how I like my blowjobs to end, with me dumping my load in the cocksucker's mouth." Mike took a deep breath, blew it out and continued. "For another, during those special couple of hours a week, he was my bitch; he had no choice, no say in anything that happened. During those sessions, he was there strictly to lick and suck my cock and balls, to serve, service, please, pleasure and amuse me with his pussy-mouth and get absolutely nothing in return but a big load of goo shot in his mouth, a big wad that he knew ahead of time I would make him eat."

"Well, it all sounds very interesting," Tom allowed, "But, remember, —I'm not him."

"Oh I know," Mike hastened to assure. "Everybody's different and has different buttons," he paused and smiled broadly, "but . . . if you didn't find my story kind of interesting, —you'd have been out the door a long time ago!"

"You're an interesting guy," Tom said. "I'll give you that." He left the sauna, showered off, dressed and prepared to leave the building. He had just reached the exit when he heard a now familiar voice.

"Hey, Tom." Mike smiled at him from the open doorway to the game room. "Wanna play a little ping pong?"

He didn't know how Mike had gotten there ahead of him . . . but he had. "Why not?" Tom replied; "I used to be pretty good."

"Me too," Mike replied, "but I really haven't had anyone to play with since Jim moved away." That sardonic smile crossed his face again. "If you really enjoy the game, —maybe you can take Jim's place."

"At ping pong, you mean?"

"Sure," Mike's face broadened into a wide grin. "What else?"









Chapter Two

Tom had been back to the YMCA twice without running into Mike and had just about forgotten their protracted conversation when history repeated itself. He changed into his swimsuit after the aerobics class, soaked a washrag and entered the sauna . . . and there he was.

"Tom, how you doing?" Mike asked.

Tom felt his face flush with embarrassment though he didn't know why. After all, it was Mike who had admitted to having a homosexual relationship with another man. In fact, a prolonged homosexual relationship with session occurring two or three times a week for almost a year while Tom had remained pure as the driven snow.

"Fine," Tom replied, "how about yourself?" he squeezed water onto the hot rocks and climbed to his perch on the top bench . . . maybe a little closer to Mike than he had been during their previous conversation.

"Pretty good," Mike returned, "just horny as hell!" He began rubbing his crotch.

Tom laughed nervously. "There's a lot of that going around," he replied, trying desperately not to look at Mike's crotch, and only patricianly succeeding.

"You only beat me at ping pong by three points last time," Mike reminded, "I'd like a rematch."

"Sure," Tom agreed, glad that the conversation had not turned to sex, "any time."

"My friend Jim, —the one I told you about, called me yesterday."

"That's nice," Tom allowed. "I remember you said you two had been good friends for several years."

"Yes and we still are."

"That's good," Tom replied, beginning to feel nervous again.

"I told him about you," Mike returned. "He said you sound like a nice guy and he'd like to meet you sometime."

"What do you mean, you told him about me?" Tom asked apprehensively.

"Oh, I just told him I met a nice guy named Tom, that's all; —Remember, I am the soul of discretion." Mike laughed. "I just told him you were a very nice guy who loved to eat pussy and had been cut off at home."

"What'd he say?"

"He said I should explain to you how great it would be for both of us if you'd start sucking my cock on a regular basis . . . even greater if you did what he did and took on the role of a submissive suck bitch."

"That's not going to happen, —so put it out of your mind."

"I know, I know." Mike chuckled. "He did say; if you wanted to hear the cocksucker's opinion of that relationship, —he'd be happy to talk to you about it."

Tom was amazed. Here was a basically straight, married man who had no problems referring to himself as a cocksucker and even recommending the experience. "Well, —it would be interesting to talk to him," Tom agreed, "as long as he doesn't know who I am." 

"He's fifteen-hundred miles away!" Mike laughed. "What are you afraid of, —that he'll jump through the phone lines and call you a cocksucker?"

"Nobody can call be a cocksucker," Tom said defiantly, "I've never sucked a cock before."

That mocking, sardonic grin spread over Mike's face again. "Before when?" he asked.

"You know what I mean," Tom stammered. "I've never sucked a dick ever, —and I'm not going to start now."

"I got it," Mike assured. "You love to suck but, —you are cut off at home. You will not take up with another woman and you won't suck my perfectly safe married cock . . . so you are going to go through the rest of your life without having any sex other than jacking yourself off." He shook his head. "Is that about it?" He rubbed his crotch a little more obviously. "Tell me the truth; does that sound stupid, —or what?"

In Tom's mind, —that did sound stupid, extremely stupid, —dumber than dirt in fact. Maybe, he thought, I can hire a prostitute now and then, eat her out, and then have her give me a blow job. He caught himself glancing at Mike's hand . . . the one rubbing his crotch, and forced his eyes upward. If I can buy her, he thought, so can everyone else . . . and that puts her at high risk for STDs.

"Look," Mike began, "If I liked to suck, —I'd have no problem sucking your cock; I just don't like to suck, — in fact, I hate it!" He grimaced. "I even hate sucking pussy, —and there's no way in hell that I'm ever going to suck a dick and take a load of goo in my mouth!"

"So . . . why do you think I should do it?"

Mike thought for a few seconds. "Do you like oysters on the half-shell?" he asked.

"I love them!" Tom replied. "I can make an entire meal out of them."

"I hate them!" Mike came back. "So, —does that mean you should stop eating them?"

"Of course not, —and I see your point," Tom agreed. "Can we change the subject; this is making me kind of uncomfortable."

"Okay, but let me make one final statement," Mike agreed. "I have a cock that loves being sucked and you have a mouth that loves to suck; they are only four feet apart . . . and yet neither one is getting what it wants , what it craves." He shook his head in mock disgust. "Does it make any sense for me to have a horny cock and you to have an empty mouth?"

"We need to talk about something else," Tom said softly, "this is really kind of embarrassing me." He rubbed his brow and flipped sweat onto the hot rocks. "I mean, I'm not gay or bi, I've never sucked a cock . . . and don't plan on starting now."

"No problem," Mike returned, "But, since our last conversation, you have been thinking about sucking my cock, haven't you?"

"I'm going to swim a couple of laps to cool off," Tom, said, "then I'll give you that ping pong rematch."

"You're on."

The two left the sauna and went their separate ways.

The water temperature in the pool was a very comfortable eighty-two degrees and Tom waded in and began swimming back and forth, alternating between the breast and the back stroke, he swam four laps and then headed for the showers. After washing the chlorine out of his hair and swimsuit, he toweled dry and went to his locker. Tom was secretly glad and maybe just a little disappointed that Mike was not standing next to him naked; he was a little curious how his new, unusual friend was hung. Not that he would ever suck his dick, still . . . he wondered. Finally, he tossed his towel in the bin and walked toward the exit.

As he approached the front desk, he could see Mike chatting with the girl behind the counter and, it appeared to Tom, he was focused on watching her mouth move.

"Hey," Mike greet when Tom drew nearer, "are you ready for that ping pong rematch?"

Tom glanced at his watch. "Sure," he said, "I don't know why I'm looking at my watch; I really don't have anywhere I need to be this afternoon.

The two stepped into the game room and stopped; —there were two teenaged boys batting the little white orb back and forth on the green, wooded table.

"Why aren't those little bastards in school? Mike queried.

"Probably tourists."

"No matter; I live about five minutes from here and I have a nice table at my house."

"Well . . . . . "

"Come on," Mike said good-naturedly. "You're a big boy and besides, —rape isn't my thing."

Tom flushed with embarrassment. He felt like his manhood had been challenged and that was something he could not allow. "Fine," he said. "I'll follow you."

Mike led the way in his cream colored Mercury, chatting away on his cellphone; Tom followed in his tan Dodge Ram. Their path wound around behind the Publix Shopping Plaza and through a modest but well maintained subdivision. Finally, Mike pulled into the driveway of a single story white block home and switched off the engine; Tom pulled in behind him and did likewise.

"Here we are," Mike said, unlocking the front door and pushing it open, "welcome to my humble abode.







Chapter Three

"Very nice," Tom said as he stepped into the living room and looked around. "Is your wife home?"

"No, she works downtown and doesn't get home till round six," Mike replied. "I was talking to her on the phone on the way over here. She doesn't get off for a couple of hours and it takes her right at an hour to get home." He chuckled, put his hand on Tom's shoulder and guided him through the living room, the dining room and out onto the screened porch.

There was a bamboo sofa along one wall separating the porch from the house with small rattan end tables and matching chairs on either side. The floor tile was a brilliant, marbled shade of cerise with while grout and a five bladed Hunter Ceiling Fan hung directly over the net on the dark-green ping pong table; two paddles lay on one end of the playing surface, one pinning a white ball to the wood. Through the screen a small swimming pool could be seen in the modest back yard that was enclosed be a wooden privacy fence. Along the wall to Tom's far right a Budweiser chandelier hung over a rattan bar with four bamboo barstools parked in front of it.

"Grab a seat," Mike said, indicating the couch with a wave of his hand. "Want a beer?" 




Bitch



"Maybe one," Tom replied, sitting down on the sofa.

Mike went around behind the bar and took two longneck bottles of Budweiser out of a small fridge, screwed the caps off and dropped them into a trash can. He came from behind the bar holding both beers in one hand, picked up a barstool with the other and walked to where Tom sat on the couch. He handed Tom a beer, placed the barstool directly in front of him and sat on it . . . smiling that wry smile of his.

"Ahh, what's up," Tom asked warily.

"Nothing, I just wanted to show you something."

"What's that?"

"These are the exact positions Jim and I were in the first time he sucked my cock."

Tom breathed in sharply through his nose but neither spoke nor moved.

"You can see how perfectly my cock, —" Mike said, rubbing the crotch in his navy blue Bermuda shorts, "lines up with your face, —with your mouth." He leaned forward, took his hand off his crotch and ran a finger around Tom's lips . . . and then slid it into his mouth.

For a second, Tom was too startled to move. And then, as the reality of the situation sunk in, he pushed Mike's hand away from his face and leaned back away from it. "Hey, don't do that."

"Relax, I told you rape isn't my thing." Mike laughed warmly. "I just thought you might like to see what it felt like to be Jim the first time he sucked my cock." He chuckled. "After that first time, he sucked me off pretty much every chance he had . . . so he must have liked it; that's why I wanted to share it with you." He went back to rubbing his crotch, which was beginning to develop a slight bulge.

"Okay, I got it," Tom replied. He relaxed and came a little more forward on the sofa into a more comfortable sitting position. "But remember; I'm not Jim."

"Let me ask you a question," Mike rejoined, ignoring Tom's statement. "If you were going to eat that pretty little aerobics instructor right after she finished teaching an advanced class and was all hot and sweaty, would you want her to shower first, —or would you rather eat her all hot and dripping?"

"Well, —I've always like my women ala natural, so I definitely would NOT want her to bathe first!"

"That's what I figured," Mike said. "I think true oral people all like it kind of nasty, so I didn't bathe after coming out of the sauna, just toweled off and got dressed." He took a swig of beer before continuing. "So, —my cock will have a nice, sweaty/salty flavor . . . in case you're interested."

"That's way too much information," Tom replied, squirming around in his seat. "And, what do you mean, oral people are nasty?"

"Well, first off, you want to put your face down where your partner pisses and shits, then take their unwashed genitalia into your mouth and suck on it; that sounds kind of nasty." He took another sip from his beer; Tom did likewise. "If you're performing cunnilingus, eating pussy, you're going to wind up drinking about a cup of pussy juice before you finish. Or if you're performing fellatio, sucking a cock, you're going to get dollops of pre-cum oozing into your mouth all during the blowjob . . . which will end with big, stringy cum-wads being shot into your mouth, —goo you will eat and swallow." He smiled. "Does that sound about right?"

"Well yeah, I guess, —but it's not nasty; it's exciting."

"No, it's exciting because it's nasty . . . because it's kind of taboo, forbidden."

"That might be part of it," Tom allowed, "but your partner will really be enjoying what you're doing, you know, getting off on it, —and mood is contagious."

"Sure it is," Mike agreed. "But oral people like taking a pisser into their mouths, maybe sticking their tongues up a poop-shoot, —doing nasty things with their mouth is a big turn-on for them. Right?"

"Well, yeah, I guess so."

"Plus, for a dominant guy like you to put your face in somebody else's crotch is kind of a role reversal, kind of a submissive thing to do." He drained his beer and set the empty on the end table. "And, I'm pretty sure that adds to the excitement . . . especially if your partner really assumes the dominant role and talks dirty to you or tells you what to do. Would you agree?"

"Well . . . sure," Tom stammered. "I mean I've never experienced that but I think it would be fun and exciting and, well, stimulating, arousing, —you know, a big turn-on. I do love giving oral and that's why I said I'd rather eat that little aerobics instructor than fuck her, or even have her give me a blowjob."

"Okay, you've made my point for me."

"What point is that?"

"If you take homophobia out of the mix, —sucking the hole or sucking the pole is exactly the same thing," Mike stated flatly.

"What in the world are you talking about?" Tom asked. "How can sucking off a pretty girl and sucking off another man be the same thing?" He caught his eyes following Mike's hand as he rubbed his crotch and quickly looked away.

"The excitement comes from the taboo, the nastiness of putting your face in someone else's crotch, taking their genitals into your mouth and sucking, swallowing their juices, maybe making eye contact with them while you service them . . . being kind of submissive and a provider of their desires. Giving them pleasure by putting the nastiest part of their body in your mouth and sucking on it."

"Yeah, it sounds pretty hot when you spell it out like that," Tom agreed, feeling is own crotch begin to rise.

"Exactly! And it really doesn't matter if you're eating a pussy, or sucking on a cock, it's basically the same thing once you ditch your silly homophobic notions. Once Jim figured that out, his sex life got really good . . . and so did mine." He leaned forward and began running his finger around Tom's lips again. "You know you love using your mouth for sex, right?"

Tom nodded, —ever so slightly, but it was a nod just the same. 

Mike slipped two fingers into Tom's mouth, "Suck on 'um," he said, "close your lips and suck."

For a second, Tom did not move, and then he closed his lips around Mike's fingers and began to suck and slowly move his head back and forth.

"Ummm, that's a good bitch," Mike encouraged.

Tom trembled slightly at the word "bitch" and started to pull away; Mike put his free hand on the back of Tom's head and held it in place. Slowly, he worked his fingers into Tom's mouth until the tips were actually in his throat, —and then got to his feet.

With one of his hands on each side of Tom's face, he brought it forward and pressed it against his crotch. Tom could feel Mike's stiffening penis as he ground it against his face, dry humping him, moaning softly as he did.

"You're my bitch now and for as long as I want, until I'm through using you," Mike said. "Do you understand?"

"Okay," Tom whispered, and felt his heart begin to pound."

"The proper response is 'yes sir'," Mike corrected, tilting Tom's face up to look in his eyes.

"Yes sir," Tom replied dutifully.

"That's a good bitch." Mike smiled. "Now, be a good cocksucker and unbuckle my belt."

"You can't call me a cocksucker," Tom objected. "I've never - - - "

"Okay, bitch, I get it," Mike replied. "So . . . unbuckle my belt, you little slut."

Tom reached forward with trembling hands and began fumbling with Mike's buckle; it was different coming at it from this angle but in a few second he had it undone.

"Take it off and put in on the end table," Mike directed, "just in case I need to whip your ass with it later."

Tom swallowed hard and then did as he was told, curling the leather belt up into a nice coil before putting it on the table.

"Now," Mike directed, "unbutton my shorts and pull the zipper down nice and slow; think about what you're doing and what's waiting for you." When Tom had complied, Mike continued. "Take my shorts down to the floor and hold them while I step out of them."

Tom lowered the navy blue Bermuda shorts to reveal a white pair of BVDs with something hard pushing against them from the inside. He lowered the shorts to the floor but instead of stepping out of them, Mike pulled Tom's face forward and again ground his cock against it. After a few seconds, he allowed Tom to pull back a little and then lifted first one foot and then the other as his shorts were removed.

"Put them on the sofa next to you, bitch," Mike ordered. "Now look at my cock."

Tom did as he was told and felt a tremor run through his body. Mike's phallus had continued to grow and Tom began wondering just how big it would get. It was then he remembered; he did not know if Mike was circumcised. He studied the penis, straining to be free of its restraints, but gathered no new information. He decided that it did not matter if Mike was cut or uncut since, barring a tornado touching down in Mike's backyard, he was going to have to suck it either way. He licked his lips nervously. 

"Look in my eyes and tell me how much you want to suck my cock," Mike ordered.

Tom looked up at Mike's face. "I, - - - I, - - -ahhh,. - - "

"Still not sure, aye." Mike smiled his strange smile again. "Well, I'm sure I'm going to fuck your slut mouth. - - Okay, for now just tell me you're my bitch."

"I'm, ah, I'm your bitch."

"My suck bitch. - - - Say it, whore."

"I'm your suck bitch, your whore."

"And you'll suck whatever I tell you to. - - - say it!"

"I'll suck whatever you tell me to."

"Now, take off my underpants, bitch," Mike ordered. "I'm ready to fuck your mouth."

Tom took hold of the waistband of Mike's underpants with both hands and began slowly sliding them down. When the penis got free, it bounced up and down four or five times apparently from sheer exuberance and anticipation of what was to come. As the underpants reached the floor, Tom found his face brushing against Mike's cock and being tickled by the hairs curling outwardly from his balls. As it turned out, Mike was circumcised but with an ample amount of foreskin remaining. At last, Mike allowed Tom to remove his underpants and place them on the sofa on top of his Bermuda shorts. Tom sat staring at Mike's cock, and he could swear it was staring back.

"Do you want me to get undressed?" Tom asked, glancing up at Mike's face.

"Hell no," Mike replied. "I have no interest in doing anything with your cock; in fact I don't even want to see it." He took hold of his cock, leaned forward and slapped Tom lightly on each side of his face with it. "The only players in this game are my cock and balls, and your pussy-mouth. Got it, bitch?"

"Yes sir," Tom replied meekly. He was more nervous and embarrassed than he could ever remember being . . . but also very excited and turned-on!







Chapter Four

"Here are the rules," Mike said. "That cunt mouth of yours is my sex toy; - - - it's not your sex toy, it's mine to use anyway and everyway I want, without asking or doing anything in return. Do you understand, bitch?"

"Yes sir,"

"And, when I'm through fucking it or having it lick my balls and my cock, then it will become my cum-dumpster." He pointed his finger at Tom. "I haven't cum for a few days so I have a huge load built up; I'm going to shoot it all in your mouth, and you better not spill a drop. You have to eat my cum-wads and keep sucking my cock, nurse on it, milk out all the drops and swallow them too. Got it, slut?"

Mike was not speaking loudly or harshly but there was such an air of authority about him that, even though Tom had some misgiving about swallowing his goo, he humbly acquiesced. "Yes sir," he said timidly.

"Good," Mike returned. "Now, go get me a beer out of the fridge, bitch, and get back over here; it's time for your cock sucking lessons to begin."

Astonished at the order, Tom swung one leg up and past Mike, slid over on the couch and stood up. He walked quickly to the fridge, very aware of his accelerated pulse, removed a bottle of beer and returned to where Mike stood. He opened the beer, handed it to him and then climbed back to his former position on the sofa with his face only inches from Mike's crotch and jutting cock.

Mike took a drink of beer, placed the bottle on the end table, and then put both hands on the bar stool behind him and pushed his crotch upward and outward toward Tom. "Okay, whore, start licking my hairy balls."

Tentatively, Tom leaned forward, realizing that he had passed the point of no return, and began licking Mike's hairy, low hanging scrotum.

Mike moaned contentedly and, after several seconds, gave new instructions. "Alright, you nasty slut, use your hands and see if you can get both my balls in your mouth at the same time, but be very careful not to hurt me."

Tom began working to carry out the new order. Finally, exercising great care not to cause pain, Tom got both of Mike's testicles in his mouth. His cheeks were bulging out on both sides, Mike's cock was lying across the length of his face and he was sure he looked like a jazz trumpeter blowing high C, but he had accomplished it.

Mike looked down at him and laughed. "You really look silly, bitch." He laughed again. "You look like a chipmunk, -- a big faggot chipmunk with your cheeks full of my nuts. Now, hum a real low frequency hummmmmmmmmmm and make my balls vibrate; it'll stimulate them to make more cum for me to shoot in your cum-dumpster mouth and make you eat."

Tom, a life-long baritone, pushed his range to the maximum and produced a long, sustained hum that vacillated between low C and the B-Flat below that.

"Oooo! Good job, bitch," Mike said. "Now, take my cum-filled balls out of your mouth; it's time to drain them, - - - suck 'um dry and swallow the goo." He pointed at his cock. "But first, there's a big drop of pre-cum on my slit you need to lick off."

Tom let the fur-ball that was Mike's nut-sack slide out of his mouth, moved his head back and looked at the Mikes cock. It appeared to be approximately seven inches long, a little thicker than average with a big drop of opaque goo glistening on the tip. It looked very nasty to him and he instinctively pulled away from it.

Mike stood up straight, reached out and took Tom by the hair with one of his hands. "Lick it off, you nasty bitch, and swallow it. - - - You don't have to like it; - - - you just have to do it." He pulled Tom's head forward.

Though slightly repulsed, Tom allowed his head to be pulled forward till his mouth was less than an inch from the glob of goo on the end of Mike's dick. He steeled himself for the task at hand and began licking the head of Mike's cock, bringing the continually oozing drops of goo into his mouth and swallowing them.

"That-a boy," Mike encouraged. "Now, bitch, put your hands down now and try to take my cock into your mouth without using them."

Tom felt a wave of apprehension sweep over him. He had never had a cock in his mouth and, therefore, could not be considered a cocksucker. Now, he was being asked, ordered, to change all that, to take another man's penis into his mouth and suck on it till it squirted big globs of goo and filled his mouth nasty semen and sperm.

"Come on, you sleazy cunt, it's a challenge," Mike encouraged. "You try to get my cock in your mouth, and I will twitch it and make it hard for you. It will be kind of like bobbing for apples, only bobbing for cock. Do you think you can handle it, bitch?" Mike knew this ruse was more likely to get his cock in Tom's mouth than just asking or telling him to suck a cock for the first time in his life. He waited.

Tom thought about it for a few seconds, and then lunged forward, trying to capture Mike's rigid cock with his wide-open mouth. Mike twitched his penis; the head rose three inches and poked Tom just below his left eye. The next four attempts brought about similar results with Tom being poked, stuck or jabbed in both eyes and his nose twice. On his sixth try, he feinted a lunge, pulled back and then raised his head high and dropped it down, engulfing the entire head Mike's penis and the first inch below it.

Mike's hand instantly shot out and came to rest on the back of Tom's head. "Oooo, clever bitch," he congratulated, "Now - - - suck!"

For a moment, Tom remained motionless, then he began sucking and rolling his tongue around on the cock head. Mike had told the truth; his cock did have a fairly strong salty, sweaty flavor. He was also right in that Tom found it more of a turn-on than a turn-off.

Mike sat down, took Tom's head in both hands and began moving it up and down, jacking himself off with Tom's sucking mouth. "Ahhhh, that's a good cocksucker," he sighed.

Tom tried to object. "Hummm – Ummm" he intoned with Mike's cock still in his mouth.

"I know you've always said you weren't a cocksucker, because you've never sucked a cock," Mike soothed. "But, my cock is in your mouth, - - and you are sucking on it," he said, stating the obvious. "So, - - - at this moment in time, you are most definitely a cocksucker. Right? - - - Now, - hum your answer without stopping what you are doing, - you cocksucker."

"Ummmm Hummmm," Tom replied, feeling simultaneously extremely embarrassed, - - and incredibly turned-on."

"And, you're going to suck my cock anytime I want, for as long as I want, as often as I say and in whatever position I tell you, - - right, bitch? - Now, look me in the eye when you answer me."

Tom forced himself to make eye contact with Mike while continuing to bob up and down on his cock. "Ummmm – Hummmm."

"That's a good cocksucker," Mike acknowledged, patting Tom on the head. He leaned forward, picked up his beer and took a long pull. "Two of man's favorite things, a beer and a blowjob." He chuckled and took another sip. "Really great when they are combined. Right, cocksucker?" He burped loudly and continued. "Well, I guess you have to be the one receiving a blowjob, not the slut with some guy's dork in his mouth to combine the two of them; - - I guess it would be kind of hard to drink a beer when you have some a man's cock pumping your mouth and you're slurping away on it. Isn't that right, cocksucker?"

"Ummmm Hummmm" Tom replied, feeling extremely degraded and wondering why he tolerated it, - - - why he was actually kind of enjoying the degradation.

For the next few minutes, Tom sucked, made slurping noises and did everything he could to pleasure Mike's cock, and stimulate his erotic mind at the same time."

"Okay, cocksucker, let's work on your deep-throating now." With that, Mike took Tom's head in his hands and lined it up so that there was a straight line from the base of his cock, to its tip, to Tom's lips and on to his Adam's apple. He ran his fingers around Tom's lips a few times while Tom was still sucking on his cock. "Now lick my cock up and down and make sure it is all nice and wet . . . and slippery . . . so it will be easy to slide it all down your throat. You do want to deep throat my cock for me, - - even it's hard for you to do at first, - - don't you?"

"Mmmmm, - - -?"

"Well, whether you enjoy it or not, you will follow my orders and do it anyway won't you? You'll swallow my entire cock, just to please and pleasure me, right?"

"Ummm Hummm,"

"Okay, now try to slide all the way down on my cock and lick my balls," Mike said. "But don't focus on my cock or you might gag; focus on licking my balls and you will probably be able to get all of my cock down your throat . . . now, stick your tongue out as far as you can, try to hold your throat open, and go for it."

Tom had never been deep-throated, but had always wondered about it. Now, instead of getting it, he was going to be the one doing it. He stuck his tongue out, concentrated on holding his throat wide open and focusing completely on licking Mike's testicles. He got his tongue flicking across Mike's scrotum before he gagged and chocked. He recoiled but Mike grabbed the back of his head and only allowed him to back up till the cock head was in the center of his mouth,

"Very good, bitch," Mike said, praising his initial effort. "With a little practice, you are going to make a great cocksucker." He laughed. "And, nice guy that I am, I'm going to let you spend a lot of time with my cock in your mouth, practicing." He gently urged Tom's head forward again. "Try going all the way down on it again; just stick out your tongue, hold your throat open and concentrate on licking my balls."




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This time Tom was able to lick Mike's furry nut sack for several seconds before he started to choke a little.

"That's enough for now," Mike said. "Someday I'll have you give me a complete blowjob, then a little later suck me again and, when my cock is not quite this hard, we can spend time working on your deep throat techniques." He scooted back in the chair a little. "Don't worry, I'm going to help you become a really first class cock sucking slut," he assured. "But, right now I'm horny and I want to shoot you a load. Do you want me to cum in your mouth, bitch?"

"Hummm Ummmm," Tom answered as best he could with Mike's big dick in his mouth. "Hummmmm Ummmm," he repeated, shaking his head for "no".

"That's too bad," Mike replied, "because you know I'm going to shoot all my nasty goo in your mouth, don't you?"

Tom had never felt more humiliated, like more of a slut. He felt Mike's hands on the back of his head, holding it in place and knew he was serious.

"You know I'm going to do it, don't you, bitch?"

"Ummm Hummmm," Tom replied in something between a hum and a whimper.

"Do you want to eat my cum-wads, swallow all my goo?"

"Hummm Ummm, Hummm Ummmm," Tom replied pleadingly.

"Perfect!" Mike said. "Then I'm going to enjoy making you do it even more." He moaned loudly. "Oooo, I'm getting close," he gasped. "Here it comes; don't you dare spill a drop. I want you to eat it all, understand, cocksucker?"

"Ummm Hummm,." Tom began sucking harder and bobbing his head up and down faster and faster.

"Here it comes, bitch," Mike announced excitedly, grabbing Tom's head firmly in both hands.

A huge rope of cum spurted out of Mike's cock into Tom's mouth. If he had not been expecting it, he might have gagged on it, but he was able to swallow it just before a second squirt filled his mouth again.

"Eat my cum you cock sucking whore!" Mike demanded. Four more large squirts shot into Tom's mouth, causing him to swallow rapidly. "Eat it, bitch," Mike commanded, "now you're a cock sucking whore and a cum-eating slut, - - - aren't you?"

"Ummm Hummm," Tom responded humbly. There was no denying it. He was suckling on Mike's big cock and it was still ejaculating, oozing large quantities of nasty cum in his mouth; he was nursing on it, milking it dry and swallowing every drop.

"Stay down on it a couple of minutes," Mike directed, "It still feels good and I want to make sure you swallow every drop." He began gently playing with Tom's ears. "Besides, you've finally found the place where you belong . . . with your face in my crotch and my cock in your mouth. Isn't that right, bitch?"

"Ummm Hummmm," Tom moaned submissively.

"I've decided to have you suck me off regularly," Mike said. "I think I'll have you give me three blowjobs a week for the first month or so. By then, you should have deep throating down to a science and be one of the best cum-eating cock suckers in the state."

Tom sat leaning forward on the sofa with Mike's cock in his mouth, the taste of his cum still strong on his tongue . . . and he knew: - - Like it, - want it, - or not, - - - Mike had just made him his bitch and could use his mouth anytime he wanted, as often as he wanted and all without asking or doing anything in return.

"I'm not going to the gym tomorrow," Mike said. "Make sure you can find your way back because you'll have to come straight over here to suck me off. Okay?"

"Ummm Hummm," Tom replied, swallowing the last bit of ooze from Mike's cock."

"Good; be here at noon," Mike instructed, "I'll have a big load to feed you. Okay bitch?"

" - - - - - Ummmm Hummmm." 



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'I am ready, Sir.' I texted on my cell phone. 'Room 28.' A few moments later, the cell phone pinged and a return message appeared.

'You know what to do -- I'll be there very soon.'

I took a shuddering breath and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. An angry frown marred the soft made up sissy face looking back at me, framed as it was by dark straight hair that framed my face. I checked the power blue eye shadow and black eye liners for flaws. They were as perfect as I could make them after long hours of practice, as were the bright pink, pouty lips outlined in a thin, dark pencil line around them.

I let out the breath in a long sigh as I looked down, seeing the soft, black lace bra that stretched firmly over my small girly titties. I sucked my breath back in as I ran my fingers over the hard sensitive nipples, feeling and seeing a slight blush color my face thinking how I'd taken the hormones to get them. Stupid really. Boys don't have titties like a young girl. I tried to think what had possessed me to take them in the first place. The thought of what it would feel like to have little breast for guys to play with while they abused me as I stoking my little sissy cock one night I think. Whatever the reason I now had them. What I hadn't expected was the problem hiding them as they grew, or the feeling of shame as they developed.

I ran my finger down my flat tummy, fingering the waistband of the black lace crotchless panties and the black lace garter belt hugging me around the waist. I knew I looked like a total slut with them and the smoke black, lace topped stocking tugging at the garter straps. I knew I was a little taller than my 5' - 8" now in my 4" strappy black high heel shoes. I shivered again, knowing I look like a complete slut dressed like this, but that is what the man wanted.

The steel snap hooks locking the wrist cuffs rattles softly as I reached up to smooth an arched eyebrow one more time, seeing the bright pink finger nail polish as well. I looked at the wrist cuff for a moment, then down to the ankle cuffs around each ankle. Soon I'd be kneeling in the center of the room with them hooked together and for a moment, I wanted to run. Where I didn't know dressed like this, but I didn't. This was what I wanted... no craved and the man was about to make it happened... again.

I supposed all this started in high school where I was the wimpy looking kid with long hair in a tangled mass on my head. All the bigger, older kids picked on me and the jocks beat me up every so often and called me a dirty little faggot for letting my hair grow that long.

One guy in particular, Derrick, loved to go out of his way to bully me, making my last year of high school a living hell. He'd grab his dick in the shower and wave it at me just to see me blush, saying ...hey faggot you want some of this meat in your mouth?... He and the other guy would laugh when I turned away and hid my tears in the shower water. The towel snaps left my butt stinging and red, my face as red with humiliation, but that wasn't the worse part.

Sometimes Derrick would half chase me home as he lived on the same block as me in the housing estate, shouting, run little faggot. Run fast before I catch you... Then one day he did catch me, in the park. This was a short cut home for me and mostly I didn't have any trouble. I knew that guys used the trees and dense shrubbery that dominated the center of the park as a place to go and make out, but only after dark.

That was the trouble. I had to stay late at school one afternoon and by the time I got out it was getting dark. I didn't think much about it was a walked home until I passed near the tree line.

"Hey little faggot. Get the fuck over here." I froze in place, recognizing the voice.

"W... what..." Seeing Derrick leaning against a tree.

"If I have to come over there and get you, I'll beat the shit out of you."

"What... no, please."

"Then get your faggot ass over here." 

I hesitated, desperately wanted to run, but knew if I did he'd catch me and he'd probably beat me up even worse. Dragging my feet, I slowly walked towards him, almost crying. When I got closer, he reached out, grabbed my arm, and dragged me deeper into the trees and bushes. Once we were well out of sight from any one walking passed he pushed me against a large tree, pinning me there and slapped my across the face.

"I told you I'd get you little faggot."

"W... what do you mean?" I sobbed, the left side of my face stinging from the slap.

"Unless you want me to beat the crap out of you every day from now on, you are going to get down on your knees and suck my cock."

"WHAT! No... you wouldn't." I blubbered. He slapped my across the face again.

"Are you deaf sissy bitch? I said that unless you want me to beat the living crap out of you every day from now on you'll get down on your knees and service my cock." I couldn't believe he'd say something like that to me. I was stunned... he couldn't be serious... could he? Then he unzipped his pants, took out his semi hard cock, and showed me.

"On your knee faggot. I'm going to fuck your sissy fag mouth with my nice big cock."

"Oh god! No... please... I'm not a fag..." I blubbered.

"I don't give a shit. You're going to suck my cock anyway."

"Noooo... Pease!" I begged.

"Then I'm going to beat the crap out of your everyday until you do."

"God no... please... don't beat me up any more." I pleaded.

"You going to get down on your knees and suck my cock?" I looked up at him, pleading him with my eyes.

"Promise not to beat me up any more..." I couldn't believe I was saying it.

"Deal. Suck me off till I cum in your mouth and I promise not to beat you up any more, sissy fag." He laughed as he said it.

"Don't tell anyone I did it... please." I begged. He laughed again.

Fuck no. I want you all to myself. Lets the other guys get their own cock sucking sissy faggot. With tears of shame running down my face I dropped to my knees and he immediately grabbed me by the hair and shoved his cock head against my lips. I shuddered in discussed, smelling his manhood and pee.

"Open your fucking mouth bitch and lick the head of my cock." There was something slick and musky smelling on the tip of his cock, and he ran the head back and forth over my lips. 

"Fuck yeah, sissy lip gloss. Just what you need. Now lick."

With tears running down my face, I put my tongue out and started licking the head of his cock. It was horrible, vile and shamefully dirty and even as I licked, he pulled my hair and head forward and shoved the head of his cock into my mouth.

"That's it bitch, wrap your lips around the shaft of my cock and start sucking." I sobbed in shame and did what he ordered as spikes of pure humiliation shot through me.

I couldn't believe this was happening to me, or why I was letting it happen. Derrick was now grunting in pleasure as he fucked my mouth, slowly pushing his cock deeper inside with each thrust. My jaw hurt from being stretched open so far to accommodate his fat cock, and my hair hurt from him holding and pulling on it.

"Oh yes... what a good little cock sucking faggot bitch you are... keep sucking me you filthy faggot... yeah! Fucking A! Suck me bitch." The head of his cock hit the back of my throat and I gagged, but he didn't stop. It only seemed to egg him on more.

"That's it faggot, choke on my cock... Ohhh fuck!!!" With one last thrust, he shoved his cock in as far as he could and erupted into my mouth. "Oh fuck yes... suck all that nasty cum out of my cock, you pathetic faggot bitch... swallow it... swallow it all."

Not that I had much choice as most of his cum shot straight down my throat, almost making me choke. The rest filled my mouth and I couldn't believe someone could shoot the much cum; I never had in my life.

"That's it, swallow it bitch." 

I shook my head and tried to say no, but he jerked my head back before I could say anything and pinched my nose. It only took a second for me to open my mouth to gasp for breath, and when I did, Derrick's cum slid down my throat. It was so horrible I started crying again. He finally let go of my hair and pushed me to the ground, laughing as he tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped them up.

"Not bad your first time, bitch. You'll do better next time, won't you?" He patted me on the top of my head. I felt ashamed even to look up at him. He meant to use me again.

"You take care of my cock and I promise not to beat you up any more, or tell anyone. I'll also make sure the other guys don't bully you either." He must be feeling a little guilty about what he'd done to say that, but I simply nodded, unable to say anything.

"Go home sissy fag and clean yourself up. You're a fuck mess, and wipe that cum off your chin or someone will know you've been sucking cock."

With that, he pushed off between the bushes and quickly vanished in the tress whistling some odd tune. I just knelt there for a while, angrily wiping his cum off my chin. Wrapping my arms around my dirty knees, I sat there and cried.

Derrick used me a lot after that first time, but as he promised, neither he nor the other guys beat me up. A far as I could tell he'd never told anyone else what he was doing to me. One time he told me to get a pair of panties and a skirt from somewhere and be wearing them when he came to this place in the woods. The first time I didn't and he pushed me over a downed tree, ripped my pants and underpants down and whipped my butt with a thin, whippy branch. That hurt a lot and I cried as my hot shame filled tears dripping on his fat cock as I sucked him off.

The worse day was when he ordered me to be here, fully dressed in panties, bra, skirt, blouse and pink lipstick and to wait there with the front of my skirt pulled up to show my panties off. That was when he bend my over the fallen tree and raped me. Thankfully, he used some sort of lube so the pain was minimal. It was the feeling of shame and humiliation that made me cry, knowing it was my fault for doing what he ordered and letting it happen. I was now his bitch. So, here I was, almost ten years later, dressed up like a sissy bitch waiting for another man to come and use me. This time I knew it was going to be worse, and yet I couldn't stop myself from doing it.

Swishing out into the hotel bedroom, I walked to the door and unlocked it so he could just walk in. I then went and knelt down at the end of the bed and placed the ball gag in my mouth and tightening the head strap around my head tightly so I couldn't spit it out. The blindfold came next, sobbing softly as I plunged into darkness. By feel, I hooked the wrist and ankle cuffs together with snap rings, effectively trapped myself like this so I wouldn't have any opportunity to resist, no matter what he did to me. I could, with a little difficulty, get the snap ring off, but it usually took me all of ten minutes not being able to see behind my back.

This was Derrick's fault, he'd turned me into a crossdressing faggot sissy bitch, and no matter how hard I tried after my family moved away that summer, I couldn't stop thinking about what he'd done to me. I found myself jacking off thinking about it first, thinking about the horrible, dirty feeling of shame and humiliation I'd felt. It shouldn't have turned me on, but it did. I ended up crossdressing in secret, spanking myself, using a dildo to fuck myself in front of a mirror so I could watch. In the end I found I couldn't stop, and the only relief was then I moved out on my own. Now I could dress and tie myself up for hours on end with a soft dildo in my mouth and another buried deep in to sissy cunt. I even tried finding a spanking machine so I could get spanked while tied up as well, but I never found one. In the end, I knew I needed a man to do all the things I craved, just like Derrick had, and at last finding one on line. Now I was here, dressed like a sissy faggot bitch, Blindfolded, gagged, and tied up ready to be humiliated and abused by a strange man the way I wanted.

I heard the door open, then close and lock, his footsteps on the carpet. The flash of a cell cam penetrated around the edge of the blindfold, sobbing softly as he took photos of me. Now I really started to feel pathetic. So far, he hadn't uttered a word, but then again he didn't need to. He'd told me what he was going to do to me on line, and I'd agreed. Maybe he thought it was a trap, or that I was not for real. Now he knew different.

Without a word, he simply picked me up, threw me onto the bed, and forced me back into the kneeling position. I felt him touching my wrist and ankle cuffs, as if examining them, until I heard the clicks. I shivered as my exploring finger felt the padlocks he'd locked through each of the rings; know that I was really trapped now. A shiver run up my body, fear, anticipation, I wasn't sure what but it was something I hadn't expected. A finger touched my chin, pushing up, and I lifted my head as a soft sob escaped around the ball gag. 

The touch of something cold and rough being placed around my neck send another shiver running up my body as he buckled and then locked a collar around my throat thereby making me his bitch. He them forced my head down onto a pillow and I suspected what he was going to do next. I was right when he became spanking me with what felt like a wide leather strap. It hurt and I squealed around the gag into the pillow, knowing that no one outside of the room would hear my muffled screams as he beat me even harder. By the time he'd finished I was a sobbing, whimpering wreck, unable to resist when he lifted my head and pulled the ball gag out. 

I only just managed to get my breath before he roughly forced him thick cock into my mouth. I breathed as deeply as I could as he fucked his way deep into my mouth and down my throat. Gasping for breath each time he pulled out. I no longer gagged, as I'd practice a lot with the dildo in my mouth while tied up. I heard him moan as he continues to fuck my mouth hard and fast, keeping my bright pink pouty lips wrapped tightly around the shaft of his cock like a good little dirty little cock sucking sissy fag slut should. It was exhilarating, shameful and humiliating all at the same time, and I was strangely happy. 

All those horrible, wonderful dirty feeling I'd felt when Derrick fucked my mouth all those years ago came rushing back to me again, and like an obedient little bitch he'd made me I sucked as hard as I could. I heard him groan louder, feeling his cock head slipping in and out of my throat, hoping, praying he shot his load. He didn't, he simply pulling his cock out with a loud pop as I continued to suck. I wanted his thick cock in my mouth, and almost started pleading with him to continue, but he didn't. 

He must have placed my sideway, as I felt him move around behind me and pulled my legs open wide. I knew what I was going to feel next. The head of his big cock at the entrance of my boy cunt. I gasped as three fingers went in first, knowing he'd find it slippery from lube, ready and waiting for his cock. Then I felt it, hard, probing and with a quick hard thrust he had the head of his cock inside me. I moaned like a cheap ally slut then, tears of pain and pleasure running down my face. His hands gripped my hips, tight, commanding as he rammed his cock all the way inside me.

"Ohhhhh fuck... yesssss." I moaned.

He took me then, fucked me hard, almost brutally, demanding my total submission to his cock. I lowering my head to the bed and lifting my ass for him to fuck harder and deeper. He did, hearing him grunt and groan in pleasure as he fucked me like a dirty bitch. I started bucking back on his thrusts, giving myself to him and his wonderful cock. In all he must have fucked me for ten minutes before he drove his cock all the way inside me and held it there, feeling it pulse as he shot his cum deep inside me. All I could do was thrust back, moaning and squealing in pleasure. I was a slut, a dirty little crossdressing sissy homo faggot slut and I craved his wonderful thick 8 inch cock fucking my boy cunt over and over again.

"Ummm good fuck." He muttered as he gasped for breath, hearing the soft rasp of a zipper as he put his cock away. 

"What a great little obedient cock sucking bitch you turned out to be. I like that." There was something odd in the tone of his voice that started to make me nervous. His finger stroked the side of my face for a moment, and without warning, he pulled the blindfold off. I blinking, trying to get my eye in focus as I looked up at his face.

"Nice to see you again, Kevin. Been a while." He laughed. It was a laugh I recognized rather than the face. It felt as if my heart stopped. "Oh god!" D... Derrick!" I spluttered, shaking as a cold shiver ran over me. It was Derrick, an older and heavier Derrick

"Hello bitch. I see you still remember me." His smile wasn't nice. I futilely jerked at the cuffs, sobbing as I remembered he'd lock them on me, understand now why.

"Took me a while to find you, but now I have, we can carry on where we left off."

"W...what do you mean?" I had a sinking feeling as if a large ice-cold rock was sitting in my chest and slowly sinking into the pit of my stomach.

He laughed as he emptied my wallet I'd hidden under the mattress. Everything went into his pocket, my money, credit cards, driving license. The rest he tore up and dumped into the garbage can along with the now empty wallet.

"You cost me a lot of many back then you know. I almost had you ready to start pimping you out. All dressing up like a high school bitch and waiting for me in the woods with your skirt pulled up to show off your faggy panties."

"W... what," I swallowed hard, "what do you mean... about the money?"

"Oh that. Well pimping you out as a sissy fag high school bitchboy was easy. I had lots of nasty old men all lined up to fuck your tight sissy fag ass and mouth for money, but your family up and moved and I had to pay the money back with interest."

"Y... you mean..." I shuddered at the thought, "you mean you were going to turn me into a whore?"

"Oh no Kevin, you were already my sissy bitch whore, I was just going to start making some serious money of your mouth and ass."

"But... but you couldn't," I protested, "I would have told!"

"No you wouldn't, not unless you wanted your parents and friend to see the photo I took of you, all dressed up and sucking cock." I dropped my head, unable to answer for a moment. He was right. I would have done anything for him rather than my family and friends seeing photos of me like that.

"Please Derrick..." I said. My last sobbing plea for him to stop.

"Oh no bitch, you've got a debt to settle and I mean to collect."

"Please no!"

"Yeah. I arranged for someone to clean out that shitty apartment of yours and dump all that crap you call furniture. Your clothes go to Goodwill and probably some of the other junk." All I could do was sob and shake my head. "That piece of crap car you drive is already on its way to the junk yard for scrap and I phone your Boss and told him you'd quite and that he could take his shitty job and shove it up his ass."

"Oh god!" He was stripping me of everything. "But... but what about me?"

"You? Why you are going to stay here a while and earn me some money. The owner of this place is a friend of mine and owes me big time."

"Earn you money?" My mind refused to think what he was talking about.

"Yeah, you're going to be turned trick like a proper little whore from now on, and your first 'john' is already on his way up. I figure you will earn me about a grand or better a week fucking and sucking cock the way you do."

"Oh god no!" Picking up the ball gag, Derrick walk towards me. 

"Open your mouth bitch." Not that I had much choice no matter how much I struggled he forced my mouth open and stuffed the gag between my teeth. All I could do was look up at him with pleading eyes, futilely begging him to release me. There was a knock at the door then, and when Derrick opened it two big black guys walked in. I moaned around the gag. Just looking at them made me shudder.




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"Hi, this the faggot whitey bitch you want us to break in? One asked.

"Yeah. If she gives you any trouble, spank her butt for a while, she likes that and get very obedience. No marks on her face. She's going to be an uptown bitch for a while." They grinned hearing that. "As I said, she's new, so you get a cut rate of $500 each for the weekend. Shouldn't take more than three - four days to break the bitch in. 

"She'll be begging to suck our big black cocks by then." Both laughed as they undressed and I saw the size of their cocks.

"Order room service as you need it," Derrick looked at me a moment, "the bitch won't need any food, just water, seeing how she's going to have her belly full of cum." Derrick laughed as he walked out the door.

To my everlasting shame the guys was wrong. It didn't take four days to break me in; it only took two before I was begging them to fuck me. Groveling on my hands and knees, kissing and licking their big beautiful black cocks. Moaning and squealing like a cheap whore as the fucked me at the same time, one at each end. Derrick had been right all along, I just didn't know it. I was a crossdressing sissy fag whore and I loved it. 

THE END



Bitch



I am sure that some of the matters of inheritance described below would not be legal in some places, but for the sake of the story and in this particular fictional jurisdiction - they are!

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Jade murmured with pleasure as the tip of Luke's tongue started to lap at her clitoris. There was a lot to be said for the inexperienced enthusiasm of a younger lover and Luke, nineteen years her junior at just twenty, was certainly that, as was his friend Ben, who knelt beside them and watched with eyes bright with arousal and a rock hard cock twitching in anticipation. Luke and Ben were far from the first young men to have shared her, and she was determined that they would not be the last.

As the beautiful wife of one of the town's richest industrialists, men of all ages and some women too, all vied for her attentions. At first she was true to her marriage vows, but as time went on and his business took up more and more of Geoffrey's time she began to stray, losing her conscience along with her panties as she started to look for sex outside of what had always really been a marriage of convenience. She had never really loved him, but she had initially respected him - sort of.

Her social status meant that she could pick and choose her lovers, flitting from one to another, discarding them as soon as they began to bore her so as to move on to the next. In this way she adorned her husband's head with the cuckold's horns an average of once a week, often more, reasoning that because he was so much older he couldn't possibly satisfy her appetites, and besides, he was always too busy acquiring the wealth that she spent so freely. He had even, unwittingly, paid for the lease on the small but well appointed apartment in the neighbouring town that she used as her extra-marital boudoir and where she now sprawled naked for Luke to enjoy. In theory and in partial truth it was the office for her charitable work with local young offenders, charitable work that had supplied more than a few of her sexual partners, though she was always careful to be sure they were all of a legal age. Jade had become a predatory cougar who had no conscience whatever about how she used her position.

Jade wasn't her baptismal name. She had changed it as soon as she figured that Janet particularly memorable, and that being saddled with such an ordinary name would not help her get the wealth and influence that she believed should be hers by right. Not that she ever had any intention of working her way up the social hierarchy by hard graft of course - that was way below her. Instead she had always intended to use her feminine charms to worm her way up the ladder, and it must be said that in this nature had dealt her a winning hand in that respect. Tall and naturally slender, she had been given raven black wavy hair, milky white flawless skin and the most piercing pale blue eyes, and all this on top of a figure to die for.

It was hardly surprising therefore that when she first met Geoffrey Shannon, already a wealthy businessman and twenty something years older than her own nineteen years, she would make sure he fell for her. And fall he did. There was soon very little he wouldn't do for his dark haired beauty, and there was very little she didn't invite him to do for her, including marry her. By her twentieth birthday Jade Shannon had access to almost everything her heart desired, money, position, and luxury. She used Geoffrey and his wealth unashamedly for her own ends, telling a shocked friend who once asked about her avarice that she would "have the shirt off of his back if she thought he wouldn't notice." It was a remark would come back later to bite her.

There was only one thing that she didn't get from her marriage and that was the bedroom athlete she needed. The much older Geoffrey loved her and made love to her as he had always believed a husband should, gently and considerately, bringing her to orgasm with tongue or fingers before taking any pleasure himself. But Jade didn't want that. She needed raw and imaginative sex, or to put it in her own words - she needed to be fucked, hard and often. Younger men, and the occasional younger woman, fitted that bill so much better. 

This was especially true at the moment when an ill health was significantly reducing Geoffrey's libido and his virility, and so she had sought other outlets for her passionate nature more and more frequently. She wasn't sure what Geoffrey's illness was. Geoffrey wasn't the sort of man to seek sympathy and Jade was not the sort of woman to dispense it, and so she hadn't bothered to enquire. All she knew was that he was worried about it; but then he was worried about everything. She wasn't concerned for herself; she knew nothing about business but if the worst came to the worst her preference would be to sell what she inherited and live on the substantial proceeds. Her only problem was that ill health meant that he was spending more time at home than he ever used to and she had to be rather more careful about her increasingly numerous affairs. In fact today was the first time in nearly a fortnight that she had been able to get away for more than an hour or so, and she was determined to make the best use of her time with the two new conquests. 

'Oh, that's good.' She told Luke. 'Just a bit longer and harder would be nice though.'

She sighed deeply as he followed her instruction, the flat of his tongue pressed against her slit, licking rather than lapping.

'Yes.' She smiled. 'That's just right.'

She settled back to enjoy his efforts, a bolt of pleasure running through her each time his tongue reached her clit, and gazed around, fastening her eyes on Ben's cock, still bobbing before him as he knelt on the bed beside her. Her hand reached out, fingers closing around his shaft, feeling the heat of his arousal. She had enjoyed Luke's cock a number of times, but this was the first time Ben had joined in, and this was the first time she had held his manhood. She savoured the sensation. It was so long and so hard, she was going to enjoy having it deep inside her but meanwhile she just played with him, running her fingers along his length and under his balls, cupping them and squeezing them before returning to stroke his shaft once more, taking care not to take him too far and have him come over her hand.

As she lay there a stray thought passed through her mind, wondering if Geoffrey was ever going to be well enough again to do it to her again. She wasn't going to be too worried if he wasn't, but he was her husband after all and she should be getting something from him besides money. But then growing warmth in her pelvis told her of an impending climax causing her to concentrate on the effects of Luke's busy tongue, and as her orgasm flooded through her all thoughts of her husband were washed away in the torrent.

For a minute or so she lay there, just getting her breath back and allowing her heartbeat to settle back to normal, and then she rolled over and scrambled onto her hands and knees, presenting her bottom towards Luke.

'Fuck me right now, Luke, give me a good fucking.'

As Luke shuffled into position behind her she looked across at Ben, still knelt impatiently at her side like some excited puppy.

'Don't worry.' She told him. 'You'll get your turn.' 

He nodded eagerly just as the tip of Luke's cock found her entrance, making her smile at how good the day was becoming.

She had asked Luke to give her a good fucking and that is just what he did, grasping her hips hard and pulling her back onto his cock as he rammed it up her, making her gasp as his belly slammed against her buttocks. This was just what she needed, a fuck that jolted and shook her, almost bruising her bottom with a young man's strength. If only he had the staying power to match, she thought when she felt him gather himself ready to smash into her as he came all too soon. 

She was nowhere near to coming again when she felt him grip harder onto her hips and give an animal like grunt. He shoved himself as deeply into her as he could and held himself there, pushing hard against her as his cock twitched each time a spurt of his cream jetted into her. 

She loved it, loved the feel of him inside her, and loved the little jerks of his cock as he came. She even loved the illicit knowledge that she had allowed a man other than her husband to take her and flood her womb with his cum. 

Today she was going to let another man do it too, when Ben fucked her. That should bring her off again, she hoped, especially as the thought of being taken by two men in turn always gave her a buzz. One day, she promised herself, she would find some way to get herself gangbanged without any chance of Geoffrey finding out, and then she could have one man after another shoot his load inside her. She'd never done it so far, but she wanted to, with as many as she could. But on this occasion she would have to make do with just two. 

Luke had slipped from her pussy, sitting back on his haunches while he tried to get his breath back. She frowned, wanting him to move and let Ben take his place.

'Shift over, Luke.' She told him. 'You're in Ben's way.'

'Sorry.' Luke answered, still shiny with sweat and panting as he slid from the bed.

Ben correctly interpreted that as his invitation and scrambled into Luke's place, lining himself up behind Jade with the urgency that only a young man about to have sex with an older woman for the first time can exhibit.

'That's it, do it.' Jade urged him on, wanting to feel him inside her, wanting to come again.

The tip of his cock found her wet pussy and easily slid inside. She waited as he shuffled himself into a comfortable position, took hold of her hips and pushed. His cock went deep into her, sliding effortlessly into her slippery, cum filled passage and made her gasp with pleasure. It was long, definitely longer than Luke's, and long enough for her to imagine she felt it butt up against her cervix. He settled himself and then began to fuck her, thrusting in and out, setting up an easy rhythm, long swinging strokes of his cock pistoning into her and each one sending a wave of pleasure through her body. She just knelt there and took him, enjoying her infidelity. Ben was going to be a good fuck and a good find, she could tell. 

It wasn't long before her orgasm was creeping up on her, building and building until it exploded, making her groan and shudder under it's power, while all the time Ben carried on with his inexorable thrusts, making her climax last and last. Even when it was over and she knelt with her head hanging, her legs and arms trembling and her heart trying to beat it's way out her chest, he still powered into her, rocking her back and forth as he fucked her, with no sign yet of his own climax.

The continuous fucking kept her hot and it wasn't long before, to her delight, she could feel a third climax growing. She was almost always multi-orgasmic, but to come again so soon, when the last one had hardly completely died away, was amazing. She just hoped that he would hold out until she came, then she would stay put, waiting until he came inside her - it was only fair after all. 

Jade smiled to herself, taking pleasure in being fucked so expertly and congratulating herself on finding a brilliant young lover like Ben. But then, that was what her position as the wife of a wealthy man entitled her to, wasn't it?

She glanced sideways at Luke, sitting now on the edge of the bed, watching Ben take his turn at fucking her, his now flaccid cock still glistening with a combination of his cum and her juices. It was the reminder that this cock had been spurting cum inside her only a few minutes before that did it. The elation of remembering one cock and feeling the other finally sent her over the edge and she came again.

Just like the previous one, Ben's steady relentless fucking made her climax stronger and more prolonged than usual, surges of delight making her tingle right down to the ends of her limbs, her fingers and toes curling involuntarily. It was as if every thrust made her gasp and sent a new wave of ecstasy running through her.

Then, just as her orgasm was beginning to subside, she felt his fingers grip tighter onto her hips and his thrusts become more urgent. He was coming at last she realised, and she held herself still in elated anticipation, wanting to experience the feel of another young man ejaculating inside her. 

'I'm coming.' 

He gasped the unnecessary warning as his increasingly rapid thrusts lost coordination and he just lunged into her, grabbing at her hips, hauling on her as if attempting to hold himself upright. And then he rammed himself into her, plunging deep and staying there, pushing at her, wanting to get in even deeper, deeper than was possible as his cock jerked and twitched, shooting jet after jet of his cream into her. She imagined she could feel it flooding her passage and her womb, coating her totally with an almost never ending spray, until he too was spent and the pair collapsed forward onto the bed, still joined by his softening cock inside her soaking pussy. 

She lay still, gasping and shaking, perversely enjoying his weight that prevented her from moving or from breathing properly, waiting until he had himself under control enough to clamber from her and sit beside his friend, gazing down at her.

She smiled up at them and, for some strange reason, thanked them.

'That was amazing.' She told them both. 'We're gonna have to do that again - and again, and again, and again.' 

She giggled briefly at her own weak pun, as she glanced up at the clock she kept in clear sight on the wall as a guard against overrunning her normal absence from home.

'Oh, my god!' She exclaimed, seeing how late it was. 'We gonna have to get going.' 

It had been a good session, she thought, but all good things had to come to an end, not realising quite how prophetic that was.

*********

Nine months had passed since Jade's sex session with Luke and Ben, and apart from her liking for young extra-marital cock, many things had changed. Firstly, her lover of choice was now Ben, with Luke having disappeared into the sunset, although of course there had been other lovers during that time too, including a lovely young female dog walker. But it was mostly Ben with whom she spent her time, and with whom she had been sex on that particular morning.

Another very major change was that Jade was now a widow, Geoffrey's illness had proved to be prostate cancer, from which he had died just two weeks before. She was sorry to see him die like that, and she'd shed a genuine tear at his funeral, but the only difference it had really made to Jade's life was that she no longer had to worry about being caught cheating. She was trying to be circumspect, at least until after the reading of Geoffrey's will to which she was now headed, although after that she expected to be a rich widow with absolutely nobody to answer to. She was looking forward to that intensely. She had already promised Ben that she would hold a party in the mansion as soon as she could, the sort where everyone could do anything they wanted with anyone who consented. Then, she figured, she might finally get herself gangbanged! But first she had to go through the rigmarole of confirming her inheritance of her husband's estate.

She was shown into the office by an attractive brunette, and she proved to be the only attractive thing about the whole place. The office itself was as dull and dreary as a lawyer's place of work is supposed to be, almost completely lined with books and files, containing an immense dark oak desk in the middle with a series of hard chairs placed in front of it and one huge leather chair behind. The leather chair was occupied by a large, florid, grey haired man with a perpetually sour face and a tremor in his eyelid, while making do with the less comfortable ones were the three permanent household domestic staff and a middle aged woman that Jade didn't recognise. With the strange woman was a young boy who was apparently sulking and swinging his feet with boredom. Jade took the remaining empty seat and waited impatiently for the proceedings to begin. 

'Right, as we're all present now.' The trembling eyelid swung to fix Jade with a reproachful stare. 'We can begin.'

He adjusted himself into a more comfortable position.

'My name is Fenton and I have had the privilege of representing Mr Shannon for a number of years.' His eyes swung around the room, and Jade felt like telling him to get on with it as she had more important things to do. 'I have been appointed both custodian and executor of his last will and testament, which I shall now read to you all.'

He opened a file on his desk and took out a sealed envelope, slitting it pompously with an ivory handled letter opener.

'This is the last will and testament of Geoffrey Shannon Esq. of...' Jade switched off while he went through the preliminaries, wondering how much of her money was going to be given to the other people in the room. The staff did deserve something true enough, even though she had every intention of keeping them on in the previous capacities. But who the woman and child were she had no idea, and so no idea what they would receive. The staff, it was soon announced, would receive ten thousand each. Not too much to lose, Jade thought to herself, still wondering and looking at the boy and his companion.

'Now we come to the bulk of the estate.' The lawyer opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a large postal bag and another envelope, which again he slit with his ornate letter opener. 'But I am instructed to read this letter out loud before revealing the main content of the will. It is addressed to "my wife, Jade Shannon" and was dated one week before his death.'

'My dear Jade.' He began. 'There are some matters which you must be made aware of in order to understand my bequests. Before I became ill it was hinted to me that you might be cheating. I found it hard to believe that you would be so foolish, but I did begin an investigation and was accumulating the proof provided by my private investigators when my cancer stopped me. That is the only reason why I did not file for divorce.'

Fenton stopped reading and looked up at Jade meaningfully. She shifted in her seat uncomfortably, her heart suddenly hammering with alarm and abruptly very aware of all the eyes upon her. 

'In this envelope,' the lawyer began to read again, taking another, smaller envelope from the drawer, 'are video discs of your infidelities, taken by the cameras I had installed in your office. I give you these copies so that you may have a permanent reminder of your misconduct.'

'But.' She began wildly, panicking as the envelope was handed to her. 'It's my office, and I gave no permission for any cameras.'

'As leaseholder, your husband was quite within his rights to install security cameras.' Fenton told her. 'That they recorded any other misbehaviour may be viewed as a fortunate or unfortunate, depending upon your point of view, and quite unforeseen, by-product.'

She blanched as she realised her clever scheme for having her office paid for by Geoffrey had so spectacularly backfired. Hostile faces surrounded her as the lawyer returned to the letter.

'You were once also heard to say that you would "have the shirt from my back if you thought I wouldn't notice". Therefore my sole bequest to you is the shirt from my back, the last one I wore before my death, and I promise you that I will not notice.' Fenton looked up from the letter and addressed Jade directly. 'I recommend that you don't fight the will. You are highly unlikely to be successful in anything except running up a ruinous legal bill. You have until the end of the month to quit both the mansion and the charity offices. You may take any personal effects with you when you leave.




Bitch



There was a roaring in her ears and she thought she might faint. So stunned was she by the turn of events that turned her in moments from wealthy widow to flat broke adulteress, that she hardly noticed as the rest of the will was read instructing that the entire remainder of Geoffrey's estate was to be sold and the money held in trust for his great nephew, the young boy whom she had not recognised, until he was of full age.



Bitch



I first met Belinda (if you could call it meeting her) in the parking lot at the mall. I'm sure you all know how hard it is to park at times. I spotted a woman with a shopping trolley full of goodies heading into the parking area so I sort of stooged along behind her. I was lucky as she stayed in the row I was in, opened the back of her car and started loading.

I just settled into a comfortable position so I could take her spot as soon as it was vacated and flicked on my indicator. The woman driving (not Belinda) noticed me there, smiled and held up a finger to show she'd only be a minute. Mind you, it was a woman's minute, which is the equivalent of three or four normal minutes, but I wasn't in a hurry. She unloaded and then ran her trolley over to the trolley bay and headed back to her car. 

She was actually getting into her car when another car (Belinda's) turned into the row, spotted the woman, and hurried over to wait and take the spot, completely ignoring my prior right. The trouble was, I didn't think I could do anything about it. The car already there would be turning in my direction and would temporarily block my access, something that this intruder could take advantage of.

I was muttering unkind words about people who jumped other people's spots and was prepared to move on once both cars had gone. I was given a nice surprise. The woman backed out but, instead of driving towards me and letting the intruder in, she propped and indicated that I should go ahead and park. 

I waved, smiling, and took my parking spot. The woman drove off with a pleased look on her face (probably had her own spot pinched at times) and the woman who was the would-be parking thief (Belinda) went spare.

I kid you not. She wound down her window and just screamed abuse at me. How dare I take the spot she wanted? Had I no manners? I could see that she wanted that spot. Yes, well as far as I was concerned she could see that I wanted the spot and was there well before her.

I ignored her tirade, putting it down to PMS. Some women get that way. I started strolling towards the mall while she took off on her hunt for a parking spot. Now I was cutting between the cars, just making a beeline for the doors. Two rows over I had to make a very fast step or two as a car came cruising down the lane at what I considered an unsafe speed. You guessed it. Belinda. I won't say she was trying to hit me but she didn't seem to be trying to miss, either. 

Anyway, I made it safely to the mall, did my shopping, made it back to my car, and went home without further incidents.

The second time I met this sweet young lady was a week later, in the actual mall itself. I was standing outside a shop, looking at the window display, wondering who on earth would want to but a toothbrush holder shaped like a minion. The operative words in that sentence are standing, hence not moving, and window, with a window by no stretch of the imagination being a doorway. In other words, I was stationary and in no one's way.

It didn't help me. This woman came charging out of the shop, turning into the passageway, looking at her phone instead of her surroundings, and crashing into me.

She promptly dropped all her stuff. I was about to bend down and help her pick it up when she gave me a serving. I recognised the language before I recognised the woman. It was Belinda, livid that I'd bumped into her and knocked her things down.

She finished up with, "You could at least consider giving me a fucking hand to pick it up."

I promptly looked thoughtful and rubbed my chin. She glared up at me from where she was crouched, picking up bits and pieces.

"Well?" she snapped.

"I'm considering it," I replied. "Ah, I think the decision will be no."

I turned and walked away. A very long PMS, I decided, listening to her opinion of me.

Several days later I was taking a walk on the beach in the evening. It was still quite warm but for some reason no-one else seemed to be around. Probably too late, as it would be dusk soon. There wasn't really enough sun for anyone to be out tanning and there was a coolish breeze starting to blow in from across the water. I expected that the temperature would drop significantly over the next hour.

Considering the fading of the sun and the cooling breeze I was quite surprised to find one last sunbather catching the last few rays. A very nicely shaped young woman in a not very big bikini. She must have heard my steps as she looked up at me in irritation.

"Can't you be more fucking careful," she snarled. "You're kicking sand all over me."

How about that. My old friend Belinda, complete with mouth.

I just gave her an indifferent look, then smiled.

"Grass," I said, pointing down. "Sand is the yellow stuff over there." (Pointing towards the beach proper.) "I think you'll find that the wind is the culprit, picking up the odd grain and totally careless about where it throws it. Perhaps you should speak to the weatherman and arrange that he doesn't schedule wind on the days you want to show off your figure."

I received a dagger look and a clearly and furiously enunciated, "Get fucked."

I had totally had it with Belinda. If you're wondering about how I know her name a friend spotted me getting a mouthful at the mall and stirred me about it. He actually knew Belinda. For some reason she just seemed mad at the world, he told me.

Two long strides and I was standing next to her. Bending down I just grabbed the bottom of her bikini and stripped it straight down and off, leaving her lying there with just a skimpy top barely covering her breasts.

What I expected was for Belinda to rear up, fighting mad, furious and screaming, willing to have a go at me. I was all set to take off running, waving my captured bikini pants as I went.

What I got was a total shock. She just went to water, cringing away from me. I'm like, "What the hell?" and she's looking at me as if I'm the reincarnation of the Marquis de Sade crossed with Attila the Hun. For some reason that really narked me. Standing there, looking at her quivering at my feet, I casually dropped my own trousers. Even though scared she truly had a lovely figure.

She didn't put up any resistance as I pushed her legs apart and knelt between them. All she did was shake her head slowly from side to side, muttering, "No. Please. I don't want to. It hurts."

Why would it hurt, I wondered? If the woman's not a virgin a man would have to be a bit of an animal to hurt her, unless she wanted it, of course. BDSM has never been my thing but some people have weird tastes.

I caressed her pussy lightly, and she did nothing, unless you call quivering slightly with fright something. A bit of gentle stroking and I could feel a reaction from her body, even if she was still shaking and saying no. Actually, she hadn't stopped saying no since I'd started to touch her.

She put up zero resistance as I spread her lips and placed the head of my erection against her. She was just watching, waiting for something, apparently expecting something fearful to happen. I shrugged mentally and pushed very lightly.

She was damp and getting wetter as I sank into her. I was moving at a pace slightly below dead slow, barely easing into her, waiting for her to panic and scream. (Which would have been my cue to panic and run.) Instead she just kept on giving fearful little protests while I sank smoothly in, her body (non-virginal, I might add) yielding to me with no problems.

Before I knew it I was firmly sheathed inside her, filling her passage to the brim with rampart cock. And she was still shivering in her shoes, dreading what was to come. Damned if I knew what was going on.

One thing I did know. I wasn't going to give a full-blooded fucking to a woman who was petrified with fright. I stayed right where I was, cock in place but not moving. Instead, I reached up and freed her breasts from her bikini top. Then I idly played with them, waiting.

I lightly teased her breasts, caressing them, stroking them, squeezing softly, teasing the nipple, and repeating the lot. Sometimes I'd concentrate on one breast, sometimes the other, sometimes both.

Belinda was lying under me, apparently scared rigid. With nothing happening but her breasts being teased she started to lose that trapped mouse look, opting for annoyed irritation. From there she moved by stages to resentful frustration. My cock was in her, causing the resentment, but not doing anything, which she found frustrating. After that it was a relatively short step to angry indignation.

"If you're going to rape me do you think you could stop mucking around and get on with it," she suddenly demanded.

"Please," I replied. "It's my rape. I'll handle it any way I want to."

"But you're not doing anything," she almost yelled at me.

"Yes, I am," I contradicted.

"What?"

"I'm waiting."

"What are you waiting for?" she asked, each word bitten off.

"For you to decide that I'm not going to hurt you."

"But you're raping me."

"But it's not hurting. Just because you're against it, it doesn't mean that it's going to hurt."

"But it does hurt," she protested.

"Where? How?" I demanded.

"Um," she said, waving a hand generally in the vicinity of her groin. "It might not be hurting yet but it will."

"Really? I'll tell you what. Seeing that you're so impatient I'll start taking you a bit more actively. You can concentrate on what I'm doing and let me know when it hurts. I suppose you know enough to be able to move with me when I start on you?"

"Of course. What do you think I am?" she said, looking totally confused. Non-virgin notwithstanding, I don't think she had a clue. 

I relaxed out of her a little, gently pushing back against her.

"Push to meet me," I murmured softly, repeating the movement.

She did, moving in a very tentative manner. I kept it up, slowly taking her, persuading her to respond. It didn't take long before she was moving smoothly with me, with a very surprised look on her face. I picked up the pace a little, bringing her along. Soon I had a nice rhythmic motion going and she was right there with me.

"Hurting yet?" I asked softly, and she shook her head.

"So how does it feel?"

She paused a moment as though considering. 

"Good?"

"Just good? I'll have to try harder," I whispered, watching her eyes widen in trepidation.

I tried harder, kicking things up a notch. She was still with me, still looking stunned, still willing to keep going. I kept it up, watching the expressions on her face, enjoying the feel of her and the sheer astonishment she was feeling at what was happening to her. (I also felt a vast irritation at whoever had given her a hard time in the past. Some people are natural bastards.)

Belinda was no longer thinking and worrying. She was just feeling and doing, taking pleasure from what was being done to her. She was making soft little noises, appreciating the feel of me driving into her, pushing hard against me to make me come in faster and deeper. 

It was time I thought to try to push her over the edge. I started to make shorter strokes, letting me speed up the way I was hitting her. She reacted splendidly, clinging to me, her voice rising in expectation. Then she made a yowling sound and climaxed, clinging frantically to me. I just hastened to push myself that little harder, finally ejaculating while she was still shuddering from her climax.

She didn't say a word afterwards, just watched as I got dressed, making no move to put her bikini back on. She looked confused, as though she wasn't sure of what happened. Or if she did know, but couldn't believe it. I touched her face lightly and smiled at her and then went on my way.

The next day was another hot day. I was again down on the beach in the evening with one slight difference. There were quite a few people around. I strolled along and found Belinda lying in about the same place. I just ambled over to her and looked down at her.

She looked back up at me, looking slightly nervous, but defiant.

"There're people around," she pointed out in a small voice.

"There are indeed," I said quietly.

With that I went down on one knee and started drawing the bottom of her bikini off.

"What are you doing," she squealed.

"Taking these off," I said, pulling them down and off. "And don't yell or you'll attract attention and people will come."

"Give those back," she hissed at me. 

Interesting. Not scared of me now. Now to see how far I could push her.

"Roll over on your tummy," I told her.

"Why?" she asked, indignant.

"Because I'm going to lift your bottom up and take you most vigorously from behind."

"You can't," she gasped. "I don't want you to. And there're people around. They'll see."

If you really don't want me to, why are you so worried about people seeing? I was smart enough not to say that out loud.

"Just do as you're told," I said firmly, "and do it quietly. No-one will notice as we're a little out of the way here."

"You can't do this," she insisted, but she was also rolling over onto her tummy.

I crouched down beside her, and tugged at her hips, indicating that I wanted them lifted. I pushed her knees to where I wanted them, then clasped her pussy and rubbed it. She gasped and squirmed a little, muttering little protests. I unhooked her top and let it drop. 

"I'm serious," she protested. "You just can't do this to me."

Then why aren't you rolling back over and pulling up your pants?

I knelt behind her and lowered my trousers. She had her head turned, watching what I was doing. An odd look was on her face, still looking somewhat scared of what was going to happen but there was also a hopeful look, as she remembered what took place yesterday.

"I'm not going to start dead slow this time," I told her, while I continued to rub my hand up and down along her slit, stirring her up nicely. "I'm going to take you quite fast and keep going the same way. Do try to keep up with me."

"But there's people," she was still saying as I rubbed my cock against her slit, finally bringing it to a halt where her lips were pouting and glistening.

I pushed, she clasped a hand to her mouth to stop a squeal, and then she was pushing back to take me as I drove firmly in. I was quite happy to skip all the rigmarole of the previous day. It had served its purpose. Now it was time to take her hard, showing her how to enjoy being taken.

XX (That's my fingers being crossed as I prayed that I've read her correctly.)

I didn't pause, or even slow down, as I took her. As soon as I'd driven in I was pulling out and coming back again. My hands had reached for and claimed her breasts, squeezing them in time to the energetic thrusting I was doing. Belinda was all, "Oh my god. Oh my god," repeating it over and over while she humped her hips, her bottom bobbing up and down as I drove in, time and again.

I kept it up for as long as I could. Her squealing and gabbling was getting shriller but she was still keeping her voice down. Witnesses at this stage was definitely something she did not want. What she did want, on the other hand, was her climax. She was tossing in, "Please," and, "Harder," and "Oh, fuck me," amongst all the other things she was babbling, wanting to be taken and used until she came.

She flung a quick look behind to look at me for a moment, watching me ply my trade, so to speak. There was no sign of nervousness or fear now. Lustful anticipation, yes, but no fear.

Smiling I went at it even harder. She buried her face in her hands and I could hear muffled screams of what I assumed to be enthusiasm and expectation. The way her body was reacting to mine certainly suggested that. Satisfied that she was being satisfied I piled on the pressure, pushing hard to lift us both over the edge.

I beat her to the punch this time, nearly groaning with relief as I let myself go. It seemed that the splash of hot semen was all that she needed to trigger her climax and more muffled screams escaped from around her hands as she shuddered and came. She came rather violently, too, giving me a moment of worry for the safety of my personal equipment.

I sank back onto the grass while she seemed to just ooze down onto her towel. She turned and glared at me.

"You're a maniac," she snapped. "Anyone could have come past. What the hell do you think they'd have said?"

"Probably nothing worth hearing," I pointed out. "It wasn't as though either of us would have been listening to them."

She rolled her eyes and relaxed back onto the towel.

"Of course," I said quietly, "they may still have something to say if they walk past, what with you acting as though it's a naturist beach." 

Belinda promptly demonstrated that she hadn't forgotten how to swear. With a curse at me and the whole male gender, she scrabbled for her bikini, hastening to pull it on. I rose, promising to see her again, then I left.

She called out something about never visiting the beach again but I just waved and continued on my way.

It was a week before I ran into Belinda again. She hadn't been at the beach the last couple of visits so maybe she was staying away from it or maybe she had chosen a different beach. Not a problem, I thought. If I met her, I met her, and if I didn't, que sera sera.

My car is a big, powerful, four wheel drive. Not because I want to tell the world that I'm a big macho man but because I actually need it. It's my official work car and I frequently have to go bush over some trails that are more imagined that there.

On this day I was driving through the tamer parts of the mall. I was cruising down one lane looking for a handy parking spot when Belinda came trotting along. I gave a beep and indicated she should get in. 

"What do you want?" she asked, sounding awfully suspicious.

"Just get in. I'll tell you after I've parked."

She was silly enough to do so and I promptly drove over to the wilds. At any mall there's a parking area that's always underused. This is generally because it's so inconveniently placed, entailing a long hike to the mall itself. A terrible place to park, but with a couple of advantages that I could now make use of. One, there was always parking available, and two, it was relatively deserted, pedestrian wise. (Mall workers tended to get relegated to this parking area and they wouldn't be around until change of shift.) 

Once parked I move between the two front seats and sat on the bench passenger seat, indicating that Belinda should join me. She did, but sat right on the far side of the seat, keeping some distance between us.

"It occurred to me that you might have thought that I took unfair advantage of you the last couple of times we met," I said.

"Advantage? Nice word for assault and rape," she muttered.

"Be nice," I said, looking hurt. "I'm here to apologise and make it up to you."

"Make it up to me?" she said, sounding staggered. "And exactly how do propose to make up for ravishing me at the beach?"

I considered pointing out that she'd turned out to be a most enthusiastic victim but decided better not. 

"What I decided was that I should just relax here and let you ravish me in return," I told her. "You can pull down my trousers and thrust yourself upon me and I won't resist. It'll all be up to you."

"You expect me to take off your trousers and have sex with you in the back of a car in a public car park?" She sounded slightly surprised.

"That sums it up," I agreed, nodding. "That way you'll find yourself in the dominant position."

"That way I'll find myself in a police cell for indecent and licentious behaviour in public. The beach was bad enough, but the mall? There are people everywhere."

"Not everywhere," I explained. "Inside the mall, yes, and in the main parking areas, yes, but not here. And even if they were here they can't easily see inside this vehicle. You may have noticed it's rather high."




Bitch



"So on the strength of the fact that we probably won't get caught you want me to fuck you?"

"Not want," I disagreed. "You'll be ravishing me, remember. I'll just make an effort not to resist."

While I was speaking I took her hand and placed it over my groin, thereby demonstrating that even if I didn't want to have sex I was definitely ready to do my duty.

She sat there, glaring at me, but her hand remained where I'd placed it. I could see curiosity peeping out from behind the glare.

"Just start small," I suggested. "Unzip and see what you think."

Her hand moved at my suggestion, finding my zip and sliding down. She was still looking mutinous when her hand slipped inside and found my erection, bringing it out to be examined. 

She held me, stroking me lightly. It was odd but, although she had seen and felt my cock in our little interludes, this was the first time she'd really seen it and touched it.

Her face was flushed, and she kept on stroking me. I could feel myself growing larger at her touch, my cock twitching, eager for the fray.

"Panties," I said softly.

"Uh, I, ah," she stuttered, looking a little confused. In an almost dreamlike state she lifted her dress and slid her panties off. It only took a few gentle suggestions and she was sitting on my lap, straddling me, looking down at the erection that was now pressed against her slit.

I didn't say anything else. Rather reluctantly I'd decided that I'd have to leave this to her. She pressed forward against me, rubbing her pussy against my erection, slowly dragging it against her lips. She was tossing little glances at me, plainly expecting me to take the initiative.

I didn't. Apart from pressing slightly against her when she pressed against me I stayed still. I could see it registering with her that I wasn't going to take her. She was going to have to make the move.

She was biting her lip quite hard when she raised herself up kneeling above me. With a little subtle movement from me my erection moved to rest between her thighs, the tip just lightly touching her lips. She swallowed nervously and started to settle back down.

I could feel her soft moistness pressing against my hardness. My erection wasn't yielding, her lips had to. There was quite a surprised look on her face as she sank down slowly, taking me into her. And let me say it takes quite a bit of self-control not to push hard up into a pussy that's descending on you. I was sweating by the time she finally settled down.

Now that she was in I still just sat there, feeling her around me, enjoying the feel. She was looking at me expectantly.

"Well?" she finally asked.

"Well what?" I asked.

"Why aren't you moving?"

"I'm being ravished. You can't expect me to do the work. It's all up to you."

She blinked, looking slightly appalled. A sort of what the hell do I do now look. I left her to work it out.

A look of determination crossed her face. She put her hands on my shoulders and then flexed her thighs, moving smoothly along my pole. The determination changed to a smirk, and she relaxed back down onto me. Now she knew what she wanted to do it was on.

It didn't take long and she was sliding smoothly up and down, head cocked slightly to the side as she moved, considering what she was doing and how it felt. (Absolutely wonderful from my side of the action.) 

She bounced on me happily, setting up a nice easy tempo, relishing the feeling of both sex and control. It was getting to her fast. She was panting and making lush little noises, almost salivating at the experience. Her eyes closed, the better to let her concentrate. 

I don't think she really noticed when I started moving with her. She seemed to be in a dream when she undid the buttons on her blouse and pressed my hands against her breasts. I pushed her bra up and off them, my hands then closing over them, rubbing them. She continued to bounce, squeaking as she went.

If left to herself I think she'd have been prepared to stay there all day, bouncing happily. Unfortunately, such a course of action would probably kill me. I'd settled quite happily into the rhythm she'd set, but time was passing and my balls were screaming. Trying to be subtle I pushed slightly faster, slowly increasing the tempo. She went along with it, gasping with effort.

As far as I was concerned she seemed ready. A harder thrust and she'd blow her stack - and so would I, thank god. 

I didn't get a chance to give that harder thrust. She did something to me. Damned if I know what because I sure didn't show her that little stunt. Natural talent coming to the fore, I guess. Whatever it was it set me off and it set her off as well. 

Afterwards she collapsed against me while I just sagged back against the seat. After a minute or so I moved her from my lap to the seat and climbed over to the driver's seat again.

"I'll drop you off at the mall entrance," I told her. "It's too far a walk from here."

She didn't say anything, just sitting back, apparently dead.

She came to life and jumped out once we reached the entrance. Before she left she turned to have the final word.

"You attacked me twice," she informed me. "That means that I'm still entitled to have another go at you. Don't bother looking for me. I'll find you."

I drove on, in fear and trepidation.



Bitch



This is just a short story I knocked together a few weeks back; it has a bit of domination, some cross dressing, anal and oral and about five seconds of real sex, which makes it difficult deciding which category to put it in. Originally I had intended to make it longer, but can no longer remember where it was going. If you like it, let me know where you think it should go and I will consider extending it. 

...

"Dinner at seven!"

"Yes Mistress. "

"For four."

"Yes Mistress."

Before I could ask any more, she was out of the house and I was left to work out how to fulfil my duties and prepare a meal for four in the next 10 hours. Fortunately, we have a well-stocked freezer so hopefully I will not need to go shopping; I would still need to have a look and see what we had in. If we were having guests to dinner, there's a good chance it would not start at seven, so I would need to think about something that will keep warm easily or can be served cold.

I decided on melon cups with lemon sorbet, which meant I would have to go round to the greengrocers to buy melons -- and while there, I may as well get some nice fresh vegetables and do a vegetable bake for the main course. I had better get round to the shop while there was still plenty of choice, and I suppose I can't really go naked, so off upstairs for the morning routine.

First thing, out with the butt plug. In with a litre of warm soapy water, then plug it up again for the morning exercises. Normally, I will put on a pair of tight Lycra shorts and a thin T-shirt and go for a 2 mile jog around the block, but today I was in a bit of a hurry, so I made do with a mile on the treadmill and a mile on the exercise bike -- that's fun when you have a 2 inch plug riding hard against the saddle.

Once I had worked up a good sweat, I had to masturbate just to the point of orgasm, before being allowed to go into the bathroom, pull the plug and drain both my bowels and my bladder for the first time today. When mistress was home at the weekends, she would sometimes make me exercise with two litres in my bowels till nearly lunchtime, so I felt today's ritual to be quite easy in comparison.

Into the shower, being very careful while washing 'down there' as I was still on the brink of an orgasm, then dressed -- no underwear, of course, but as I was going to the local shops I was allowed to cover myself with a long skirt and high necked blouse.

It's a five minutes bus ride down to the shops, but as I wanted to spend as much as possible on the vegetables, I decided to walk down and catch the bus back. A half-mile walk in 4 inch heels is not my idea of fun, but in my years with mistress I had grown used to them and arrived at the greengrocers without incident. A few of the local women stared at me and whispered behind my back as I walked round, but I was quite used to this by now and gave them a friendly smile as I passed. 

There was one who would talk to me if she was on her own, I think she quite fancied me, but if there were other people around she would steer clear. She was quite young and very pretty, and I sometimes thought of asking mistress if I could invite her round for dinner and a three-way. Today though, I was in a rush to catch the bus back, so I collected by vegetables and was back outside very quickly.

I was pleased to see that the bus was nearly empty when it arrived, as mistress insisted that I never sat on my skirt so I had to lift it well up at the back to ensure my cheeks were in contact with the leather seat. There was one old man further down the bus who gave me a strange look at I did this, but he did not raise a comment and even gave me a smile as he passed me at the next stop to get off. Two stops later, the 200 yard walk with my now aching feet, and I was safely back home.

Stepping out of my skirt and blouse as soon as I was through the door, I remembered the Mistress had instructed that I should wear my 22 inch waspie today. Some of you may think 22 inches is quite generous, but I have been a bit on the plump side to start with and it had taken many months to get my waist down to 22 inches. Even now, it was quite a struggle to fully tighten the corset and it was certainly going to be interesting bending and flexing to get the house clean by 7 o'clock. 

Of course the house was already clean, mistress would not allow it to be anything else, with guests coming round it would have to be immaculate -- not a smidgen of dust out of place. I would also have to ensure I had enough time to prepare the dinner, and prepare myself as I had neglected to shave this morning knowing I would need to do it this evening before dinner. 

But, by 6 o'clock, I had the vegetable bake in the oven, the melon and lemon sorbet in the fridge, and a black forest gateaux gently defrosting on the worktop. Mistress loved black forest gateaux, but only from one delicatessen on the far side of the city; once a month mistress would dress me up as a sexy schoolgirl and I would give the shopkeeper a blowjob while mistress disappeared upstairs with his very pretty daughter. Sometimes, just sometimes, I would feel jealous that I was stuck pleasuring the old man while she was enjoying the beauties of the young wench. I knew though, that this was my place, and that if I was really good I might be allowed to cum, now and then.

So, I have an hour to prepare myself. Not enough for the full body wax, but I could wax the areas my mistress was likely to notice and give the rest a good shave. Then another shower, with plenty of baby oil to make my skin smooth and soft, and into a clean waspie. Still with a 22 inch waist, this one pushed up to a little platform supporting my breasts, pointing my nipples up and out for the pleasure of my mistress. 

Six-inch heels completed the outfit and at exactly 1 minute to 7, I opened the front door wide, took two places back and knelt with my knees widespread and my hands, fingers interlaced, behind my head. This was the position mistress expected me to be in when she arrived home, and she knew the risk of exposure to any passing neighbours turned me on.

The first people to turn up at the door however did not include my mistress; it was an older -looking man and a pretty looking girl that I took to be his daughter. Seeing me kneeling there, they just walked straight in and I welcomed them to my mistress's home. "If master and mistress permit it, I will rise, take your coats, and pour out some drinks for you." 

The man didn't bother to reply, he just stepped forward, unzipped his fly and shoved his cock down my throat. As his jacket was flapping around my face, I couldn't really see what was going on but a few seconds later I heard a rough 'hello' and shortly after that I felt my bottom being lifted and I became glad that I had lubed up after my shower.

The pain in my arse was just subsiding when I heard my mistress's voice "Ah, I see you've met my slave. Joe, can I borrow your wife for a few minutes while I go and get changed?"

"Sure" responded the man whose cock was in my mouth. So, that was his wife? I suspected she was not his first wife, but it was not my place to comment. In fact, at that moment my place was to swallow his cum and enjoy the feel of another load being shot into my arse.

The two men pulled out almost simultaneously, and I was given the pleasure of tasting myself on the other man's cock as Joe wandered over to the bar in the corner and poured two glasses of Scotch on the rocks. As he walked back towards me, I could see his cock bounce as he moved across the floor, still hanging out the front of his trousers.

I finished cleaning the cock in my mouth and excused myself to go and check on the dinner, leaving the two men talking together. As I passed the foot of the stairs, I heard piteous wailing from above "Please Mistress, please let me cum, I need to cum! Please Mistress!"

As I was placing the melon cups on the table, Mistress walked into the room. "Ah slave, there you are. There is a bitch on heat upstairs, and one of you has permission to cum -- but only one, and only with your cock struck well up inside her cunt. If you both cum, you both get severely punished."

What an offer! I had not been allowed to cum for several weeks, and my cock with rock hard after serving the two Masters earlier, so I was sure I could cum very quickly. However, it sounded as though my Mistress had been playing with the bitch, and she was probably right on the edge as well. Then I heard my Mistress's voice in the next room.

"It's quite nasty really; they are both so close to the edge that either one going over will drag the other with them and then we can punish them both. The only way slave can avoid punishment is to show great restraints and fuck bitch till she cums without going over the edge himself. If he can manage that, he'll have his balls so full of cum they will be aching, and then we can have some fun when they come back down."

As I started up the stairs, I heard Joe shouting after me "see if you can fit her into one of those corsets, I fancy fucking her with her insides all squashed up -- it should make it all nice and tight."

Hmm - putting her into a waspie might make up for letting her have an orgasm, and if I was really good to mistress tonight she may let me have one anyway.

As I walked into the bedroom a lovely site came into view -- two cheeks and two gaping holes. The bitch was lying on the bed with wrists and ankles both manacled to the bed head. When I had first seen her, I noticed she had a very long quite sheer dress, which seems to cover her completely from neck to mid-calf; I now realised that this dress only covered the front of her body, the back was just laced together and while she was still wearing it, it did nothing to protect her from my gaze -- but, with her calves in front of her face, it provided quite an effective blindfold. 

As I walked into the room quietly, she would have no idea I was there, so I quietly picked up a riding crop which was lying on the side table and applied four resounding cracks directly across the gaping holes. The scream she let forth sounded as though she was already having an orgasm, so I quickly climbed on the bed and penetrated her with one quick thrust. I reached down between our bodies and squeezed her clit, forcing her over the edge and into an earthshattering orgasm. The muscles in her body clenched as she rode the waves, but the way she was restrained meant she couldn't move her body very far and I managed to control myself and resist coming inside her.

I realise that she still did not know who was there, so I roughly withdrew and gave her another four strokes with the crop before turning and noisily walking out. Then turning round, I walked back into the room making a little noise so she could hear me, and walked up beside the bed where she could see me. 

"Hello" I said "I'm slave, and Mistress as sent me upstairs to unfasten you and help you get changed." I unfastened the manacles and helped her straighten her body which had been in this uncomfortable position for some time now. I then helped her to stand and removed her dress which had a long zip down the front, so there was no need to undo the lacing on the back. As I helped to slide it off her shoulders and down her arms, I resisted the impulse to fondle the beautiful breasts and pert nipples that were revealed, instead pretending modesty and respect. I didn't want her to know that it was by cock that had just given her a fantastic orgasm, or my hand that it wielded the whip across her arse.

Leaving her to work the kinks out of her muscles, I walked over to my lingerie drawer and pulled out my tightest waspie. Mistress have bought me this right at the start of our relationship, saying that she would have me in it eventually; at the time, with a waist measurement of 36 inches, it seemed a bit unlikely; and it would even be a challenge to get this comparatively sylphlike beauty into the 18 inch waspie, but I was going to have fun trying.

"Your husband says you are to wear this," I said to her.

For the first time, she looked me in the face. "He's not really my husband you know, we're not married."

"Have you signed the contract to say you will obey him?"

"Yes." Hesitantly.

"Then what's the difference? You're still bound to him by a contract, aren't you?"

By this time, I had the corset round her waist and was tightening the laces. Being somewhat shorter than me, the top of the corset really pushed her breasts up and out, and as I pulled in tighter, her breasts protruded more and more. The girl had slim hips and medium-sized breasts, without the corset she did not have a particularly remarkable figure, but as I pulled hard on the laces round her waist she started developing in most remarkable, hourglass look. 

By the time I finished pulling, she was hardly able to breathe and I knew from experience that any great activity now -- like having an orgasm -- would probably black her out for a few seconds.

I quickly touched up her make-up and she filled in my lipstick where it had smeared earlier. My mistress did not insist that I wear make up -- it was enough for her that I dressed as a lady, but I did like to leave a red smear round the base of Master's cock as a sign of how well I had completed my task. Neither of today's Masters were long enough to cause gagging, so I had already marked them close to the base -- but later I would see if I could suck their testicles while their cock was in the back of my throat.

We walked downstairs together and mistress looked up and smiled. She could see from the size of my erection and the weight of my balls that I have not ejaculated despite the passion of bitch's orgasm. She knew that I would have been deep inside during that orgasm; she didn't need to ask if I had followed her instructions.

"Ah, there you are! Come and stand beside me, hands on head."

The three of them were sat around the dining room table, having already finished their starters. The fourth ball of melon and lemon sorbet was sat on the table beside my mistress, it looks somehow different but at first I couldn't see what it was. As I stood beside my mistress, feet shoulder width apart, fingers interlocked behind my head, she pulled the bowl till it was right in front of me and then grabbed my cock and started counting.

"Five!" With each number she viciously jerked my penis. I was so close to coming I nearly erupted all over her hand, but I knew I would be severely punished if I came too soon.

"Four!" This one was painful, but I realised my mistress knew how close I was and was controlling the stimulation.

"Three!" Having pulled me back a bit, she was now going for the kill.

"Two!" My mistress knew me and how to play me.

"One!" I was now so close I could hardly stand still.

"Cum for me!" This time there was no jerk, no physical stimulation, she simply pointed my hosepipe at the bowl and waited for the flood. As I shot my load into the bowl, I realised that I was not the first to do this, but I was proud to see my contribution was far greater than was already there. Not surprising, really; my contribution had accumulated over the last week while the other two had already filled me less than an hour ago. It was going to make an interesting flavour for whoever got to eat it, I had assumed that I would be going hungry tonight but as there were now two slaves present, I wasn't so sure.

"Clear these dishes and bring in the main course." I gathered the three empty dishes and the cutlery and headed for the kitchen, leaving the full dish untouched. I had planned on taking the food through and allow everybody to help themselves, but glancing through the hatch I realised there was no longer any room on the table as bitch was now spreadeagled across it, on her back, knees bent over one side of the table and her head just supported by the other side. 

The second master, not Joe, was pouring brandy into the melon bowl and stirring it so the melon balls were covered in a mixture of lemon sorbet, brandy and cum. I quickly plated up the meals and as I carried the three plates back into the room, I saw Joe with a spoon lifting a melon ball and pushing it into bitch's cunt.

Glancing in the bowl, I realised she must by now have half a dozen melon balls inside her; I wondered how the mixture of the cold from the sorbet and the alcohol was making her feel. With her ankles bound to the table legs and her wrists bound to the other side of the table she could not move very far, but she was wriggling and squirming as Joe pushed another ball inside her and gently fingered her clit.

"Thank you slave, you may now feed the bitch. You will take one melon ball from the bowl and hold it in your mouth while you suck another ball from her cunt. You will then chew the balls as you walk round the table, and finally you will deposit it all in her mouth. You, bitch, may not swallow until given permission."

I took the spoon and picked a ball from the bowl. The lemon sorbet, brandy and semen mixture was cold, I felt her body flinch as my cold lips met her hot lips and I sucked the first ball from inside her. I chewed the balls into a mush as I walked round the table, then dribbled the resultant mixture into her mouth. This seemed easy enough, I thought, and the second two balls soon joined the first two in her mouth.

Getting the next ball out from inside her, however, was rather harder. The first ball had been right at the entrance of her cunt, and have been easy to suck out. The second ball had been pushed a short way inside and she had managed to squeeze it out to help me. By the time I came back for the third the alcohol was starting to affect the muscles in her cunt and she was having to concentrate on not swallowing the masticated mush in her mouth.

Mistress and the two Masters appeared to be relaxed, but as soon as I put my hand on her stomach to help coax the next ball out, there was a sudden movement and I felt a stinging pain across the back of my fingers.

"No touching her body with anything except your mouth!"

As I pushed my mouth hard up against her pussy lips, I realised how fiendish this torture really was. She was writhing and squirming against me, she hadn't been told she wasn't allowed to cum, but she had been told to keep her mouth full of an alcoholic fruit and sperm smoothie, and the chances are if she had an orgasm without swallowing, it would end up being spread all over the floor.

As I went in for the fourth melon ball, Joe stood up, walked round and stood near her head. "Are you all right, darling?" One hand was smoothing her forehead, pushing the hair back out of her eyes while the other gently stroked her breast. "I have a little present for you here" he said quietly, pulling a box out of his pocket and removing a delicate silver chain with a nipple clamp on either end. As the first clamp bit down into her right nipple, he said solicitously "Just remember darling, if you want to cum you only have to ask."

She almost growled her annoyance and frustration at him for denying her any chance of an orgasm while she had that liquid gag in her mouth. Joe released the second clamp and jerked the chain, watching her writhing and fighting to stop the orgasm.

As I walked round the table, I was wondering what I was supposed to do with the mushed melon balls in my mouth. Her mouth was already full and there was not enough space for what was in my mouth. My mistress caught my arm as I walked past, pulled me close and whispered in my ear and then sent me on my way. As I approached the girl's head, my mistress said:

"You may swallow what is in your mouth my darling and don't forget to thank me for permission." The girl quickly took three or four swallows to empty her mouth, and said "Thank you mistress." She was about to ask her master for permission to cum when I followed my mistress's instructions, bent over, sealed my lips up against her mouth and deposited another load of melon and semen sorbet into her mouth. 




Bitch



"Billy, you're such a bitch!" she hissed.

"Am I?" he grinned, cocking his eyebrows to illustrate that he was more amused by her outburst than maddened.

The young woman stomped her foot to emphasize that her statement wasn't part of a mating game. "Yes, fuck off and die already!"

"Mmm, I would," Billy grinned, "But then I wouldn't be around to see you get yours!"

"Fuck you!" she hissed. "Bitch, I hate you!"

"Men aren't bitches, Julie," Billy chided. "Women are bitches, and you're the queen of them."

"CUNT!" she howled and charged at him.

"You wanna play this game? Fine, Julie, we'll play this game," he smirked, grabbing the girl in midair and quickly throwing her hands behind her back. 

"Guess who's in control now?" he hissed as she began to kick and scream.

"SOMEONE HELP ME!" she screamed. 

No answer.

"Funny, Jules, funny," Billy smirked as he dragged her toward the back lounge of the band's tour bus. "Alas, they're all gone for the day. Went to see a movie. Left you all alone here with me. Too bad, so sad," he yawned as he threw her onto the leather sofa. "Now sit there and don't make one FUCKIN noise," he demanded, turning to close the door behind them.

"FUCK YOU!" she screamed and kicked a foot towards Billy's groin.

"That's what I intend to do," Billy laughed mercilessly. He'd dodged her kick and managed to successfully pin her underneath him on the floor. He was now fighting to yank her underwear out from under her skirt, pinning her clawing hands above her head and leaning down to bite softly on her one exposed nipple. "Keep fighting me and next time I won't be so gentle," he scowled.

"STOP! NO! LET ME GO!" she screamed, continuing to kick and fight the larger male.

"Bitch," Billy growled. "That's what you get!"

"I didn't mean it," she sobbed softly. "Let me go! I take it back! I was just being a...."

"Bitch," Billy grinned. "And this is what little bitches like you get!"

"Please just stop, Billy. It's not funny anymore. I was a bitch, sure. I won't do it again. Come on, stop. This isn't funny." She was pleading, rambling, doing anything to buy herself time and prevent him from taking this game further.

"Do you see me laughing?" Billy smirked. "I'm not laughing, Julie."

"Good, then let me up," she frowned.

"Nope, sorry, you lose," Billy grinned, grabbing her nipple and wrenching it roughly inside his fist.

"OUCH!" she shrieked and he slammed a fist into the side of her head. 

It was his turn to scream. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH!"

She was silent, her head pounding, pulsing. She felt dizzy and nauseous. She wanted to die. If she were to die, this whole ordeal would be over. Over before she could hate Billy for life.

A familiar sound filled the small back room, and she rolled her eyes upward to see Billy tossing his slacks towards the couch. He was clad only in boxers, and headed straight for her. Her vision was blurring, but she was sure she saw the unmistakable outline of his hard-on through the thin material of his undershorts.

"Wha...what's happening?" she whispered as she felt something hard and warm penetrate her insides.

"I'm fucking you," he growled.

She felt her body dragging rhythmically back and forth over the rough carpetting, sure that this whole ordeal would leave her scarred...and with a serious case of rug burn.

"Please stop?" she pleaded softly. "Please?"

"No," Billy grinned. "Not til I cum on your pretty little bitch face."

"Stop, no, please, not this, please, god, Bill? Please stop. Stop. Now. You're...hurting me. Please," she begged.

Billy sped his thrusts into her tiny frame, ramming her head repeatedly against the couch's wooden legs. "Hurts, doesn't it?" he hissed down at her.

"Yes," she sobbed.

"Good," he grinned.

The fucking didn't last long before he pulled out of her battered body, pushing his coated length over her lips and grunting as he released into her face. His shot into her hair, coated her eyelashes, and dripped down into the corners of her mouth.

"Gross," Julie giggled as he stood up and reached a hand down to pull her up with him.

"Sorry, Jules," he shrugged. "But you told me to take my fantasy and run with it!"

"I didn't tell you to spooge in my fuckin hair," she laughed, wiping his remains from her dark tresses.

"Well, you didn't say I couldn't," Billy argued with a smirk.

"True," she agreed. "Next time, we play it MY way, though!"

"And what's that?" Billy grinned.

"Next time," Julie smirked and patted Billy's ass, "You're the bitch!"



Bitch



Our afternoon had begun long, long ago, when the sun was being chased by the clouds and finally forced into hiding. We wrestled and tickled, staining our clothes on the dirt and the grass, genuinely enjoying the warm summer afternoon at our mountainside cabin, free of the myriad pressures and stresses of the workweek world. It seemed as if we were the only two people remaining on Earth, all thoughts of anyone else banished from our happy, secluded, private domain. Only the animals watched, initially - with our squeals and shrieks as we each tried to one-up the other and escalate our good-natured battle, the animals had probably all scurried away to escape our raucous din. 

But eventually, I hugged him fiercely to me, silently calling a truce to our blissful war as we each breathed heavily in the other's ear. The mood changed quite perceptibly, and my loins began to moisten in anticipation in the same manner that his loins created the telltale hardening which pressed snugly against me. 

The forecasted rain finally arrived, beginning with a light sprinkle. Although his body almost entirely covered me, pressing me down forcefully into the grass and crushing my breasts against my ribcage, I reveled in the feel of the few tiny warm droplets as they landed upon my hands and arms. I held him ever tighter, thanking the deities for allowing me to once again enjoy a summer shower, my favorite weather phenomenon since I was a very young girl. Wrapping my bare legs around his waist allowed more of Nature's wetness to fall upon me, energizing me yet simultaneously lulling me into a calm inner peace. 

I sighed softly as his lips found my neck. Again and again, he kissed me, licked me, gently bit me, rising up just enough so he could slip a hand between us and fondle me through my well-stained Totoro t-shirt. His other hand cupped my head, his fingers deftly toying with my long raven strands, gently tugging in the way that I like, as his hips ground his thickening hardness into the junction of my legs. The sprinkle became an actual gentle rain, kindly washing my face of the dirt and the grass which had stained it during our wrestling and tickling. 

My hands both slipped lower, gripping him through his jeans, squeezing him and causing him to growl softly into my shoulder before biting me gently through the t-shirt. The squeeze was enough; he knew what I wanted, what I needed, and established a slow, steady, loving rhythm, sliding his groin over mine with a pace I could instantly match. The wetness within increased, as did the wetness without as the water from the sky fell with more intensity, but still the same warmth of my favorite summer showers. 

Slipping my hands back up his body, I allowed my fingernails to graze along his spine, knowing that his body would essentially "shiver" at certain areas of contact. While those "shivers" momentarily broke our gentle rhythm, they also caused his mass to press down into me even more, just for those precious moments, as if his body was trying to fuse with mine despite - or perhaps to spite - our clothing. His hand left my breast and he lay fully upon me again, his muscular weight crushing me just enough to be erotic as my hands reached his head and guides his lips to mine. 

Our gentle rocking rhythm reestablished itself even as our lips set a different, slower tempo. The rain was now truly beginning to soak us, but neither us of cared - all that mattered was the intimacy, the desire, the love passing between us. We bared our hearts, our souls, funneling our innermost thoughts and secrets and dreams through our physical contact. 

I was so wonderfully lost in my desire for my soulmate that I was actually unaware that the kiss had ended, until he bit me again where the shoulder joins the neck, causing me to gasp, the sound ringing sweetly even to my own ears. I clutched him ever tighter to me, practically trying to pull him through my clothes and through my skin to join me inside my body, to fuse with me and create a single entity. Even though my breath caught from his weight, I tried even harder to pull him into me, my arms and legs seizing him like a steel trap, threatening to never release him. 

Yet somehow, mysteriously, quite effortlessly, he broke free of my grasp. Only when I then opened my eyes did I realize they had been closed, as the light of the darkened, rain-filled sky was almost too bright for me; yet I could clearly see just how his eyes bored deep into mine, his soul connecting with mine, and I could have sworn I could just faintly see my own face mirrored by his irises. As he sat back on his heels, still trapped within the tight grip of my legs, the rain truly fell upon me for the first time, and I was almost amazed that the thousands of tiny droplets did not instantly sizzle and steam since my body felt so warm. 

He bent forward, and I watched raptly as his eyes traveled the length of Totoro's smile emblazoned across my chest. His hands reached out, kneading either end of that smile, sending small sparks of pleasure emanating outward from my chest, ordering thousands of messengers to rush with lightning speed to my core with the order to exponentially increase the wetness already leaking from within my feminine folds. My eyes fluttered closed once more - this time, I was definitely conscious of the eyelids shutting out the light - and my other senses were almost instantly enhanced, especially the sense of touch. 

I felt the wetness both within me and upon me, the increasing weight of the t-shirt as it absorbed the countless drops of rain. I felt the grass and dirt underneath me, hard yet slightly yielding to my presence as the many blades subtly pricked my skin. I felt the breeze, so gentle it was almost imperceptible, graciously wafting across my wet body to help cool me just slightly. I felt the large hands filled by and manipulating my breasts and causing the t-shirt and the bra to slide just slightly across my skin in response, adding to the tactile element of this wonderful moment in our history together. 

Then suddenly, he no longer exploited my chest. He moved quickly, sliding about within the confines of my legs. By the time I opened my eyes and could focus again, he was descending upon me...

...and he kissed me - slow, gentle, caring, respectful, romantic. Then he raised himself up on his arms, waited a second or so, and descended again. The process repeated several times before I realized exactly what he was doing, and I smiled while trying to hold back a laugh. 

He was kissing me on the downstroke of his push-ups. 

He has long maintained that my laughter is contagious, and when I could no longer hold back my laugh, his quickly joined. Two loving souls sharing intimacy and laughter in the worsening rain - few would ever experience such an odd romantic thrill. 

Eventually, as our laughter subsided, he sat back on his knees again, and made a nice show of slowly slipping out of his drenched Kodama t-shirt. As he cast the garment aside, I sat up as well, stroking his newly-revealed flesh with my hands, kissing the now-bare skin, licking the raindrops from him almost as soon as they fell upon him. I slipped a hand lower, pausing momentarily to tease his navel before cupping him through his jeans. With his arms around my neck, I heard and felt his breath by my ear, I felt him twitch in my hand. Soon, he thrust gently against my hand, obviously enjoying the sensations I was creating for him. 

My hand cupped him with more force as my lips sought his and latched on as if only his sacred breath could keep me alive. Despite the heavy rain, my skin felt ablaze as his hands clutched me, kneaded me, molded me, groped me. Together we whimpered, albeit from rather different causes, as our kisses intensified, our tongues sparring and our teeth clashing joyfully. 

Without warning, he pushed me backward, and I instinctively scrambled to brace myself before I fell unceremoniously on the wet grass. Then he was suddenly yanking at my t-shirt as if its contents contained a highly-addictive drug that he desperately craved and needed. As soon as the t-shirt had cleared my head, it was cast aside, the rain falling now directly on my skin. Then he deftly popped my breasts up and out of the soft, confining cups of my bra, proceeding to devour them, moving quickly from one to the other like a young child in a newly-opened toy store unable to decide which toys to play with first. I lay back on the ground, clutching his head to my bosom, soft and unintelligible sounds escaping my lips as his kisses and caresses and bites sent sparks coursing rapidly through my blood, setting off tiny fireworks throughout my body which were mirrored on the insides of my eyelids. Wrapping my legs around him again, I humped upward into his chest, his growl at my actions resonating through my left breast as he simultaneously bit the nipple hard and tugged with his teeth. 

He bit me harder, and harder, and harder, ultimately making me scream from the pain even as bolts of pleasure ran from my left breast to my clitoris. He switched to the other side of my chest, biting me even harder still, causing my fingernails to dig into his scalp, and he squealed around my entrapped flesh. Then, suddenly, his mouth attacked mine, and we both lost ourselves in a wicked frenzy of uninhibited passion and lust, both of us consumed by the flames which no amount of heavy rain could ever extinguish. 

The wetness continued to flow from within me, but increased even more as his hand viciously squeezed a breast again before sliding down and unbuttoning my shorts. As if with a mind of their own, my legs spread for him, improving his access as his hand slipped inside my shorts and panties and cupped my slickened sex. I moaned softly, reaching for his face and pulling him back to me for a deep kiss, my tongue probing deep into his oral cavity. 

Suddenly, two fingers slipped inside me while his thumb flicked across my clitoris, causing my body to jump and shudder and my breath to catch momentarily. I resumed the kiss eagerly, then had to release his lips as his hand launched into full assault mode. If not for the rain, I probably would have self-combusted from the fire he was creating within me, and in the back of my mind, a very quiet voice rejoiced in the absolute seclusion of our mountainside getaway as my voice sang again and again and again and again and again, my entire being battered by the repeated tidal waves of intense pleasure spiraling upward and obliterating my senses like a long line of orgasmic tornadoes shredding the landscape of my body in the most beautiful way imaginable. 

In the aftermath, I was left gasping, my chest heaving in its urgent quest for more oxygen, my voice raspy with my labored breathing. When I finally opened my eyes once again, he knelt beside me, purposely not touching me, slowly licking my copious secretions from his fingers and hand, obviously savoring my taste while watching me with absolute rapture. He said something softly, but between the sound of the heavy downpour and the continued pounding of my heartbeat in my ears, I could not hear him, and could only read his lips, suspecting that he whispered, "Such a bitch;" although I could not hear what he actually said, I was utterly unable to stop myself from blushing a little nonetheless. 

I slowly reached out a hand to him, stroking his thigh. I wanted desperately to return the pleasure he had just granted me; I wanted desperately to engulf his throbbing hardness, massage him with my throat, and ultimately force him to paint me with his essence. He must have had the same thought and desire, as he slowly stood, towering above me as I still lay in the grass, and began to undress for me, taking his time, his hands constantly touching himself. And when at last the ultimate male symbol was revealed to me and he stood fully nude before me, my heart swooned, and my womb quivered with excitement, propelling yet another surge of liquid love through my drenched panties and shorts to anoint the grass and the dirt beneath me. 

Rising to my hands and knees, I crawled the short distance to him, bending to kiss his bare feet. Slowly, I worked my way up his body, my hands maintaining perpetual contact with him as my mouth licked and nibbled his skin. The rain fell even harder still, but neither of us cared. When I finally arrived at my goal, he thoughtfully brushed my wet, stringy hair away from my face as I took him into my mouth. 

So hard yet so soft, the erect invader thrilled me yet again just by its simple yet unforgettable presence. Despite the near-torrential rain, I could still taste the precum leaking from and coating the tip, and savored his sweet taste. One hand cupped him gently as the other reached behind him, squeezing as if to test the softness of a pillow. I felt like a little girl, enjoying an oversize lollipop for the first time, reveling in the taste, in the sensation of having my mouth filled, and it felt as if the wetness inside me was increasing yet again. 

The now-increasing wind, the incessant downpour, and his hands all caressed me. My head bobbed slowly, steadily, my tongue flickering about to purposely tease him. My remaining clothing felt heavy upon me, weighted down by the rain; even my hair felt heavy as it tumbled down my back, yet - like having him lay upon me earlier - it was a very welcome weight, one which few would likely ever comprehend. 

Reaching behind me, he unclasped my bra. My hands retracted while my head continued its steady pace, continuing to please him as I removed the final garment from my torso. Now topless, my breasts truly hung free, a sensation I have enjoyed ever since my chest began to develop all those years ago. My hands returned to my chest, fondling the hanging orbs as he returned to caressing my face and keeping my hair out of the way. His simple thoughtfulness earned him yet another mark of respect in my proverbial book, and I hummed softly around him in response. 

Gently, he nudged me away, kneeling before me and kissing me deeply. It appeared that I would not get my wish, at least not now. Instead of bathing me with his seed, he apparently had another plan. 

He hugged me tightly, whispering in my ear, "I'm going to take you like the bitch you are!" 

I held him even tighter for a moment, that one important word causing my entire body to quiver with anticipation. He knew I enjoyed being taken from behind so that he could spank me as he repeatedly filled me, and I suddenly no longer minded that my previous desire would not be realized today. 

Finally extricating myself from his grasp, I stood, and made a show for him as I carefully slipped out of my shorts and panties. It felt so good to finally be free of all clothing, to let the rain pelt my entire body without any barriers preventing direct contact with my heated skin. As I tossed the drenched black panties aside, he stood and pressed himself into me, his lips finding mine briefly before he spun me around to face away from him. For a moment, his hands cupped my breasts as if he were forming a human bra for me, and I could feel his hot, hard length pressing into the divide of my backside. Despite the rain, his body was just as hot as mine, and I knew that we would both soon be even hotter. 

Tiny hailstones joined the downpour as he nudged me toward the ground. I slithered slowly downward, attempting to keep my back in constant contact with him, and unable to suppress a smile and a soft sigh as I felt his hardness against the back of my head. I wanted so much to suddenly turn around and engulf him once more, but he quickly shoved me forward to my hands and knees on the wet ground, facing away from him. Beyond the edge of the clearing, the mountainside gave way to a sheer vertical drop, thus allowing an exquisite view across the wide valley, the opposite mountain range hidden by the thick curtain of rain and increasing hail. 

I felt him place himself into position, and then he barged his way inside me with relative ease. My body adjusted to him, spreading to accommodate him even while trying to draw him deeper inside me. The rain and hail continued to pelt us both, adding to the sensations washing over me. 

Fully sheathed within me, he lay upon my back, his hands roughly mauling my breasts. "What are you?" he asked in my ear. With the loud sound of the downpour, he obviously did not hear my response, as he asked even louder, "What are you?" 

"I'm a bitch!" I replied strongly, my head turned to his ear. "I'm your bitch!" 

He bit my shoulder, hard, and a yelp of pain escaped me. Then he raised himself up off my back, his hands moving to my hips as he began to piston inside me. The rain and the hail once again landed unfettered upon my bare back, the hail stinging as now larger hailstones pummeled me. My body moved in counterrhythm with his steady thrusts, the liquid love being sloshed mesmerizingly inside me as my breasts swayed erotically beneath me. My eyes closed, I was vaguely aware of the moans spewing forth from my lips, and knew that if he had his way, I would soon be screaming for him, screaming his name so the entire world would know who had claimed my body, my heart, my soul. 

I yelped loudly again as my soulmate spanked me hard, the wetness of my skin making the strike sting more than usual. He struck my cheeks again and again, timing the hits perfectly with his lunges deep into my body. I moaned, I yelped, I grunted, I squealed, and I loved every moment of it, the perpetual sway of my breasts heightening the experience. 

"What are you!?!" he nearly yelled as he plowed deep inside me yet again, accompanying the powerful thrust with another fierce strike to my ass and even larger hailstones now slamming into my unprotected skin. 

"I'm your bitch!!!" I cried after a loud grunt. "I'm your bitch!!! I'm your bitch!!!" 

A fierce bellow of thunder steamrolled across the mountainside just as I screamed in climax, yet my voice was nearly lost in Nature's roar. My body spasmed around the hearty intruder, attempting to milk every last molecule of creamy white goodness from it as my arms and legs turned to rubber. Seconds later, no longer able to support myself, I collapsed upon the ground, unintelligible sounds still escaping my lips as he withdrew, leaving me feeling empty. He was denying me yet again - he had yet to deposit his essence either onto or inside my body. 

I felt myself being rolled onto my back, and as I opened my eyes, I saw he knelt beside me, preparing to lift me as a large hailstone bounced off the bridge of my nose. "It's safer inside!" he noted above the clamor of the rain and hail and yet another roar of thunder. Somehow, I willed my arms to wrap around his neck, and he lifted me, carrying me back to the cabin and leaving all our drenched, discarded clothing behind. 

Just as he shouldered our way through the back door, another powerful rumble of thunder shook the mountainside, indicating the lightning was striking not far from the cabin. The noise of the rain and hailstones slamming into the roof was louder than I could ever remember having heard in the past, further evidence of the ferocity of this storm. I have always loved thunderstorms, and this storm in particular was providing an extra thrill to our afternoon activities. 

Gingerly, he set me down on the sofa, my wet skin feeling strange where it touched the upholstery. Then he spread my legs, knelt, and began to lick me. 

After the harsh spanking and the powerful thrusts he had used upon and within me when we were outside, the gentle, slow, deliberate, caressing motions of his tongue seemed almost foreign, yet just as amazing. His fingers carefully spread me, holding apart my folds so his tongue could have better access to my womanly wonders. 

The contrast of the gentle action between my legs with the near-violent weather cast upon the mountainside was incredibly mind-boggling. Yet my heart was torn between the two absolutely-opposite events: With each flash of lightning briefly illuminating the darkened cabin and each tremendous roar of thunder shaking the mountainside, my heart beat more vigorously, yet as the sweet and graceful actions of my soulmate continued, my heart melted and dribbled onto his face and fingers. Closing my eyes, I tried to concentrate on both events, attempted to fully enjoy each simultaneously. 




Bitch



Sometimes I just get home and I am in a bad mood. I had a rough day at school and the only thing I want is a beer and few quiet minutes watching football on the TV. Then, on the way home I get call from one of the credit cards. It seems someone has been shoe shopping again. Fucking great!

I walk into the house and don't say a word. I hear you in the back bedroom. You call out to me. I say nothing. Sometimes, not often, but sometimes, the sound of another voice in this house makes me want to explode.

I go to the fridge, grad a Shiner and sit on the couch and turn on the TV. You walk out, dressed in a tank top and a long flowing skirt.

You are sexy and on any other day, I would sweep you up and carry you into the bedroom. But, this isn't any other day. Today is not about you. It's not about us. It's about me and what I need. And right now, that's some alone time.

"I said hi," you say as you walk into the kitchen.

I acknowledge you with a grunt and I turn up the volume.

I peer around the corner and watch you, bent over the counter, wiping it down. Your ass sways back and forth and suddenly my mood changes.

My discontentment turns to anger and to arousal.

Money is tight and she spent it. But that ass, it causes a myriad of emotions, a combination that I am not used to. I had always been a bit more, passive. I am more of a lover, not so much a fighter. But now, I have two urges. To soak you in my cum and to fuck you until you break in half.

"So you're not going to talk to me," you ask without looking at me.

Nothing escapes my lips. I simply get up and walk over to you. You didn't notice me until I am standing right behind you, my body brushing against your back.

I slide my hands down your arms toward your wrists. You begin to turn to me.

"OK, I have a few minutes," you say.

Before you can turn round, my grip locks on your wrists. I bend you down, preventing you from turning.

"Take it easy. You're hurting me."

I say nothing still. I bring your wrists together and hold them with one hand.

With the other, I bring your tank and the cups of your bra over one of your tits, exposing the soft, supple breasts and the pink nipple.

"Stop it, I said." Your mouth says no, but the nipple that threatens to pierce my hand says yes.

"Oh, I will stop soon enough," I say. The raspy voice surprises me.

I give the nipple a pinch before letting go, hiking the skirt over your ass and pushing your panties down.

You back arches forward as I run my hands up and down your slit from behind.

"Umm...I said no....mm mm"

"I am not fucking deaf."

I bring my soaked finger back from your pussy and stick it into your mouth.

"Taste your cunt!" I order.

I scream as you bite my finger. A trail of blood escapes from your lips as you suck on the crimson fluid escaping from my finger.

"Oh, you will pay for that, bitch."

I let go of your hands, but you don't move. I work my pants loose and down, my cock springing to life.

With a swift motion, I rip your panties free, leaving red marks on your thighs.

I sink into you and begin pounding.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yea. Slow down."

I don't slow down. "No, I am fucking you like the dirty bitch you are."

"Stop it!" you say, yet your ass fucks back into me. I love watching that ass. I imagine fucking into it. Fucking until my whole body is inside you. Fucking you until you vibrate into pieces. I am beating your guts, I am taming you.

You grab my hand and continue sucking on the finger that is seeping blood. I pull it out and coat your tits with it. It aches so much, like the aching in my balls.

With a quick motion I pull out and I lift you up, knocking over glass containers and dishes. I carry you, on to the kitchen table, clearing it with my hand.

I re enter your pussy, and pound away. Your bald cunt stretches to accept me, to take all of me. I hope you are sore for days after this. I hope you remember when you sit down to pee and it hurts a bit. I re insert my bleeding finger into your mouth, at the same time using my hand to cover your mouth.

"You like my blood, bitch? Well two can play." I take a bite out of the underside of your breasts, causing little trickles of blood to flow out. I have never been blood thirsty, but I am now. I lap it like a dog.

You are wriggling tying to get away. You are beating me with one hand, yet the other has my ass and is helping me to fuck you. I am so hungry to be inside you, to tear you apart with my cock.

I feel your grip tighten as you body tenses and, then quickly relaxes. Your sucking on my finger becomes harder as you cum.

I am about to cum. With this, I pull you down onto you knees, trying to keep you out of the broken porcelain.

I thrust my cock deep in your mouth and cum, forcing every drop down your eager little throat. 

Once I am limp, I pull out, slapping the limp penis across your face. I zip up my pants and walk out of the room, feeling better. Did I just rape you? I don't know. I don't think so. I think I gave you what you needed. But I do know that I needed that, and part of me thinks things are about to change around here. 



Bitch



I'd always thought that there were some things that were always right and some things that were always wrong. I guess you could say I am a little naïve living my life in black and white but that is just me. While I am speaking of me let me tell you about me a bit. I am 6' tall, 256 pounds, have long, wavy (read falling in ringlets) dark brown hair and am married. 

Now I've always wanted my wife to be the dominant one in our relationship—dominant--as in my 24/7/365 Mistress/Goddess—but it just not her thing. She wishes me to be equal to her in stature and in all ways, however I find that I am extremely submissive to women. Any woman who knows my secret can control me quite easily just by using that knowledge, and her feminine wiles, to control me completely and without reservation. 

I never thought it would happen, being the faithful man that I am, but some things you have no control over—especially when they have control over you—in this case the control belonged to a bitch of a woman with a desire to possess me and my cock! 

It happened that one week I was alone while the wife was visiting her sister for a while. I fell into my old habit of going to strip clubs while she was away. Now, let me tell you, I used to be a bouncer so I know which ones are simply out for the money and which ones are out for the good time. It is the ones out for a good time, but not sex, that I was interested in. 

When I found an interesting prospect I purchased her for a private lapdance. Her movements on my cock even through my loose shorts, where incredible and left no doubt in her mind the effect she was having on me—as if the tent in the front of my pants could possibly leave any doubts at all. 

Now, I knew I got one out for just a good time when she reached up through the opening in my loose shorts and grabbed my rampant cock. As I wasn't wearing underwear—I find them too constricting, but the wife thinks not wearing any is gross so I only do this when she is away—she got a good hold of my cock and balls. It was then that I was in trouble. 

As soon as she had them, even without her telling me to, I feel rather quickly into subspace. Now, for those not in the know, subspace is the place a person's mind goes when it is at its most submissive and controllable. I fell into it quickly. 

This lovely vision of womanhood who had me so entranced without a word was 6' 3" tall, brunette with hair to her knees, had deep, penetrating violet-colored eyes and a voice that could melt iron and turn a man as hard as such with but a whisper. 

"I am your Mistress now slut," she said most forcefully. 

And I nodded quickly as I could barely think let alone talk. 

"You will do as I say, when I say and will not hesitate in doing so or you will be punished severely," she continued. 

I feel to me knees with my head and eyes downcast. 

"I see you are knowledgeable about this lifestyle slut," she intoned. 

"Yes Mistress," I managed to choke out. 

"Good," she continued, "I have several friends I like to show my sluts off to and sometimes share them with. If you are lucky you may join my stable of sluts." 

Although I was not certain I suspected she was bisexual—I wasn't wrong! 

"Kiss my feet and polish my shoes slut," she said, her voice not allowing for any option but to do so. 

My face went first to her left shoe, patent leather and I worked hard to make it shine well enough to please her. As I was doing so she picked her foot up and inserted the 9" stiletto heel in my mouth. 

"Suck it like it was your cock and you are the bitch who is lucky enough to service it that evening slut," she said with ice in her voice. 

Now nothing is sexier to me than a tall, dominant woman and with her heels on she was 7' tall. At my 6', she'd tower over me standing up and here I was on my knees before her. 

I sucked those heels like my life depended on the job I did. I became an expert male fellatrix that day. 

When she had used my mouth sufficiently she pushed me to all fours and told me not to move no matter what. She stripped me naked quickly. It was then that she pushed that spike of a heel with my saliva all over it up my ass. She began to fuck me with it. Trying not to move was impossible and I was not yet sure whether I wanted to move out of pleasure or pain. 

I've always said I was a male slut and here I was proving it. I got a chance to prove it even more shortly afterwards as Mistress called in the other dancers to show them how quickly she had turned me into her slut slave. 

I've always been a tough guy, but I melt in to a totally submissive slut when around the right woman and this bitch was definitely it. 

As the other dancers I was there, on the floor, on all fours, stripped naked and my cock hanging down long, thick, hard and heavy for all to see. Now, having worked in strip clubs as a bouncer before, I know that they rarely have less than 5 dancers at any given time, but I was surprised to see better than 20 women walk in the door and gaze at me. 

Never before have I felt so humiliated, so much like a prize bull about to offered up for sale! I was to be sold though, you don't sell sluts you use them. I could feel every hand and every body part they wanted to touch me touching me. Oh, the indignity of it. I so wanted my dominant side--I am a switch, in case I mentioned it--to come to the forefront and take these women and have my way forcefully with them. It did not. 

My body trembled as I was manhandled and told what to do by this seemingly endless parade of exotic dancers. I was, at one point, told I was going to be "ridden hard and put away wet." Now that is something I wanted. Or so I thought. 

I was placed into chains binding my hands to each other, my feet to each other, my hands and feet separated by spreader bars and then those were attached to each other and thence the floor. 

With being so bound I was unable to move, my ass, mouth and cock were ripe targets for my usage. My eyes spread wide-eyed as I saw more than a few of the women were strapping on dildoes of all shapes and sizes, not to mention lengths. 

At one point an unusual device was placed in my mouth that held it open to their attentions. I felt like a whore, a slut, a slave to be used without limit or hesitation and I was. 

My ass and mouth were repeatedly savaged at the same time and I went deeper and deeper into subspace. Eventually, I no longer even recognized my own name when it was mentioned. I simply responded to the attentions paid to me physically and the names I now recognized myself by---the simplest being "slut." 

My mouth was aching and my ass felt like it had been split asunder when they finally removed the unusual device from my mouth. I no longer cared that they had, in appearances only, savagely raped me. This was who I am and this is what I wanted. 

The deeper I went into to subspace, the more I lost my identity and the more I would do to please my Mistress. When one of Mistress's friends turned out to be a 6' tall, black, Amazon goddess with the addition of a 15" long, 6" thick cock I did not even flinch as she shoved it down my throat. 

The Amazon fucking my throat did not care for me, she savaged my mouth with an intensity that was best reserved for use on a machine that would not be hurt by what she did, but that was what I was now---a fucking machine with no cares, no feelings, simply to be used, abused and replaced if necessary. 

She forced her own, very real, cock down my throat. My gag reflex took over but she forced her cock down my slutty throat without reservation. She made me force my way past the gag reflex so I could, and did, take her cock all the way down to its root. My hands roamed to her balls, feeling them, weighing them, massaging them so that the desire for her sperm in my stomach could be satisfied. 

I did not have to wait long. I could feel her girth increasing as she neared completion and my mouth expanded to accommodate her. As she pumped my stomach full of her cum I drank it as if it was the elixir of life and I wanted as full a measure as I could get. 

The woman was a firehouse and I had the fire she was trying to put out. When she pulled out of my mouth unexpectedly she gave me what most men would love to give to a woman—a pearl necklace—but not the kind that comes from oysters. She sprayed my face, my hair, my chest, my cock and the rest of my body with her juices until she could cum no more and I was a sticky, cum covered slut. 

Her voice brooked no disobedience when she told me to start cleaning myself up, not to miss a drop and swallow every last drop. 

There was no chance I'd disobey her, even if I was not light-years into subspace at this point. The dancers all took turns with me and each tried to degrade me more than the previous, but this Amazon had me and she knew it. 

At the end of the private humiliation that the dancers gave me the story gets really interesting. 

But that is for another time...



Bitch



Be careful what you bet.

Cody had me; we both knew he did. If I was in his place I'd be merciless. The bet was high stakes; whoever lost had to give the winner whatever he wanted. I thought I'd win. I'd already planned on my winnings: I'd trade cars with him for a week. Cody was in his element in his SUV and I grinned whenever I imagined him in a beat-up Kia. 

But I lost. The Penguins did not win the playoffs; no SUV for me, and it was up to Cody to decide what he wanted from me.

He came in gloating. "Ha ha, LOSER!" he cried when he saw me.

"Yeah yeah. Okay, what do you want?" 

He looked at me for about ten seconds.

"Show up at my house at seven, and I'll tell you then."

If I'd known then what he planned, I'd never have gone. Knowing what I knew now, I'd have gone. All the way.

I showed up at his house in the battered car I was still stuck with and knocked, and he let me in. He was wearing gym shorts, no shirt, no shoes; but I didn't think anything of it. He usually dressed like that around the house.

"C'mon in." He gave me a weird smile and he looked me up and down.

"So, I get anything I want from you." His voice was self-satisfied.

"Yeah, whatever, what do you want?"

"Follow me." He walked to his basement door and looked back at him. I was a bit irritated as I followed him down the stairs into the cool dark.

He had a pillory. It was on a big pedestal of wood about an inch high and six feet square, tiled, with casters on the bottom; that must have been why I'd never seen it before, because he had a couch down here I'd slept on quite a few times. The pillory was on the edge of the pedestal, about four feet to the crosspiece with the holes in it. It looked like a sturdy piece of work.

"In you go for an hour." He grinned and pointed at the pillory.

"You do this a lot?" I didn't really expect him to answer, but he did.

"As often as I can." I didn't know what that meant, but now I do. Do I ever. "C'mon, get in."

I put it off as long as I could, then I stood in front of the pedestal.

"No, get on it," he told me, and I stepped on the platform expecting to roll. It was locked still and didn't move a bit when I kicked it. I faced the pillory and felt this weird dread. I put my head and arms in there and he came over and locked it down on me, and put this big-ass padlock on it. It clicked like a jail door.

He looked at me and just grinned, then disappeared behind me. I didn't even feel him get on the platform, but my left leg was pulled up behind me the way you'd shoe a horse, and my shoe and sock were pulled off.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked him, and I felt him pulling up on my right leg and pulling at the shoe. When he had them both, he circled around into my field of view. 

"Just makin' you a bit more comfortable," he told me. "Bitch."

I didn't think anything about him calling me that, we insulted each other all the time. But then his fingers were at my belt buckle, and he unfastened my pants and started pulling them down with my boxers, and I struggled and kicked threw my weight against the pillory. It didn't move, it might have been made of cement. 

He got my pants around my ankles and somehow pulled them off my left leg, then my right, even though I kicked at my own leg where I felt his hands. "Cody, let me the fuck out of this thing!" That's enough man. Fucking quit that!"

He circled back into view and grinned again. "I get your ass for as long as I want it," he said to me, "so if you settle down this won't take an hour."

And then he did a dance move in front of me and I could see he was sporting some wood. I sank inside. "Aw, man, no...please..."

He looked down, and then back up at me, with that smile on his face. "What, this?" He dropped his gym shorts and stuck that huge fucking dick in my face. I was trying hard to get away from it but I couldn't escape the pillory, and he touched my cheek with it. It left a wet streak.

He moved out of view again, and I felt cold liquid run down the crack of my ass. He said behind me, "You're ass is mine, remember? Well, that's what I want. That sweet ass I been noticing."

"Fuck, you can't do this, I'll call the cops!"

I heard a swish and felt a swat across my ass that lit up like fire. I felt my ass clench up like a bank safe and a tear came to my eye I couldn't reach to wipe away. It was followed by another, then another and tears rolled down my nose to drip on the floor beyond the edge of the pillory. My back started to hurt from being in the pillory.

"You won't say shit, bitch," he told me, and now I knew he meant 'bitch' in a different way, like I was his property, the jailhouse I'm-about-to-fuck-your-ass way.

I felt his fingers rubbing my asshole, poking in a little, and another wash of cold liquid. His finger pushed in a little and stopped when I tightened up, then it'd go out a little and then in deeper, and I'd tense up and it would stop, and it went on like that til I could feel his finger moving inside me. Then it pulled all the way out and my ass shut tight, then it relaxed and he went all the way in with that finger and I made a yelping noise. I felt it rubbing around in there and it felt like a doctor visit. "How's the prostate, dick?" I yelled back at him, with hate in my voice.

"I'll tell you in a minute," he said, from right behind my head, and my shirt got lifted up around my neck and wrists. I felt his hairy chest on my back and then something hot and thick was sliding into me. I felt my asshole stretching to fit it, but it was too big and it hurt. It slid in a little way and then I felt more cold liquid and it slid in until it hit the back wall of my ass and further. It felt like it was moving my guts around. It kept going into me forever, and then I felt Cody's pubic hair pressed against my stinging ass.

"Oh, yeah," I heard him groan behind the pillory, and that cock thrust forward a little farther into me. I grunted and moved my body forward against the pillory as far as I could. He grabbed my hips and pulled them straight.

I was powerless, and strained against the pillory that held me. I was powerfully aware of the violating dick in me, and he moved it almost all the way out and then slipped it back in.

It hurt at first, and then it was uncomfortable, like I needed to go really bad. He moved in and out of me. I could smell latex and knew he'd put on a rubber. It was the least he could do; he was raping me.

He had made me his bitch.

It was that thought that did it. I felt myself get hot, like I had a fever, and I could feel his cock against my prostate and in a weird way it felt good. He stuck it into me deeper, and I felt a tingle at the base of my spine, behind the great big dick. 

I felt his hand on my dick and I realized I was rock-hard. "You like that, don't you?" he asked me. I didn't say anything, and I felt the cock slide out, and realized I missed it. I felt his finger against the head of my cock, and then he walked around to my face and showed me a dribble of come that he had wiped from the head of my penis. "See that? I think you're likin' this." He held his finger close to my lips. "Lick," he told me. I met his eyes, and I knew I wanted it. I stretched my tongue out and licked my come off his hand. His bitch.

"Good boy."

He picked up a digital camera and I screamed; he circled behind me and took a few shots while I struggled to hide my hardon. I watched the flash light up the wall with my shadow. "You tell the cops about THIS," he laughed, and there went that plan. I felt his fingers on my cock again, and he made me lick my come off his hand again, while he laughed at me. As I licked his hand, I felt some pleasure deep inside me at doing just what he said.

"You want me to keep fucking you, don't you?" he asked me. I didn't say anything, and I heard that swishing sound again and fire on my ass cheeks and agony rolled over me. My tears started rolling down my nose again, tickling and I couldn't scratch. "What did you say?"

"I want you to keep fucking me," I told him in a quiet voice.

I felt the head of his dick against my ass. It had had time to start contracting back to its normal state and it began to clench on him, and I knew that would hurt. I willed myself to relax and it slid in again, fast. I yelled. "Fuck, Cody, be easy!"

I felt him slide my legs apart, and he pulled up on my stomach while he fucked me, and his prick rubbed against my prostate and that feeling in the base of my spine started again, and my ass tightened on his ass moving inside me, and I felt my prostate swelling against his dick. Cody felt it too.

"Oh yeah, you come for me bitch," he said, and the word echoed in my head, bitch, yes, his bitch, and his hand was on me, stroking in time with his thrusts, and my prostate throbbed against the moving dick and electricity ran up my spine and Cody stuck me hard and fast and I felt myself coming, I knew I was making a huge mess on the pillory and the floor, I didn't care, I came so hard against and around Cody and I said his name in my ecstasy and I felt spurt after spurt rocketing through my body by way of my asshole and prostate.

Cody slowed and pulled out of me. I heard a rubber-glove sound and Cody came into view with no condom on.

"You're a sweet little thing, aren't you?" he asked, smiling, his cockhead seeping pre-come. I just nodded. How could I deny it? "Show me how sweet you are." He moved the head of his dick in front of me.

Now I was cooled off sex, I didn't want to. "I'll bite it," I told him. He walked out of my field of view and came back with a thin piece of bamboo. He had caned me.

"You want more of this?" he asked me, and I shook my head. I wanted no part of that kind of pain again. "Then you open wide and be good to me."

The worst part was the taste of latex; I found myself licking all over his unit and spitting, trying to get the taste off, and then the head went onto my tongue. The taste of his come was sweeter than mine, less salty, and at first I was kind of revolted but then I felt like his bitch again, and it was a good feeling. I ran my tongue on the bottom, the way I liked, and I tightened my lips into a circle to rub up and down on him like my ass must have. I ran my tongue from side to side and sucked air in past my lips with a sloppy slurping kind of sound, something I'd always loved when it was done to me. I looked up and could see Cody's chest, then his head came into view and I knew he'd had his head back to feel it, to feel me. I moved my neck with him as far as the pillory would let me. I couldn't really tell, but I thought my prick was as hard as a rock again. I felt Cody's hand on the back of my head, and he pulled out just a little, his dickhead on the middle of his tongue, and then his dick swelled and I knew what was coming. Him. His dick shot into my mouth and I swallowed it all. His bitch.

He groaned over and over and I took him all, swallowing all of him and licking him clean. I chanced a look up and saw him smiling down at me, like I was a new toy.

"You like it, don't you, bitch?"

"Cody..." I didn't know what to say to him. 

"I knew you were a bitch," he told me. "You were just waiting for the right dick to shove up into you a couple hundred times." 

He unlocked the padlock--the key had been in it the whole time--and let me out of the pillory. I carefully straightened my complaining back and saw a huge puddle of come on the platform.

"Feel better, little bitch?" I realized our relationship was changed. He'd made me take his cock, and he'd made me suck him off, and I was his bitch forever.

He took my hand, and he was tender, and I held it. "I feel better. I feel like you hit me in the ass with your truck, but it...it was...really good."

"Yeah, I figured," he said, pointing at my stiff cock. He led me to the couch and threw me down on it. "I'll do something about that."

His lips closed on me and it was incredible. His mouth was like wet silk on me, slick but with friction, and his tongue was soft on me. I started to move with him and grabbed his shoulders to pull my cock to him. He pulled me in and out with his tongue harder and more insistent with each stroke and I felt myself gather inside and felt that electricity again as I built...and built..and exploded into his mouth. He quickly got up and kissed me, spitting my come into my mouth. I swallowed dutifully, good little bitch that I am.

"You can get up and go," he told me. "But your ass is still mine. Be back here tomorrow at seven."

"I thought an hour--" I couldn't finish; I was confused.

"Yeah, you know, you're right, I said an hour, but...with those pictures, that could go on the Web real easy--" He gave me that grin again.

"I figure I've got your ass forever," he said, and smiled wider. "Bitch."



Bitch and Bear: The Beginning



Bear was rolling down Rt 2 toward Lincoln when he saw him-- carrying a small backpack, walking tanned and shirtless, in tight jeans and boots. Not hitching, but looking over his shoulder as Bear approached. He pulled to a stop beside him-- tall, long-legged, with a tight ass.

"Nice bike." 

"Wanna ride Bitch?"

"I'll ride-- and I love it when you call me Bitch."

Bitch swung his leg over Bear's machine, pushed himself tight up against his broad. leather vest clad back, squeezed his strong legs around Bear's hips, cupped his left hand under his balls, ran his right across Bear's sweaty chest, and flickered his tongue in his ear.

"I know a place up ahead where we could get off the road, and have a little privacy."

"Good-- I gotta piss anyways."

"Ooh-- I'm so thirsty. Can I have a taste?"

"You dirty Bitch!"

Twenty miles down the road, Bitch saw the familiar turnout coming up. He gave Bear's full cock-bulge a little squeeze.

"Turn left here." 

As they pulled into the lot, Bear rolled the bike to a stop near the back of the clearing next to an old woods camp.

"You know whose place this is?"

"Yeah, they're friends of mine."

Bitch got off as soon as they stopped, and stood there unbuttoning his jeans. Bear stretched the kinks out of his legs and stepped to the edge of the clearing to piss-- unzipping his fly.

"You want some, get some." 

Bitch didn't hesitate. He dropped to his knees in front of Bear-- a smile on his face, and his hands down his pants. Bear let it fly-- the first few squirts going in Bitch's face, but Bitch quickly moved his open mouth into the stream, sighing with pleasure. Bear watched as Bitch struggled to swallow as much of his hot piss as he could-- as his flow slowed down, he stuck his cock into Bitch's mouth, and felt him suck greedily at the dripping head. Bear got hard quick, and Bitch didn't fuck around-- he throated Bear's dick all the way to his balls, and pushed back as Bear began to pump his cock into his throat-- a string of thick drool mixing with the piss running down his chest.

"You like that Bitch?"

"Mmm--"

"You ready to get fucked?"

"Please."

"Turn around-- stick your ass in the air."

Bitch pointed his shaved ass at the sky-- pulling his jeans and jockies down around his boots. He was wearing several chrome cock rings, and his tool swung from their weight as he fingered some spit into his tight hole. Bear's cock was slippery from Bitch's throat, so he just shoved it into his offered anus. Bitch moaned and pushed back as Bear's cock drilled deep inside.

"Feel that Bitch?"

"Make me feel it Baby! Use it all!"

Bear fucked him hard. Grunting as he pounded Bitch's slutty hole-- even stepping on his head with a dusty boot, and pushing Bitch's face into the piss-wet grass. The whole time Bitch urged him on, panting.

"Fuck me hard! Cock me! Make it yours!"

Bitch milked Bear's cock with his ass as Bear hammered him dog style. Bear felt himself getting ready to come, and grabbed Bitch's head and shoved his already shooting cock down his throat. Bitch gagged as Bear came-- holding his head and driving Bitch's face against his hairy gut. He felt Bitch panic as he struggled to accommodate all of Bear's pumping cock. He pulled out of his mouth and smiled as Bitch coughed with tears in his eyes-- a little cum even dripping out of his nose. As soon as he caught his breath he took Bear's softening cock into his mouth and sucked down as much of his load as he could.

"There-- clean me up good"

Bitch licked and sucked Bear's cock and balls, like a dog. He slurped and smiled up expectantly-- his face wet, and his lips shiny with cum.

"You like that Bitch?"

"I fucking loved it."

"Where are you heading?"

"No place special."

"Shit-- I can drop you there when I'm done with you. You want to be my fucktoy for a while?"

"Please."

"You'll do what you're told?"

"Anything."

"Your fuck-holes are mine?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I'm your bitch-- my dirty fuck-holes belong to you."

"Get up."

Bitch stood up with his jeans crumpled around his boots. Bear stepped up to him and pulled out a Buck Knife.

"Don't get nervous."

Bear sawed Bitch's jockeys off with the knife, and threw the ruined cloth at him.

"Wipe yourself off, you're nasty."

"Yes I am." 

Bear shoved the backpack into one of his saddlebags while Bitch wiped his piss-soaked body down as best he could with his soiled jockeys. Bear fired up the Harley, and turned toward him.

"Get rid of that rag."

Bitch wrung filthy jockeys out over his mouth-- letting the amber drizzle fall on his tongue. Then he looked right into Bear's eyes as he swallowed the mouthful. He smiled mischievously. 

"Man-- I'm going to have so much fun with you, Bitch. Climb on."

"Where we going?"

"South."

"Sounds good to me." 

Bitch buttoned his fly, buckled his belt, swung on behind Bear, then tossed his torn, fouled briefs into the ditch as they roared away.



Bitch and Dicking: Bitchy Fun at the Beach



The beach is warm, brilliantly sparkly, and dazzling and gorgeous too. I love and adore being here with my beautifully handsome husband, Jace Dicking. He is seated right here before me, casting and shooting his gaze straight upward in that lazy and effortless way that allows and permits him to relax and loll down in the resplendent sunlight in an awesome and adorable fashion that I cannot help but only marvel and yonder at. My sweet innocent, exquisite Jace! He is wearing and putting on some nice blue pants and has his wonderful and well-designed chest bared and laid for me to feast my starving and itchy eyes on. Simply put, he is looking all exclusively yummy and delicious. If he were food, I would have begun devouring and eating him right this very moment and instant. Assuredly!

"What are you thinking in that smart little head of yours, my dearest Bitch?" He asks me coyly and a bit shy at first. I look and gaze straight at him. He is also looking and gawking right back at me. His loveliness and mild sweet innocence...it wins and melts my heart remediless. I draw closer towards him and then start to caress and stroke gently and smoothly his adorable and all too beautiful face and cheeks. His cheeks feel almost nearly just like his buttocks-they are wonderfully and enjoyably soft and squashy-like and sexually arousing and appealing what's more. I think I feel for a split second my very excited and thrilled vagina doing a happy and gleeful dance. Almost certainly! 

This is what I am wearing: Panties that hug and embrace my vagina and butts behind quite too dearly and firmly, and a pink and brightly in appearance bra that is bracing and holding up resolutely my medium-size breasts to their position and beautifully shape. I am wearing literally nothing on my feet beneath there, just like Jace here with me. And my feet and knees themselves are covered and smeared up in nothing other wet, sprinkly, and dampy beach sand. I feel so wonderfully and dazzlingly beautiful in this immense sunlight. This is a wonderful and glorious day to not let slip away without enjoying or spoiling up myself a mite jot bit. 

"You want to know what I am thinking, Dicking, don't you?" I ask him gently and calmly. My eyes flicker and flare up from the almost blinding sunlight that is streaming and flooding on me from straight above. I fetch my dark sunglasses immediately, and then slip and put them on over my aching and tear-leaking eyes. At least this feels much more better and suitable. I wonder how it is exactly that I look like in these dark glasses and pink bra and panties attire of mine . I love being here on the beach, almost always and inconsistently too!

Jace frowns and makes a sad face at me. He then tells me, "Okay, I do not care anymore to know what it is precisely that you are thinking about right now. I want you to do this one thing for me please, honey. Do not deny it to me please."

I frown and knit my brows instead. I am wondering and mulling quietly to myself on what it is exactly that he wants to make known and incontrovertible to me. Maybe he is going to ask me to have sex with him right here on this beach. Maybe he is going to tug and tow my panties downwards so that he can finger and lick and swat my worried anus behind there. I cannot tell which is which here, but whatever it is that his plans and motives are, it does not feel or even smell all that satisfyingly good and worthwhile to me. No, it doesn't in any way susceptible!

"Tell me, my one and only Dicking: What is it precisely that you want to shoot the breeze unto me as regards and concerns whatever topic it is that you feel like wanting to discuss and address here privately." Even as I say this myself, I am inwardly apprehensive and restless and worried anxiously too on the other hand. Maybe it is something good, maybe it is something awfully bad, maybe it is something that I can manage and handle fine on my own, perhaps it is something that I cannot bear and withstand. To be honest and downright frank with you, I don't know and even understand which is exactly which here. Maybe I am just being paranoid and indifferent. I just don't truthfully know.

"You see, Bitch, I want you to strip awfully naked as I will be singing and playing the guitar for you. You will be doing it just for our sole fun and unreserved happiness. Also I need you to do it like you are some professional pole dancer, or let's put it as simply being a night club dancer. All those sexy and breathtaking moves-I want and expect you to act them out for me. So are you in this fun-time deal of ours, or not, sweetie Bitch?" I look and glance direct at him through my dark-some glasses. His facial expression and countenance is so stern and grave. Which I do take here for a sign that he is dead serious and straight-faced in addition. Obviously! There is no any mistaking or misgiving about it.

In a bold and daring voice, I respond back to him, "It is a deal done, Mr. Dicking. I am in for it." And I am serious and dead-faced about this, mind you. I think that Jace is right. We must do some bit tad of sexual-touching thing and act here, whether it involves and accommodates heavy and strong actual sexual performance, or whether it doesn't. I start to prepare and ready myself up. Today will be today. I am going to strip totally naked while jigging and juddering and jiving up to Jace's piece of music. I watch him as he gets and lays hold of his guitar, and before he even starts to strike and strum up some piece of musical notes, I do it first by strumming and hitting my fingers across the middle of my legs-where my sweet precious vagina is-and I stop suddenly and abruptly to let him, Jace Dicking, do up the actual thing and concert-like stuff himself. 

His voice is so sweet and mildly gentle. I love and adore it. The way that it rings and echoes and peals sweetly and melodiously into my ears, it shatters my inner sadness and fills me wholly with inexpressible joy and gladness. And just what song on Earth does Jace sing and warble out to me? It is none other than that sweetly and wonderful song done by Maino featuring T-Pain, one that has the heavenly title by the flow and chime of 'All The Above.' I love this song, and I think that I am going to strip stark naked and clothe-less without caring or minding about anything else existing and living up in this restless world of ours. From what I know, we are all alone and just the two of us right at this place and time. I don't know. There might be someone hidden on some spot somewhere nearby and quietly and soundlessly watching us, but I do not care or mind about that at all. No. I simply and categorically do not: 

Yo Pain you ready, yooh? 

Mane let's lock and load ah-ha

Just blaze, yeah Lord turn up!

But I think we got one, yeah ha, here we go

As the song is sung and carolled on, I can't help myself but dance and jive and hop myself seductively to it. I like it. I can feel it moving and working and penetrating and piercing its way deep and more deeper and sweetly and pleasurably deepest into my soul and bossom. Maybe I am just so insanely and deliriously obsessed with sweetly music and honeyed melodies and sugared up lyrics themselves. I especially like and cherish how this songs start in the very first. It is almost like that of the genre of classical music, but as fleeting and ephemeral time goes and lapses on, it's true nature and genre is revealed and disclosed in that wonderful and beautiful way that you cannot counteract or turn away from. The RnB and Hip-hop pieces and components and rap as well are introduced and brought in in that awesome and alluring way that entices and snares you unconsciously into the vigorous but seductive dancing thing, way up till the very end. To be honest and frank, I can dance and jive to this song for as long as time and reality can allow and authorize me to do thus: 

Tell me what do you see

When you looking at me...

What I'm destined to be...

The struggle is nothing but love...

I'm a miracle, baby

I refuse to lose... 

First, I place my finger into my mouth whilst looking directly and straight at Jace, and then start to shake and joggle about my very own big and sexually stimulating ass behind there. I can feel it joggle and sway about with every slight and steady movement of mine. As I lick and suck my finger slowly and brilliantly smooth, I observe and notice Jace lick and sweep his lips helplessly about with his very own tongue. I am not naked already. But I am picturing and envisioning that I am already naked and in my glorious birthday suit before his very face and eyes. I mean: Men and their all too highly sexual thinking! 

Jace can't just stop playing and hitting recklessly and yet thoughtfully and considerately about his noisy boisterous guitar. Neither do I cease dancing and shaking and jiggling restlessly vigorous my ass behind. My goodness! This is all an amazingly wonderful and enjoyable performance indeed! I thrown and cast my butts left and right, then back left, then forward right, then backwards left again, then eventually and ultimately right and so on and on repeatedly. I even turn my back towards Jace behind there so that he can see the whole feat and performance of mine all too clearly and painlessly easy. And guess what my fear in this whole process is all about? That I might fart as if I am about to yield heavy diarrhoea and leave him all puzzled and perplexed and stunned up. Well, as long as it takes all my might and vigor, I will see and faithfully contend to assure and guarantee that such kind of a thing does not get to happen or come about. No, it will surely be not so!

I bend and arch myself down a little bit hard so that I can shake and sway my buttocks wonderfully fast and safe and sanely. Jace is still strumming and playing his guitar up, singing and crooning in a sugary and heavenly-resembling voice that is like cocaine and marijuana to my very own ears and senses. The louder and harshly but beautifully too piercing he hits and bashes his guitar with the sole aid and service of his preoccupied fingers, the more faster and quicker I jig and joggle my ass harmoniously behind. The more sweeter and excellent he sings and warbles out, the more harder and active and sexier I push and arch and bow myself down for him to see my buttocks jiggle and rock and sway in just the ideal excellent agreement and harmony. 

I don't get to see how he does it, but he just accomplishes it all too fast and unexpectedly. He swats and hits and cuffs my round, curvy, and well-formed and seductively shaped butts with his single own hand and palm when I am least aware and expecting it! I smile and grin to myself quietly just after this, and then concentrate and focus on getting this quick and ice-cream like job and assignment of mine done and finished on with. I lift my foot and leg up when he least expects it, and strum and hit my vagina down there with my very own fingers and hand like I am playing some other guitar just like he is doing behind me there. 

I wheel and turn around towards him again and then slowly and with delicately moving hands pull and tweak down my pink-colored bra so that my breasts are bared and uncovered before his very face and eyes. Then I do two things all at once: I shake and jig and sway about my very own boobies and big fat shapely ass behind, stirring myself quickly this side, then rapidly that other, and randomly and unexpectedly that other route and direction again. To be honest and plain damn truthful with you, it is all too much glee and fun and excitement all in all. I enjoy and love, love it all so very much indeed. Don't you yourself? 

My buttocks and boobies-or breasts, are shaking and trembling and oscillating all too violently and unsteadily. I feel almost like they are going to drop and plummet straight off to the beach sand beneath me. Still, this incurable fear and terror of mine does not stop and hold me from jiving and shaking about as carelessly and frantically mad as I feel like doing and acting out. I am like a mad woman this very moment. I tilt and arch and throw my head this side and then that other, sending and hurling carelessly and incessantly blithely my hair this direction and then that other. The way I am fast losing my control and senses altogether, it is almost like another being and creature from the preternatural world has come to take control and possession of me all out of nowhere and unexpectedly. Even Jace himself is so utterly and horribly surprised and consumed with awful shock to see and notice me be in this very appalling state and manner. It is like he was not even foreseeing me to last to this round and minute. I just don't frankly know. 

Finally, I pull and tug my panties away while doing a sexy and seductive downward aching and backwards bowing of myself, one where I show and flaunt to Jace before me here that special and priceless everything that I have to possess and wield in the very midst of my very own two and never three or one leg-or should it be legs? My vagina is a brilliant and highly aroused red, almost pink in some sense and style to the very brand of underwear and panties that I am putting on right this particular moment. My sweet dearest vagina! The absolute pride and power of my feminine being and entire self. I don't know what would truly happen to me if I ever wake up one early morning to find and realize that she is gone and nowhere to be traced or tracked down. 

Well, if she happens to be missing and non-existent that very day and I learn that I have absolutely and terribly nothing in between my sweet, beautiful legs themselves, I am going to be always crying myself to sleep every coming night until I find myself welcomed and consoled and eventually working in white and cleanly saint robes in some very charitable nunnery. Or if I get up from bed and see an erect penis immediately, I am either going to get a butcher knife from the kitchen and slice and hack it off so that I instantaneously bleed to death and popularly get featured on the '1000 Most Cruel Ways to Die' show. Or even gladly and egoistically accept and embrace my new-found masculinity and straight off divorce Jace for fear and horror of being labeled as "gay," and then prowl and wander off to some far away beach club to look and hunt for a beautiful blond or brunette or red-headed bitch to fuck and cum about as I feel like doing with her. Ha-ha! I am just purely joking with all this stuff, guys. Don't take my word as seriously gospel, I beg you-on my two knees and hands!



Bitch and Dicking: Blindfolded



I am aware that I have to go shower now, without any particular kind of delay. Jace Dicking, my very own beloved husband, will be back from work any moment now and it shall be my duty to serve him his meal for the night and also to make sure that he has something sweet and healthy in every way imaginable to drink for this special night. It is a lot of work to do, and then after this, we will at length last make love and call the night an ending in the affectionate and loving arms and shoulders of the other. Being a dutiful wife is not easy, and so is being a loving and caring husband too.

I am standing before the huge mirror, dressed in this intensely long blue dress that I am now about to strip off and cast recklessly down to the floor. I can see my reflection staring and gawking back at me. My eyes are hazel and darkly-seeming in color, and my hair is light brown and flourishing, my skin lastly itself being a flawless dark gold and blooming slight pale in appearance and health issues; my body is slender and just-the-ideal built. Simply put, I love the natural and artless way that I usually and more often than not am.

Just when I have stripped naked and cast my blue dress straight down towards the floor, the door swings and dangles open all of a sudden and abruptly, making me to jump and wince away in fright and consternation. I look about in my birthday suit, and there I see him, my very own Mr. Dicking, tired and looking dead beat to the very last inch. He must have had a wearisome and tedious day at the same time.

"Jace," I mumble and say out as lowly and softly mild as I can. I walk straight towards him and once I have made it to where he is now taking his stand at, he quickly and hastily stirs towards me to touch and tow me straight towards himself and then hits and clashes his lips fiercely against mine. It is all a wonderful feeling and sensation to undergo and experience. He kisses and smooches me slowly and gently careful, like a real man and gentleman ought to do to his lady. Then once he is done with me, he pulls and withdraws himself away from me to glance and stare deeply into my eyes. 

"How was your day at work, Dicking?" I ask him tunefully and harmoniously. He places a steady and cautious finger into my mouth to graze and caress my tongue before he pulls and tows it out towards himself. Only after this does he give me a reply.

"My day was stress-filled and very much boring, and I couldn't really wait to get back here at home and be with you again, my dear sweetmost Bitch."

I am Elle Bitch. Yes. Bitch is my surname and last name. Jace himself here standing before me is Jace Dicking. Dicking is his family last name and that's it. Since I am married and wed to him, I have now become Elle Bitch Dicking. But Jace still insists on calling me, "Bitch."

"I was about to go and take a quick shower. Anyway, since you are already here, why don't you let me fix you up a quickie meal for you. It won't tale long really-I promise, Dicking."

He looks at me with pleading and imploring eyes. "No, Bitch. Don't fix anything for me please."

"But why, dear? You are really and heavily tired. Don't deny it please because you have already confessed this to me. Besides, I can easily and clearly tell it." 

"It's not that, sweetie. You see, I had a snack at Danny's shortly after leaving work on my way here. I don't feel any need to eat anything at all. The only thing I want...is to be with you in our bed right now." His eyes are twinkling and shimmering radiantly as he says this out. He looks so gorgeous and brilliant I just want to sleep with him too-right now!

"I get it, Dicking. Just let me bathe myself. For five minutes that is. Following that, I will be back right here to make love and have the most wonderful and beautiful sex with you. Do you understand that, my love?" 

He agrees with a sluggish but obvious nod. I go on to kiss him on the cheek with my eyes closed, then, as I am pulling back away from him, he takes hold of my back and then moves and hits his lips right against mine. I am so surprised and astonished I have no time to express my emotions and feelings about this to him. I crush and collide my lips right against his up till the final moment that he releases and let's me go. 

Even in the hot and comfortable shower, I can still feel like his lips crushing and hitting direct on mine as the water streams and splashes down mercilessly on my skin. I can still feel that electricity and galvanizing current effected on me by the strike and touch of his soft skin against mine running and whisking helplessly about in my body. He is not here with me in this shower, but I think that I can feel his close presence and even smell his wonderful scent what's more. Oh yeah! I am so obsessed and deranged with him. 

When I am back in our room, I notice him lying down on our bed, every inch naked and undressed. The sight of a naked and bare him sends lustful sensations and strong currents running and pooling throughout my blood. It is eerie-sounding, but I swear, I feel a certain kind of liquid drip and trickle out of my already wet vagina at just seeing this. My vagina herself is warming up hot and tastefully drenched too on the contrast hand. I just want to throw myself straight on Jace this very moment and kiss and embrace him and also do everything imaginable with him.

The underwear brand and style that he is putting on? It is so sexy hot and lust-awakening and meaty and beefy in appearance and looks. It exposes a great lot deal of his buttocks behind, the rest of that remaining skin of his being stuck and clung on to the fine fibre of those black undies. I can see the bulge that is on the face of his underwear there. I just want to proceed myself towards him and then press and squeeze myself against him straight there. 

I swallow hard. I know that it is extremely hard to not be thinking up all this, but right now, I am so horny and sex-wanting that I cannot even get to control and restrain myself from doing silly, inane things. 

"Why don't you come much close to me?" Jace asks me this time in that ever tender and sweetly-sounding voice of his. I look at his bared muscles and chest and quickly drown farther and more farther into the seemingly endless degrees and extents of lust, lechery, and lasciviousness. I want him-so, so intensely bad as a matter of fact. 

"You want me to join you there, Dicking?" I ask him coolly and calmly like I don't want anything here too. The truth is I am dying to sleep and have sex with him as well. I really want to surrender myself entirely to him, and then do everything that he bids and asks of me. Yes! I do feel that I cannot hold it any longer. But patience is always patience, whether I like it this way or not.

"Just come here already, will you please, Bitch? I am dying to be with you, and you alone in this entire world of ours." 

"I will only come there on one condition." Of course! He wasn't expecting this, and telling just by the look of it, it surely has shocked and confound him up. 

"And what is that condition of yours, sweetheart?" 

"That we have sex with our eyes tied and fastened up. I will tie on your eyes with a cloth, and you will also tie up mine too. What do you say to that?" 

"Fine. I have already waited longer than enough and I am not willing and desirious to tarry for any longer than now." 

The candles are burning bright and intensely. I was the one who set and lighted them up before Jace was back here following his depart from work. Gently and carefully, I seat myself right behind him on his back and then tie and wrap this cloth that I am holding firmly in my hands over his eyes. He grunts and sighs out as I get finished with it, and then it is his turn and time to tie up my eyes instead. After he gets finished, I unwrap and unwind my towel off so that I am wholly and sheerly naked. It is time...now... 

I feel his steady hand touch and graze my own breast. The feeling is highly wonderful and intensely divine indeed. With it, I even feel my vagina stir and whisk about in lechery. This makes me crave and want more from him as a result. 

Before long, his lips and teeth are at my breasts and nipples themselves, licking slowly and unhurriedly here, and then there, nibbling and biting playfully gradual this right side, and then eventually on that other left side. From all this I feel so blissfully wonderful and glorious that I don't even want or wish to open my eyes. 

After he has ceased to caress and kiss and nibble my bare, jiggly breasts, I go about in a search for his lips with mine own, and once I find and stumble upon them, I kiss and smooch and snog them as devoutly and feverishly as I can get myself to do. He grabs me with his powerful hands and goes on to lay and rest me down on the mattress beneath us. I am gasping and heaving out when his lips stumble on mine once more and he continues on to devour and consume them. Lust is eating and wolfing me deep inside. I can feel it...I can't help it...I just want this so very much to be truthful and sincere. 

I put and place my hands behind him, right where his buttocks are based and sited, and as I brush and caress them by accident, I feel all the more and greater lust devour and consume me callously. I am dying with all too much sexual pleasure and enjoyment. Tickled and flushed about with excitement, I move my innocent hands to his ass behind and clutch and grip it firmly and staunchly. It is all a sweet and enjoyable experience, sweeter than sugar and honey combined and merged together, and I am so sure and convinced that I have not ever gotten myself to taste anything sweetest like this in my life, or have I actually in any way possible? 

Jace leans and arches himself all the more down towards me, breathing and wheezing air straight into my face. I feel like I cannot wait any longer, like I should just tear and rip up his underwear and then greedily and hungrily grab what I want and devour and chomp it up sexually. But then I am brave and wise enough not to do anything of this silly sort and nature. I don't even dare or wield the guts to accomplish this. 

When he leans and lies himself down against me, I spread and pull wide apart my legs and feet, letting him explore and search the inside and deepness of my twat vagina with his restless and impatient fingers. I gasp and moan out as he does all this. His thighs brush and collide against mine, only serving to intensify and heighten up the lust and sex-wantingness that I am feeling right now. I can feel his erection rise firm and jab its way out through his underwear to poke and ram onto my thigh. He hasn't yet set and laid it into me, but I feel semen jerk and topple out of it to tarnish and taint my thighs. This is all too sweet, and I think that I will die all because of this.

I move my fingers towards his semen that is dripping quickly down my thighs so that I can collect and get it carefully. Then having accomplished this, I shift the very same fingers into my mouth and...they taste absolutely fantastic and delicious. I want more of it...more of it indeed! 

Right when I am not expecting and looking forward to it, he releases and unleashes out all the more streaming and gushing semen which goes on to spray and spill all over my thighs. As he loosens and leaks out his endless manly load, I hear him grunt and weep out in deep-most pleasure and ecstasy. I hug and embrace him all the more towards myself, patting and tapping his buttocks behind with my very own hands. They are so soft and enjoyable to hit and swat. I wish that I could play with them for time without an ending. I only wish so. 

Jace has me lean down and then bow myself towards him. I do just like he instructs and orders me to. He leans and inclines himself against me, placing his hard erection on the softness and gentleness of my buttocks. It all feels...so good and wonderful. I like how he is moving and rubbing his firm erection against me. 

With my own two fingers, I search and explore into the depths and deepness of my own vagina, tweaking and pulling them playfully about this side and then that other, clutching and then releasing my clitoris all on the go. The sensation and feeling is all too wonderful and great-most. It is like double pleasure on both sides for real. 

At final last I am lying down on the bed with Jace on top of me. I still can't see. And neither can he too, I presume and envisage. I am wholly naked, and when I move my hand to catch and hold his ass behind there, I feel and notice and realize that it is still clad in his arousing type of underwear. Tapping and touching his ass about is such a wonderful and sweetly-most thing. I adore it, and I delight and relish it what's more. 

"You like my fine ass so much, Bitch, don't you?" He asks me coolly and serenely. That's right! And not just his fine ass-but also his sexy beef-tasting like wonderful underwear too. I love these things all too much bad. 

"You are very right on that, Dicking," I breathe and say out to him. "If you didn't wield such a nicely and fantastic ass, I don't think that I would have married you in the first place."

At this, he laughs and cackles out loud. "You mean you would not have said, 'I do,' if I had no any ass in the first place?" While he is saying these words out, he moves his hand beneath me so that he can finger and jab delightfully and beautifully straight into my vagina. I like it...I relish it; I split and tear my lips open noiselessly as he does this. I want him to do it again. Seriously! Will he please?

"Of course, Dicking!" I wheeze and hiss out madly furious at him, but then not all that grim and grave. "How can I ever marry a man without any meaty buttocks? I also want some beefy flesh to hold on to during sex, you know. That's just it, my dear."



Bitch and Dicking: Naked Dance Show



The sunlight is all too bright and dazzling in some bit of way. The forest is this immense and gigantic, embellished and bedecked beautifully and amazingly wonderful to the very last core and degree. Wherever it is that I cast my eyes at, it is all a sheeny and healthfully wonderful green site. I at long last look at Jace Dicking. My own beautiful gorgeous husband! He is seated down there on some huge rock, wholly and copiously naked in a way and pose where he has his back facing and overlooking me. Yes. He is sun bathing and enjoying himself out here in the warm and mildly satisfying air. I love being here with him, especially that he is wonderfully and brilliantly naked. 

I am naked and in every way thinkable undressed too. But unlike him, I am not sun bathing or washing myself in the abundant sunshine. I have different and contrasting plans instead. I am going to wash and scour myself right here in the naked stream by this forest. In fact, our house is based and built not far away from here. It is just infixed a few distance couple minutes away of walking. 

Jace turns his neck backwards so that he can glance and look straightly at me. I sneak a glance back at him, smiling momentarily while dancing and jigging about so that my breasts and buttocks dance and jig merrily too. Then with this accomplished, I swerve away from him to walk and plunge myself into the cool and yet warm stream before me.

It is wonderful; it is glorious and remarkable. I shudder and quiver at first, up till I get so used and comfortable to this bit of iciness that seems to swirl and whirl about me. With the lapse and slipping away of time, it ebbs and recedes away finally. Things get back to normal again, which I like and adore so very much. The water beneath and about me is all clear and easy to sight and make out. I can even see and sight the floor of the naked stream itself, where tiny and wonderful tad bit of creatures are swimming and actively stirring about. 

I think it is high time that I take my bath. I glance behind at Jace and observe that he has fully turned himself towards me. He is quiet but attentive, mute but then not that all dumb actually. It seems like what I am doing here is fascinating and arousing him up.

For a moment, I think I see his giant dick resting on the stone beneath him. I peer at him quietly and then take a much more attentive look. Yes, I am absolutely and definitely right. It is his big dick or penis which I am seeing with my own two eyes this exact moment. The way it rests and takes a peaceful nap on the rock is whipping and arousing me in a carnal form of way. I can even see his pubic and scrotum hair from straight here. Even his testicles' hair? I am merely joking and jesting about it!

I touch and stroke about my nicely and well-shaped breasts. He is watching and deeply attentive-to even this. I move about and then pull my head down to lick and suck the nipple on my left breast. When I raise and tilt high my head up towards him, I notice and make out that he is still watching and observing this as well. Well, he seems to be enjoying my exclusively special NAKED DANCE SHOW. I sigh and heave out. 

I shift my hands to my large and huge buttocks behind there. It is a wonderful and exciting move on my part, one that delights and fascinates him-Jace. He even winks and blinks a merrily eye at me. I wink and grin back happily at him. 

Suddenly and without any slight form of warning, I slap and cuff my butts behind there with my very own bare and uncovered hands. I am standing on my two feet in the pleasurable stream by this point in time. The sun is hitting and lashing straight at me recklessly and without any bit of mercy, but I do not care or mind either. I am enjoying and reveling in all this just as much as Jace himself is liking it all on the other hand. 

I hit and slap and cuff and box my buttocks again. Cuff! Smack! Tap! And then slap! The feeling is extraordinarily sensational and highly enjoyable at the same time. Again and yet again I do it, smiling and smirking to myself when I notice Jace become so helplessly enticed and led on to my seduction. He can't resist watching this. No, he cannot. And when I notice and make out his big penis rise and straighten up there on the very rock where he is seated, I laugh and giggle to myself for a little tad bit of time. I think I see him spilling something out of his penis. Could it be that he is coming and releasing semen at the same time all too soon and momentarily? It doesn't strike me as being that way. Not at all!

I move and drift my hands to the base or bottom of my buttocks down there. That is where my sweet dear anus is based and sited. I love her. And I take the best ever care of her more than I do with my very own dear sweetest vagina. She is sacred; she is precious and priceless, and for now, I wouldn't mind bothering and provoking her for a little bit while. My long finger works and creeps its way straight inside her. As all this happens, I stretch and pop much wider my very own eyes-thrilled, galvanized, electrocuted and delighted too what's more. It is as if I have been hit and struck by lightning all out of nowhere and without even expecting or looking forward to it. 

My anus is so dry and safe deep inside. This is despite the fact that I am standing and jigging about in clear plain and mildly warm water. She should be wet and drenched. When I bend and bow myself down, acting this out like I am Madonna clad in high-heel boots and doing her Queenly dance on some elevated and towering Hollywood stage, I have my anus and buttocks brush and eventually plunge deep and more deeper into the unsuspecting water beneath me. All too suddenly and hastily, I lift and heave myself up so that I can stand straight and upright once more. 

Steadily and gently careful this time around, my fingers explore and search the depths and interior of my anus. She is still wet, soaked up, and seriously dripping with water? Is this all true and even unquestionable in the slightest bit of soundly sense? No-it is surely and positively not so. My precious anus is still dry and fine brilliantly. Maybe I should tarry and even stay longer than normal in the water this time around. Let me try just this out...

I take my time and peace this steadily but patiently too. Arching and crooking my back downwards so that my stomach bends and faces down and my back itself deflects and incurvates upward, I lower and regress myself down towards the stream until my buttocks and anus have swept the warm water again and plunged and sunken a little more deeper into it. With this carried out and accomplished, I glance and look straight up at Jace so that I can gape and drop my mouth open at him. My sweet long, slender fingers slither and work their way steadily and cautiously into my mouth so they can play and fool around with my sweet happy tongue itself. While doing this, I even stick and push my tongue out so that it licks and laps across the corners of my mouth and brilliant lips themselves. Jace is still looking dazzled and hypnotized. But then I can't tell everything really. It could be that the dazzling and all too radiant sun is whipping and draining him up into doing all this, or it is really and assuredly I myself causing him to act and respond this very way. I cannot exactly tell-for sure! 

I then move my hand down into the stream to locate my anus and spacious butts. There I have them. They are round, soft, and well formed and delicately shaped. I do mean my buttocks by this. And my anus? It is still thrilled and being hit by an endless bolt of lightning. Things worsen when I shove my whole hand straight into it. It doesn't pain actually. Only that she is not used to stretching this wide and gravely.

Doing this is as sufficient as is needed to tickle and pleasure greatly my vagina. I feel my clitoris rubbing and squeezing on both sides, extracting and yielding out a particular kind of juice and liquid that fades and vanishes off straight into the infinite mass of water. My body sings and wriggles rythmatically with keenest pleasure and excitement. For a few minutes, I am in this highly blissful most state of euphoria and painlessness where I do not come back until after everything has eventually cooled and calmed down. Only after then am I able to sigh and heave out a relaxed type of breath. 

Jace is so fascinated and delighted I cannot fully express what he feels and is even undergoing deep down his body and soul. He is just there, silent and unmoving, still and unblinking, calm and unresting too in some bit of sense. I know that he expects more from me than this. He wants to see more. In fact, he is all ready and set to feast and devour more, so much more than I am even able to handle and offer to him. 

I remove my entire hand out of my anus. It is all relieving in some bit of sense and way. I breathe and sigh out heavily what's more after accomplishing this. My clitoris and vulva has stopped rubbing and compressing up. They have even ceased yielding out this certain kind of juice that gets me all wet and drenched deep inside. 

I lie and roll myself down into the stream, drenching and soaking my entire body and whole hair with the water so that I am all freaking wet and damped up. I glance at Jace. He is all the more quiet and attentive, waiting to see what will exactly happen next after this and how precisely and rightfully it is that I am going to handle and oversee the situation. Does he think that I am totally stupid and dumb? Does he think so really? 

I raise my feet up from the water beneath and even my stomach and breasts so that they are stuck out and projected out of the pleasurable water itself. As I finish doing this, I throw and push my head farther down so that it is covered and sheathed in nothing other than the agile and unresting stream that starts to fizzle and fussle aimlessly about into my ears. No, no! Not any tiny bit drop of water seeps and trickles its way into my eardrum. None of this sort and nature happens and befalls me. I can simply overhear the sound of the streaming and moving water. That's just it. 

With my head and hair down and plummeted steeply into the water, I move my hand out to locate and site my very own vagina-which is based and positioned right in the very midst and heart of my very own legs. My fingers fish about and explore deep inside her. She is so wet and ready for sex deep inside here. She feels...delicious and tasty.

Slowly, bit by bit and gently, with my breath being on hold and my head submerged and hidden down in the comfty stream, I stir and whisk about carefully and cautiously my fingers inside my vagina, laughing soundlessly and smirking blankly to myself in that wicked form of way and manner that Jace out there cannot be able to sight and oversee except he be near me. I know that he is watching me. I can feel his eyes and gaze piercing and penetrating straight on me, and chances and probabilities are that he is not willing and intent to look elsewhere far or asides from me. 

I can't breathe. I do not feel any pain for it for this moment. However, all because I am simply and naturally human and not some strange breed or form of fish, or even a hybrid of both species, I withdraw and pull my way out of the water. Once I am out, breathing and inhaling in heavily and uncontrollably, streams and lots of water start to gush and stream down my face and entire self. It has all been exciting and hilarious fun underneath the water while it lasted. At seeing Jace, I notice him wink and blink at me another time. I return him the kind and appreciated favor, and then shake about my wet hair with a heavy and strong jiggling and dancing of my head so that it sticks and clings to my face while showering and spraying lots and driblets of water away from me. 

I kneel and go down on my knees in the water sexy style. I do it just like Beyonce Knowles does it-sexy hard, sexy wise, and sexy brilliant. With this carried through, I toss and flip away the wet and still dripping heavy mass hair of mine that has clung and hold on to my face so that I am at last able to look and concentrate straight on Jace. He is still unspeaking and motionless too. 

I hit and bounce my waist high up and then low down, splashing and sploshing on the water underneath me so that is scatters and spreads away. I do it again and again, then yet again and endlessly again, almost like I am a woman who is hopping up and down her own man, hammering down undeviating on his dick this side and then that other, this excellent style and then that other. Jace's smile widens and bouys up at this, just like his eyes do too. I laugh and giggle out at this. It is all too breathtaking and highly enjoyable indeed. I love, love, love, love it! Just like Jace himself here is relishing it too. 

When I rise and stand firmly up, Jace shakes and jiggles his head about-a sign and indication that he has wholly and sincerely been absorbed and fascinated up with this sweetly most thing like nothing else here in this forest and the beautiful stream itself. I shake and jig my buttocks and fine hot ass towards him, even caressing and stroking about my thighs gently and steadily slow for him to feast on the scene and voraciously devour it with his own eyes and none other's. I blow him an invisible, air-meant kiss. He blows and vibrates his lips towards mine in return. 

Men and sex. It is a form of entertainment that nearly any man living and existing in this world wants, whether he be gay or straight, bisexual or unsexual. We all love sex...we all want and crave it. What better and most beautiful part of creation than it? Jace Dicking and I myself, Elle Bitch Dicking-or simply Elle Bitch-have lots and lots more of it in geniously creative and smart gorgeous ways!



Bitch and Dicking: Prologue



"So what are you putting on tonight, nasty Miss Bitch?" That is my best friend speaking there. Courtney Vaccaro. She has got dark red hair, lovely and adorable lips that I have kissed and licked up with my own time and again, and her body itself—it is brilliantly and wonderfully curved and shaped up nicely and attractively in that all too magnificent and sexually arousing way that I cannot help but ogle and gawp at incurably. Would she mind sharing another passionate, fueled-up kiss with me tonight? Would she really?

I am naked. But I don't mind still. I walk gracefully and delicately fine and undisturbed by anything at all towards her, and once I have reached where she is seated and entrenched down right there on my large and freaking awesome bed, I lean and stoop myself down towards her to place and inch my lips just a few breaths away from hers. 

"Can I go on like this? In my brilliant birthday suit? I think it will be fine and fantastic, don't you think so yourself, Vaccaro?"

Her eyes are pleading and imploring on me another more. "You can go on there like this you feel like it, candy babe. I won't mind it—honestly."

"Good. Now kiss me. Real and gently slow and still." 

She looks right into my expectant eyes, puzzled, horrified and perplexed up. Of course! I mean what I am saying and demanding for here. It is not like I am not straight. Rhys is the man to blame here for all of this. Ever since I met him in my life, everything about me has simply been upturned upside down. I don't want to do it, but I just catch myself doing it time and again. Shit him for all of this!

Excellent! Courtney does exactly just what I tell and order her to do. Her lips run and skim over mine, tickling and arousing me up, whipping me with all too much high flush excitement and agitation on the other hand that seems like it is going to poison my blood and throw me off straight into the fuming and overheating lake of hellfire. 

"Stop now," I tell her mid-way, biting and clenching her lip a little bit too tightly with mine. Enough has simply been enough for now. I pull back from her and go on to dress myself. I glance back at her once I am standing still before the huge mirror. She is feasting and admiring up my huge, flawlessly shaped butt behind there. I also have full, rich-size breasts that she can't help but at often and repeated times stare and blearily make a nasty damn envious face at. I don't get it. She is very much gorgeous and eye-dazzling in her buck naked birthday suit, and yet she tells me time and again that she would like to dress and attire herself in mine instead. Just what the heck is all this?

We have not kissed actually. But bit and nibbled up each other's lips. This is what silly, lame girls do. Not because they are mean and horribly wicked, but because they are simply being good girls thrown and hurled off into the nasty impious saint-girl-gone-Leviathan mood. Girls touch each other frequently and even on some indecent—or I should rather say sexual?—organs. I have seen it before. I am still seeing it again. Hey, wait a minute, what are you hiding right there under your bra? Come close here...lemme check it! It might be my ass hole smearing cream which I have been looking for all day long. Hey, what is that thing bulging and swelling out in your panties? Don't tell me you have grown a big giant dick and two happy littlie stubbly scrotums too? I mean my baseballs have just gone missing, and there might be hidden and concealed right there inside your vulva. 

"That dress fits in too tightly actually, Tori. Am I right?" Yes. That is what she—Courtney—thinks about it. Heck! To hell away with it! Isn't she supposed to know that I am meeting...an Incubus? This is what he wants from me. I just want him to love and adore him. He solely wants to tie me up on his bed and spank shag me all night way long till the eventual dawn of the dreary day itself. I want him to love me...he wants me to fuck him. And there is no simple hell way on Earth I am going to allow that to happen. No way possible! 

My dress is all violet and ruddy-like in color. It hugs and clasps on to my flesh and skin all too tightly and dearly. Yes. My behind and breast-filled up chest is all too perfectly clad and enshroud up. This is how we are going to stay for the whole of this night. I don't know if I will come back to sleep over here at our own apartment. Rhys might demand and bid me to sleep and spend the night over at his villa...and it is what I indefinitely and precisely have to do if he coughs out so. Precisely! 

"And the shoes? You think high-heels will suit any much better?" Courtney is asking me this vaguely and candidly worried sort of. She mustn't worry at all really. I will be okay like this. I will walk all too perfectly and soundly well and not let myself trip and tumble down to the ground, and even though it is all too dark out there and totally lightless anything, I will be supernatural—I promise. I don't mean to say that an eclipse has taken place out there. It precisely and definitely has not. At all...

"And for goodbye to your dearest friend? Aren't you going to share another deeply and passionate kiss with her even this time around too?" I ask her this coolly and all too calmly and straightforwardly. She draws closer towards me and bites and nibbles at my lips even this time again. I pull my tongue deep and more deeper into my mouth so that I can let a few driblets and trickles of saliva from her swim over into my desirous and eager mouth. Then we are finally and eventually done with...and off my way I go to see my man himself. Courtney will be calling up his boyfriend, Gavin Dunks, I guess. Maybe I am correct—or maybe I am wrong really! 

I find Rhys Dicking seated down there by himself close to the blazing fireside on some lush and highly expensive sofa of his. I am already late, I know. I should tell him that I am actually and deeply very sorry for this inconsiderate and foolish misdeed of mine. First, I strut ahead up till I am standing before his very unblinking eyes so as to kneel and bow myself down before his kingly-like presence. Then I look up right unswerving direct into his eyes with my mouth dropped and sagging wide open, and after I have done this, I stir and move myself way close and more closer to him while caressing and stroking kindly and steadily unhurried his manly and woman-arousing chest. His eyes brighten and flare up with all this. I can see the fire of lust and sex burning and devouring right deeper into the depths of his priceless soul. Those feelings and torments of lust...they are what he precisely and exactly wants to be furnished and afflicted with right this particular moment. 

"Dicking, I want to sincerely apologize for turning up here this late and behind time." 

He stirs, then blinks his eyes suddenly and abruptly at long last. I don't exactly know how he does it. He just does it anyway. It is all done and carried out too fast and nearly almost indescribable that I do not even step-by-step follow what is taking place here. Snappily fast, he tugs and pushes me away from him, going on to brutally and in a cruelly seemingly manner hurl and chuck me down undeviating towards the floor. There is a wool carpet spread down here, where I hit and thwack my head wonderfully and brilliantly enjoyable instead of it being painful and stinging-like. He is then fast right there on top of me, his flesh and body touching me, hugging mine to be exact so that I don't feel any more cold and like I am freezing bit by bit. 

"Dicking," I say and whisper his name for a second time. 

"Yes, Bitch." I am Tori Bitch. This is my name. Don't think that I bitch and dick around with men and playboys alike of all sorts and types. Bitch is both my surname and last name. My father had it, and so did my grandfather, and grand-grandfather carry it too. They are all dead and inexistent anyway, except my dad himself. Rhys here is named Rhys Dicking. Dicking is his truest birth name. I wonder—why we of all people in the world have to be named and labeled up like this? Why us specifically? 

"I love you," I say truthfully from the darkest bottom and pit-less-breath of my very own heart. Rhys surveys and looks around my facial expression and glance. He can see that this is the whole unreserved truth. I love him...and he wants me too on the opposed hand. If only he was not any Incubus. If only...

"I am hungry, Bitch, have I told you this?" Yes! We don't call each other by our first names but surnames we prefer our surnames instead. We are like the worst perverse and wicked kind of a couple to ever have being. Dicking is hungry. Okay. His kind feeds on only one thing—sex, and not any form of physical and touchable food. Of course! They do eat and play around with food inside their mouths. But that never makes them really and to the last hilt full. They always want sex for bodily satisfaction and nourishment, always for breakfast and lunch and closingly super. If they don't have it, they will as good as fall into the most ever painful state starvation until they in the very end die. 

"You are hungry, my dear?"

He nods his head in perfect and total agreement. 

"Let us go to your bedroom then. I will feed and nourish you there. What is your say to that? Don't you like it, or does it sicken and turn your stomach up?" 

His lips touch and brush their way past my mouth. Steadily and wonderfully slow and brilliant too! He knows how to do it so well and perfectly. This is how things should every time be between the two of us. Sweet with sugar and candy and honey combined and put in. Ohhhhh! I think I see the stars. They are peeking and peering down at us right up from the heavens above there. They are smiling and grinning at each other even. "No, Bitch," Dicking suddenly pulls away from me to eventually and at long last say, "You can feed me right here in this living room, just close to this fireside where it is so hot and comfortable, you know?"

"I want to do it with you in your bedroom."

"I said we can fuck each other here, Bitch!" Oh damn! He is so authoritative and madly furious about it. I only look and gaze wordlessly at him. He then clears things up, "I am the master here—do not ever forget it. And you are nothing but my slave!"

"I am not your slave. But your servant, Dicking!" I growl and howl out at him too.

"If you wish it being that way!"

I crawl away from his clutch and gasp so that I can hurriedly seat right close to him and look deeply and straightly into his eyes. Something is not right—I can tell and smell. "What the fuck are you hiding from me, Dicking, huh?" Just those yelled out words are as suffice and as much as is needed to confirm and verify that he is hiding and concealing something from my knowledge. Just what exactly could it be?

I stand up quickly without bothering to delay and then quickly head off straight into his bedroom. He gets up speedily and hurriedly and promptly runs and chases after me. I reach there just in time before he does catch up with me, and then I throw and toss his door open after discovering that he has not left it locked and bolted up. My eyes wander and survey inside here, and there she is lying down on his bed—some stranger woman with beautiful long black hair that I do not even know, tied and fastened up to his sheets and duvets, and absolutely and every imaginable inch naked too. She looks surprised and terrified at seeing me. Is she his bitch? Screw her if she is! 

I turn over to Rhys. My eyes are angry and madly fuming all because of him and his secret. "What is that dog doing there on our bed, Dicking?" I ask and demand of him.

"Our bed? It is my bed, Tori."

"Of course it is our bed. Before you went on to tie and fasten her there, you have did the exact same to me so many times than I can keep count of. Or am I lying? I am the one that you have fucked and dicked up a number of times, even more than you have done to her. Or maybe I am so wrong. Damn you for this at any rate!" With this, I walk and stroll my way out of the hell-seeming room. 

No, no, No! I do not run or flee away. This is not over and done with yet. I am back soon, wielding and clutching on a sharply and razor-edged knife in my own un-trembling hand. Rhys is all too frightened and terribly shaken up once he sees it. He doesn't even bother or dare attempt to draw close towards me. He knows what I might thoughtlessly do to him, so he fearfully keeps his distance and space away from me instead and—I merely hope—pray for the poor soul lying down there nervously on our bed. Yes! This bed is mine too! I am its owner also. As I approach her and look down at her, she immediately starts to cry. I haven't threatened or let alone beat or slapped her up. As her mouth is all bound and made fast, I can't exactly hear what it is that she is helplessly and tearfully saying out to me. I just free and loosen her up from there and then tell her to run and flee her way off. I have Rhys pay her $400 in notes and then eventually warn her not to make her way back here if she wants and wishes to ride more dicks in her life. She is horribly frightened and seriously tormented; she quickly grabs her clothes from the closet and then dashes her way off without dropping any contact card or ID to her rich client. 

Phew! That was too bad. Now I have Rhys here left alone to deal with. Threatening him with the knife I am holding, I tell him, "Lie down on this fucking bed, will you, Dicking?"

He without haste or any postponement does like I have told him to do. I go on to close the door, then walk towards him, and to finish with switch off the lights before I position and seat myself right on top of him. Yes. This is how an exceedingly precious night deserves to be ended. Don't you agree so?



Bitch and Dicking: Slut in the Train



I feel like this great, endless mass of darkness here in this train is going to swallow and eat me up eventually. From corner to corner, it is all dark. The lights are really there and even burning bright and radiantly, but then they are far away and spaced widely, flickering with a faint, dim- like white yellowish beam that seems to be only lighting up the passages themselves. Jace Dicking, my lovely and calm husband, is sitting right here before my very watchful face and eyes, sagging his head so low to the extent and reality that I do not even know if he is really dozing or maybe he is just merely making this all up. I do not care regardless. 

I sigh and heave out. I can feel the heat burning and searing slowly but assuredly into my very flesh. It is like this immense heat is roasting and cooking me up. It is strange though. Everyone around seems to be dressed in sweaters and jackets and warm but snug coats, while I myself, I feel so abnormally and strangely hot in this coat of mine that I have no other option other than to take and slip it away from me. This is what I exactly do. 

Even with all this done and accomplished, I still do feel terribly hot and cruelly sweltering up. It is strange and bizzare-but I can't get myself to explain and resolve up this entire mystery. I am wondering quietly: What could be the exact cause for all this? I do not have any fever, but I feel as hot and burning as a red-hot oven itself. Maybe I should try taking off just my shirt this time. Slowly and unhurriedly, I strip and take it off. Maybe this will be any better. I wait and see. How could I be so daring and careless to fool myself in the first place? Not much has changed either, even with my brasserie left and clinging on to my breasts and back. I wheeze and sigh out, and consider slipping my jeans off to stay and remain in nothing other than my black, sexy, and very much arousing panties. They are not even panties. But a pair of clean, fresh, and regularly washed G-string. I do just like I have planned and thought to act out. 

Still, I feel terribly and immensely hot. What could be the precise cause? Could it be that I alone of all the numerous people here in this public train am this so strange and exceptionally out of the ordinary? Could it be thus really? Who knows? Someone here, somewhere, could be feeling and undergoing the very same. Really!

I scowl and make a displeased face to myself. This must come to a precise ending. It truly and definitely must. Steadily and carefully, I use my hand to fetch for my towel that is packed somewhere in my bag, and once I stumble and come across it, I pick it gently and warily so to also fetch a bottle of cold water, the water of which I pour and spill out straightly onto the towel till soak and make it wet. With this explained and cleared up, I go on to clean and scrub my almost naked body-sluggishly, lazily, and with not much ease and effort additionally. 

My breasts must be burning in this bra that is holding and bracing them up in their rightful shape and position. I pull down my bra itself suddenly so that my boobies are tugged and cast upwards to a clear and unmistakable view. Then with this achieved, I also begin to rinse and soak my beloved breasts, doing it all slowly and steadily and carefully. Yeah. At least this has made me feel much more better and relaxed. For sure...

The cold towel feels nice and wonderful on my nipples. As I brush and stroke them with it, I feel my entire self and body harden and tense up in this great kind of sexual tension that is all too sweet and electrifying at the very same time. My mouth sags and drops open all of a sudden and unexpectedly. I almost laugh and giggle out loud as I brush and mop about my breasts with this icy-feeling, cold-striking form and brand of towel. I must not laugh out loud...I must not do this at all. 

As time slips and sneaks by, I feel that the towel is drying up and fast losing its iciness and coldness that I am enjoying and delighting to be struck and afflicted with this very instant. I check the remaining water inside the bottle and find out that it still is not all that satisfyingly cold and freezing. It has lost its coldness and iciness too. Meaning that I cannot get myself to use it as freely and effortlessly as I have done with it before. But then what can I use this time around? What exactly and precisely? 

I stumble across a bottle of cold wine that is as chilly and freezing as snow and ice itself. I think this will work and be suitable for now. Perhaps; perhaps not so! I open the bottle quietly and soundlessly and then spill and pour the wine in driblets and sluggish streams all over my entire body. Wonderful! This is so great and amazing. I am loving it like nothing else here. 

As the cold, chilly wine trickles and seeps down my body, I feel my entire and whole self tickle and flush up. I like the chilled and wintry sensation that all this performance and undertaking brings and effects in me. Nothing should be this sweeter...nothing should be so wonderfully amazing and brilliant too!

At least for now...the temperature of my breasts and nipples start to drop and recede down. I feel calm and much more at ease and relaxation. This is better and preferable than the first state and scenario.

I lie and loll myself down on my unspeaking seat itself. I have to cool and hush down my burning back too. But for this one, I cannot do it all by myself. Someone else has to take care of it all for me. And who better other than my sweet happy innocent Jace Dicking himself? 

I look at him. He is soundly and perfectly sleeping and I don't want to wake him up at all. I will let him rest and lay down, and see whatever it is that I can get myself to do for my entire and sole self significantly. 

My vagina. That is where I feel the heat and its fierceness this time around. I simply move my bottle of wine towards it, then pop it open quietly another time, and spill and scatter about some drizzling drops on my private part itself. Of course! It is all shaved and cleaned up. I like and love it this way. It makes things much more easier and sexier even. 

As the wine streams and runs through my sex, I tremble and shudder heavily from its terrible cold, and yet being so pleased and happy deep down my heart and senses. This is what I want. This is what I crave-and here I have it! 

No! It is inside my very own vagina that I am feeling and being whipped by this excruciating and yet brilliantly satisfying cold. I close my eyes for an instant while, imagining and even picturing up what it will be like to have the wine spilled and gushed into my vagina itself. Wouldn't it be so great and fantastic? Well, I think so definitely. 

I put my fingers into my vagina first, slowly and smoothly, and then start to stir and jig them about. They are like my very own thermometer. Measuring and determining exactly how hot and hotter the temperature inside here is becoming. After this, I then keep my vagina wide open with the help and aiding of my fingers, and then spill and pour in some bit sweet of cold wine. I am afraid at first. I mean how will this feel like exactly in the coming minutes? 

I wait and see...and there is no any bit of pain or strangeness at all. Everything is just perfectly fine and wonderful! I wonder what the hell and shit it was that I was terribly scared about in the very first place. Everything here seems all fine and very much enjoyable. I sigh to myself and then spill and pour more and lots more of wine. It all fills and collects up inside my vagina, with some of it going on to spill and topple its way out. As it fizzles and hisses out beautifully, I glance and look up straight at Jace, hoping and thinking and dreading that he might fall back fully and consciously awake any moment starting now. He doesn't awaken instead. I smile and grin happily to myself. At least he will not notice and observe all this slutty and sexy damn drama of mine. No! He surely and categorically will not. 

The wine seems to bubble and foam up. It is all dark and lightless, except in the corridors of this speedy moving train, so I do not see and observe all this darkly-concealed process of mine. It is not that I am all horny and bitchy this very exact moment. I just happen to be so hot and boiled up that I need to do something to keep myself and my body cool and chilled up too. 

Wine inside my vagina? This is the most weird and absurd thing that I have ever yet done, and yet I do not seem to care or mind about it at all. I mean it is all such a witty brilliant and wonderful idea. It is genius in some way, and not all so mastermind and big-brain on the other hand too. I am thinking quietly: How about spilling some bit cold wine direct into my own anus or butt-hole? That sounds great and a lot more way too fun besides. I lean and lie down straight on my seat with my stomach, and with this said and made clear, I lift and then arch and bend myself back upwards so that I am finally able to spill and splosh in some bit chilly sweet icy wine straight into my anus. Wonderful! It is all too magnificent and incredible then again. I love and definitely cherish it. Don't you yourself? 

The wine leaks and drips straight into my butt hole, steadily, bit by bit, and enjoyably. I shut and seal my eyes as all this happens, dreading and fearing that I might encounter some horror-worse and unbearable pain as a result of my carelessness and thoughtlessness. I do not however, and I am so glad and pleased about it. I feel my buttocks contract and squeeze on the insides, the flesh of my anus itself pinching and tightening up in a brilliant way and manner that I enjoy and adore so very much. To be honest and frank damn downright with you and I myself, I had no any tiny bit idea or clue that this was all going to be brilliantly hilarious and all too keenly enjoyable what's more. I want to repeat it another time, then another, and finally and eventually the last one as well. 

For a while I stop all this, letting the wine work and melt its way deep and more deeper into my anus. Part of it does go and vanish that very far, but then the other stream or trickle-it all streams and cascades back and then ultimately out. I sigh and breathe out at this, happy, delighted, enthusiastic and enlivened up. My goodness! This was the most wonderful and enjoyable thing ever. I liked it like nothing else. After I am done breathing and panting out, I pour some bit of wine into my hand so that I can smear and rub it all over my buttocks and vagina and breasts. My body is so sensitive and active to all this that it without fail has me orgasm and come with solely this. It is night. The sky is too dark with no mite of light and lots and hordes more of pitchy clouds out there, but when I look out the window of the train, I think and believe that I see so many stars orbiting and decking up the beautiful heaven itself. Maybe this vision and spectacle of mine is so real and factual...or maybe it is not so. 

Oh my goodness! I think and do feel that this is the most beautiful and gorgeous orgasm ever in my life. I enjoy and savor and relish it to the very last bit and sense. Oh yes, I truthfully and honestly do. 

Brilliant! All these deeds of mine have worked perfectly fine for this moment. Now I must do some naked show-time fun sprawl on the giant window of this moving train. But then it has to be all done perfectly quiet and soundless in such a way and manner that Jace who is fast sleeping here doesn't have to notice or sight a bit of thing. I stand up quietly and calmly, then walk to the window of the train just opposite us, and once I have made it to it, I slide and slip it open smoothly quiet and soundlessly. Yes! Things ought to be done just like this. I stand before the streaming air, almost naked in every inch and way, and then close my eyes to enjoy and relish the air as it blows and ripples mutely past me. I caress my breasts with my very own hands, my eyes sealed and fastened, my senses and emotions blissful and heavenly, my thinking blank and brought inevitably to a hurried halt for this current moment. For now, I do not have to think about anything. Absolutely no any kind of thing at all. I must simply be quiet and unmeditative. These moments are so wonderful and beautifully glorious they do not deserve to be thrown and laid off just like that. No way possible. 

I turn my head back to peek at Jace. He is still slumbering and quietly sleeping. I wish that he was wide and fully awake to see all of this. I wish we were alone in some private room, for example at our house, where we can freely and without any form of reservation do whatever thing in the world it is that we feel like doing. I miss those wonderful and beautiful sex nights of ours that we shared and enjoyed only a couple days back. We are just coming back from spending four days at his granddad's place far there in Alaska. We had sex, several times in a day, but it was all nothing in comparison with what we always share and enjoy ahead there at our deserted and lonesome home. I can't wait to be back home with him again and then embrace him into my loving and welcome arms and push and shove him down to our king-size, majestic bed so that I can lie down and seat on top of him.



Bitch Belles Birthday Gift...



It was my Bitch Belles birthday. It was the first birthday that we had shared since I had found this willing sub. It was going to be a birthday she would never forget. 

I sent her the text message at 7.00 a.m. It read:

"A car will pick you up from the front of your house in 2 hrs. You will get in, and not speak a word to the driver. You will be given instructions on where to go once you are at the destination. Dress to impress."

It had been 4 weeks since I had allowed my Kitten to cum. I knew that with the pent up frustration, wherever she was when she read this message, (probably in bed or sitting at the breakfast table), her cunt would be throbbing and there would be fluid running down the inside of her thighs. 

She had no idea that I had made the trip across state for the occasion. Originally I was not even going to be in the country for her birthday. Yet, here I was sitting in a cafe, just across the road from the place where my Bitch was about to arrive, and be taken to a level of pleasure she did not know existed. I knew that the waitress could see the bulge of my arousal through the thin black silk weave of my suit pants, by the way her cheeks blushed, and the way she bit her bottom lip when she brought out my coffee. If only she knew what was about occur. 

The venue I selected was a place recommended to me by a very good friend of mine, a very successful female dom with amazing executive connections currently living in the same city as my Bitch. It was a very stylish, unmarked salon in a town house in a leafy street close to the city centre. Downstairs was the beauty salon where high flying business women and socialites went for their treatments. Upstairs were rooms richly furnished, immaculately decorated, and designed for visual pleasure whilst receiving an exquisite massage. If you have the right connections, and were willing to pay the right price, one could select whichever masseuse one desired from the stunning 6 or so girls working upstairs. According to my friend, the massage received from the hands these well trained minxs takes you to levels of pleasure, and multitudes of orgasms that defy reality. It was just what I wanted for my bitch, and I was looking forward to seeing her reaction as she would be assuming that it was a regular massage after her beauty treatment. The best part about the whole plan was that I was not going to miss a thing. I would be involved from the start. 

I watched the sleek black car with blacked out windows pull up out the front. I knew the excitement that my Bitch would be feeling right now and I could barely hold in my grin as I watched from the darkened corner of the cafe. After a short pause, as she received her instructions, the door opened and my Kitten slid out of the car which immediately departed when she closed the door. I gasped when I saw her, she really knew how to dress. She wore strappy heels, a tight black halter neck dress with a slit up one side which reached near to her waist. I could just make out the lace of her stockings and suspenders at the top. The dress was hugging her breasts deliciously, and exposing the sexy muscles of her back to me as she turned to walk towards the door and entered. Her hair was, as usual, immaculately arranged, to frame her stunning face, expose her neck and show the glint of the earrings dangling from her cute ears. I was aching, I wanted to take her right then and there. 

As I had organised, I waited the agreed 15 minutes to allow the girls inside to get the required formalities out of the way. My Kitten would then need to undress, and wear one of the satin gowns provided for her first treatment, which was a facial and hair treatment. 

As I entered, I was greeted with a knowing smile from the girls. One of the girls, Mel (a stunning blonde with black tights and a purple singlet top) was washing her hair while the other, Sarah (which I was very happy to see was the delicious minx I had chosen for my Bitch's massage) was applying the facial mask around the cucumbers that covered my Bitch's eyes. The girl who I had chosen for my Bitch was an amazing creature and I knew that she was just the type that my Kitten drooled over. Sarah had long deep brown hair left out, startling blue eyes, plump red lips and a smile that made you blink and stutter. She was dressed in a stunning loose floral skirt that rode high up on her firm toned thighs as she sat on the stool, and a light blue open necked, sleeveless, sheer silk top unbuttoned to her cleavage. Sarahs top clung to her body and showed off the toned muscles in her shoulders and the soft smooth lightly tanned skin of her neck and breasts. She looked amazingly fit. They appeared to be getting along famously. I heard my Bitch ask,

"what else is involved in todays treatments?" 

Sarah simply grinned at me and replied, 

"It is a surprise from someone who obviously wants to spoil you Belle, and I am not about to ruin it. Just relax and enjoy it" 

As I neared, Mel said, 

"I need to go and get some more product" 

and moved away. After a minute, I sat down in her place, and began to massage the wet soapy scalp of my kitten. Her face was slack with a content smile of pure indulgence as two sets of hands worked on her. I could see her slowly parting her thighs, then gently squeezing them together and ever so softly rubbing them together under her gown. I knew she was dripping. 

Sarah kept her engaged in conversation, and it was obvious that my Bitch had no idea that anything had changed. Sarah had her undivided attention, especially when she placed her hand on Belles thigh, and gently eased her legs apart so that she could place a leg either side of her leg to get closer for the facial massage. Sarah looked at me with a wink, as I saw my Bitch's knee disappear under Sarahs skirt. When I saw my Bitch gasp lightly, and her lips part slightly, I knew that Sarah's knee was just touching her naked hairless pussy under the robe, and that Belle could more than likely feel the heat from between Sarah's legs as well. However Sarah kept talking to Belle as normal, without skipping a beat, but I could see Sarahs uncovered nipples on her pert bra-less breasts clearly hardening under the silk material. My kitten was now answering Sarah's questions with one word answers, in between deep breaths made evident by the rise and fall of the breasts barely covered by the open neck of her robe. I do not even think she realised what she was doing when she automatically placed her hand on the smooth skin just above one of Sarah's knees. 

Sarah continued the facial for another 10 minutes, and then rose to wash the mask off. This was my cue to move and allow Mel to move in and complete her treatment. As Sarah stood up between my Kittens legs, and start to gently stroke her face with the warm wet cloth, I could see My bitch ever so gently stroking Sarahs thigh as she laid back in absolute bliss. I knew this was going to be amazing. This Bitch who I love so much deserved every bit.

I moved upstairs, and spoke quietly to the girls behind the counter. They were all excited about what was happening, as it had not been done like this before. They were giggling with glee and fussing about what was to follow. The events that had already passed downstairs with my Bitch, not to mention the fact that not one of the girls was anything less than stunning had my cock throbbing in my pants, and I knew that I was doing a poor job of concealing it. 

I was led into one of the unoccupied rooms by one of the girls, who provided me with a glass of water, and then left closing the door behind her. It was not long before I could hear the voices of Sarah and my Kitten coming up the stairs, and enter the room next door. I could hear Sarah explaining that the massage was about relaxation and emotional release. She explained that that the way that complete detatchment from the outside surroundings was achieved, so that the client focused soully on the massage, was through the use of an eye mask, and ear phones through which music was played. I heard Sarah ask Belle to remove her robe when ready, and lie face down on the table. After a moment one of the girls opened the door to my room and beckoned to me. She then led me next door and let me into the room with an excited smile, a soft pat on my butt and then closed the door. I saw my Bitch, my Kitten that I love so much, naked, apart from a small towel that barely covered the curves of her delicious buttocks, face down on the table. Her arms hanging loosely by her side, her still wet hair tied up in a pony tail, and her legs slightly parted as Sarah was beginning the massage at her feet. Sarah smiled at me, and when I pointed at my Kitten and then my ears with raised eyebrows, Sarah shook her head and softly said, 

"she cannot hear a thing". 

I walked over to Sarah, gave her a kiss on the cheek and said,

"You have been amazing so far, thank you very much. Now lets see what we can do about making her faint with pleasure!" 

I then moved and sat down on the Chaise lounge in the corner to watch the show. 

Sarahs forearms rippled as her hands softly manipulated the muscles and ligaments in the feet and legs of my kitten. The towel she had originally placed over Belle was now lying on the floor. As Sarah massaged higher I could see Belle ease her legs wider apart on the bed. She was such an insatiable minx. I was interested to see how far she would let her masseuse go before she felt the need to stop her. She knew that she always had to ask my permission before she was allowed to orgasm. 

Belle gasped and I saw her fingers flex when Sarahs hands were clearly brushing ever so lightly against her swollen pussy lips at the top of her thighs. I was softly stroking my cock through the thin weave of my pants, and I could feel that there was a wet patch forming in my tight boxers underneath from the pre-cum leaking out of my cock. I caught Sarahs twinkling eyes moving between watching the fluid dripping out of my Kittens gorgeous cunt, to watching my fingers lightly stroking my cock. Her breathing quickened, she bit her lip, her eyes glassed over briefly and I saw her knees and thighs tremble, before she continued he massage. 

"Sarah, did you just cum?" 

I asked her softly. She was still breathing heavily through parted lips, as she nodded and glanced down to draw my attention to the fluid that was dripping down the insides of her legs. My cock throbbed and I almost came on the spot. My kitten still oblivious to what was going on had begun to lightly whimper every time Sarah's hands brushed the tops of her thighs. 

I stood up behind Sarah and gently stroked her tight butt through her skirt as I watched her skilled hands move up my Bitch's buttocks. She gently squeezed and kneaded Belles butt and ever so gently stroked closer and closer to her winking anus. I had already informed Sarah that my Kitten adored arse play to which she had simply replied,

"Excellent!".

Sarah was blatantly stroking Belles arse hole now, and in between strokes was blowing gently directly on it, making her moan and causing copious juice to flow from her pussy. Sarah continued this until Belles moans became more urgent, louder, her whole body trembled on the bed, and then tensed in spasm as her whole body shook with the strength of the orgasm that took her. I did not care that she had cum withouth permission. How could she resist the spectacular treatment she was being subjected to?

Sarah stopped her ministrations, took my hand and led me around to my Bitch's head, placed my hand back on her own butt, and continued her massage of Belles shoulders, neck and back. I could see Sarah rub her silk covered nipples lightly on Belles back as she leant all the way forward to rub down to the top of her buttocks. When she kneaded Belle's neck, she blew gently on her ears, even softly kissing them. Belle had goose bumps all over her, her legs spread eagled and trembling, and her back arching. Sarah stopped for a moment, leant on the bed near Belles head, arched her back and I felt her butt trembling in my hand as she came again. She looked around at me, and kissed me on the cheek. I heard stifled giggling and looked up to see three cheeky grins peeking through the slightly open door to the room. Sarah calmly walked over, put her fingers on her lips to say "shh" took me by the hand and moved me back to the chaise lounge. 

Sarah gently briefly pulled out one of Belles earphones and asked her to roll onto her back. My Kitten was still shaking, shuddering, gasping and her skin had taken on a slight glowing sheen from her orgasm. She lay on her back, while Sarah went to a draw and removed some silk scarves. She began lightly dragging the scarves up and down her entire body. I could not stand keeping my cock tucked away any longer, and when I unzipped my suit pants, and pulled it out to stroke, Sarah gasped and squeaked as her knees trembled again. I had not seen anyone cum like her before in my life, and I was struggling to stop myself from standing up and taking her and my Bitch right then and there. Belle whimpered and squirmed when the silk scarves slid between her thighs, ever so gently brushing her swollen clit. She gasped when they dragged slowly across her nipples. But when Sarah grabbed the corner of one of the scarves and quickly but lightly flicked it constantly across Belles clit, she screamed and her body lifted off the bed with the strength of the orgasm that ripped through her. Her butt was making wet slapping noises as she flopped down in the puddle of cum that was running out of her cunt and it was all I could do to stop myself cumming watching the display. Sarah removed one of the earphones, and I do not even know if my Bitch was listening when Sarah said, 

"For the final part of the massage I will use my own body to massage you Belle, but as an addition to your sensory deprivation, I will be using some scarves to tie your arms and legs to the table to stop them from moving."

My kitten just nodded and and moaned. Sarah moved around the table first tying her arms down to the legs. When she tied her legs down, she tied them so that they were hanging off the outside edges of the table, which spread Belles thighs so far apart that I could see the ligaments on the inside of her thighs straining with the tension. I watched in awe as Sarah slowly stripped off her wisps of clothing, never once breaking eye contact with me, exposing a completely naked body beneath, she undid her shoes, placed them all to one side, and walked over to the table with the massage oil. She rubbed the oil all over her own body, slowly sliding her hands over her erect nipples, before sliding them down the rippling six pack of her stomach to a completely waxed pussy. She walked over and stood right in front of me, and when she pushed two fingers inside her cunt and gushed in her hand especially for me, I lost all control, and my cock erupted in an orgasm that made the veins in my neck feel like they were going to burst in my efforts to remain silent. 

Sarah kissed me on the mouth, grasped my cum filled hand, and led me to where the towels were to clean me up. She unbuttoned my shirt and slid it slowly off my shoulders. I am a very fit man, and I take pride in my personal appearance. I am completely hairless, and I am always working to improve my fitness and health. Sarah obviously appreciated my efforts. She ran her fingers over my chest, and down my abs, to the belt buckle holding up my pants. In a flash she had me naked, and out of my shoes and socks, and was applying a liberal amount of oil to my leaking cock. While lightly stroking the tip of my circumcised cock, she stood up on her toes, brought her mouth next to my ear and whispered, 

"Now lets see what we can do to make Belle faint with pleasure!" 

This girl was incredible, and obviously enjoyed being the very best at what she did. Sarah led me to stand between Belles thighs, pushing my buttocks so that my cock was less than an inch from the entrance to Belles hot dripping cunt. She walked around to the other end, and looked me in the eyes as she started to kiss an amazed Belle with so much passion and pure lust that I could only growl from deep in my throat as I watched. She stopped, and began to lightly stroke Belles nipples. She climbed up on the table, straddling Belle and facing me so that her pussy was just above her face. She slid her body slowly down ensuring that maximum contact between their bodies. She slid back and forth a number of times, until Belle was arching off the table despite her restraints and her muscles were taught and straining for release. She moved so that her mouth was just above Belles clit, and held up her hand counting with her fingers.. 

1..., 2..., 3...!

I knew what she wanted, and as her mouth closed over Belles clit, I shoved my cock deep into her already spasming cunt. Belles body heaved and strained as she screamed and orgasmed at the sudden impaling of her cunt from someone she did not even know was in the room. She bucked hard against Sarah's mouth and my cock as she came over and over again before her body lay still and trembling. 

"Sarah I think we just did it" 

I said as we could hear nothing but unintelligible whimpers coming from the mouth of the Bitch I love so much. Sarah had other plans, and untied Belles legs. She pulled them back and wide so that my Kittens puckered arse hole was exposed and ready. 

"Shes got more in her than that" 

Sarah said breathlessly. Her eyes sultry and smoking as she watched me slowly ease my cock deep into Belles colon. Sarah whimpered and trembled again gushing cum all over Belles breasts as Belle herself screamed in another orgasm from my cock now pounding into her back passage. It seemed that every time I drove into her colon, she spasmed in another climax, and the juices from her cunt were running down the crack of her arse to make wet slapping noises as my pelvis slammed against her delicious arse cheeks. Belle discovered she could reach Sarah's pussy with her mouth and began to tongue fuck her, resulting in another gush of Sarah's cum within seconds. I unloaded deep inside Belles colon. When I pulled out, my load was leaking out her arse in spurts as her body spasmed. I helped Sarah off the table, held her against me, grabbed her head in my hands and kissed her full on the mouth, tasting my kittens fresh cum still on her lips and toungue. 

"Thank you for making this so special Sarah. We will never forget this" 

Sarah replied with a cheeky grin,

"This has been my best day in the Salon ever!" 

We moved around to Belles head, together we removed her blindfold and earplugs. Belle started crying when she saw my face. 

"Oh my god! you are here. Oh fuck I am so happy. This has been the best birthday of my life."

Then she gasped and followed quickly with, 

"Master I am so sorry for cumming without your permission, I am so sorry. I promise I will make it better, and accept any punishment. Please dont be too angry Sir." 

I laughed and said,

"Kitten, don't apologise for accepting my birthday present. But we have not quite finished yet. It is time for the icing on the cake" 

I turned to the grinning Sarah who was already moving to the oil tube. 

"Are you ready Sarah?" I asked. 

"Oh Fuck yes!" 

She sighed, rubbing oil all over her right hand and moving to stand between Belles legs. I took hold of Belles ankles, pulled her legs back hard and wide. Belle looked up at me with an open mouth and wide eyes. 

"Belle...... happy birthday!" 

I said, at the exact moment that Sarah started to squeeze her fist into her cunt.....



Bitch Boss



She didn't even bother to look up when Joe entered the office. 

"You wanted to see me?"

She just put up a hand and waved at the chair in front of her desk.

Fucking bitch, Joe thought as he sat down. Fucking women bosses, have to show you they're in charge. He watched Victoria Stern stare at her computer screen. She probably wanted to give him hell about the Wilson file – which wasn't even his responsibility. But she seemed to enjoy giving him hell.

Joe couldn't fucking believe this – now she was picking up the phone and making a call. Why did she bother to send for me? He thought of saying something like, "Hey bitch, tell me what you want from my life and let me alone." But he didn't say anything...1) because he was a wimp and 2) because Victoria's phone conversation intrigued him.

"Take your hand off your cock when you talk to me, pig," she said into the phone. "And when you address me, you say, 'Yes, Miss Stern.'"

Victoria was leaning back in her chair now, still ignoring Joe. He was fucking pissed, but he couldn't ignore that Victoria was the main subject of his jerk-off fantasies since she became his superior. And the way she said "pig" sent blood coursing through his cock.

Now she was saying, "You know what happens when I'm not satisfied, worm. Your wife can go fuck herself. You'll ejaculate when I tell you to ejaculate."

Victoria was older than Joe by ten years. She had hints of crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. But she kept herself lean and fit. Her tight-fitting business suits highlighted the swell of her ample breasts and her smooth, muscular legs. Many nights he wondered what it would be like to touch her tan thighs. For sure, she was hotter than any of the twenty-year-old temps that were coming and going in the office.

She hung up the phone, turned to Joe and said, "Take out your cock."

She looked dead serious.

Was she joking? Was she trying to embarrass him? She had been rude before, but this was going over the line. She stared straight into Joe's eyes, which made him uncomfortable. He laughed weakly and turned away. But her face remained rigid, expressionless.


"Did you not understand, Joe?" She leaned forward.

"I don't think I understand at all, Victoria."

"It's not hard to understand, Joe – I told you to take out your cock. It seems simple enough to me."

"Why would you want me to do that?" 

The poor thing was nervous already, she thought. Should be easy. She came around the desk, and sat on the edge, only a few feet away from him. She lifted a leg, resting her foot on the arm of Joe's chair. His eyes quickly moved up the line of her leg, but stopped at the hem of her skirt. He didn't dare steal a peek. She looked down at Joe and said, "Because you're going to jerk yourself off for me."

"What kind of joke is this?"

She pressed her heel against the back of his chair, tilting him back. "The joke is, you jerk off or you're fired. Funny, huh?" 

Joe turned red. She was fucking serious. The bitch.

"I know what you do on your late nights at the office, Joe. I have evidence. Notice the cameras." She pointed to the ceiling. "Are we still having a problem understanding, Joey?" 

Now she lifted her leg high and brought her stiletto heel down into his crotch. "Are we still having a problem?"

"No, I understand, Victoria."

She pressed the heel into his balls. "What did you call me, worm?"

"Miss Victoria."

"Very good. You learn fast for an idiot. But I can't waste my time with a loser like you all day, so get to it. Unzip."

"You want me to do it right here?" She could smell the sweat off his body.

"You are a dumb fuck. No more questions."

Joe's face tightened as he reached down to his trousers. His hands were shaking, the poor baby. It took him several tries to undo them and get the zipper down.

"Drop your pants to your ankles."

He didn't fight back this time. He slid his pants over his knees and dropped them to the floor. He sat motionless for a few seconds with his shirttail covering his boxers.

Miss Victoria drummed her long red fingernails against the desktop. Joe ran his hands through his hair, and took a deep breath.

"You have three seconds, worm – 

One..."

He lifted the shirttail.

"Two..."

With his other hand, he pulled down his boxers.

"Three..."

Then his cock bounced out and fell limp between his thighs.

"Put your hand on it. Get a good grip."

His cock felt cold and foreign in his hand. An erection seemed impossible.

"Don't worry," Miss Victoria said. "Because you're not leaving this office till you ejaculate into this." She picked up a coffee mug from her desk.

"You want me to jerk off into that?"

"You can come on the floor, but then you're licking it up."

He took the mug.

For several minutes he pulled on his soft cock, while sweat poured from his brow. Miss Victoria just laughed and shook her head mockingly.

Tears were rolling down his cheeks now.

"Don't stop pulling on that pathetic thing or I'll staple your cock to your thigh. You're doing fine. Keep stroking yourself. Stroke, stroke, stroke..."

Miss Victoria picked up her phone and hit a button. "Madison, can you come in here a moment?"

Joe looked up at Miss Victoria in terror, but kept wanking.

"Don't look so scared, little one. Madison is here to assist me."

Assist her do what?

Not long after, Madison entered the office. She was a young Asian girl with sharp cheekbones and hair like silk. Joe had asked her out when she first started working at the company, but she shot him down with one disgusted look. He suspected she was a lesbian ever since. 

At first Joe didn't notice the camera in Madison's hand. He was too humiliated to look up. She walked behind Miss Victoria's desk, directly in front of Joe. Miss Victoria said, "Smile for the camera, Joe."

He looked up and saw Madison holding a small digital camcorder. His heart sank to somewhere below his knees.

"Those security cameras take such horrible pictures," Miss Victoria said. "And we want to catch you in your best light." They both laughed at that.

Then Miss Victoria led Madison to the couch beside her desk and they sat down next to each other. Madison was still holding the camera on Joe as Miss Victoria began to run her hands over Madison's breasts. With her free hand, Madison unbuttoned her blouse, exposing the edges of a black lace bra. Miss Victoria slipped a hand under Madison's satin blouse, massaging and squeezing her breasts. Madison was squeezing her eyes shut now, her head falling back on the couch.

"Boy," Miss Victoria said, "kneel before us and do not stop wanking."

Joe didn't hesitate, which pleased Miss Victoria. He kneeled only inches from the women's feet, stroking his cock slowly, rhythmically.

Madison dropped the camera on the couch and leaned her head toward Miss Victoria. Their lips met. Joe's heart exploded as he watched their wet tongues snake around their lips and lap in and out of their mouths. Madison's right hand reached up to the back of Miss Victoria's hair and undid her bun, Miss Victoria's soft hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back. 

Miss Victoria knew beyond a doubt that Joe was hers, because when she turned from Madison's hungry mouth and said, softly, "Joe, I want you to cum now," his body spasmed and a ribbon of white cum shot into the coffee mug.

Miss Victoria said, "Good boy," and then took the mug, looking inside. "Not bad." She dipped a finger into the cup, and then smeared the creamy scum over her lips. Madison immediately touched her lips to Miss Victoria's, kissing her deeply.

Then Miss Victoria said, "You did your job, dog. We want to be alone now," and she turned away from Joe. 

He pulled his pants back on, straightened up, and headed for the door – but Miss Victoria stopped him.

"Joe, you forgot my coffee mug."

She handed it back to him and said, "Be a doll and get us a cup of coffee. You can forego the cream, I think." She laughed.

"Yes, Miss Victoria," he said.

"One more thing, Joe, and you may go. I can't do a thing in the morning until I've had my coffee. So your new duty is to bring me a fresh cup of Joe first thing in the morning, every morning – you understand?"

"Yes, Miss Victoria."

From that day on, Joe absolutely adored having a woman for a boss.



Bitch Boy



Last Friday night I met this girl Katy at a club, a cracking little number. We got talking and she invited me back to her house, On the way back in the taxi she said that she had come out because she had her brother staying with her and he was having a few mates over for some fun. She went on to tell me that her brother had just split with his wife because she had found out that he was bisexual. “I have known for years he likes cock, who can blame him there is nothing better than sucking on a nice cock.” She said. With that she reached down to my crouch and squeezed my cock that was all ready getting hard.

Arriving back at her house we went into the living room there where seven guys sat around watching a video, which they had paused when we entered the room. Katy introduced me to her brother David and he introduced me to his friends Paul, Mike, Steve, Mark, Jason and Kevin. Katy then led me up stairs to her bedroom and told me to undress. Well I didn’t need asking twice I was naked and lying on her bed in a flash. She came over to the bed and grasped my cock hard, “Your mine, got it?” she said squeezing my cock so hard she brought tears to my eyes.

With that she went over to the dresser opened one of the drawers and took out some rope, she then told me to lie with my bottom just over the edge of the bed. I did as she had told me, she then tide me down. I remember thinking to myself that she must have done this before, because she seamed to know exactly how to tie me so that I could not move an inch. I was so hard I wanted to cum but she just finished tying me to the bed then moved over towards the dresser and got undressed. Wow she was something else, legs that went on forever. A nice little shaven pussy and the best tits I have ever seen.

She then climbed on top of me facing my cock and sat on my face, “Lick it Bitch,” she said, grinding her shaven pussy into my mouth. She smelt so sweet and tasted even sweeter as I lapped at her pussy. “You are going to be my slave, got it?” she said. “Yes” I replied as best I could, its hard trying to talk when your mouth is full of pussy. “That’s yes miss” she yield as she ground down hard onto my face. At that point I thought I was going to pass out. If only I had.

Katy then lent forward and took the full length of my throbbing cock into her mouth, she expertly sucked it up and down taking it deeper than any girl I have ever known. It wasn’t long until I got that feeling in my balls and they tightened, God I was going to cum, just then my whole body tightened up and I shot a huge load of cum into Katy’s mouth squirt after squirt until there was no more. With that Katy span around squeezed my cheeks to open my mouth and spat all my cum into my open mouth. Covering my mouth and nose with her hand she told me to swallow. Witch I had no choice but to do if I wanted to breathe again any time soon. I had never tasted cum before and it was a bit salty but I just quickly swallowed it as I was told. Katy then removed her hand and said “Good boy, hope you liked that because your going to be my little cum eater weather you like it or not. Aren’t you slut?” “Yes miss I replied, not quite knowing what she meant by that.

Katy then got up went over and opened the door and to my horror in walked her brother and hiss mates completely naked. “He is all yours” she said, coming back over to the bed. She climbed onto the bed and sat next to me, “Come on guys this cum slut has got some work to do if he wants to fuck me.” “Do you want to fuck me slut?” she said, “yes miss I replied.” “well be a good boy and do as you are told and you will get to fuck me later. Ok?” “Yes miss” I said.

Just then one of the guys put his cock in my mouth, “Suck it bitch” he told me, I have never even touched another guys cock before and here I was with one in my mouth and six more waiting. I sucked up and down this guys cock, it was so big my mouth was finding it hard to accomadate all of it. I could feel my cock starting to get hard and I couldn’t help my self but I was actuly starting to like this, just then I felt a mouth close around my cock. Man this guy could suck cock better than even Katy and boy could she suck. Just then the guy with his full length in my mouth started cumming and cumming, I had trouble trying to swallow it all as it shot in to my mouth so hard and fast. “well he is a good cock sucker boys whos next….

Bye the end of the night I had swallowed so much cum and been but fucked over and over again, But I enjoyed it really and best of all I got to fuck Katy.



Bitch-Boy Trained



I never was very much with the ladies. More a beer and skittles man really. My wife, Alison is much different, though. Considerably younger than me and standing more than four inches taller, she has a voracious appetite for life and that includes sex. Personally, I have never really seen the fascination with sex that Alison has. I have a reasonable collection of porn movies that I keep at home and much prefer to watch them than actually indulge in the real thing. That was until recently when my wife became my Mistress and my whole life changed quite dramatically.

It all started a few weeks ago. It was a Tuesday evening and I had been enjoying a quiet few drinks and a game of pool with some friends at a local bar. As usual, Alison had refused to accompany me, claiming that it would be just another very tedious evening and that, frankly, she would prefer to watch paint dry! I was quite pleased that I was going by myself, things between my wife and I had not been good recently and I knew that if she had come, she would have spent the entire time ridiculing me and annoying my friends.

The evening went well and at about 10:00pm I decided that it was time for me to leave. I hadn't consumed many drinks, so I thought it would be safe for me to drive my car home. As I approached my house, I saw the familiar sight of Alison's new sports car pulling out of the drive. As usual she was revving the engine hard and the tyres screeched noisily on the tarmac as she sped off down the road. I wondered where the hell she was going at this time of night. I was used to her following her own pursuits, but at this hour? Mt curiosity piqued, I slipped my Volvo into gear and pulled out into the main road. I didn't know why I was following her, only that it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Alison's Porsche wove in and out of the light, evening traffic. The streets in our part of town are well lit so it wasn't difficult for me to keep track of her. I knew that she wasn't looking out for me, but I hung well back. For some reason I didn't want her to see me at all. Eventually I followed the red sports car into the East side of town. This area is quite different to where we live: hookers hang out on the street corners often accompanied by their pimps or minders and every other store is either a fast food joint or a sex shop. I was quite concerned when I saw Alison's car pull over to the side of the road about a hundred yards in front of me. I quickly found my own parking space and climbed out making sure to lock all the doors as I went. I kept an eye on my wife and my curiosity increased further as I looked at what she was wearing. Gone were the usual seats she wore around the house. The had been replaced by a slinky, off the shoulder dress in red and black tights or stockings (I was a little too far away to tell the difference. She'd also had her hair done: The golden, blonde locks piled high on her head and her make-up looked thick and gaudy. I watched as she walked though one of the shop doorways. I made a mental note of which doorway and wandered, as casually as my pounding heart would allow, towards the store.

The shop front was brightly lit and called "Pussy's". Even if the name hadn't given away what sort of trade they did, the photograph's of semi-naked women that adorned the windows left the idle browser in no doubt. A Large, suited man stood on the door, barring my entrance with his muscular body and pointing to a hand written sign indicating the price of admission.

"It's a good show, man" he said in a gruff, growling voice, "all private cubicles and you can watch the girls. They do everything, man. They fuck, they suck, they finger themselves. Great show, come on in." I had little choice. A few other guys had formed behind me, blocking any escape. I handed over the admission price and entered. It was dark and gloomy inside. The desk clerk looked me up and down quickly and smiled a smirky kind of grin. He pointed towards a corridor with locked doors and handed me a key with a number on it. It didn't take me long to locate the corresponding door number, and opening the lock I entered a small dimly lit cubicle. There was a window against one wall and, once I had re-locked the door behind me, a light above the window came on automatically so that I could see through the glass. I'm not sure exactly what I expected to see, but the sight of my wife and another semi-nude woman cavorting around the floor, certainly wasn't it!

My heart leapt in my chest as I took in the scene. Alison and the other woman were almost naked. My wife's companion was also tall with striking features and long, flame red hair that fell in curls over her shoulders. I had seen strip shows before but nothing on this scale and certainly not with my wife as one of the main attractions! As I began to watch, Alison and her new friend were engaged in a long, wet kiss. Their hands roamed each others bodies with enthusiasm; every inch of flesh seemed to be touched, squeezed or caressed as the two women became more aroused. There was a bench seat in the cubicle and I sat down heavily. 

I knew that Alison was highly sexual, but never dreamed in a million years that she was bisexual. My gaze wandered around the brightly lit room where the two women were performing. It seemed to be almost circular and I could see windows, presumably from other, occupied cubicles, surrounding the girls. I gasped slightly as I realised that, below each window was a small hole. I could see cocks protruding from some of these openings and noted that some were already erect and hard. I looked down at my own window. Sure enough, a small hole padded with some sort of soft, felt-like fabric had been placed in a perfect position.

The two women were now lying on a strip of carpet on the floor. They were head to toe in a classic "sixty-nine" position and I watched with further fascination as the red-head lowered her head between my wife's thighs and swiped a long, pink tongue over Alison's slit. It was just like watching one of my porn movies (two women together was always one of my favourites), and I could feel the tension in my loins as I began to develop an erection. Gently I squeezed myself through my pants, still not happy about releasing my cock for a full masturbation session, as the girls began to writhe and twist in front of me as they tongued each others vagina's. Alison was wailing loudly, her legs spread wide open and her pussy on show for all to see as she humped her hips up towards her lovers lips in an obvious attempt to maintain as much contact with the red-heads lips and tongue as possible. It was clear that this was not at all faked, and as both girls came in a screaming orgasm, I could see more pricks protruding through the holes in the surrounding wall. 

Alison and the red-head were now touring round past the occupied windows, stopping every now and then to stroke or briefly suck on of the cocks that poked through. It was obvious that the cubicles were not sound proofed as I could hear moans of satisfaction coming from the occupants. I was so excited, I couldn't resist it. As I watched the red-head approach my area, I quickly unzipped my pants and without thinking, stuck my erect cock through the hole. The build up of anticipation was almost electric. She had stopped at the cubicle next to mine and was sucking the guys cock for all she was worth. My cock twitched as I waited for her to finish with my neighbour.

I was so busy watching the red-head that I had lost sight of Alison. My heart jumped out of my chest and into my mouth as the familiar figure of my wife suddenly appeared out of nowhere and stood in front of my window. The glass was smoked and so it was difficult for the girls to see their audience, but I tried to pull away quickly all the same. But it was too late. Alison's hand gripped my hard tool in a vice like hold and began jerking me back and forth. She was so close to the window that I could see the slopes of her naked breasts and the full pink nipples that adorned them. She was jerking me off with expert strokes and I knew that I was about to cum. The seed was boiling in my testicles and preparing for the quick journey up through my shaft. I felt my knees go weak and my thighs tremble. This is it I thought, I'm going to cum in my wife's hand without her even knowing it's me.

"Aaahhhhhhhhhh yesssssssss" I couldn't stifle my cry of ecstasy as my semen shot from my dick and filled her hand. 

My eyes were closed, but I could tell something was not quite right. Alison's touch on my penis had disappeared. I opened my eyes and saw that my wife had cupped her hands to her face and was peering in through my window. Her eyes widened as she recognised me. I heard her call to the red-head and then disappear herself. I wondered what I should do. My brain ticked over frighteningly slowly before the decision to run occurred to me. By that time it was too late. The red-head had scooped up my softening cock in her hand and was holding on to it tightly; disallowing any form of escape. I tried to pull away, but it was too painful. She held me too tightly. A second later my worst fears came true when I heard the door to my cubicle open and the familiar voice of my wife ringing in my ears.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" she screamed at me "How dare you follow me!"

"I..I..I'm sorry, Ali," I stammered as I felt the hold on my cock being released and I turned to face my wife. "I just wanted to -"

"Shut up. I don't want to hear any of your pathetic excuses." She grabbed my arm and began pulling me towards the open door. "If you want to be involved, then I'm gonna make sure you are. Come with me you little shit!"

Everything happened so quickly then. I was dragged by my arm, still fully clothed but with my soft and abused cock still hanging from my fly, out of my cubicle, along the corridor and into the main room where the red-head was waiting for me. Once inside, I was virtually thrown towards the second woman. Both her and my wife were dressed only in black stockings and high heeled shoes. Their breasts swung as they moved and I could see the moisture on their pussies glisten. I am a slightly built man, and was no match for the two tall women as I felt hands on my shoulders forcing me to my knees in front of the red-head. Now in a direct line with her well trimmed vagina, I could smell the aroma of her orgasm still fresh on her labia. I knew what she wanted and what was expected of me and slowly bent my head towards her pussy.

"Come on, eat her out!" cried my wife as I began to lick gingerly at the light red pubes of her friend. "Faster, come on eat her you weasel!"

I felt my head pushed firmly into the woman's vagina and began to sweep my tongue up and over her engorged clitoris. I could hear her moaning out above me and felt her heat as she ground her cunt against my now very wet face. I continued for another five or six minutes before the hands behind my head tightened on me and I felt a warm flow of liquid oozing out onto my face as she orgasmed loudly.

"Don't think you're finished yet!" cried Alison as I sank back onto the floor, my face dripping with juice. "You can help me and Jade with all these hungry customers!" I looked around me at the windows. The amount of cocks that were now thrust through the holes had increased as their owners watched the unplanned part of the performance.

"W..W..What do you mean?" I said weakly.

"We're gonna pop your cherry!" said Jade, quickly joining in the conversation. "Your gonna get your ass fucked good, boy!"

"The words stuck in my throat and my limbs went numb as I was practically carried towards an angry looking erection protruding from one of the holes. Again I was pushed to my knees in front of the cock and forced to look at it in all its glory. I'd never been this close to a penis before and at first felt completely revolted. The male scent permeated my nostrils and the veins bulged as I looked at them. 

"Suck on it bitch-boy!" cried Jade as she pushed my head towards the penis. I resisted at first but with the force of her hands on my head, the tip of the cock was soon touching my tightly closed lips.

"Open up!" demanded Alison as she reached down and squeezed my balls painfully. It was an involuntary reaction. The pain from my groin automatically caused my lips to past in a silent scream. Jade took her opportunity and pushed my head quickly forwards. I felt my first taste of another man's cock a that point. I wanted to gag as I was thrust further forward, the head penetrating my lips and slipping obscenely in to invade my mouth. I was surprised at the texture; the cock was fully erect and throbbing, the foreskin pulled well back over the glans to expose the soft, shiny knob. It began to slide in and out of my mouth with comparative ease as I became used to the shape and I could hear the animal grunts of its owner as her began to face fuck me from the other side of the hole. After a short while, I not only became more comfortable with the new sensations, I was actually beginning to enjoy them. Yes, a little more than just beginning, I was really starting to enjoy the feeling of sucking off this unseen man.

"Hey, look!" cried Jade, "He's actually liking it! He's starting to give head like a pro!"

It was true. I was loving this all of a sudden. I used my fingers around the base of his balls, tickling and stroking as I guided the throbbing head into my mouth. I tried to swallow the glans into my throat as I had seen on my porn movies when one of the actresses gave deep head, but it suddenly swelled and lodged in my windpipe. I wasn't prepared for what happened next and, to cheers and laughs from the two women, The unseen man started to cum in my mouth. I thought that I would be revolted be the thick liquid, but after the first spurt trickled down my throat, I knew I was hooked.

For the next hour and a half I scurried around after my two new Mistresses (they now both demanded that I referred to them in such revered terms) helping them relieve cock after erect cock with my mouth or my fingers. They taught me well, showing me how to suck properly to achieve the best result and how to use my fingers on solid shafts and twitching balls until the cum started flowing. All this must have been turning them on as well, because every now and then they would stop and sit down spreading their pink pussy's and ordering me to service them to climax. This I did gratefully and with enthusiasm, happy to satisfy them in any way they demanded.

"Okay, just one guy left," said Jade as she wiped her fingers of the last issue of semen. "Who's gonna do him, Ali?"

"Well, I think that Jeff should, don't you? You promised he would lose his cherry today, and he has been quite a good boy hasn't he?"

I was being spoken about without being spoken to; just how a new submissive should be, I thought. I was quite tired and my hands and face were covered with cum. Bizzarly, I was still fully dressed, but my cock that was so flaccid earlier had long since become a raging, throbbing erection. I knew what was to happen now and this did nothing to soften me; I was looking forward to becoming a true submissive for my wife and her lover. I would do whatever they asked of me. I would obey them completely and without question.

"Drop them!" came the order from Jade that I had been expecting. Immediately I complied and removed my trousers and underwear. My cock was standing out ramrod straight and slapping against by hairless belly. With Jade taking one arm and Alison the other, I was led towards the last waiting erection. I could hear the guy moaning and groaning in frustration from behind the wall and watched his cock throb and twitch as Jade slowly stroked her fingers along its length. I was relieved that it didn't look too huge for my first attempt and licked my lips tentatively as the girls turned be around so that I faced away from it. Jade stood in front of me and held my hands as I bent slightly towards her. 

My wife was behind me, her hands on my buttocks spreading them and I shivered as I felt a cold creamy lotion dripped down the crack of my ass and then vigorously massaged into my anus. I looked up and into Jades eyes as Alison guided me backwards towards the waiting phallus. She smiled at me and winked. I screamed out as I felt the initial penetration. It was as if my ass was on fire, but there was no escape. Jade gripped my arms and Alison forced me further back. Another shooting pain as a further three or four inches sank into my asshole. God, he felt huge inside me, much bigger than he looked. 

Alison was massaging and spreading me open and Jade had reached between my open legs and was gently stroking my own solid erection. This felt much better and as the unseen man began to move himself in and out of my butt, a glorious warm feeling descended over me. Jade and Alison could sense my acceptance now and both began fondling my cock and balls. Their hands and fingers moved in time with the man's thrusts and it was not long before I was about to cum for the second time that night. In fact both the man and I came at the same time. As he thrust deeply into me for the last time, his glans swelled inside my ass. My cock contracted quickly and I lost control. I cried out as my seed sprayed from the tip of my penis and into the girls waiting hands. As the guy came in my ass he thrust up into me time and time again, taunting me with his guttural tones.

"Ahhhh...yessss......take it my little slut..." he moaned at me. "Open your ass to me bitch-boy....let me tear you up with my cock...aaaahhhhhh....I'm cumming in your assssssss....."

He did try to tear me, I think. He shafted me so hear and fast I thought I would never be able to sit down again, and when he eventually pulled out of my abused hole, I felt the last drops of his hot cum splash onto my upturned buttocks where the jism was soundly slapped into my skin by Alison and Jade's hands.

All this happened only two weeks ago, but it seems like I have always been a slave to my Mistress and her lover. Jade has moved in with us now (or rather in with Alison) and the two of them occupy the master bedroom. I have been moved to the small guest bedroom. I am rarely allowed to wear clothes around the house and am duty bound to pleasure either of my Mistresses as and when they wish. This usually involves a long sensuous tongue bath of their clits, or a session of me using one of their many vibrators or dildo's to satisfy them. I have quit my job now and become a virtual full time slave. 

They refer to me as "bitch-boy" most of the time and last week I was presented with my very own butt plug. I'm ordered to wear it constantly so that their friends or customers will have easy access to my back passage. It does seem to work too. Last week I was made available to a big black stud. Danny, apparently was not gay, but just curious to see if another man's ass would accommodate his eleven inches of meat. It was my pleasure to lay out on the floor of our lounge, face down and spread my own buttocks for his, Jade's and Alison's amusement. He commented how wide my ass looked when Jade removed the plug, but still used (for his own benefit more than for mine) a generous application of cool lubricant before stuffing his entire length into me. He thrust around for ages in my ass and I was beginning to think that perhaps I was now too loose and would displease him and therefore my Mistress also.

But I need not have worried. With a deep groan he yanked his huge black cock out of my bowel and, flipping my over thrust the fist six inches between my lips. Jade and Alison sat on either side of him and massaged his massive hanging balls until he released his semen over my face. He came and came, great bucketfuls of cum splashing my skin as he jerked his cock over my face and hair.




Bitch-Boy Trained



Jade and Alison never let me fuck them with my cock, though. It will always be a vibrator or a dildo. However they will allow other men to fuck them. They will take it at any time and in any of their holes. When this happens, my duty is to sit and watch and then to clean them up afterwards with my tongue. I have to admit, there is nothing I like better than to suck a big stud's cum from Jade's sweet little butt hole after she has been ass fucked.

So, there it is. My transformation from a beer a skittle jerk into a submissive sex slave for my Mistress wife and her lover, Jade. It has taken until the age of 47 for me to finally realise my true vocation, but now that I have, I'm the happiest little bitch-boy there is!