2 comments/ 20692 views/ 0 favorites Demands By: Cathleen "Hi," that was all she heard or even needed, that sweet southern voice making her melt inside as if on cue. Instant arousal. "Hi to you too," her voice was as soft as his, her eyes widened. "I'm feeling very selfish right now." His voice changed into a growl that made her stomach contract with tension. She thought could see it in his eyes. "Oh? I suppose there is something you want then." She was quiet, waiting for what she knew he would say. "Damn right! I am going to fuck you and fuck you hard. Just use you for my pleasure. I don't care about what you want, you're my fucktoy." There was demand coming from him. "What do you have to say about that?" Although he couldn't care less about a response. "I, umm, well, I....." she was cut off by him. "Get on your knees and suck me, now." He was serious she knew and she did as he wanted. "Yea, that's right bitch, keep sucking me, I'll tell you when to stop." He would get what he wanted from her, he would make sure of that. He was going to train her well. "Deeper, take me deeper you cock sucker. I want to hear you gag on my cock." The sound of her gagging made him want more from her and he would get more no matter what. She could feel him thrusting into her mouth deeper, pushing himself down her throat. She knew when he was like this there was only one thing to do and that was whatever he wanted. "You like that don't you? Yea, you're my little cock sucker aren't you? Hmmmm?" She couldn't reply and he couldn't care what she had to say anyway, this was all about him. All about his pleasure, he would fuck her any damn way he wanted. He had the power and he used it on her. "You gonna let me cum in your mouth? Hmmmm, are you?" There was nothing soft in his voice now, just raw power. She was trying to shake her head yes so he would know but he didn't care anyway, this was all his choice. "Well, maybe I will let you, but I'm not done with you yet. I haven't even begun to fuck you." With his cock out of her mouth she gasped for air. "I want you to play with your tits, NOW. Pull those nipples, yea, that's right, pull them harder." He would play her until he was done; he knew she couldn't fight him. "Ouch, oh.... Ummm, ooowww." Her voice was a bit shaky and he loved that. It only made him want to push her more. "Don't stop. I didn't tell you to stop. Now pinch them, squeeze them hard between your thumb and finger. Yea, do that my little toy, do that." She almost felt scared but she couldn't show it. She knew that would excite him more. He loved the moans of pains she made and was stroking his cock as he inflicted his demands on her. "Squeeze your tits together, harder, do it the way I like it. Do it!" His voice had an edge of rage, she better comply or else. "Harder, yea, like that. You know what I want? Hmmmm, do you?" He asked as if he really cared what she thought, HA, he couldn't care less. "Yes, I know, I know." She almost whimpered. He loved it and he knew he had her. "Oh, you do, do you? Well, tell me bitch, what do I want? Tell me what I want." Spitting the words at her. "You want to fuck my tits." There was a hesitation in her voice and he stomped right on it. "What? What am I going to do to you?" That demand ever present, she had better speak louder. "You are going to fuck my tits." That's the way he wanted to hear it. "That's right I am and you know what else? Hmmm? You're gonna love it aren't you? Cuz you're my little slut aren't you?" He was upping the ante here. "Yes. Yes I am." There was almost a cry in her voice. "No, don't go trying to cry on me, tell me the way you are going to love it." "I am, I am going to love it. I want you to fuck my tits. I do." She was complying the best she could. "Yea that's right, do that, mmmmm yea, that feels good. You like that don't you? Yea I know you do, cuz you're a little slut. You let me do whatever I want don't you?" He was pushing hard now, bringing her to where he wanted. "Yes, I let you do what you want." Each response sent a quiver in her. How could she allow this she thought? "Yea that's right, you do. You can't believe you do either can you? You're just a little whore. Doing what ever I tell you, isn't that right?" He was egging her on more and more, pushing the boundary because he knew he could. He was ready to move on to something else now too. "Open your legs bitch. Do it." That demand again, she heard it and she complied too. "Yea, just look at that pussy, all wet and shiny. You love this don't you? You can't hide it now, I see how much you love this." "Yes, yes, I love it. I want it." Her response was more forceful now. Maybe she did have some fight in her. Maybe. "Ummm, oh it looks so good, doesn't it feel good? I know it does. Umm, let me taste that, yea, spead those legs, cuz I'm coming in." Damn, she could feel him licking her, sucking and biting. There was nothing gentle and loving here that was for sure. "Oh, yea.....ahh", her moans betrayed her now. She'd just lost any power she may have thought she had. "Yea I know. I know bitch, you love it. That's right, keep it up cuz I'm going make you cum so fucking hard. You want to though don't you? Don't you?" When she heard that tone she knew she had to answer. "I do, I want to. I want you. So bad. Ahhhh, ooohhh," each touch sending her closer to the edge, playing into his hands. "Yea, I know you do. I know you better than you know yourself. And you know I do, don't you? I know you better than yourself!" He made sure she knew it too. "Yes, yes, you do. You know me. You know I love it, I have to have it." It sounded so degrading coming from her mouth. "Yea that's good baby, its ok." He turned his tone smoother, his every move was planned. "Are you gonna cum for me, baby, are you? Hmmm? Yea, go ahead, cum for me." He was pushing just a bit more again. "Yea, yea, I am...... oooooOOOO, ahhhh......" Only sounds came from her now. "That's right, cum. Come on. Cum for ME now!!" He made her cum over and over. He pushed and pushed, until she begged for mercy. "Oh god, oh god, please..... oh goddddddddddd." Panting, struggling on each sound. "Ok, ok, baby, breathe, yea...... just breathe. But you know what? We're not done are we?" He had a low sinister tone in his voice, he was ready to get what he wanted now. She heard that in his voice. His breath was calm as he told her what he wanted next. "Oh god, no, please no. Don't make me, no, I can't take it." She was pleading with him. "Oh you don't want that baby? Hummm, well that's too damn bad cuz I do." He would not be denied now, he had taken everything else and he would take this too. He told her what to do, he demanded it actually. She knew she had no strength left to fight. She turned over onto her stomach, buried her head in the pillow. On her knees, her ass was there for him. "That's right, my good little slut. Feel that? Feels good doesn't it? Yea, I know it does, I know you like it." He knew by her sounds and movements she wanted it. "I'll tell you what I am going to do with you ok? I'm going to fuck your ass. You want that don't you? Don't you?" Again using that "couldn't care less" tone. He would do what he wanted. "Do you feel that? That's me. That's my hard, thick cock. Feel it.... Yea I know you do. And you love it too, you little slut. My little slut." He kept pushing her. Her mouth was biting the pillow, her voice muffled but he knew she liked it. "Mmmmm, oh that feels so good. Feel me going deeper? Hmmm, do you? Yea, I know you do. Deeper and deeper, yea, that's me, that's my hard cock and I'm gonna cum in your ass. I'm going to fill your ass with my hot, thick cum and you're going to love it aren't you?" He pushed on and on. She heard him about to cum, she knew the sounds he made. He wouldn't stop until he was done. More and more he came, until they both were spent. Panting for breath, gasping for air. Waiting for their eyes to refocus. Finally, they could talk again, their voices returned. "Oh my gawd that was fantastic!" His voice wasn't mean anymore – it was that sweet southern drawl again. "Oh my fucking gawd." "I know, I know it was." She was still panting and feeling aftershocks. "Wow!" "I hate to do this but I have to go, I'm sorry." He was sorry too. "I know you do." And they both hung up their phones. Demands Many thanks to Dennis for editing this story I'm Dan Nilsson, married to Isabell and living in a Scandinavian town with our two kids, who were out playing with their friends when my wife asked me to sit down at the kitchen table and listen to some important news. I'll never forget what happened that damn Thursday evening in our kitchen when the shit hit the fan. Isabell said, "I know that you've been cheating during your trip to that Speedway GP Race at Vojens in Denmark that is why a divorce might be on our agenda. But because I still love you, I will give you a second chance so you can regret your wrongdoing. To be forgiven you have to accept my terms, which are: I demand to have a total freedom during eight nights out, four Wednesday nights and four Friday nights beginning at tomorrow night." She continued, "I don't know yet what I shall do during all those evenings or nights. Maybe stay at home and not do anything at all during some of them, maybe only going to see a movie or have a beer at a pub together with a friend at some evening or maybe have a date with some nice guy. I don't tell you anything and you are not allowed to ask anything about what I've done, or do it with whom or where I do it. If you confess your cheating, I'll be a good wife and skip all free Wednesday nights out as an extra bonus for you. But if you deny to accept my conditions, the divorce will be filed tomorrow." Now she held up a brown C4 sized envelope and said, "Here is the divorce papers. Please tell me your choice. Marriage or divorce, what do you want?" I was totally surprised and asked, "What's going on here? Is it a silly joke or some kind of candid camera? Not funny at all." She looked at me without any smile and replied, "No, I've never been more serious than now. You have to face the consequences of your cheating. Accept my conditions or I'll file for divorce. No other alternatives will be available." I shouted, "What the hell is this? Have you got totally mad? You ought to know that I have never lied to you or never cheated you." " I have evidence and please tell me now if you want remain married to me?" I shouted again, "Show me your damn evidence, right now if you can but you can't because I have never cheated you." Now she looked a bit worried and said, "I don't have any pictures but there are witness." "Let's go and see your witness. I demand to see him or her right now." "Can't do that because I have promised to protect them from your wrath." Now I had got enough of her crap and shouted, "Why limit your demands to only eight free nights? Why not 365 free nights every year from now on? Give me the damn divorce papers and start packing your belongings. I don't take any shit like this. You are the cheater and you shall be out of this house. Go to your damn lover and stay there." I opened the envelope and found clean divorce forms and began filling in the requested information. Isabell had turned ashen gray and said, "I don't have any lover." "There are only two possible explanations to your insane demands; either you have hot feelings for some horny pussy hound who wants into your panties and you believe his false rumors because you look forward to be comforted by him during your free nights. Otherwise you would not be naïve enough to believe such bullshit from a conning seducer more than the truth from your faithful husband. Or can the explanation be so simple that you already had an affair and need those eight nights to decide with whom you want share your future, with your lover or with me? Sorry to make you disappointed, but I refuse to participate in this silly dirty game. I don't want you any longer. Go to your damn lover and stay there." It was a terrible nightmare for me. I had always thought that Isabell and I had a happy marriage. But now it had only taken a few minutes for her to turn it to pure crap and the worst of all, she did it without any reasonable reason. I had never cheated her. Now Isabell was crying loudly and sobbed, "Please calm down, please don't do anything stupid. Please let me explain." I couldn't resist my anger and shouted, "Explain what? You have got rid of me just as you wanted. Why in the hell are you complaining now? Go to your damn lover and be happy." "Your anger is based on misunderstanding, I don't have any lover, I never had any lover and I will never have any lover. I love you, only you." "Why in the hell are you acting as a puppet on a string for some horny conning creep who wants fuck you? I can hardly think you alone created this silly game. Somebody must be directing you. I doubt you really want to know the truth about what happened in Denmark. Did you ask Kent, David and Seth? Of course not, but you ought to have done that to find the truth because I doubt that your story-telling seducer even knows in which Danish town we stayed overnight? Ask your lying so called witness if he knows that. A still sobbing Isabell replied, "No, I haven't spoken to any of your friends. Now I understand how wrong and stupid I've acted when accusing you without searching for any real facts. I'm sorry for everything what I said to you. Please let me explain why I did what I did." I nodded and Isabell told me an almost insane story about how her co-worker Catherine had asked her if she had forgiven Dan yet? When Isabell did ask, " forgiven for what?" Catherine tried to change the subject but Isabell had demanded to know the truth and been told the rumors about what I was supposed to done with some bimbo in Denmark. Catherine did comfort a now very sorry Isabell by telling how one of her friends in a similar situation had saved her marriage with ten "private nights". Catherine, who is single had even promised Isabell to take her out and fix a blind date with a handsome man during a "girl night out" After her confession Isabell began begging me to forgive her and skip the divorce forms I had been filing. She promised me that I would never regret that. My reply wasn't very kind, "Why should I skip the divorce? You humiliated me as hell by believing faked rumors better than a faithful husband. Why should I stay with you? I don't even get the sex I want in this marriage." Isabell said, "I promise that from now on never refuse you any sex at all as long as it is only you and me but I will never accept any swinging, threesome or a group. I have never cheated you and really don't now what I done during those eight nights. I'm afraid that if Oscar Broman had got knowledge of my problems, he had done his best for taking advantages of the situation. Honestly, I was only furious about your cheating and had nothing planned for myself, neither any cheating, dating or anything else. Not even going out with Catherine. I'm sorry for what I did to you and beg you to forgive me. Please give me a second chance." Now I told her my decision, "I promise to think about the divorce until Friday next week and you'll sleep in the spare room. You shall not report anything to Catherine about what I said or did in this matter. I will see her and want that to be a surprise. Is that clear?" Isabell accepted my conditions. A cousin of mine is rather tough lawyer who have won some nasty cases and therefore began to create a reputation of a ruthless shark. The next day he and I went to Catherine's office where he scared the shit out of her with information about the high amount he had sued her. Suing people for such matters is very unusual in this country and usually not even worth the efforts but my lawyer got a very frightened Catherine to confess that she had got the rumors from a coworker by name Oscar Broman. That Oscar was one of Isabell's first boyfriends who never got into her panties. Though he was married he used to do his, so far, fruitless attempts with her as often he could. Isabell had jokingly told me about their last company Christmas party when Oscar had been so attentive admirer to her during the whole evening that she had probably would have accepted his invitation for forbidden pleasures if she had been married to an asshole. Now it was easy to understand why this Oscar had created a faked cheater reputation for me. After Catherine, we visited Oscar. Neither my lawyer cousin nor I doubted that our visit at Oscar's office gave him cold feet, very cold feet, indeed. He was told about being sued for the equal high amount as Catherine. It was obvious that Oscar had created the rumors by himself because he couldn't name any other source than "overheard at a bar". I called Oscar's wife at her job and scared her with the amount Oscar's gossip would cost their family so he would get a taste of his own medicine after work that memorable Friday. I didn't believe Isabell had told me the whole truth. However, I was sure that she had not cheated me yet but obviously she had got a temptation to see if the "grass is greener behind the fence" That temptation must been strong enough for accepting Catherine's simple story and plans without any investigations. She ought to know that something nasty might happen if she spent evenings out together with that twice divorced slut Catherine. Of course, I was sure she had not intended to date eight different men during eight nights. But even one night or only one fuck with one man would have been a valid reason for divorce. Had I really been that damn cheater Catherine told her I was, maybe I had accepted one single fling for Isabell as the very last attempt to save our marriage if everything else had failed. Isabell isn't so naïve as she pretended to be when she confessed her doings. An average loving wife would probably cross-examined both her husband and his friends about what really happened in Denmark before she decided about any revenge. Especially when there was no evidence to the vague rumors about my cheating. Another suspicious matter was how fast she changed her attitude from demanding position to begging for forgiveness when I preferred a divorce. I'm sure she began thinking about the consequences and understood how much she could lose and not gain anything at all by continuing with her silly demands. However, though Isabell did what she did, I was still in love with her and the following Friday I told her about my intention to skip the divorce and allowed her back to our bedroom. Later the evening she sucked me good, stone hard before three very intensive fucks. She even offered me her virgin ass and got very happy when I said, "Not now, but maybe some other time in the future if you've been naughty again." She replied, "I promise that never be naughty to you again." Epilog Catherine and Oscar fearing the worst and hired a lawyer together. He wasn't any bright star and soon he and my lawyer agreed about a settlement far better for me than I ever expected. My immediate action saved two marriages, my own and Oscar Broman's. His wife invited me for lunch at a nice restaurant where she thanked me for saving her marriage. Oscar had confessed his interest for Isabell and been very close to a divorce. But he got a second chance when he agreed to pay all his legal expenses for my suit by canceling his golf-club membership. That saved good money and gave him much more time together with his family. His wife was very happy for that solution. Isabell, Catherine and Oscar still works at the same office but nobody regard them as close friends. Demands of Another She sits in the darkness, the leather from the hotel chair cold on her bare bottom, staring at the brightly lit area around the bed. The three cameras aimed at the bed, the lights so bright that the rest of the room might as well not be there. It would be odd her sitting here wearing a red satin under bust corset, black sheer opera gloves, fish net stockings, and 8 inch heels. It would be odd on its own given the addition of a collar with the engraving "wife slut" written in it and leash lying on the bed. Now this was not the oddest part in her mind. Not at all, her slim 26 year old body told her. She looked down at her breasts, her nipples perky from the cold, a silver cross lying between them. Then she looked at her hands the long gloves, perfectly smooth except for her wedding ring and engagement ring had been slipped on top. Her husband had demanded that she wore the rings, he wanted everything the way he dreamed. Only two concessions she was able to get from him. The fact that she will wear a leather eye mask and this man must wear a condom to protect her fertile womb. He was so angry about the condom he wanted a cream pie and the fear of her carrying another man's child. He shouted he would get even for this concession. Even her submissive Christian nature would not go that far. She was raised to follow her husband's demands, just like her mother did, no matter what he demanded. She saved herself for this dirty old man, and had only given him her must sacred of treasures. After three years that wasn't enough he wanted more. So she gave in slowly. Kinky clothing and role-play at first that slowly became more public. Then allowing him to post images and videos of her, but always with the mask. Having men send back pictures of their cum all over her images. She would have to go further every time because each step only satisfied his perverted fantasies for a short while. This is what he wanted all along, her dressed like a slut doll waiting for a stranger to control her. A stranger she had never met, talked to or even saw a picture. She was so powerless all of her clothing, keys, phone and wallet were behind the door to the connected room where her husband sat, watching the video monitor. At least she was not going to give him the pleasure of letting him watch her while this man showed up in person. Click! She heard it, the sound of the key card unlocking the door. Then he pushed open the door the blinding light obscured his body and the door closed enclosing the area outside of the spot light in darkness. His deep voice sung out "I can smell you Fox." She delayed to remember that is her name to him. She quickly stammered to the dark shadow "Yes sir... I am here in the shadows." "Please enter the light so I may see you," he said with a friendly order but it was still an order. She stood up, her small 5'1 body supported by the giant 8 inch heels. She slowly walked into the light where it blinded her for a second. She looked back where the silhouette had been but had lost all her night vision. She then heard from beyond the bright boundary. "You are more stunning then I thought. Part of me feared your husband gave me an old or fake photo. So I will be your second cock Fox?" "Yes sir, the only cock I have ever had was my husbands little cock." "You only say that because you know you want him too. After you see my cock, you will call his a penis." She heard the voice coming closer and closer as he talked. Then a moment of silence, then like stepping out from behind a curtain he stepped into the light. He was a massive man, over 6'5, built like a Greek god and black. She fell back on the bed a little shocked by this sight. This must be her punishment from her sick and twisted husband. A punishment that if anything went wrong she could carry a black baby in her womb. The man's deep voice came out "You will call me Master Eli/ Do you understand Fox?" He kept walking over to her slowly removing his suit jacket and tie then his shirt. She looked up at him, "Yes Master Eli." She was so confused as the man undressed to his boxers and handed her the leash and collar. Then he stated "You will put this on Fox." She did as told attaching the leash then collar all the while looking at his massive muscles and stature. Then she presented him with her leash, he grabbed it briskly and pulled her face toward him. He kissed her deeply his lips slowly opening her and she accepted. Then she felt his massive finger lightly touching her wet slit. Moving up and down then flicking her clit over and over again. She broke the kiss to moan out load. Slightly pushing her hips forward. "Do you like that Fox?" "Yes Master, I dooooooo," She moans as the finger slowly increases in speed. "Does your husband play as well with your clit Fox?" "Ohhhhh no Master," she continue's to moan as his finger starts going faster and faster. Her arms wrapping around his back as she pushes her pelvis down on this massive hand. Then she felt her body tense up, she was close, so close. "Do you want to cum Fox?" Master Eli whispers in her ear. "Yes Master... Please!" "Then cum for Master Eli!" Her whole body becomes tense like a wooden board then release. The orgasm floods over her as she gasps and lets her head fall on his massive shoulder. He slowly lets her down on the bed. Her stomach heaving slowly she catches her breath looking at Master Eli, knowing her pussy must look completely red and swollen, wanting anyone's seed. She curls up into a ball recovering from a powerful orgasm. A much more powerful orgasm then she had had in years. Then slowly and gently his massive hands part her legs smoothly guiding her to lie on her back. She looks up her eyes barely opening before she felt his hot wet tongue dart over her clit. Oh so slowly he starts to go down on her. His tongue sliding up and down over her clit. Every now and then venturing downward to dig into her soaking pussy. She opens her legs wider so his head can delve in deeper. Her whimpers and moans start to grow louder and louder. Then without her even realizing it she moans "Ohhhhhh master that is sooooo good, please don't ever stop, please." Her hips thrust upward into his face she can feel her juices leaking out over the disarrayed sheets. Then she yelps as he starts to go faster and faster. She knows this is a warm up, she knows that in order to get another release, a more powerful release, she will need his rod, his thick massive black rod. Even though she has not glanced it she knows it must be huge. Before it was her husband who wanted the humiliation of a massive black man fucking her. But now she wants it too! "Master please stop," she moans, her body still thrusting upwards betraying her inner thoughts. Master Eli lifts his face from her, wipes his face off on the blanket then slides up next to her. Lightly grabbing her leash, pulling her face towards his and kissing her. "Are you not pleased Fox?" He asks his large hiding sliding over her nipples slowly playing with her firm breasts. "Master I am very pleased, I must make you happy now." She slowly gets up and glides down as Master Eli lies on his back, letting the leash slide through his hand until it completely falls out. "May I remove your boxers Master?" He nods, and she slowly removes them keeping her eyes closed. She guides them over his legs then looks up the long dark canyon leading up to his massive cock. And it was massive, she knew it would be impossible to suck it completely and most likely it would not fit all the way in her. All she can estimate is that it was thicker then her wrist and longer then a notebook. She slowly crawls up between these legs her lust only wanting one thing. She stops her mouth only inches from the erect member to breath lightly on it. She hears the low voice again "Something wrong Fox? I told your husband I would only go as far as you wanted to." It was odd, these words to comfort only turned her off. This man was suppose to be a master not some nice neighborly figure. Yet she was so horny she knew it would not stop her at all, but might affect his future chances with her. She pauses then replies "Master I am enjoying the view." She giggles then kisses the tip. She kisses it again but this time slowly brings it into her mouth, holding it there for him to enjoy. Then with her hand she starts to stroke the lower portion of his massive cock, her gloved hand easily going up and down its soft skin. Then in time with her hand she starts to bob up and down on his cock. He groans as she bobs faster and faster feeling his heat grow in her mouth. He takes a hand and grabs her leash as his body starts to jerk with her motions. She keeps sucking and sucking. She can feel him start to quiver and pulse in her mouth and hand. But she knows what she wants and he will give it to her. She pulls off his cock and he looks down at her. She gasps for air for a few seconds, his cock standing only a few inches from her face. Then she begs, "Master can you please fuck me with your massive rod, my pussy needs it." He smiles and sits up, knowing he was going to get what he was promised. "Sure Fox, hand me the condoms, I am clean you should know, but your husband made me promise." Her husband had put the condoms in the bedside table, as she was getting ready. He promised he would, and if he didn't she didn't know what she would do. Her pussy was soaking and aching for this massive cock and she wanted it. She opens the draw and there they are a box condoms, or the outline in the darkness. She reaches in grabs them and tosses them to Master Eli. Then a deep laugh reverberates around the room "this must be a joke!" She rolled over and looked he was holding the Trojan in his hand already opened. "Whats wrong?" "This will never fit on my cock Fox." He says as he try's to fit the normal sized condom over the giant cock. "I guess you can suck me off or I can do you up the ass." "No!" She shouts and he stammers back. She quickly responds "Sorry master, I need your cock in my pussy so badly." She slides up next to him stroking his massive dark beauty. "You can pull out right? Remember my pussy is not protected at all." "Sure my pet," he answers slowly pulling her on top of him "I will follow your lead." She slowly starts to rub his massive head across her pussy. Then she pushes it in, nice and slow. He gently moves his hips back and forth borrowing his massive cock into her pussy. She digs her nails into his chest feeling her pussy being expanded on all sides. Then she feels him going deeper and deeper and she screams "Yes Master Eli fuck me deeper then my husbands cock can go, ohhhhhh my pussyyyyyy has never been touched there!" He thrusts deeper and harder getting his cock in even deeper. She then feels him enter all the way. She didn't know it was possible, they just stop her body on top of his. Their mouths intertwine as his massive rod rests completely inside her fertile and open pussy. He starts to gently slide an inch or two in and out of her. Her juices slowly glazing his midnight cock even more. He starts to thrust more and more into her rotating his hips. Her body quivers as she moves her hips in rhythm with him. Mast Eli slaps her ass hard then grunts "ride me slut!" She pulls him out of her and repositions herself completely on top of him. She slowly lowers herself on his massive rode while placing her hands on his massive chest. Finally she pulls him all the way in again, a light gasp escapes her lips as he twitches he cock inside her. "You like my cock inside you Fox?" He asks while he lightly smacks her ass, the eco bouncing off the walls. "Yes Master Eli," she moans as she rocks back and forth feeling it hit the walls of her pussy her head thrown back and eyes closed. Her nails start to dig into his chest as she rocks faster and faster, going up and down on his cock, her pussy leaking out over he pubic hair. Then opening her eyes and looking at the camera "You have cock! A real man's cock! While my husband has a tiny penis." Then she starts to jump up and down on his cock faster and faster. Master Eli reaches around and grabs her digging his hands into your flesh. He closes his eyes and grunts, he starts to smack her ass over and over again. She screams "OHHHHHH Smack this slut's ass hard! Oh yeah baby, I am giant whore that loves being stretched by a massive black cock while being spanked!" "You want it deep Fox! You want it deep, you slut!" He shouts as he stops smacking her ass and grabs and pulls her nipples. "Yes Master, ohhhhhhh yes give it to me deeper!" With those words resonating around the room he pull her legs forward across his chest then flips her up so she rests on her back with her legs in the air with his cock halfway in. He starts to move his cock in circles, every time she try's to move forward on it he scoots back. A big toothy grin crosses his face "does Fox want to get drilled?" "Yes please master!" She screams, "Please drill me and cum deep inside me." With that he thrusts in her to the hilt! Her body jumps off the bed as this magic cock goes deeper then anything has ever in the past. He starts to drive into her again and again. Her screams becoming louder and louder, her massive orgasm just on the brink she reaches around and grabs his ass. He starts to grunt his thrusts becoming quicker and quicker. He shouts, half in terror half in pleasure "I am about to cum!" "OHHHHHHHHHH!" She screams as she grabs his ass hard and locks him in her. Her mind going blank, the room goes soundless as he rams into her and she feels his eruption. Eruption is the only word as his seed pulsates down his shaft and into her pussy. She lets go not from fear, but from exhaustion. He quickly pulls out of her the seed being planted all along her fertile womb. When it pops out it splatters the last bits all over her pussy, giving it a nice sheen. He looks down in horror, "you were lying about the pill thing right?" "No I was not, just go I will have it solved." He grabs his stuff quickly dresses and darts out the door. She laughs and says "Men are such pussy's." She stands up a little wobbly and opens the connecting room door, her husband standing there with flaccid cock in his hand and cum stains on his pants. She grabs him by his hair and drags him to the bed and forces him to kneel at the foot of the bed. She then sits down and spreads her legs for him, displaying this wonderful creampie. "and speaking of men who are pussy's here is the biggest of them all! You better eat it all or you might have that pussy's baby." Without hesitation he dives in eating all the sperm on the outside first then drilling deeper with his tounge in. She grabs the end of the leash and detaches it handing it to her husband. She smiles "you can use this to fish out the stuff that is really deep." Like a good little piggy he eats her and fishes out all the cum that he can. He looks up at her his face covered in her and Master Eli's juices. She pulls him up and like a small child sits him on her lap. "So you got what you wanted, I am now a whore for giant cock. Next time make sure to find a real dominant that doesn't care if I get knocked up, and you will be in the room wearing a school girl uniform." With that his penis stands up and she wraps her hand around his shaft. She quickly raises and lowers her fist until he lets out a little grunt and cums all over her hand. "Also honey I like big cummers now." Demands on Him I couldn't help the groan that escaped when I pulled into the parking lot. The convenience of having a gym in the neighborhood was a great one, but I hated to work out. When my old gym had burned down I had seriously debated on not finding a new one to join, but as much as I hate to work out, I like being in shape more. And I know that my fiancé likes it too; she'd never tell me otherwise, but she'd be less attracted to me if I lost the tone and definition I've built over the years. Grabbing my gym bag out of the back seat of my BMW I trudged inside to the locker room. It was late, close to midnight, and much later than I typically start my workout. Jenna's parents had been staying with us for a week already, and I needed to escape somewhere. I was counting the days until Christmas, when they would leave and head up to suffocate her brother and his family. As long as my futures were around, Jenna's legs were closed, and the sexual tension I felt on top of everything else needed to be released. I knew Jenna felt uncomfortable having sex as long as her parents were around, so that left me two options: beat off in the shower or work out. As much as I needed to cum, I knew her mother would inevitably ask why I spent so long in the shower. The "I'm a big guy, there's lots to wash" excuse was only valid once per visit. Tossing my bag on the bench, I stripped out of my shirt and toed off my shoes. Yanking one of my old college t-shirts over my head, I let out a sigh. I was tired. Buck up, I told myself, the sooner you change, the sooner you can work out, and the sooner you can go home and sleep. Christmas is in three days; I can make it that long. Just three more days and I will be able to fuck my woman whenever I want, and thes will be gone. Three. More. Days. I walked out of the locker room and was surprised to find that I wasn't the only one in the gym tonight. The fitness center was open 24/7, but even when I did come late at night it was rare that I saw anyone. There were two women jogging on the treadmills, and a guy using the bench press in the corner. Slipping my ear buds into my ears, I let music cover the sound of machines and headed for the bike. Twenty minutes of cardio and twenty minutes of weights and then I could go home. I pedaled through my cardio, and the twenty minutes there seemed to fly by. My forehead was shiny with sweat, and I wished I had remembered to grab a bottle of water before I'd left the house. Wiping my face with a towel, I headed for the weight rack. I won't boast and say that I can bench 350, but I can lift our two, hundred pound dogs without a problem. I worked through my routine methodically, fantasizing about what I'd get to do to Jenna once her parents were gone. It'd been a while since I'd fucked her in the kitchen, maybe I'd start there, or maybe I'd fuck her ass in the shower again—that had been an interesting evening, and one I wouldn't mind revisiting. The tap on my shoulder yanked me from my plans, and I jerked the headphones out of my ears. "Do you mind?" I snapped, turning to face whoever had interrupted me. "Whoa there, Andrews. Just wanted to say hi." I groaned as I saw my boss standing over my shoulder. Todd Barkley was one of the founding partners of the advertising firm where I worked. He and his best friend started the firm before they'd hit 30, and it was now one of the best firms in the country. I was just a lowly junior executive, and I was surprised that he knew my name. I stood, wiping my damp hands on my shorts before I extended a hand to him. "Mr. Barkley, sir, I didn't see you. I apologize." "No apologizes necessary, William. We're not in the office, we're at the gym—just two guys working off some steam." I nodded, grateful that he didn't take my greeting personally. "I didn't know you belonged to this gym," he said, sitting down on the bench across from mine. "Just joined a month or so ago. My old place wasn't available any more." I watched as he picked up one of the 50-pound dumbbells and began to curl it. I've never been a small guy, but my boss seemed to dwarf me. My 6'3" was overshadowed by his 6'6", and while my muscle tone was nothing to laugh at, his was far more impressive. I had thought it was only at work that he was intimidating, but I was more intimidated here at the gym than I was in the office. I caught myself staring at he curled that dumbbell. It was blatantly obvious too, if he were to look up at me, he'd see that I had stopped lifting my own weights and was fixating on his bulging biceps. Little beads of sweat had broken out around the cuff of his shirt, and were sliding slowly along the veins that bulged. I had to bite my tongue to stop the groan I felt welling in my throat. What the fuck was wrong with me? I was getting turned on watching another man lift weights. Quickly I resumed my own workout, more anxious now than before to finish so I could go home. I curled two more reps and then jogged into the locker room. I was reluctant to shower at the gym, but forced myself to take a quick one, knowing that Jenna wouldn't let me crawl into bed tonight unless I took one. She'd probably be asleep when I got home, and if I took a shower once I got there she would wake up and be more pissed at me than she already was. She hated having her parents visit as much as I did, and had been pissy with me since their arrival. Stripping out of my clothes, I headed for the showers. Both of the single-stall showers had "Out of Order" signs taped across their doors. Groaning in frustration, I headed for the communal shower. I had escaped the awkward moment with Todd out on the gym floor, but I didn't want to have the chance at another one when we were both naked, and I was sporting a semi. I didn't notice him when I first entered the gym, but that didn't mean that he hadn't been there. He could be ready to wrap up his workout as well, and I didn't want to be around when he did. Pumping soap into my hand from the dispenser on the wall I lathered my chest, trying to decide if I wanted to do a full-body wash while I was still at the gym. Jenna didn't like me to come home sweaty and stinky, but just being under the water would wash the sweat and the majority of the stink away, so I should be fine waiting until morning to wash my lower body. Rinsing the soap off my body, I reached for the shampoo. "You missed a spot there, William," Todd's voice echoed off the tiled walls. Fuck. I should have waited to shower at home. A pissed-off Jenna couldn't be worse than this. I stood facing into the spray, wishing that he would go away, or that I had been hearing things. "You shouldn't neglect your body, William," my gut clenched as his hand ran over my shoulder blades, sliding up my neck into my hair. "A clean body is a healthy body." I shrugged, trying to remain nonchalant. "This is just a quick shower before I head home. My fiancé doesn't like me stinking up the car and the house." "Why waste water William? Finish your shower here, now." He turned me to face him. "I'll help you." I watched helplessly as he pumped soap into his hand, watched the lather foam between his fingers. I swallowed convulsively as Todd kneeled in front of me, his hands running up and down my legs, spreading the soap evenly. His fingers dug gently into my muscles, relieving the tension and sending it higher. The white suds climbed higher up my legs, inching up over my kneecaps onto my thighs. I clenched my eyes shut, hoping that he would stop, but then I felt his fingers curl around my balls, and I started hoping that he wouldn't. Shame blotched my cheeks as I watched Todd roll my balls around in his palm. I found myself hoping that he would suck my dick. The thought startled me, but I found myself craving it anyway. He looked up, his brown gaze searing into mine. He nodded, as if he was reading my mind, and his lips slid over the tip of my shaft. I wasn't fully hard yet, but the moment his mouth closed over the tip and began to suck, I turned to stone. "Ah, fuck," I growled. Todd pulled his lips off my cock with a pop. "Like that, do you Will?" I nodded, my hips thrusting of their own accord. "Relax, baby boy, I'll give you what you want." This time, Todd sucked me down to the root. Jenna, even after six years together, couldn't deep-throat my seven inches. I growled again, bumping my hips into Todd's face. His hands slid up and gripped my hips tightly. "No," he barked before sliding his lips down my dick again. Over and over again he swirled his tongue around my shaft, skimming his teeth along the super-sensitive underside. Every time I felt like humping his face, fucking his mouth, his fingers tightened, reminding me of his order. I felt my balls draw up; I was about to cum. The shame I had felt as Todd had started to blow me returned, and I kept thinking that I should not be hard for, or getting sucked off by, another man. Biting my cheek as the tingles started crawling up my spine, I fought the urge to rut against Todd's face and cum all over him. It was wrong. I was a man who was attracted to women. I didn't get my rocks off thinking about other guys. I was straight dammit. When her parents weren't around Jenna and I fucked every night, in every position possible. But when Todd said "Cum" I couldn't help it. Pearly shots of cum shot from the end of my dick, and Todd swallowed them all. Jenna had complained once about the amount of cum I shot off when I orgasmed, but Todd said nothing as he sucked it from my cock. "Good job, baby boy," he whispered against my still-hard dick. He rose to his feet, his erection glancing my stomach. I gulped, feeling that impressive appendage pressed against me. Todd's lips collided with mine and he shoved his tongue into my mouth, controlling the kiss. I was knocked off balance, and clutched at his arms to steady myself as he plundered my mouth. Being accustomed to being the aggressor, I was surprised as how quickly I let myself be taken by him. I could taste my cum on his tongue, the slightly salty taste made my dick twitch again, and he chuckled into my open mouth. "Just can't get enough, can you, baby boy?" I shook my head, unable to help myself. I'd never cum that hard, or on command, in my life. "Good," he smiled, kissing me again. Our tongues dueled for a moment before he pulled away. "See you at the office tomorrow." With that reminder, I closed my eyes and waited for him to leave. The door to the locker room shut with a soft snick, but still I waited. The embarrassment washed over me, sending me reaching for the soap again so I could was my body. I didn't miss an inch of skin, wanting to cleanse myself from his touch. Jenna asleep in our bed when I got home, curled around my pillow like it was my body. Gently, I tugged the pillow out of her grasp and lay down beside her. She immediately snuggled into me. Despite my cleansing frenzy in the shower and all the shame that I felt, I was still hard. Determined to prove I was still a manly man, I pushed Jenna onto her back and stripped her t-shirt over her head. She mumbled incoherently, but didn't open her eyes. When I set my mouth on her pussy, though, she awakened with a gasp. "Will! What are you doing?" she hissed. "My parents are here!" "Then you better be quiet," I whispered, diving back into her lush folds. I lapped at her eagerly, devouring her musky sweet taste. Just when she was on the brink of cumming, I flipped her over and drove myself deep into her clenching cunt. "Ohmygod, Will, ohmygod," she chanted into her pillow. I could tell she was trying to keep quiet, but that only drove me to try harder to make her scream. I was a woman's man, and I was determined to prove it. Her pussy felt so good around my cock, hot heat that drenched my cock. I could see her juices flowing down her thighs, and her moans were growing steadily louder. Her pussy gripped my dick like a dream, far better than Todd's mouth had. My cock tightened and I drove into her one last time, just as she screamed into the pillow. I pulled out and watched as my cum dribbled down the inside of her thigh. It was such a turn-on, to see her marked with my seed like that. I swiped a finger through the creamy trail and raised it to her mouth. "Suck it," I ordered as she latched onto my finger greedily. Jenna was such a slut for the taste of my cum. I curled up behind her and we fell asleep that way, with Jenna still sucking my cum-coated finger. --- I kept glancing at the clock on my desk, watching the second hand tick by slowly. It was three o'clock, and I'd somehow managed to avoid running into Todd all day. Just two more hours and I would be home free, and wouldn't have to fear running into Todd until after the New Year. That was plenty of time for both of us to forget what happened in the gym locker room. "Hey, Will, package came for you." Lindsay, my red-haired assistant smiled at me from the doorway to my office. "Thanks, Lindsay, I'll take it," I said, rising from my chair. She held out a small, cardboard box. She was actually the assistant that I shared with Paul, one of the other junior executives. A bathroom that we shared connected our offices, and Lindsay had a cubicle outside our doors. She was sweet girl, and Jenna thought when we first hired her that she would be a temptation for me, and I'd proved her wrong. Lindsay was a lesbian, who actually in a long-term relationship with as assistant to one of the senior executives. Going back to my desk, I slit open the tape and opened the box. There was a note lying on top, and printed on it was: You missed a spot. Do it now. There was no signature, but I didn't need one to know whom it was from. Setting the note aside, I looked down at the enema kit that lay inside the box. Panic clenched in my gut. I'd hoped that last night's incident had been a one-time only event. I never wanted to experience that again. I clutched the enema box in my hand, intending to throw it away, when my email pinged. Waiting only prolongs the inevitable, baby boy. Cursing in every way I could think of, I headed into my bathroom and locked both of the doors. It wasn't necessary, since Paul was already on vacation, but I wasn't taking any chances. Following the instructions on the box, I fulfilled Todd's wishes and gave myself an enema. I'd never had one before, and I was surprised at how clean I felt when I was finished. I buried the kit deep in the trash, and brought the bag into my office to stash under my desk. I wasn't going to risk the custodial staff seeing it and asking questions. Sitting on my desk was another box. Put this in and come to my office. You have 10 minutes. My stomach tightened again, but it wasn't repulsion that I felt this time. I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was, but as I ducked back into my bathroom, I knew that my dick was already hard. Todd had included a small bottle of lube along with the butt plug in the latest box. I'd used one on Jenna before I'd fucked her ass for the first time, and I knew I couldn't just pop it in there. Smearing a dollop on my fingers, I massaged my asshole. I pushed one finger inside, twisting it around. I was so glad Paul wasn't in his office, because he surely would have heard the groan that escaped as I slid another finger into my freshly cleaned asshole. I fucked myself with my fingers, loosening up my tight sphincter, prepping myself for the plug. It wasn't overly large, but it would still be a challenge to take in my virgin ass. My teeth bit into my bottom lip as I pushed a third finger into my loosened hole. Twisting my fingers together, I concentrated on stretching the furled muscle ring, enjoying the way that it felt. I hadn't allowed Jenna to play with my asshole before, but after this experience, I would have to let her. Slipping my fingers out of my gaping hole, I immediately began inserting the butt plug. It was slightly tapered, but still thicker than my fingers had been. Remembering what I how I had instructed Jenna when I first took her ass, I exhaled as I pushed in on the plug. It popped into my ass, my grasping hole bringing the entire toy inside. I tugged gently on the base, insuring that it was snug inside my rectum. Pulling up my pants proved to be a challenge, but I managed it and emerged from the bathroom. I half-expected anther box to be waiting for me on my desk, but there was none. I had my instructions, and looking at the clock, I had three minutes to get up to Todd's office. I couldn't walk quickly, the plug prevented that, but each step sent sparks of pleasure up my spine and swirling back down to my aching cock. Todd's office was three floors above mine; a corner office that was easily the size of four of the junior executive offices, which weren't small by any means. He was waiting for me, sitting on his leather sofa, looking powerful and in-control in his suit. My dick leapt in my pants, the plug twitching inside my ass. "Glad you could follow directions. Come," he patted the cushion next to him. "Sit." I gulped, unsure if I was capable of sitting with the plug filling my ass. Todd noted my hesitation and raised an eyebrow. "I said sit." Gingerly, I lowered myself onto the couch. The sensation nearly blindsided me. I felt stuffed full and fought the urge to squirm around until I shot in my boxers. "Like that plug, don't you, baby boy?" Todd crooned, stroking my hair. I nodded. "Just wait until it's my dick, sweet boy. You're going to love it." He scooted closer to me, his mouth nibbling on my ear. "You're going to crave my dick, want it inside you so bad you'll do anything." Panic welled inside me, and I shot out of my seat. I wasn't gay. I wasn't. I didn't want to get fucked in the ass by my boss. I didn't want to be sitting in his office with a plug lodged in my backdoor. "No!" Todd rose to his feet. "Oh, yes, baby boy. I took care of you last night, and now you're going to take care of me." His hand clamped over my mouth, his mouth back at my ear. "Now are you going to be a good boy and do as you're told? Or am I going to have to gag you?" I shook my head vehemently. "I'll be good," I mumbled into his palm. "Good boy." His hand slipped from my mouth and slid down my torso to cup my cock. "Nice and hard for me already, I like that baby boy. I want to see your cock again." My hands fumbled with my belt, but I managed to open it and slide my pants down to my knees. My traitorous cock strained against my belly, pre-cum pearling at the head. "Look at that," Todd murmured. "Such a beautiful cock, and all for me." He slid a thumb across my slit, collecting the white droplets. "Suck it," he ordered, shoving his thumb in my mouth. Even though I had tasted my cum in his mouth the night before, I had never tasted myself directly from the source. I groaned as I latched onto his thumb, savoring the moment when the salty bitterness was gone. I couldn't believe the things I was doing for Todd. I'd never had inclinations towards anther guy before. I never would have imagined that I would be obeying his every command like this, hard a rock and craving more. Todd shoved me away from him, his thumb slipping from my mouth with an audible pop. His fingers slid down my chest, undoing the buttons of my shirt. Once undone he flung the material behind him onto the couch. "Get on your knees, baby boy," he commanded. I lowered willingly, clenching my sphincter around the plug to insure it stayed deep in my ass. The burning sensation had long gone and I only felt the pleasurable fullness and the occasional rub against my prostate. I knelt at Todd's feet, waiting for further instruction. Fingers tore at my belt and he shoved my pants and boxers to my knees. With a hand at my back he pushed me down so my chest was on the floor, my hands stretched above my head. My ass was angled up, practically begging for his attention. I could feel his smile against my neck.