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Dominated

By: Bill Stevenson



"What the hell am I doing here at this hour," Carl said out loud to no one in particular, "man was not made to lift weights at midnight!" For over a year Carl Nevins had been working out three nights a week at the "Barbell Club", trying in vain to build up his underdeveloped body. Diets, protein shakes, aerobics, weight machines, and now free weight training, and not much of a visible improvement in muscle development. He had to admit that he felt stronger, but as far as high muscle definition was concerned, well he seemed to be paddling up stream on that one!

Even at midnight there were plenty of people in the midst of their workouts, most, if not all of them in better shape than Carl. After struggling through a set of bench presses, Carl decided to take a break, and watch the other people stretch and sweat for a while. Popping open a can of diet soda, he surveyed the room, enjoying the sight of ten women in tights doing an aerobic dance workout. It was funny in a way, because almost all the women doing the workout were either in good or very good shape, while the tubs of lard that really needed it were no where to be seen!

Finally, Carl's eyes focused in on a muscular woman doing squats with what appeared to be about two hundred fifty pounds of steel plates. Only in his dreams could Carl have handled that amount of iron, and here was a woman barely breaking a sweat doing at least twenty quick reps! He wandered over to get a closer look, and was surprised when she said hello. He stammered for a second, but finally mumbled, "I was just admiring the way you handled those squats, it seemed pretty easy for you."

She picked up her towel, wiped her face, and replied, "Well, I've been doing it for five years now, and I have a routine that I stick to, by the way my name is Quincy, but everyone calls me Quin."

"I'm Carl," he said, extending his hand in friendship. Her grip was more than firm, and Carl felt his fingers being literally crushed in what seemed like a vice! "I've noticed you working out alone," she continued, "and I thought that maybe it would be more enjoyable if we did it together!"

"Well," he stammered, "you are way ahead of me, and I would just slow you down....."

"Nonsense," she retorted, "there are plenty of machines to go around, and when we use free weights we can spot for each other, so what do ya say!?!"

Carl thought about it for a second, and nodding said, "Sure, why not, and maybe you can give me some pointers on how to build up this decrepit body!!!"

She laughed an infectious laugh, and gave his arm a playful squeeze and rejoined, "Okay then, let's get started!!!"

For the next hour, Carl worked out harder than he ever had over the past year. After only a few minutes watching Quin go through her workout routine, Carl could see that he hadn't been putting in near the amount of effort needed to build his muscle mass. When they finally called it quits, it seemed that every muscle and bone in his body was screaming in pain, a condition that he certainly was not used to!

While walking back to the showers, Carl hesitated and asked, "If I could be so bold, exactly how much do you weigh, your are by far the most well developed woman I have ever seen?!?"

They stopped in front of the locker room doors, and Quin replied, Well, Carl, as you can probably tell, I am very proud of my body, and I've spent a lot of time working on it, and as far as my weight goes, I'm at about one hundred ninety pounds, with not an ounce of fat!" With that, she was through the door and into the locker room and out of sight. Carl took his time under the needle like jets of hot water, letting the warmth relax his tired aching muscles, his thoughts, however, were still on Quin and her magnificent body! A lot of guys would be turned off by a woman with such a large muscle development, but for some reason Carl was really turned on by her over sized dimensions! As the water cascaded over his body, his penis was becoming erect just thinking about Quin's body. He quickly grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist and headed back to his locker, where he dressed quickly, and then headed off to his car. He unlocked the door and tossed his gym bag into the back seat.

He was just about to climb in when someone behind him said, "How about a cup of coffee?" Carl spun around, and was almost stunned to see Quin standing there waiting for an answer!

What Carl hadn't expected, was that Quin wanted to have that cup of coffee back at her place! She lived alone in a two bedroom apartment not far from the gym. Carl settled into one of the three chairs that were around the kitchen table and waited while Quin poured each one a cup.

"Cream or sugar," she asked, pointing to the sugar bowl and creamer in the middle of the table?

"No thanks, I take mine black," he replied, while letting his eyes rove over her hard body. He was staring, but he couldn't help himself, this woman turned him on like no one he had ever met! They sipped their coffee, not saying anything for a minute or two, until Quin broke the ice with, "You like the way I look, don't you Carl?"

Carl made and audible gulp and stammered, "Did I make it that obvious?!?" Quin then stood up, took him by the hand, and led him to the living room.

She then pushed him gently into the over stuffed easy chair and announced, "I'm going to work out for you personally Carl, so you just sit back and relax!" Carl sat there in almost a trance like state while Quin slowly started removing her clothing. Off came her bulky sweater, under which she was nude to the waist! Her breasts, while quite large, were pulled almost flat by the huge development of her pectoral muscles. Here nipples on the other hand were large, slightly puffy and erect. She did a few poses, flexing her massive arms, then turning around to give him a breath taking view of her perfectly formed deltoids.

Carl by now had a hardon you could have driven nails with, and the bulge in the front of his pants was easily seen through his dungarees. Quin licked her lips with obvious lust at the sight of the outline of Carl's hard member, her own hands gliding up and pinching her already hard nipples. Next came Quin's jeans. Now only a pink thong bikini panty was between Carl and what was sure to be a dripping wet pussy. Quin stood with her legs spread wide apart, and the thrust her pelvis forward, causing the thin nylon material to stretch hard and tight over her bulging vulva. A damp quarter size spot was visible right where her slit would be, and Carl moaned out loud while staring at the plump vagina straining to escape its nylon prison!

Finally Quin tuned around and gave Carl a full look at her hard round ass, covered only in the crack by the thin line of pink cloth, while she tightened and untightened her buttocks, the muscles in her butt flexing up and down. With her back still turned, she grabbed her panties by the waist, and with one hard jerk, tore them from her pussy! Turning around slowly, Carl got his first look at Quin's clean shaven lips, above which was a small patch of dark brown pubic hair! Carl gulped when he saw it, never before having seen such finely developed female sex organs! Her lips were truly a thing of beauty, extremely puffy and full, shaved clean to show off all their natural beauty! What was really amazing, however, was that the tip of Quin's clit was visible outside her crack!

Quin stepped closer so that Carl could get a better look, and he gingerly reached out and separated her lips, completely exposing her clit to the night air! "My god," he groaned, "that is the biggest clit I've ever seen!!!"

"Do you like it," she asked hopefully?!?

"Why wouldn't I," Carl stammered, "you have the most beautiful vagina I've ever seen!!!" For some unknown reason Quin broke down and began sobbing almost uncontrollably! Taken aback, Carl was sure that he had done or said something to offend her, and he jumped up and put his arm around her and pleaded, "I'm sorry if you're not happy with me, if it's anything I said or did, I'm very sorry!!!"

"Oh no, Carl," she gushed, "you didn't do anything wrong at all! Almost every man I meet thinks I'm just a freak, and wants nothing to do with me! You're the first man I've ever been with who likes me for who and what I am!!!"

Carl was dumb struck, how could anyone not just fall in love with this incredible creature!?! He turned her to face him, and then taking her in his arms gave her a full deep kiss that told her all she ever needed to know about him! It had been so long since a man made her feel like a woman and not some circus side show! In a swift motion, she scooped Carl up and carried him to the bed room. As they crossed the threshold, they both laughed at the incongruous nature of what was happening! Quin lay back on the bed with her legs spread wide apart and her hands on her chest softly twisting her nipples. Carl, never taking his eyes off of her, removed all his clothing down to his shorts, the huge lump straining to free itself. Quin stared at his crotch, and reached out to caress his pecker through the thin cotton, and mouthing the words, "Show me," and Carl was only too happy to do so!

As soon as Carl's erection popped out of his shorts, a hungry mouth snatched it out of the air and sucked it in deeply. Loud slurping sounds filled the room as the cock hungry bitch ate Carl's cock like it was the last one on earth. Carl tried to warn her that he was about to shoot his load, but all that did was make Quin suck on her pecker lollipop even harder! When Carl realized she wanted to suck his sperm, he stopped trying to hold back, and let his dick head make its own decision, and that was of course to empty itself in the hot mouth of the well muscled cocksucker!

As loud as Carl moaned when his cum ejaculated, Quin groaned that much louder, the result of her own self induced orgasm! Carl looked down at her crotch to see if she had used her finger on her pussy, but no, she had cum by rousing her clit, simply by squeezing her thighs together! Her face flushed with sexual excitement, Quin pulled Carl down next to her, and rolled over on top of him. He now felt what a woman must feel like when a man forty or fifty pounds heavier than herself mounts her, which was intimidating to say the least!

Carl ran his hands all over Quin's upper torso, feeling the hard rippling muscles under her smooth taut skin. Escape, even if he wanted to would have been totally futile! Of course he didn't wish to escape, in fact just the opposite was true. He wanted this amazonian goddess to take and dominate him the way a man would take a delicate female! The feeling of strength and power she had over him made his penis stiffen like a piece of oak hard wood! Everything about her was hard and strong, that is except for her vagina, which was soft and puffy, and just as feminine as any he had ever touched!

She kissed him fervently all over his face, giving him a deep French kiss when his fingers found her erect clit and rolled it back and forth between them. Trying to kiss and talk at the same time, she begged Carl to put his cock into her pussy, but he continued to rub her clit until she finally reached down and grabbed his pecker and guided it into her hot vagina herself! The hardness of her body and the soft squishiness of her pussy were contrasts like night and day! When Quin sat up on his pecker, all the muscles in her body seemed to bulge out, as if she were flexing them. Carl ran his hands over her chest, taking a moment to tweak her hard nipples, while she rolled her head from side to side, lost in a sexual abandonment that must have been months in the making!

His prick felt like a long hard spike sticking up inside of her, and it was apparent that even though she worked out like a man, she fucked just like a woman!!! And came like one too, her orgasms now coming in multiples, something that Carl could only dream about doing!!! Carl's penis had now was in control of this fuck, and it viciously pounded in and out of Quin's pussy like a jack hammer on the loose! The soft tender lining masturbated the big head until it couldn't hold back in longer, the result of which was a brutally hard eruption of hot cum being spewed all over the inside of Quin's very satisfied vagina!

After spending a few minutes regaining their strength, they hopped into the shower for a leisurely soap and rinse. Carl couldn't keep his hands off Quin's body, and it was very apparent that she loved getting all this attention from a man! Looking at his face, Quin's eyes again welled up with tears, afraid that her new found love might use her as a one night stand. Carl, seeing this, took her in his arms and kissed her deeply, his tongue probing all over the inside of her mouth. When he pulled away, he kissed gently on both eyes lids, as if to kiss her tears away. His hand slid down her body until it rested on her mound, his finger probing for her clitoris. When he found the hard little nub he said, "As long as this is hard for me, this will be hard for you," his penis now again at full erection!

She threw her arms around his neck and whispered into his ear, "Always hard, always for you!!!"

Dominated



He glanced down at the watch on his wrist. 8:52pm. He'd made the phone call earlier on, she was late. It worried him when she was late, although he never knew why; she was never consistent with these sorts of things. It was raining heavily, enough to rattle against the glass in the windows.

The door bell rang. "At last!" he thought to himself as he headed for the front door. She pushed her way. Her hair was bright red and shone in the light. She was wearing a long black overcoat that went down to her ankles.

"Sorry I'm late," she whispered almost inaudibly. This is what he had been waiting for. She unbuttoned her overcoat and let it drop to the floor. What she was wearing was of no surprise to him, it was exactly as he'd requested it. On her feet she wore long, knee-length leather boots – with a 5 inch heel – underneath her boots she wore thin black stockings and a suspender belt. Above her suspender belt she wore a black leather thong and a small, black corset that finished just underneath her breasts, exposing her dark nipples to the sky. From her suspender belt hung a black riding crop and she carried a large handbag full of "props";

"Pick that up bitch," she hissed at him with a fire in her eyes. She was here to enjoy herself and didn't care. He looked her up and down and stooped over to pick up her coat, already he was showing a large bulge underneath his jeans.

"Yes, Mistress. Whatever you say."

"You're a keen slave, aren't you boy? I have only just arrived and you're excited. Well, we'll have to see what we can do about that." SMACK. The noise echoed as she hit him across the face with the back of her hand, causing an instant reddening of the skin.

"I am yours to command, Mistress. Tell me what is your bidding?"

"Well, slave, there is a lot I want to do tonight. It depends on whether you're a good slave on what privileges I will allow you. If you are obedient, I will let you do what you want. If you are disobedient, then you will get worse than a slap across your face. Do you understand, slave?" He nodded his head submissively, a smile slowly spreading across his face.

"Take off your clothes. My slaves do not dress." He pulled off his shirt and undid his jeans. Stepping out of them slowly – so his Mistress could see – he folded up his clothes and put them away tidy. He removed his socks, leaving just a pair of boxer shorts to cover his dignity.

"All of it slave! I won't tell you again!" He quickly pulled off his boxers, causing his erection to spring upwards and bounce off his belly. She smiled and firmly grasped his cock with her hand, the leather glove smooth and soft,

"Much better, slave. Thank you." She squeezed his hard-on and gently kissed the tip, taking care to slowly lick the pre-cum that glistened at his hole. She moved into the living room, still holding her slave's cock, forcing him to follow like a lost puppy. She sat down on the couch and looked at her possession,

"I want you to lick my cunt slave. Do it well and you'll be rewarded." He knelt down between her shapely legs and gently moved her thong to one side. He buried his lips between hers and began to lick with the tip of his tongue. He could feel the excitement building up inside him, there was so much he could do – then he realised he would be punished if he tried anything without his mistress's permission. He thrust his tongue between her labia, passing back and forth from the top of her opening to the bottom of it. He could taste her, so he wasn't the only one who was excited!

With the tip of his tongue, he found her clitoris and slowly made circles with it. The circles got bigger as he decided he wanted to taste her pussy juice as well. He slowly reached up to her waist and removed the thong, making sure he re-attached her suspenders afterwards. This was a bold move, he wasn't sure if he'd get away with it. He did, his mistress did not seem to mind. Peeling away the thong exposed a clean, bald cunt that reacted to the slight drop in temperature. He could smell her, breathing in her intoxicating scent he plunged his tongue back between her legs. She looked down at him, emotionless, although obviously revelling in her power;

"Harder. Faster. Use your entire tongue, slave, or you will not be rewarded!" She had unfastened the crop from her belt and at this point thrashed his back with it, leaving a long red line between his shoulder blades. He groaned in ecstasy and drove his tongue and his lips forward. He wanted to move higher and suck her voluptuous bosom. He began to play with his erection as he was between her legs and at first she didn't spot him. She only noticed because the tonguing she was getting had slowed. . . 

SMACK. The riding crop went full force across his face.

"How fucking, dare you touch yourself? Have I given you permission to touch yourself, boy?" "No Mistress, you did n. . ." SMACK. The riding crop came back the other way."I will tell you what you can and can't do, slave. Lie on your back with your arms by your side now." He lay down, his hard-on sticking up towards north.

"Your punishment for being insolent is this;" she stood over his chest, her cunt directly over him,"Luckily for me I've needed a piss since I got here!" As she scowled this at him, she began to empty her bladder over his chest and stomach. The liquid felt warm against his bare skin. She moved so that she was covering his face and pissed in his mouth,

"That'll teach you slave. Now drink my piss and continue licking my cunt. She moved so that she was covering his face and pissed in his mouth.

Because she was still stood over him, he had to almost sit up to start on her again, but he did so willingly. As he continued, she squatted – making it slightly easier for him – and grasped his throbbing penis in her hand. She began to violently rub and squeeze the hard-on, causing more pre-cum to drip from the head and underneath his foreskin.

"Now, slave, it is time for me to play with you. Get on your hands and knees." Subordinately, he changed position so he was kneeling on his hands and knees facing away from his mistress. She moved over to her handbag and pulled from it a large dildo. She started to rub her clitoris as she moved back to her pet. 

"Because of your insubordination before, you will be punished again." She kicked his legs so they parted slightly, revealing to her his small anus. Firstly, she inserted a finger into his anus and began to massage it. It began to loosen up. When she considered him loose enough, and the gasps of excited breath from him also helped, she pulled out her finger and firmly pushed the dildo into him. He screamed with pain, but his pain subsided to pleasure as his anus was forced open and massaged with the dildo. She continued rubbing her clitoris with one hand as she moved the toy with the other, feeling the excitement from her and her slave filling the room. She forgot her control momentarily and let out a gasp as she got herself off to the sight of this man belittled in front of her. She was enjoying herself immensely and knew that her slave was too.

After what seemed like an eternity, she slowly pulled the dildo out to the tip, and rammed it back in again full hilt. She did this a couple of times to ensure he had got the message, she was in control, she will tell him what he can do. She removed the dildo completely and watched as her subject whimpered in an intense mixture of pleasure and pain.

"On your feet bitch! You have redeemed yourself!" He stood and turned, still sore from the anal attack, but his erection was harder than ever. She knelt down onto her knees and took his giant cock into her mouth, bobbing up and down on it forcefully yet smoothly, taking her tongue around the shaft and back up to the head where it tickled and probed across his hole. Between breaths she stopped and looked at him,

"Cum in my mouth. Your Mistress wants to taste you." She carried on sucking him, the excitement of the night so far was enough when combined with her blow job. He could feel the cum swelling from below his testes and suddenly shot it down her throat like a cannon being fired. She swallowed it all and licked her lips.

"Very good, slave. Now you need to get ready. You have made my evening enjoyable so now it your turn to take control."

He listened to her words and watched his penis deflate now it had been spent and then looked her straight in the eyes,

"Suck my cock again then bitch. It is your fault it's not hard anymore, so make it hard!" He grabbed her hair and pushed her onto the cock. He forced her to take all of it in her mouth until she gagged. Then, he pulled her hair sharp and moved her up and down his shaft once more. This worked and he quickly became hard again.

He pulled out of her mouth and stood behind her, at the same time forcing her to her knees, pulling her legs apart as she had done to him twenty minutes earlier, he shoved the dildo into her pussy and his cock deep into her ass. He was amazed at the tightness around his hard-on, and that only made him want to pummel it even harder.

Using one hand on the small of her back to steady him he used the other to push the sex toy in and out. His "mistress" began to scream with orgasm. He could see her juices leaking out around the dildo, he let go of it and concentrated on her ass. Her orgasm was so strong at this point her cunt muscles forced the dildo out of her. It dropped to the floor with a thud.

Taking the riding crop off her, he whipped her ass as he was fucking it, causing the same red marks she had given to him earlier. Again she screamed with delight. He pulled out of her ass and flipped her over, so now her bald cunt was facing him. It was red as it was filled rapidly with blood for stimulation. Opening her bag, he found some rope and lashed her hands and feet to two separate chairs – she had no chance of escape – and pushed his cock straight between her legs into her pussy.

"I'm going to cum inside you, whore, and fuck your brains out!" He rocked his waist back and forth as hard and as fast as he could manage. Because he'd already cum once, he knew it would be a while before he came again. He could feel her body ripple with excitement. Each orgasm started between her legs and evaporated around her body, causing her to lose control with every gasp of joy. He continued to fuck her with force, he slapped her face, he grabbed her nipples, and he put them in his mouth and sucked them, making them even more erect. He pulled on her hair, he bit her breast. He could feel the walls of her cunt tightening around him and he knew it wouldn't be much longer now. As he became ready to cum again, both bodies began to spasm with orgasm. He rammed his penis as far into her as he possibly could and let go.

He pumped what seemed like gallons of his cum into her and pulled away. Keeping her tied up he began again to lick between her legs. He could taste a mixture of him and her, the salty, acidy taste hitting the roof of his mouth straight away. She was still coming, so he grasped her clitoris with his teeth and rolled it around his tongue, causing her to scream with pleasure once more. He untied her and threw her thong and overcoat at her;

"Get dressed." She obliged, flushed red in the cheeks with excitement and orgasm. When she was dressed, he simply said,

"Thank you. We must do this again sometime."



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Hot water bathes her. Rising steam caresses her plump body. She tries to wash her nerves away with a soothing shower expecting what's to come. Anticipations rise. She just can't wait. She drops the soap, but ignores it. There's enough lather on her to finish the job. She's anxious. After chatting with a new 'friend' she met online, she would soon meet him in person for the first time. Thinking back to their conversations written in bold black & white, her womanhood waters. She can't believe she's just about to meet a man that moves her so. She fights the urge to touch herself and start early. What could she expect? From what she could remember in mere e-mails... a lot.

There's a knock at the door. She shutters. The shower quickly goes off. The drip of water echoes in her ear before her thumping heartbeat is noticed. There's a thud again, not from her pounding heart, but from the door.

"Just a second..." she manages out.

Jumping from the shower; wrapped those all too small towels hotels can't help but offer every guest of any size; she rushes to the door. She checked into a hotel just as requested, to add to the ambiance. Her excitement almost consumes her. The door opens and there he stands before her. Tall... Dark... Handsome... Everything she imagined he's be in person. Funny how a still photo of someone; especially from online; can never capture one in full three dimensions and in motion right before you. She looses herself in his deep dark eyes. His voice wakes her from her perverted daydream.

"Did I catch you at a bad time?" he hums.

She just realized that she was just standing there dripping wet, catching cold, staring into the eyes of a 'stranger' that would change her life forever.

"No, no, honey, you didn't. Cum, uh, come right in..." she responded sheepishly.

He walks into the hotel's modest accommodations as she stands aside. That's when she catches a glimpse of what he has in tow; a large luggage tote being dragged into the room on its wheels by its long handle.

"So what's in the bag?" she asks failing to find anything else to say.

"All in due time"

She decided to take advantage of this time and allow him to 'set up' whatever he had in store for her while she made herself more... prepared. Instructing him to make himself at home, she made her way back into the bathroom and nervously shut the door. She tries to make small talk with her friend to buy time as she learns more about him. All of a sudden-

"Come on out, there's no need to be dressed anyway. You're much better as you are... Besides, I'm ready"

Her body quivers, still wet with hair clinging to her face, but unable to resist her urges anymore, she rushes out of the bathroom. There it lay before her. Large and black resting on the king sized bed. Resembling a horse's saddle.

"It's called a sybian..." he explains.

Nervously wondering, what is he gonna do to me, she responds.

"What does that do?"

Grin wide, he responds pointing at the contraption.

"That powers what's placed on it"

"Is a dildo gonna be put on it?"

"Something like that..." he returns mischievously.

Out from beside the bed, he pulls out what appears to be a massive, fleshy tuning fork and displays it proudly.

"What is that?" she fires back barely clinging on to her towel.

"That is what you're gonna be riding... from both ends."

It was a double dong, a large one. She watches him set up the contraption with eyes wide open. Plugging the machine into the wall, the device hums to life and rattles the walls like an oncoming freight train. Left without breath in her heaving chest, he takes her hand in his and softly kisses her on the cheek.

"Let us get started shall we..." he grins.

"...this is gonna be a long night" he later adds.

Tearing the towel off her, the sudden cool breeze makes her nipples stand at attention. Her wet white skin reacts with red being somewhat embarrassed by the gesture. He smiles taking in all of her beauty. She could only imagine him salivating. With the mechanism off, he leads her atop the sybian and instructs her to straddle it.

"How does it work?" she asks again.

"Just lower yourself onto each of the toys and..." there's a slight pause "...I'll do the rest"

Taking her hand again, he hands her something cold.

"But first, you'll need to put this on..."

In her hand was a pair of nipple clamps chained together. Excitement runs in her eyes.

"Allow me?" he adds.

She winces as each cold clamp are introduced to her warm erect nipples. Releasing the chain, the weight pulls her nipples with gravity. Cold metal resting along her belly. She lets out a sigh of pleasurable pain. She's motioned to the machine.

There was no need for lube. Sheepishly, she slides the massive 9 inch dong into her sopping womanhood; large lips lathering its shaft; while struggling to ease the 8 inch counterpart in her rear. Breathing deeply, heaving, she does what her master instructs her. With the sybian off, she enjoys herself by riding both dongs solo. Her large body bouncing on that which pleases her so. Minutes go by with her friend enjoying the show. She feels she could make herself climax this way alone, waiting for her next instruction which doesn't come. She continues to pleasure herself. Suddenly, the sleeping giant comes alive. Vibrating wildly, it tries to tear into her. She let's out a scream and saturates the device beneath her. She never knew it would feel like that. She rides the device even harder now knowing of the pleasures it could give her. Nipple clamps tugging at her sending shivers throughout her being.

"Oh, I almost forgot" he adds.

Reaching down once again, he pulls out a large magic wand vibe as well as straps.

"w w what's that f f f for?" she struggles out.

Without a word, he takes her hands; which she had placed in front of her for balance; and ties them together behind her. Her full weight now on the two prongs drilling her. He attaches her tied wrists to a harness on the sybian, then wraps two more straps around her thighs, seat belting her to the machine. With her mouth hanging open in the form of a permanent 'o', he stands before her with wand in hand. Suddenly, with a push of a button, the intensity of the sybian roars up another notch. Her screaming turn into squeals as she cums on herself again. Leaning in, he rests the magic wand directly on her clit. The total ecstasy sent her into orbit. He was sprayed with her juices at close range. He laps up every drop from his fingers and wrist.

Then, there's another knock at the door. To her surprise, he walks over and opens the door to reveal a familiar face; her favorite Dom. He gives his greetings and walks in.

"I see you started without me" he greets her with.

"I just had to invite him over for this session" was her online friend's response to her puzzled look.

"After you..." the Dom says.

Struggling to looking around with her eyes half rolled into her head, she realizes that the Dom also brought a bag. Both her friend and the Dom pulled objects out of the smaller duffel bag. Two large wooden paddles. Her mouth hangs open. She's in total disbelief even though she knows full well what's coming next. Both men take their place at either side on the bed with paddles in hand. Waiting impatiently, she breathes deep, with the sybian boring deep. They take swing, paddling each of her butt cheeks sending shock waves up and down her body. Unable to told it in, she screams again, then creams again. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack, SMACK! Each strike reaching her g spot. She quivers, unable to get away from their merciless paddling or the merciless vibrating sybian. She shouts in ecstasy. Juicy gurgling coming from beneath her, she squirts out a few more pints. The bed is now sopping. They shout commands at her, but there's a ringing in her ears. How long has it been? Her rear swollen, red and raw. Her wet skin wet once again with sweat instead of bath water. More of the same goes on for some time. She feels herself slipping in and out of consciousness.

Then came something that was unexpected. Something that shook the waves of heavenly pleasure from her head. Something that snapped her out of her orgasmic trance. There was another knock at the door...



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The clock said 8:oo P.M., Sunday evening. It was time to go. I checked the contents of my bag and made sure that I had everything that he had requested. In the soft leather bag, was a ball gag for my mouth, three butt plugs, small, medium and large, a dildo that resembled a large, fleshy penis, leather handcuffs, a French Maid's outfit, school girl skirt, thigh stockings and white dress shirt, and a leather strap domination outfit with neck collar and built in cock ring. I had lube and condoms and small white hand towels, folded neatly and everything place exactly as it was indicated. I got into the cab waiting outside and ushered the one word, I was supposed to give the driver. 

"Slaveboy."

The driver, was a large black man, bald, with two gold earrings and a massive neck that tapered down into two powerful deltoid muscles that were popping out of a wife beater. His smell was potent and musky.

"Boy, you best be ready for tonight, cuz the master doesn't like screw-up's."

I just nodded passively as I had been told and waited for the car to pull off into the night. I was shaking with desire and fear, because I knew that after tonight, my freedom was gone. I was submitting fully to a dominate master who had been interviewing me online for the last three months and finally I was going to meet him and submit to a trial weekend of sex and domination. If he chose me, I would move into his home and give up my freedom and join his passel of slaves. I was so turned up by all of it. It was my dream. His add caught my attention right away. I had been searching for dominate older men, for months and couldn't find anyone who kept themselves in shape, was clean and muscular and most importantly, knew how to dominate me till I was a quivering mess, lying on the floor in ecstasy.

Older, muscular bear, looking for small framed in shape men to dominate. Must be fit, strong, have good endurance and be willing to submit completely. Three words, older, muscular and a bear, was all I needed. I sent a message and we started talking. He was very commanding and completely in control. I loved it and needed it more and more. 

The cab drove on in silence, down a long series of country roads, twisting and turning. I had been blindfolded after we left the main road and had no idea where we were and I liked it.

Finally the car slowed down and tires crunched on what appeared to be a gravel road or driveway.

"Get ready whore, the master's gonna like you."

I didn't react. This man was nothing to me, even though his strong smell and powerful body had my cock raging hard. I was wearing what I was instructed to wear. Lulu lemon tight's, extra tight and pulled up into my ass and dividing my balls into two nicely defined orbs, with my cock straining through the delicate material. I had on a white t-shirt, small and tight. I felt delicious.

I stepped out of the cab and smelt the clean fresh air. It was a welcome respite from the thick musk of his driver.

"Follow me"

We started walking towards the house, when he turned and looked at me. I stopped looking up with an inquisitive stare. 

"You look excited to be here," he said staring at my groin with a big leering grin.

I looked him up and down and saw that his massive cock was straining against his pants. It looked incredible, powerful, serpentine.

I couldn't turn away, until his laughter broke my trance.

"Are you just gonna stare or come over here and give it a nice lick?"

I walked towards him and he grabbed me by the hand, leading me towards a thick of bushes near the side of the house. I was nervous, and scared. Not of this man and his giant cock, but of enraging the master before I had even met him. I also wanted to taste that black mamba.

He stopped behind the bushes and barked at me,

"Get on your knees slut."

I did as I was told, bending down and looking up with greed and hunger in my eyes. 

Smack!

He struck me hard across the face and I fell to the ground, unconscious.

I woke up, head throbbing lying on a carpet in a large room in front of a fireplace. I was disorientated and embarrassed. What had happened. I can't believe that prick hit me like that. As my senses returned, I sat up groggy, trying to focus on my surroundings and loose this buzzing in my head. 

"When you came to me, did you think that you were retaining any of your former freedoms?"

I turned and looked at the master sitting in a large leather chair behind me.

He was magnificent. His voice was deep resonant, commanding. I tried to move, but my head was still spinning. As I tried to shake off the fog of the hit to my head, I noticed that I was not only lying on the floor,but I had been restrained. My hands were cuffed in front of me and my legs tied together with thin, black nylon rope around my ankles. I was also wearing my french maid's outfit, tight little skirt barely covering my ass, and cute little outfit with the neckline open, white frills up the collar and around the bottom of my shirt. I had on fish-net thigh highs and the latex thong that he had requested I wear with it. It was tight and my balls and cock were straining against the restrictive material.

"No master"

"You lie to me again and I'll dump you in the ditch down the road, exactly as you are. Answer the question. Did you think that you retained your former freedoms when you came here?"

His voice was calm, measured but, delivered in a don't fuck with me tone, that unmistakeable.

"I made a mistake and gave into my lust for your driver."

"Was it my driver or his cock that you wanted?"

"His cock sir."

I lowered my head in shame, lying against the soft, rug in front of the fireplace.

"Well my little slave whore slut, you made a serious mistake. You do not do anything without my permission, do you understand."

I nodded.

"Let me be clear, if I tell you to sit, you sit, stand, you stand, jump, you jump. If I ask you to bend over that couch and part your little ass for me to fuck than you do it without question. You don't do anything without my permission while you are out of your quarters and that includes eat, shit, or sleep. Am I clear?"

I nodded.

"Seeing as you wanted that cock so badly, I think I'll watch you take it, in every single hole you've got."



Dominated By 2 Exotic Bitches



I stood outside Salima's apartment feeling more rage flood my bloodstream than I ever thought possible, and I mean that. It's not a joke, a euphemism, or an exaggeration but the literal truth. In that moment I was angrier than I'd ever been in my entire life and this bitch needed to know why. She'd humiliated me in that restaurant. In fact the word humiliation just doesn't do justice to what that bitch did because the English language currently has no word to describe the level of public embarrassment and shame she caused me. She knew exactly what the fuck she was doing when she took me into that toilet and she clear as day was the sole reason for Greg Samuels walking in on me after I came all over myself. 

I got up and ran out of the restaurant when I he saw me and drove home immediately. Once I got back I phoned work citing personal problems as my reason for having left the Manchester conference early and spent the next 4 days sitting in my apartment shitting my pants. By the weekend I still hadn't heard a peep from anyone at work about what happened. Hopefully that meant Greg hadn't told anyone what he saw and hopefully it meant he'd keep his mouth shut. I hadn't yet been disciplined so maybe that meant I was in the clear? he was a strict Christian so maybe he was so embarrassed by the whole incident that he just decided to keep it all to himself? Either way I was completely in the dark and irrespective of whether or not I was going to keep my job I was livid.

I beat my fist hard against the door of Salima's apartment more times than I could count, feeling raw skin and flesh pound painfully against hard oak and completely ignoring the sensation. I then waited in silence for exactly 3.5 seconds, heard zero response and pounded again until my right hand felt more like a spasming ball of pulsating electrical pain than a human limb.

'Salima! Saliiiimaaaa! Hurry the fuck up and get down here now!'

I heard her faint voice coming from deep in the apartment.

'Hold on, hold on I'm coming.'

'Get the fuck down here now, Salima!'

'I'm coming I'm coming.'

I carried on slamming the door regardless, was in mid strike when she opened it and almost took her face off with my fist. There she stood with her beautiful caramel skin, long luscious black hair, slim body and pert breasts encased in a tight fitting white blouse and legs that were toned yet incredibly sensual and feminine encased in a pencil skirt and semi opaque black stockings. It was always the same with this bitch. Always the smart and slightly formal sexy business look. Always doing her best to fuck with people's heads. Always trying to spur your mind to conjure up images of what you knew what she had to flaunt without her actually showing you a damn thing. Always being the sort of bitch who uses what she had to get what she wanted. But did she really think that was going to work with me anymore? The expensive perfume, the slightly unbuttoned shirt, the way she stood there 'absent-mindedly' dipping in and out of her designer heels at the doorstep; did she really think I was going to fall for that now?!

Before she could even finish saying hello I pushed right past her, marched right into her living room and took a seat without waiting for one to be offered.

'Sit.' I said, looking at her with pure, cold hateful venom in my eyes and the very same oozing from my voice.

She walked to the other side of the room, sat down on a couch opposite me, crossed her sexy legs and started dangling her right heel off the very tip toe of her nylon stockinged foot. She let it swing and sway from side to side in a rhythmical and almost hypnotic manner and never once dropped it. Quite amazing when you consider that she was basically balancing it on a single toenail.

'Give shit that a rest.'

'Give what a rest?'

'You know what the fuck I'm talking about. Quit the dangling bullshit.'

'I'm not doing it for your benefit, my feet are sweaty and I want to air them out.'

'I DON'T GIVE A FUCK HOW UNCOMFORTABLE YOUR FEET ARE, KEEP YOUR FUCKING SHOES ON AND LISTEN TO WHAT THE FUCK I'VE GOT TO SAY!' I shouted. 

The bitch wouldn't stop playing games no matter what the situation was. She knew exactly what she was doing when she dangled her shoe like that in front of me. She knew what that would do to me. It wasn't subconscious and it certainly wasn't for her own benefit. If she really wanted to air her feet out she would have taken her shoes off well before I arrived but instead she kept them on and deliberately gave me that 'accidental display'.

But what hurt me most was the fact that I couldn't help but enjoy watching her dangle her shoe. That her deliberately accidental display had affected me. That the sight of her sexy little foot toying with her cute little heel as she sat there looking so beautiful, elegant and Goddamn sexy with one leg casually draped over the other made my dick start to swell. I hated that. I hated the feeling of being attracted to her. I hated the fact that no matter what my mind wanted to think about her, there was a deeper part of me that was completely intoxicated by her attitude and demeanour. I hated all of that but I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of knowing that she could move me like that. Not anymore.

She kept her leg crossed but put her shoe back on properly. My dick may not have liked that but my ego definitely did. Score one for me.

'This needs to stop.' I said.

'What needs to stop?'

'This.'

'What's this?'

'THIS! THIS! ALL OF THIS! THE SHIT YOU DID IN THE CAR, THE HOTEL ROOM, WHAT YOU DID AT THE DINNER TABLE! IT ALL STOPS NOW! DO YOU HEAR ME?!'

'I didn't do anything to you. You're a fully grown and well built man who can overpower me at any moment if he really wants to. If that hasn't happened yet then I can only imagine you've been enjoying our adventures together.' 

'No. No I'm not. Not anymore. What happened at dinner crossed a line and I'm not standing for it. Greg Samuels walked into the toilet after you left and he fucking saw everything. I could lose my fucking job, Salima.'

She cracked a wry smile from the corner of her soft and luscious lips as she slowly uncrossed, stretched and recrossed her legs with the sensual aggression of predatory cat. The light shimmering sound of her stockinged thighs rubbing together caressed my ear drums causing my dick to stir and my fists to clench with rage.

'THIS ISN'T FUNNY!'

'I never said it was.'

'Here's what's gonna happen starting right here and right now. First, you're gonna apologise for what you did and you will do so in convincing fashion. Then, I'm gonna get up and carry myself out of this shit hole you call an apartment and after that our association as anything other than distant colleagues at work will be permanently over. I don't want to see you, touch you, hear your voice or have any reminder that you exist as a human being other than what's absolutely necessary, do you understand me!?' 

Surprisingly, with those words, her confident demeanour fell to pieces before me. Her eyes dropped, her head hung low, her jaw went slack, her shoulders hunched over and she uncrossed her legs then held her knees together like a nervous Japanese schoolgirl. What I said to her clearly made an impact and I didn't even bother trying to hide my own smirk at the sudden change in the balance of power.

'I didn't mean to upset you, you know. I was just having fun and getting into the whole role play thing. I didn't really mean the things I said and I didn't mean to ruin things for you at work.' she said with her head held low.

'Well you did. You went way too far and now I don't want anything to do with you. Give me my fucking apology right now and get the fuck out of my life.'

'Look I'm sorry OK?'

She did it. She finally apologised and Goddamn did it feel good. But I needed to hear more.

'What? What's that? I didn't hear you?'

'Im sorry.'

And even more than that.

'Come again?'

'I said I'm sorry! OK?! I'm sorry! I fucked up. I went too far and I'm genuinely sorry. You've said that you never want to see me again and I understand and respect your decision but I just want you to know that I think you're an amazing guy. I honestly do and if I've given you the impression that I think otherwise then I can't possibly apologise enough. I've just never met anyone like you. You're amazing in so many ways and you have the same fetishes as me. I, I guess I got carried away, and, and I'm genuinely sorry. Honestly, I really am sorry and for what it's worth I'm sure your job's safe. Greg didn't say anything when he got back to the table and I've not heard anything around the company since either. He's a devout Christian so I honestly think he just saw what he saw and kept it to himself.'

I was still considering her words when she continued by saying the one thing that I honestly never expected to hear but made my heart sing nonetheless.

'Can you please forgive me? Please, I just need you to forgive me.'

And when she said that, when she begged me to forgive her, her entire aura fell apart. Her alpha female, sensual femdom bitch goddess image shattered into a million pieces to reveal the scared little girl that had always laid underneath. Seeing her sat there looking so humbled, so withdrawn, so completely and utterly defeated sent a dozen thrills down my spine.

I'd won. She knew it and I knew it. She may have bested me in several of sexual battles against me but by revealing how desperate she was to keep me in her life it was clear that I had won the ultimate war.

No matter how in control she seemed when she was dominating me or how hard I came, those sessions clearly meant more to her than they did to me. She was using them to cover up holes in her self esteem and when I threatened to take it all away from her the real Salima came to the surface. I was still revelling in my newfound position of power when I heard keys unlocking the front door and saw Maryse walk right into the living room. 

Maryse was Salma's friend and housemate who I'd met briefly at the previous year's office Christmas party. This stunningly beautiful Latina had curly blonde hair that was dark but golden, deeply tanned Brazilian skin and a massive ass that was just built for swallowing dicks and faces whole. Maryse was a fitness model who spent 6 days a week in the gym and every inch of her body was a living testament to the benefits of hard exercise and clean eating. She was toned from head to toe with huge pert breasts, a washboard stomach and curvaceously muscular thighs that I dreamed of having wrapped tightly around my waist back at the Christmas party. She must have just come back from the gym because she was wearing nothing but a spots bra, yoga pants and gym shoes and what's more, her entire body was drenched with lubricating sweat. Little droplets of fluid rolled down her beautiful face, arms, breasts and abs with visible patches of moisture clinging to the ass and crotch regions of her yoga pants.

She clearly needed a wash, and I wanted nothing more than to march right over there, pin her down to the ground and cleanse her with my tongue.

'Hey. How is it going? She said casually with that hot Latin accent of hers.'

'Hey Maryse. It's cool, we're just chilling and shooting the breeze.' said Salima, lying through her teeth before turning around to face me. 'Hey, have you met my friend Maryse before?'

'Yeah, we met at the Christmas party last year.' I said, joining in the charade and pretending that Salima and I were actually on good terms.

'Oh, that is right!' said Maryse.'You were very cool dancer!'

'As were you.' I replied.

Maryse marched in my direction and sat her sweaty body down on the couch next to me. She then peeled off her gym shoes to expose two of the sexiest size 5 feet I've ever seen encased in sweat drenched, navy blue, ankle length nylon socks and an aroma that was nothing short of incredible. The smell was sharp, tangy and soft all at the same time as it snaked its way into my nose, glided down my spine and squeezed its way into my stiffening cock. And if that wasn't enough, she then put both of her perfectly formed feet on the couch and slowly peeled off her left sock and nonchalantly kicked it away causing it to land right on top of my open hand. Before I could begin to process the fact that my hand was now smothered in the foot sweat of a gorgeous 24 year old Brazilian fitness model, Salima opened her mouth to speak.

'Do your feet hurt?' She said, looking at Maryse sympathetically.

'Yes. I did 15 minutes of interval sprints and then plenty of plyometrics and calf raises. They are absolutely killing me.' Maryse replied in her husky Brazilian accent. She had a voice that was sultry enough to make a man hard just by reciting the alphabet and between that, the damp sock that was right on top of my hand and the bare sweaty foot that was inches away from both, my brain was starting to go towards its happy place. I found myself gripping her moist wet sock with all the strength I could muster, squeezing it with a vice-like grip until Maryse's 24 year old, Brazilian fitness model foot sweat oozed out onto my hand, hopefully making it smell just as strong as her sock and twice as wet. 

Speaking of my hand, I discretely held it to my nose for exactly 4 seconds while breathing deeper than a man who was halfway through a waterboarding torture session. The scent of her foot was even more overpowering when experienced at such close range and nothing less than hot, raw, kinky, slutty, sweaty, steamy, smelly, and potent. I simply can't think of a single perfect word to describe the experience but what I can tell you is that it had my thick 8 inch cock slowly becoming bloated in my pants. I pulled my hand away from my nose just before Salima spoke. She glanced down at it and up at me before flashing a knowing smile in my direction but continued the conversation as if nothing happened before I could get embarrassed.

'You know who's brilliant at foot massages?' she said, looking in my direction with a wry smile.

'Oh, no. I cannot make him do that!' said Maryse.

'Of course you can. He's extremely good at it. You might even say he has a gift.'

'But my feet smell!'

'They're fine, just let him give you a massage.' 

'No! No! I cannot subject him to my feet!'

'Subject him to what? Firstly your feet don't smell, and secondly, he's a professional masseuse and basically has a degree in reflexology.' Said Salima, spouting nothing less than pure bullshit to her friend and flatmate. 'He's an experienced and skilled reflexologist who will not only take away your pain but leave you feeling like a new woman so just stop complaining and learn to accept a good thing when it's offered to you.'

Maryse looked at me inquisitively, wanting to know whether or not what Salima said was true. I breathed a small prayer to all the gods I could name before casting her a nod and a smile that was just brimming with nothing less than pure alpha male cockiness. When that happened, Salima got up, walked towards the door, then stopped and turned around to face us both.

'Guys, I've just realised that what this situation needs is some alcohol.' She said, putting her coat on. 'I'll head out to the shops and get some liquor. Maryse, hopefully by the time I come back, your foot woes will be healed.' 

With that, Salima shot me a sly smirk and left me alone in the flat with Maryse and her gorgeous and sweaty Brazilian fitness model feet. She'd engineered it so that I could spend some time giving Maryse a foot massage while she went out to get us drinks and to be honest that was an awesome move on her part. She didn't have to do that at all but she did and in my book that made her an excellent wing woman who'd come up with a fantastic method of apologising. I had to ask myself if maybe I was being a bit too hasty in deciding that I wanted nothing to do with her. She was hot as fuck, had beautiful feet that she knew exactly how to use and was more than willing to be help a brother out and grant him access to the feet of her friends as well. Women like that were like gold dust and not to be taken for granted so I realised that in no way could or should I ever cut her out of my life. I said my piece, she apologised profusely and then gave me some time alone with her gorgeous friends sweaty post workout feet as a gift. What more was there to say?

Maryse lay back on the couch and extended her soft feet onto my lap. One warm, moist and covered in a nylon sock and the other just as warm, just as moist but now completely bare and adorned with bright blue toenails and a gold anklet. I took the bare foot in my hands while the toes of the socked foot rested lightly against my thigh inches away from my now straining dick. Wanting to give this woman the best damn foot massage she'd ever had, I got to work immediately, rubbing my fingers in-between her perfectly formed toes and along her arches, using her own pungent sweat as lubrication. When I reached the balls of her foot she purred like a cat as the toes of her socked foot curled and uncurled against the inside of my thigh.

'Oh...Oh yes...that is where it hurts...yes...yes...right there...the ball of my foot..under the ball of my foot...rub it...rub it...rub it please.' 

Music to my ears.

I held her bare foot up inches away from my lips and nose then used my strong fingers to knead, rub, explore massage every inch of the ball, working out the knots and relaxing it completely while I breathed in deeply but discretely. I looked over at Maryse. She was laying on her back with her eyes closed whispering to herself in Portuguese as the damp sole of her still socked foot began to slide from my knee to my crotch in a way that was teasingly smooth and excruciatingly slow. Despite my burgeoning levels of arousal, I continued to massage her bare foot, tending to it as though my main goal in life was its complete and utter satisfaction. Using my hands to worship and heal it, to rejuvenate it, to explore every inch of its sensual beauty as I took its heavenly scent deep into my lungs. 

Without the slightest bit of warning or provocation, Maryse took her nylon sock encased foot and slowly walked it up my stomach until it rested on top of my chest right next to the bare foot that I was massaging. I had two of the most beautiful feet I had ever seen right in front of my face with their raw sexual smell smeared all over my hands and wafting into my nostrils and in that moment life was amazing. I could feel my skin start to tingle all over as foot induced lust started to hijack my mind. I wanted nothing more than to lick and suck both of those sexy feet but for reasons of social decorum I had to hold myself back. 

'Oh...my..God. That..that is...amazing. Rub my foot deeper...rub..it...harder...come...on...rub...it...rub...it...harder...' she sighed behind closed eyes. 'Amazing...harder...harder...'

She took her socked foot and rubbed it smoothly against my bare neck and shoulders to my complete and utter shock. A bolt of electricity shot straight from my dick and up my spinal column causing my abs to clench tighter than the jaws of a pit bull and my mouth to salivate. But she didn't stop there. She then took her hand and casually drew circles along the inside of my thigh; using her fingernails to scratch a painfully close outline of my stiff, swollen, thick and vein bursting cock that never quite touched it and left me in sheer disbelief at what was happening. It was like having lighting strike in the same place twice or winning the lottery in successive weeks. Unless I was misreading the situation, Maryse was just as kinky as Salima and I wasn't just the cat that got the cream but the man that got the feet. There she was; sprawled out on the couch next to me, legs open, moist foot swirling around my neck like a serpent and delicate little fingers dancing circles around my swollen dick. I couldn't help but realise how truly beautiful life could be. I was asking myself whether or not she knew what she was doing, if there was any way that this could all have been oblivious on her part when I turned around to get a good look of the Latin Goddess that was teasing me to death and felt 5 sweaty nylon clad toes press smoothly against my face.




Dominated By 2 Exotic Bitches



And when that happened, time come to a screeching halt.

Her moist and sticky little blue nylon socked foot covered my face from chin to forehead and as my dick stretched and swelled in my pants and my lungs moaned involuntarily. She pressed her toes against my nose and held them there while I breathed in their cock-stiffening scent completely paralysed from the neck down. I wish I could tell you how much time passed in this moment but I honestly don't know. All I can say is that for one eternal moment I sat frozen in space and time with the toes of this goddess's foot pressed as close to me as they could possibly be as she rubbed it over very inch of my face like a master artist painting a canvas. The only parts of my body that were even capable of movement were my lungs that heaved and shuddered in a desperate attempt to take in as much of her smell as they could.

'So...there...is...2 things I want...to..say...' Said Maryse. I was so lost in smelling her divine foot that I didn't even hear a word she said. She then pulled both feet away from me and unsurprisingly I immediately came back to my senses.

'I said there...is..2 things I want...to say.'

'What...are they?' I said between laboured breaths.

'Number 1. Your...face smells...like my feet.' Right on the money. No argument from me there. 'And number 2. You...like this.'

'What makes you say that? I'm just trying to give you a great massage.' I said, not wanting to be bested again. She ran her slender fingers along the entire length of my rock hard cock through my trousers and lightly grazed my balls. The deep and guttural moan I gave out in response proved her point to perfection and she chuckled knowingly to herself.

'My case is rested.'

'Does...does that bother you?'

'No. It is cute. Usually guys go crazy for my ass but I've never had a guy get hard from smelling my feet.'

'Im sure you have.' I said. 'Loads of guys are into feet. I'm just the first one to be so open with you.'

'Maybe you are right. But I think this is good thing. I think it is great. It make me feel powerful to know that I can make man weak with my feet.'

'I'm not weak.' I said.

'Then why are you breathing so heavy?'

'I'm doing just fine.' I replied, feeling slightly self conscious.

'Oh...' She continued. 'Ohhhh... This is why Salima told me to have you give me foot massage! She knew you would enjoy it!'

'I can stop if you want.'

'No! No! This is amazing! I have never had anyone make my feet feel so nice. It is just interesting to know that you do this with Salima's feet. Do you smell her feet like you are smelling mine right now? Does she let you take take off her shoes after long day in office and rub her sweaty feet? Does she put you down on floor and rest her feet on your face when she watches TV?'

'Let's change the subject.'

'No. No I'm am enjoying this. I enjoy talking about your foot fetish.'

'Well I'd rather talk about what you're into.'

'You want to know what makes me wet?'

'Why not? Spill the beans?'

'Do something for me first.'

'What's that?'

'Use your teeth to peel my wet sock off my foot. Then I want you to put it in your mouth. Then I want you to keep it there and taste my sweaty foot on your tongue. When you do this I will tell you exactly what makes my pussy drip.'

Half of me wondered just who this woman thought she was and the other half, i.e. my dick, whispered a silent prayer to Jesus for having found her in my life. I did as she told, peeling her moist sock off with my teeth and putting it in my mouth without needing to be told twice. By now I'm sure I don't need to tell you that the taste was nothing short of incredible but I just wouldn't be paying the proper respect to her delicious feet if I didn't actually spell it out. Once that sock entered my mouth my taste buds were engulfed in a sensation that was nothing less than cum inducing and I enjoyed it far more than I was ever willing to admit to Maryse at the time. She then flipped around on the couch so that she was lying on her pert, firm breasts with her feet in my lap and after that, she made me turn to face her so that my legs were on the outside of hers and the toes of her two bare feet were now placed squarely on top of my balls. They poked and prodded all over my crotch, probing my testicles and rubbing all over the 8 inches of granite that was now begging to but set free from my pants. 

Through my trousers, she trapped my left nut between the two big toes of her left foot and gave it a very long and protracted squeeze that felt so good it had me cursing with delirious pleasure. It was so right, so pure and such a perfect sensation. To feel her sweet little toes gripping my testicle was orgasmic and once again I moaned with deep excitement until her toes suddenly increased the pressure on my testicle. When that happened, the sweet bliss of sexual perfection brought on by her toes touching my nut was met with the emotional fear and physical agony of having it squeezed. Fear and agony which sent my arms and legs into mini convulsions and caused my my abdominals to seize up. 

Once again Maryse giggled at my situation and once again I really didn't like her being so cocky but found myself doing nothing about it. She pulled down her yoga pants to give me a full view of her large, round and perfectly formed ass and when my eyes finally saw that thing in the flesh not only only were my abs seized and my limbs shaking but my heart also skipped several beats. It was amazing, no breathtaking to look at. A huge beautiful and tanned butt with two fleshy round mounds for cheeks that any man with sense would kill to lose his face or dick inside. All she had to hide her crack was a sexy little sweat ridden pink thong that in truth was more like a piece of string than actual underwear. It literally left nothing to the imagination and as she pulled her cheeks apart, I came face to face with an asshole that looked to be every bit as delicious as Salima's. I sat there marvelling at her butt in its entirety and watching the way the thin piece of string she called a thong rid so tightly along her crack. When she finally let go of her cheeks, they slapped back together and engulfed her thong completely leaving me to be for the first time in my life, insanely jealous of a single piece of fabric.

'Your ass is amazing.' I said.

'So I am told.' She replied, still keeping her feet clamped tightly to my groin. 'But if you like smelling girls' feet then I love to have a man lick my ass. Nothing make me more hot than standing against wall with guy on his knees underneath me with face buried deep in my asshole. I also love to give a lapdance. Not the boring dance at strip club where girl dances around you but real, proper, dirty, lap dance. I get excited when when I sit guys in chair and rub my ass all over their dick and balls. I love to know that they are gritting their teeth and trying hard not to bust a nut in their pants.'

'Why?' I asked, breathing deeply and slowly rubbing my cock through my trousers. She noticed what I was doing, smiled at me, shook her head, pulled my hand away and continued.'

'It makes me wet but I do not know why. Part of it is because having a thick hard dick rubbing against my crack makes my pussy moist but part of it is because I like the power. Guys only expect to cum because they have fucked you, or you have given them handjob or blowjob. When I tease their rock hard dicks with my big soft ass and they burst like a ripe melon it is so fucking naughty. And it sometimes make me cum too.'

'How many times have you made a man cum like that?' I asked, somehow managing to get the words out despite having her sock in my mouth.

'How long is piece of string? Cannot tell you but it has happened many times and I have lost count. But that is not what really gets me off.'

'What gets you off?'

'Rubbing my ass cheeks over a guys face and making him lick the hole. I want him to taste it, to probe it, to explore it, to penetrate it. I want him to worship it until my pussy squirts and my eyes are seeing stars.'

She turned around to face me, bit her lower lip and smiled as her feet relentlessly squirmed around in my groin.

'I really love to sit on your face. I do not know why. I guess I am just that kind of girl but I love to do it. I want to rub my asshole over your face until they both smell the same. I love to do that. I love the feeling, knowing that I'm so sexy that I can make your face stink like my asshole but you will still have the most intense orgasm.'

At this point, she pulled her cheeks open and twisted her thong to one side, giving me another glimpse of her soft asshole while rhythmically rubbing the ball of her right foot against the head of my tightly confined dick. She was really starting to get to me now. This encounter had now moved from a simple erotic turn-on to something else entirely and as her goddess foot and painted toes continually milked precum out the tip of my penis, my mental composure began to fall by the wayside.

'This is best way to make you cum. Hell, this is best way to make me cum too. With your nose buried deep in my asshole and I smother you with my massive cheeks. When you lick my pussy out from under me. When you cannot breathe. It is amazing how you have powerful orgasms when you are being deprived of oxygen. When you are able to see, smell and taste nothing but my spicy asshole and dripping wet pussy. When your cock stands to attention saluting me like sexual flagpole in the wind. I love to see that. I love to have you gasping for air under me while your cock is rock hard. I love to have your mind want one thing but your body want something completely different. It gives you away. It shows shows that no matter how much you complain there is nowhere on earth that you would rather be. I love to slowly grind my soft cheeks all over your face and use the sweat on your forehead as lube. I love to slide back and forth and back and forth very very slow. Just fast enough to excite, but too slow to satisfy completely. I want you to be frustrated. I want you to get more horny, more worked up and more desperate until you snap and grab your dick to beat it in frantic manner. But that is when I pull your hand away and refuse to give you what you really want because that is not the way you are going to cum. You are going to cum hands free, without even touching your cock. Making you cum like that is the biggest rush, just by riding my ass crack all over your face and suffocating you until you are terrified I might actually kill you. It is amazing how hard a cock will shoot when the mind believes it is having its last orgasm. You would never think that two little testicles could ever carry so much cum but it seems they can store at least half a litre of it.'

'So you think you're a bit dominant then?' I asked trying my hardest to appear cool, calm, casual and still in control of the situation. Trying to act like the sight of those bulbous butt cheeks swaying left and right less than 3 feet away from me wasn't driving me crazy. Trying to act like the sight of that sweaty little thong pulled just to the side of her asshole wasn't making my head feel faint as all the blood in my body made a continual beeline for my cock. Trying to act like the feeling of her soft feet kneading the head of my penis like a baker kneads dough wasn't going to cause me to have a massive orgasm before long if I didn't concentrate on keeping it together.

At that moment, Maryse planted her toes firmly on top of my balls through my trousers and then used her hands to press herself up into a crouch on my lap that looked almost like a downward dog yoga position. I had at least 3 quarters of her entire body weight placed squarely on my crotch as she slowly twisted from side to side on the spot and the very balls she was flattening shot a mass of precum into my boxer shorts.

I grunted like a stuck pig and placed my trembling fingers on her soft, bulbous behind.

'Ah I thought you'd like that.' She said, alternating between shifting her entire weight from one foot to the other as that huge, tanned and spectacular butt of hers now hovered less than 2 feet away from my quivering face.

'Tell me another story.' I gasped, wondering how long I could hold out before she added me to her list of sexual conquests.

'What do you think of my asshole?'

'Please tell me another story.'

'What do you think of my asshole?'

'What about it?'

'You like smelling feet, right? I imagine this means your cock loves it when you lick them too, but what about assholes? What about my asshole? This one, right here. The soft and tight little asshole that is only inch away from your nose. Does your cock like the way it smells as much as it likes my feet?'

'I honestly can't smell anything.' I said, lying through my teeth.

'Is that so?'

With that, she put her feet on either side of my waist, pulled her cheeks wide open and slowly backed her ass up until it engulfed my face completely, using her right hand to hold me by the back of the head and press my nose deeply into her tight butthole. I was completely drowning in her scent and it was so good that it made my mouth water. After about 5 seconds of bliss she pulled away and looked back at me from over her left shoulder.

'Oh my God.' I gasped.

'Yes. That is what I expected but if you liked the smell that, the taste will probably have you nutting the inside of your pants.'

Before I could even respond she took her left index finger, slowly slid it deep into her asshole, took it out and eased it gently into my mouth.

'Lick it.'

My eager tongue danced all over her finger, licking it from top to bottom as I savoured the taste. She teased me with it, using it to intertwine with my tongue and stroke my sweaty face.

'Now I'm going to tell you a story. Lie on your back.'

'I quickly did as I was told and lay in my back wondering what the hell was going to happen next. Maryse then took her thong off, put it in my mouth, saw that her sock had fallen out, stuffed it back in and then sat her fat ass down right on top of my face. I was smothered. Completely and utterly smothered by the gorgeous scent of her asshole and the feeling of those huge cheeks pressing down onto my face and loving every second of it.

'When I was 19 I had boyfriend and we date each other for very long time and were in love. He cheat on me with my friend and it make me feel miserable so I decide to leave him. He beg and beg and beg me to stay and say he will do anything to keep me. I tell him to sniff my ass. I don't know where it came from but I said it. I grab his head and push it between my cheeks and make him sniff but he actually like it. I expect him to hate it but he love it. He breathe deeply like he short of breath and start to moan loudly. Breathing just like you are now. Breathing like he has problem with his heart and lungs. When I pull away I look at his face and I see more lust in his eyes than I ever see before and his cock is making tent in his trousers. I start to feel confident. I start to feel sexy and I realise that I have him in my control. I decide to take revenge so I tell him to lie down on the floor and I crawl over his body, pressing my knee into his testicles and driving it into his hard cock. Then I sit on him. I cover his face with my butt and stop him from breathing. I rub my ass over his face until it stinks and I tell him to love it. I tell him to enjoy the smell. I tell him that this is all he is worth for cheating on me. He try to push me off but I press down hard and hold onto table so he can't move. I hold him in place and laugh at his hard cock. I laugh at how he pretend to want to get away from me but his hard cock tells the truth. I call him loser for getting turned on by the smell of my butt and press his nose deep into my asshole. After 15 minutes he try to masturbate so I pull his hands away and pin them down with my feet, the same feet I am now resting on your cock.

I pull his dick out of his pants and slap it, punch it and twist it. He begs me to let him go, he begs me to let him breathe but when he say that it make me more wetter and wetter. My pussy is dripping onto his neck as he panics under my ass thinking he is going to die. I keep him here for 2 hours and laugh at the precum that oozes from his hard cock as he fight to get air or jerk off. When I let him get air he beg me to let him fuck me. He beg like no man I had ever see beg before but I tell him no. I tell him that he will never again be able to fuck me or touch me with his dick. I tell him that all he is worth is to smell my butt and that is all he will ever get from me. And then I tell him "cheirar minha bunda." Smell my butt. "cheirar minha bunda e ejaculado." Smell my butt and cum. Cum only from smelling my butt, you fuck. Feel my ass on your face and make big mess over yourself. Cum like a piece of shit. Cum hard. Cum for the ass that other men will fuck but you will only ever masturbate to. He start to moan loud and I grind my ass back and forth on his face like I am dancing on it. I grab his balls and pull them away from his body and he cum like a geyser. He just keep coming and coming for a very long time. I was not virgin but I had never seen so much semen before. I thought maybe I had killed him but sadly he was still alive.'

She pulled away from my face and looked back at me with that beautiful face of hers while sliding her delicate fingers along the entire length of my cock. I looked back at her from a face that was wide eyed with dilated pupils, ridden with sweat and stinking of her divine ass crack.

'That was some story.' I gasped.

'Yes. I am not surprised that you enjoyed it.' She smiled seductively. Most guys love that story. Most girls also. But my boyfriend was a nerd and it is no fun to smother geeky guys. When a guy is a geek and you dominate him it means nothing because he is already pathetic. What is fun is to dominate a hot and sexy guy. A guy like you. A guy who can get and fuck other women. When I have a guy like that struggle to breathe and desperate to cum for me I feel so much more powerful and sexy.'

She took a moment to study my sweaty face from eyes to chin, her own face now a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

'You look like maybe this is enough for you. Are you ready to come already?'

'Not even slightly. We've only just begun.' I gasped.

Do you want me to stroke your cock?'

'Oh fuck yes.'

'What if I stroke it with my sweaty feet? Will you like that? Will that make you cum hard?'

'About half as hard as I can make you come.' I replied behind laboured breaths trying valiantly to maintain my power through bravado.

'What if I rub my feet all over your face and stroke your dick at the same time? Will your cock enjoy that? Will it like to know that your face smells like my feet and my ass?'

'Oh my fucking God do that. Please just do it.'

'No, I will not give you my feet now. I do not think that you have proved that you deserve to cum to them. But do not get me wrong. I like you and I think you are cool and sexy guy. I think we can have lots of fun in future but for that to happen I need to know that you are man enough to handle me.'

'I am man enough to handle y-.' Before I could ever finish the sentence she sat her heavenly behind right back down onto my sweaty face.

'You are confident and you believe in yourself. I like this. This is good sign and tells me that maybe you are a strong man. But there is big difference between claiming to have strength and showing strength.'

This was all too much for me. Despite everything I just said and despite her encouraging words she was quickly burning through my final reserves of willpower and my dick was soon going to erupt into a shower of orgasmic defeat. But that said, what she said about needing me to prove myself made me want to really show her what kind of man I was. I didn't want whatever was happening between us to end before it got started and I really didn't want her to lose respect for me. This woman was every bit the temptress that Salima was and I just had to have her. I had to experience that hard body of hers no matter what the cost. I ran my hands up and down her stunning form, over her hard abs, her large breasts and toned arms and shoulders in an effort to get to know this sultry vixen intimately. Before I could finish, she pinned my hands down the couch with surprising strength, lifted her ass up off my face, slapped it and sat back down on it.




Dominated By 2 Exotic Bitches



'This is not the time for you to touch me so pay attention to my words. I have challenge for you called 5 stages of hell that will take exactly 5 minutes. In this challenge I will tease and bully your balls and smother you with my butt at the same time. You must not cum before 5 minutes is up. If you cum before I say you can you have lost. Also, you must take what I am going to do to you like a man. You must not cry, you must not moan, you must not shake. If you can handle what I do to you without cumming early, if you can handle what I do to you without becoming a bitch boy then you will pass this test and we can have a lot of fun together. If you understand I want you to give a thumbs up with your left hand.'

I did as she was told and she reached into my trousers and started to trace light circles around my balls with her fingertips, lightly grazing the skin and sending shivers of excitement that made the muscles in my thighs flex and my toes curl. Then she traced circles around my groin, exploring the inside of my thighs and the area around my cock and balls. Her fingers were so light, so teasing, so sensual and skilful in their movements that my mouth was overcome with the urge to make noises that my brain didn't command. I was lost in a sea of erotic sensation as this beautiful and tanned Brazilian fitness model smothered me with her huge ass and teased my crotch like it was an art form. 

'1 minute is finished. You have 4 minutes left.'

Hearing that brought me back to reality for a moment. If 1 minute had gone already then not only had time flew but I was 20% through the challenge. If she called it 5 stages of hell then she was truly exaggerating because It was nothing but plain sailing so far.

'Now I am going to abuse your balls. This may hurt you. Get ready.'

She took the thumb and index fingers of both hands and used them to squeeze the undersides of both of my balls; you know, the sensitive bit that connects to the tubes that link them to your body. She squeezed them with far more force than I was comfortable with, alternating between my left left and right nut like a sadistic temptress while every muscle in my body was tensed up in an effort to not grunt or moan.

'Relax. You can get through this. It is not going to kill you, remember that your cock is hard. Remember that your big friend friend loves this, even if your balls think they do not. Remember the kind of man that I need you to be.'

I was trying. I was trying with everything I had to man up and get through the situation but she just wouldn't stop squeezing that sensitive area at the bass of my nuts and I was locked between orgasmic pleasure and excruciating pain. I tried thinking of any and everything to take my mind off what she was doing to me but no matter how far away my mind tried to travel in space and time, the sadistic torture she was inflicting on my balls kept bringing me right back to the present moment. I also couldn't deal with the fact that she hadn't yet touched my dick. Sure she'd poked and prodded it through my trousers but she hadn't to grabbed it properly flesh to flesh and it was incredibly frustrating. I just wanted her to stroke it, caress it, to physically touch it in some way but I guess that's exactlywhy she refused to do it. The poor thing was so fucking hard that it ached and every last one of those 8 inches of length existed only a tribute to her exotic beauty. Couldn't she just touch it?

'Minute 2 is finished. Now I am going to make a big test on your manhood. Make sure you do not cum early or scream this is going to be tough.'

She grabbed both balls between her thumbs and forefingers and squeezed and rubbed them in a manner that was as sensual as it was agonising. She kept on squeezing, rubbing and kneading them, continually increasing the pressure like she was committed to finding their breaking point and I was going crazy with fear and delight. I was like heaven and hell being trapped under her fat Brazilian ass and dirty asshole. It was like she was trying to forcefully milk the cum out of my balls and flatten them in the process and it was just too painful and arousing for me to handle. I didn't know if I wanted to scream the house down and run for my life or beg her not to stop until my cock burst right in my pants. Both seemed equally appealing.

Suddenly, involuntarily and against my better wishes I moaned and shuddered into her delicious ass. I hoped she wouldn't notice but she was too sharp for that.

'Oh no. Am I too much for you too handle? We are only on minute 3. If this is too much for you then maybe you will not pass the test?'

She sat up for a second giving me just enough time to take 2 massive gulps of air, pulled her cheeks open and sat back down, wedging my nose deep into her crack.

'Oh this feels like heaven. Your nose is such excellent fit for my asshole.'

Never for one second did she stop squeezing and rubbing my balls, her fingers choking the life and cum out of me like a boa constrictor. Despite the fact that I was in excruciating pain and despite the fact that I wanted to cum more than anything. Despite the fact that I was gasping for air and despite the fact that my dick was straining in my pants and begging to be touched, all I could think was how God damn sexy she was. Everything about this woman was geared to make a man lose control and she was wearing me out like an expert of dominant sexuality. Her beautiful face, her fit and athletic body, her enormous ass, her sweaty feet, her seductive voice and the callous disregard she had for the safety of my balls, all of it was going to turn me into a physical wreck and there was nothing that I could do about it.

'Minute 3 is finished. Now we will see what you are really made of.'

She alternated between twisting my balls around in tight circles, squeezing them harder than even before and trying to push them back into my body. I tried and tried to fight it. I tried to stay silent, I tried to keep it together and maintain my composure but I just wasn't strong enough and when the floodgates of sexual submission eventually burst open, I moaned and groaned deep into her pussy like a man possessed with 2 minutes left on the clock.

'No! No! Do not moan like a little bitch! Find a way to take it! Man up and handle it! Sniff my ass and think of my feet! Do you want my feet again? This is what you have to do! This is what you have to do to get my feet again!'

She began to glide her enormous ass back and forth across my face while her talented fingers sadistically terrorised my testicles, Every muscle in my body was clenched, pulsating and spasming in a desperate attempt to stop my cock from bursting and my lungs from screaming. My abs felt like they were made of steel and my legs were starting to burn. I needed to do something, anything to take my mind off the agony my balls were being subjected to so I grabbed her breasts with both hands, felt the heavy weight of them and squeezed tenderly. They were perfect, exquisite even and so unbelievably firm in my hands. I explored the contours of her rock hard abs and muscular thighs then all the way back to her fantastic breasts in complete awe of her body. It was a work of art and I'm not ashamed to say that I couldn't believe what I was holding in my hands. This was a woman who made a living from crafting her figure into a specimen of human potential and it showed. She was so firm, lean and muscular yet feminine, soft and curvaceous in all the right places. Her body was a work of art and I had to hold it, I had to touch it. I had to experience and pay respect the perfection that was smothering me. I had to throw myself into the beauty of this perfect figure in a desperate attempt to ignore the insane amount of pain it was causing me. I wanted more of her, more of Maryse. I didn't ever want this moment to end but it was so fucking painful that I just couldn't take it.

'I see what you are doing. You want to ignore the pain. You can touch me if you want but this means I will increase the pressure!'

When she made that last comment she wasn't joking around. She increased the intensity on my nuts even more than before, twisting and squeezing them until I was almost certain they'd break. I howled, cried and screamed underneath her, my body writhing in pain while my begs and pleas for mercy fell completely on deaf ears and my hands did everything they could to worship the flawless form of the fitness model who was trying her best to do permanent damage to me. This was the moment in which she did something that I'll never forget, the moment in which she took two fingers from each hand and used them to actually push my nuts right back into my body. I screamed like never before, my lips vibrating against her dripping wet pussy and taking in litres of her juices as I howled in agony.

'Oh no! You cannot handle my ass in your face! You cannot handle what I am doing to your balls! You are not man enough to handle me, you are going to cum soon! You are going to cum before 5 minutes!

'This is your last minute! Can you last?! I don't think you can last!'

'She painfully dug my balls out of my body and started tugging on them with hard alternating pulls like she was either trying to jerk me off with them or pull them clean off my pelvis. I could feel the cords that connect then to my groin stretching with each pull and as painful as it was it really made me want to cum hard. I was screaming in pain like the torture victim I was, my mouth wide open and taking in enough of her wet pussy juices to almost make me choke and panicking at the same time. Panicking because I was worried I might drown in her pussy juices. Panicking because I didn't know if my balls would ever work again after she was finished with me and more importantly I was panicking because I was scared I might fail the test.

I craved more of Maryse! I craved more of her feet and I craved her ass even though it was currently pinning my face onto the couch! I didn't want what had started to end and I needed to make it to 5 minutes without cumming! I'd already screamed and twitched so I couldn't win any points there but maybe, just maybe if I didn't cum I could still pass the test!

The pain was so intense that all I could do to ground myself was rub my hands over her sweaty six pack and amazing breasts! Just explore and worship the body of this goddess and breathe in deeply the scent of her asshole! Just focus on her body! The beauty of it! The form of it! The weight of it! The body that had been forged by years of crunches, sprints, squats and deadlifts! I had to experience that body! I had to worship it but the more I worshipped her, the more she attacked my balls, twisting, squeezing and pulling them harder and harder laughing innocently at my howls of delirious ecstasy and sweet misery!

'You want to cum, don't you?! You want to cum, don't you?! You want to cum because my ass tastes so good, don't you?! You want to cum because you love the smell of my feet don't you?! Yes! You wan't to cum! You cannot handle me, I am too much for you and now you are going to cum!'

She was right! Absolutely correct! I wanted to cum more than anything! Partly to end the pain but mainly because everything about her made me want to blow my load into the heavens! How skilfully she manipulated my balls, how sensually and smoothly she grinded her gorgeous butt against my face, the smell of her asshole, the taste of her juices, her voice, it was all too much for me! But I refused to give up! I couldn't let myself cum! I had to find a way to get through the entire 5 minutes! I had to do it!

'30 seconds left! Look at you screaming! Look at you shaking! You said you are a man but you are no man! You cannot handle this! Look at you! Your cock wants this! Your cock is leaking! I don't even touch your cock and it is leaking!'

And that was the moment when I felt myself going past the point of no return! The moment when my teased and abused balls finally gave up and released a monumental and paralysing climax that rocked every cell in my body! I was right in the middle of an epic orgasm and any moment now semen was going to spurt out of my neglected cock and soak the inside of my pants! I tried to grab and squeeze it to stop the ejaculation but she pulled my hand away so I tensed every muscle in my body in a desperate attempt to cut off the flow of semen and stop the inevitable!

My teeth gritted, my abs clenched, my arms and legs went stiff and even my lungs stopped breathing as I summoned every ounce of willpower I had to internalise this monumental orgasm and not spray semen into my boxer shorts! I couldn't let this bitch make me cum in my own pants! I just couldn't! I had to hold on!

'Cum for me! Cum for me! Cum for my asshole! Cum because you love my feet!'

'NGGGGGHHHHH!!'

'Cum for me!'

My heart pounded erratically in my chest, my head felt faint and every muscle in my body ached and burned! Every cell in my body was screaming for me to let go and accept the orgasm of defeat but I ignored their pleas and kept fighting! I didn't know if I was going to come out of this alive but I had to give it everything I had!

'Cum for me!'

'NGGHHHHH!!'

'CUM FOR ME!'

'HUUUUUUUHHHHHHH!!'

'Oh my God, what the hell are you two doing?'

Maryse pulled her ass away from my sweat and pussy juice drenched face and sat down on the couch while my entire body jerked and shuddered like an active vibrator. Moments later I saw the face of Salima looking down at me with an amused expression.

'Just fooling around.' Maryse replied smiling.

'Fooling around? He looks like he's having a seizure. What the hell did you do to him?'

'We are playing 5 stages of hell. He is in stage number 5. He is trying not to cum because he is embarrassed for screaming and moaning like a little bitch. He thinks that if he can survive without cumming I might let him enjoy my feet again but he knows that if he cannot then I will not.'

'Maryse, what a horrible thing to do to the poor man.' Salima replied as she pulled a chair up next to me. She then raised her high heeled feet to my face, used my forehead to pull them out of her shoes and then rubbed her warm soles and toes against my nose. As I took in the familiar but incredible scent of Salima's slightly damp stockinged feet into my body, the urge to cum was so intense it had me involuntarily thrusting my hips into the thin air.

'Listen. Maryse may have been mean to you but I won't be. I'm not going to deny you of my feet, I'm not going to abuse your swollen balls and I'm not going to tell you that you can't stop cumming because I know that you can.'

The sight of her beautiful little feet in those sheer black stockings was sultry! The light dampness of her toes was heavenly and her scent was unbelievable! Salima smiled at me knowingly as my rigid body continued its effort to internalise the orgasm that had me now seeing thousands of stars in my vision.

'I've been walking around in my heels all day so my feet are certainly moist and carrying that most inviting smell that we both know you love so much. Enjoy the smell of my feet. You've earned it. Smell my feet and prove to her that you're not going to...cum.'

She moved her hand to my aching balls and tenderly caressed them. I couldn't last much longer, I knew couldn't last much longer! All I could think was How much time has passed?! How much time do I have left?!

'Maryse has been very unkind to your poor balls but I'm not Maryse. I'm not going to squeeze and twist them. I'm just going to stroke and caress them. Do you think that if I run my fingers over your swollen balls and just toy and play with them in their sacks that this will help you to not...cum?'

'GUH...GUH...GUH..GUH!'

'Yes, I know that I'm your Goddess but this isn't about me, it's about you. Maryse has put you through hell and my sweaty little nylon clad feet are your prize. Breathe in their smell and enjoy the feeling of having your aching nuts tugged back to full health while you show us what a big man you are by refusing to...cum.

'GUH...GUH...GUH..GUH!'

Maryse joined in the effort, meaning I now had no less than 4 hands lightly toying, fondling and rolling my testicles around their sacks! I couldn't breathe, I couldn't speak and I barely knew who I was! My body was a mess! Rigid and quivering like cerebral palsy with every vein filled to bursting point and my face a deep shade of purple! And then in perfect unison, Salima and Maryse each pulled on one of my nuts out to the side very very hard as Salima firmly pressed her lovely feet into my quivering lips. I bucked, twisted, fucked thin air with my hips, grunted and finally groaned like a fatally wounded animal as the thousands of stars in my vision continually multiplied until all I could see was an endless sea of white.

I lost consciousness without knowing whether or not I actually managed to stop myself from coming and the last thing I heard was 'Oops.' come from Salima's insincere but beautiful lips as her sexy feet encased in sheer stockings continued to massage my face.

I have no idea of how long I was out. All I know is that when I finally came to I was sat on a bed with Maryse and Salima in front of me crouched on all fours like pouncing tigers. Salima wore nothing but the same thigh length pair of black sheer stockings as before with a lacy black bra and the tiniest thong that money could buy. Maryse however, was as naked as the day God made her except for the sweaty blue nylon ankle socks which she had seemingly put back on her feet. They looked so hot together on that bed. A sinfully sexual blend of tanned and brown skin, black and golden blonde hair and perfectly formed female bodies that were simply destined to extract hot cum from swollen cocks. I looked around tentatively and realised that my wrists were handcuffed and my ankles were restrained with several pairs of stockings.

'What's going on?' I asked.

'Oh he's awake.' Salima said. 'I guess you won the bet. I thought he'd have come to sooner than this.'

'Maryse crawled over to Salima and pressed her body against hers. The sight of their supple breasts wedged so tightly against each other was something I don't think I'll ever forget.

'We were very hard on him.' Maryse replied. 'We almost killed him.' 

Salima ran her tongue along Maryse's neck while Maryse slid 2 fingers into Salima's pussy and started to slowly finger fuck her. Salima's back arched in unison with Maryse's fingers as her breathing deepened and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

'Ok guys, this is all very sexy but you need to let me out. Let me out so I can join the fun. '

'Oh... look, his cock's getting hard again. I think he...likes it when you fuck...me with your...fingers. He likes in when you...please..me.'

Has he ever pleased you?' asked Maryse.

'Not really...but he's...tried.'

Salima took 2 fingers, snaked them around Maryse's back and pushed them deep into her asshole. Maryse shook from head to toe with the sensation and purred seductively. They sat on the bed with their breasts wedged against each other slowly fucking one another with their fingers and staring into each other's eyes like they were both the most erotic thing they'd ever seen. It was like I didn't even exist and as hot as they looked together I didn't like it. I wanted out of those restraints so I could join in and I wanted them to fucking acknowledge me and stop acting like I wasn't important enough to even look at.

'Guys, come on, let me go now.'

'He say he...want us to...let him...go,'

'He's...lying. Look at how...hard his...dick is. This is exactly...where he wants to be...Maryse.'

'Look, this isn't funny, alright? Let me go.'

'He really is loser...is he not?'

'Sadly...It's a shame because he's...kinda hot and has a...big...thick...strong...cock. You'd expect him to be more of a...man.'




Dominated by a Couple Ch. 01



"I'm sorry April, but I am going to have to ask you to move out as soon as possible. You are simply not responsible enough to live here. " 

"Please Victoria," I begged, "Please let me stay. I love living here. I promise I'll remember to do my dishes." 

It was true, I did love living here. The rent was cheap, the apartment was close to school, and I got along really well with Victoria and her boyfriend Henry, who was watching this scene glumly from the corner. Me and Victoria were well along the way to becoming the best of friends; the only downside was that she was quite a Nazi about cleaning and chores. 

"You've said that before April, but you always seem to forget to do your part." 

"Well, its just that I overslept this morning, and couldn't do the dishes because I was late for class. I'll be better in the future. "

"You've said that before as well."

"I really mean it this time, though."

Victoria and Henry exchanged a glance. She tied an extra knot on her robe, and sat down on the kitchen chair. 

"April, you must show us that you really mean it. I'm tired of empty promises." 

"Anything," I said. 

"Very well. I'm going to punish you for forsaking your responsibilities. Come up here and lay over my lap for a spanking. " 

The shocked look on my face made her smile. 

"Come now, April. Surely you agree that you must be punished?"

"I suppose," I said. "But you can't spank me. We are grown-ups."

"And yet you keep behaving like a spoiled brat," Victoria replied, "so you must be punished like a spoiled brat. Regardless, you have no choice. Either you submit to this, or I will ask you to move out."

There was nothing I could say to that. And strangely enough, I began to find the experience thrilling in a way I could not explain. To be spanked by Victoria right in front of her boyfriend was so....humiliating. It made my body tingle. 

Resigning myself to the situation, I walked over to Victoria and tried to lie down on her lap. 

"No dear," she said as she stopped me. "I'd like you to take off your clothes before we begin. You must be spanked properly, that is, in the nude." 

I was at a loss for words. 

"But...Henry is right there!"

"Humiliation is a part of your punishment April. I hope you will be properly chastised by being exposed so."

"But I can't let Henry see me naked!"

"And why not? I think it will be good for the both of you. You will remember to do your dishes in the future, and I know Henry would like to see your nude form. You've been teasing him by parading around in your underwear quite enough, wouldn't you say?"

I began to protest. In fact, I had not been parading around at all. Its true, I had run into Henry a few times in the middle of the night while I was in just my underwear, but it was just such a bother to put on clothes to use the restroom. I was about to say this, but Victoria had cut me off. 

"No more complaining. Either we proceed, or you can go to your room and begin packing."

It appeared that I had no choice. I looked at them uncertainly, and began to unbutton the top of my blouse. 

"By the way, I quite like the clothes you wear," said Henry conversationally. 

"Thank you," I said. Both of them were looking at me carefully, obviously turned on by the thought that I was just about to take off my clothes. I undid the last button and stood uncertainly in front of them. 

"You can just put your blouse on the couch here," said Victoria. I overcame my hesitation and took the blouse off. Might as well get it over with. I began fumbling with my bra clasp, but I was much too nervous. 

"Why don't you help her with that Henry?" said Victoria.

"Gladly," he replied, and walked over behind me and smoothly undid the clasp, and pulled off my bra. I stood before them topless. 

"You have beautiful breasts, April. I'm sure I'm hardly the first man to tell you this," said Henry. I smiled back. 

"Yes, I know you have been looking forward to seeing them dear," said Victoria. "And they are quite large, but still supple. I'm quite jealous."

Victoria herself was relatively flat-chested. 

"Let's get on with it," Victoria said. "Pants please." 

I unbuttoned my pants, and pulled them down. I quickly pulled my panties down as well, eager to hide the wet spot my arousal had created. I stood before them in only my white socks. 

"Sit on my lap here dear," Victoria said. "Henry, why don't you help her with her socks?" 

Henry smiled as I complied. I blushed at the view I was giving him, my legs outstretched right in front of him, my pussy laid bare for his eyes. He slowly pulled off my socks, one by one. 

"Well, then," Victoria said cheerfully, "shall we get to it?"

I put myself over her lap. Henry sat down across from us. 

Splat!

Victoria's bare hand hurt quite a bit. She must have put a lot of effort into each swing. 

Splat!

Splat!

Splat!

"Ouch," I said. "Please, can you take it a little easier on me?" But even as my bum was burning, my pussy was on fire like never before. 

"I don't think so, dear" she replied. "Else, it wouldn't really be a punishment, would it?"

Splat!

Splat!

Splat!

Tears began to stream down my cheeks.

Splat!

Splat!

I was so horny. I slowly started to rock myself as Victoria hit me, trying to get as much friction between my cunt and her legs as possible. 

Splat!

Splat!

Splat!

Victoria seemed to notice my wetness down there and remarked "You seem to be enjoying this as well." I could only moan in response. 

Splat!

Splat!

I groaned with pleasure each time my butt was spanked. I was on the verge of an orgasm, right there in front of them. 

Victoria stopped abruptly. 

"I think you've been punished enough dear."

I almost begged for her to go on until I came, but I dared not say anything. 

"Well, " Victoria said. "I think its time for all of us to retire to our respective rooms, don't you?" 

She took Henry by his arm and they walked over to their room and closed the door quickly. 

As soon was I was alone in the living room, I began to rub my cunt furiously. I needed to come, and I needed it quickly. Judging from the moans I began to hear from Victoria and Henry's room, they felt the same way. 

I tiptoed to the door and put my ear against it. I wanted to beat myself off to the sound of their fucking. 

And they sounded like they were fucking furiously. I heard the unmistakable sound of Victoria bouncing up and down on Henry's dick. Straining my ears, I managed to hear their dirty talking. 

"Did you like her breasts dear? Weren't they lovely?" 

"Oh yes darling, they were beautiful"

"Would you like to play with them? " 

"Oh yes, I'd love to hold them in my hands. They are a handful"

"Darling, I'm so sorry I'm my bust is so much flatter than April's"

"Don't worry honey, I love your small titties, they are very elegant. And I'll be playing with April's tits as much as I want soon enough"

"Oh you bastard!"

"Yes, I think I should be the one to administer the next spanking, don't you? Perhaps I should play with her beautiful tits as I spank her?"

"Oh you fucking bastard, I can't believe it but yes, I want that, I want to watch you enjoy yourself playing with April's body. I want you to use that slut as much as you want!"

At this point, the three of us came in unison. I quietly tiptoed to my room, knowing that I would "forget" to wash my dishes again tomorrow.



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Author's note: This story is a fictional fantasy. I wasn't sure how to categorize it. There is gay male sex, although there is a female involved in the story. Since it's about submission, I thought I'd put it in the BDSM category.

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I had been surfing the internet for weeks, looking for a dominant male or couple that wanted to play with a bi curious male. I would describe myself as average looking, in his mid thirties, about average height. I'm a bit overweight, but not hugely fat. I'm very submissive. I work in an office, and don't make a huge amount of money. 

There seems to be cliché that all submissive men are powerful executives that turn to femdom to relieve themselves of the daily responsibilities they face. While there certainly are people like this, I believe that submissive men come from all occupations; BDSM may often blur sexual orientation. I'm into female domination, but I find myself attracted to shemales or fantasize about being with a dominant man, although I would consider myself straight. I know that I usually wanted a female involved in the domination, even with a man. 

I found mostly just swingers who weren't into BDSM, or couples that wanted to play with submissive females only. I finally thought I lucked out when I read an ad from a magazine in an adult video store I often frequented.

Dominant Older Male will Play With Gay, Bisexual, or Bi curious men. Must Be Clean, Obedient, and Very Submissive. My Wife will Assist Me. Tribute Required.

I contacted them, and we began to exchange emails. They seemed quite friendly, and open in their emails. They asked a lot of questions about my experience, and had I ever been with a man before. I told them about my bi curiosity, and interest in femdom. They told me that they were very strict, and that if I agreed to a session, I had to obey all their rules, and not back out. I agreed and we made a date. I was a bit disappointed that it was an older man and woman, but realized that meant he was probably experienced. They set a date for the session.

I walked up to the door of the house with my heart pounding nervously. I didn't know what to expect. I was as excited as I was scared. I still didn't have to go through with it. But the truth was I was too horny to back out. I was about to ring the doorbell when the door opened, startling me. Before me stood a woman in her late fifties. 

She had grey hair tied up in a tight bun, and wore thick plastic glasses. She was well over six feet tall, and a bit plump, but not fat. She wore a plain flower decorated blouse and a long skirt. Her breasts were large, and gravity was definitely taking over, as they sagged. She wore black, shiny pointed witch shoes with the buckles. She wore a stern look on her face. She reminded of a strict, older teacher I had in grade four. "I, uh," stammered, too scared and intimidated by this woman.

"I know who you are, and you're on time. That's good," she stated. She told me not to just stand there, but get my butt inside now.

"Yeah, right," I replied. 

"No, not yeah right. It's yes ma'am when I tell you to do something." 

"Yes ma'am," I corrected myself and hurriedly entered the house. 

She closed and locked the door behind me. 

"You're name in this house for the next little while is boy," she stated. I took my shoes and coat off, and before I could react, she grabbed my ear like a naughty schoolboy, and pulled me into her living room. 

"You have the tribute we discussed?" I gave it to her, and she looked at me half-amused, half-contemptuous. "Strip off all your clothes, fold them neatly, and place them over there," she pointed to the couch. I stripped to my briefs, but stopped there. I was too unsure of the whole thing.

"I don't know about this. Where is he anyway?" I asked. Ma'am got annoyed and looked at me.

"He'll be here, and you'll both get what you need, and maybe more, if that's what we decide. It's too late to back out now, anyway. I may be older, but I'm still pretty strong. I could easily grab you, and throw you out the door naked. And how do you suppose the police would respond if they saw you? I could tell them anything, like you tried to attack, rob or rape me. I'm here to prepare you for him. Now stop asking questions, and take off those shorts, boy," she demanded.

"Yes ma'am," I responded. She was right. It was too late to back out now. I stripped off my briefs; she looked right at my small penis. I was fully erect, just less than four inches. She burst out laughing. 

"You're cock is puny," she said. "No wonder you need to get buttfucked."

"It's not that small," I tried to defend myself. It was very humiliating, but my cock seemed to like it. It strained for relief already. 

"By the time we're done with you, you'll realize how small you really are boy."She grabbed me by the ear, and pulled me along into the bathroom. 

"Bend over the sink and stick your butt out. You'll be doing that later, so get used to it."

"Yes ma'am," I replied, meekly embarrassed. I had never been exposed like this before. The fact that she was almost old enough to be my mother added to my embarrassment. I heard her snap on rubber gloves. Without warning, she thrust her finger in my rosebud. I grunted and groaned and she pushed in further. She twisted her finger around, like she was trying to dig the final pickle out of a jar.

"You're really tight. My husband will like that. He'll enjoy you," she said smugly. She withdrew her finger, and before I could relax a bit, replaced it with something else. It felt warm, and wet. "I'm giving you two fleet enemas. Normally, I'd give you a soapy water one, but my water bag burst from overfilling it last time." I knew that soon I was going to feel like I would burst. I had to give myself a fleet enema once before when I had a colonoscopy. They were very effective. How was I going to take two? They could have asked me to do this myself, before I came over, but I realized she was doing it because it humiliated me and she enjoyed it.

As I felt the second one begin to cramp my bowels, I muttered out, "Uh fuck, I can't hold it." That was a big mistake. She became furious.

"What did you say, boy?! How dare you use foul language in this house, and in my presence? I'm going to teach you some respect. You're getting your filthy mouth washed out with soap." She grabbed my hair, and pulled me toward the sink. My bowels were aching for relief. She grabbed a bar of ivory soap out of the drawer, placed it under the running water, and lathered it up. "Open up your filthy mouth, boy," she commanded. I obeyed and she shoved the bar in my mouth, and moved it all over my tongue and teeth. It tasted so awful that I temporarily forgot about my desperate need to empty my bowels. She did this for about a whole agonizing minute. Then she stopped, and pulled the bar out. She let me spit out the remaining soap, but the awful taste lingered. I thought I might vomit. I wanted to rinse my mouth out, but Ma'am wanted me to suffer. 

"I'm going to leave you for five minutes to hold your enemas and think about how wrong it was of you to swear in my house. And to make sure you don't rinse your filthy mouth out, I'm going to tape it up," she informed me as she reached inside a drawer under the sink, and pulled out a heavy roll of industrial strength silver duck tape. She tore off a piece and plastered it over my mouth, pressing it down firm with her hand. "I'll be back in five minutes, and don't you dare take the tape off your mouth."

"Mephmmam," was all that could come out of my taped mouth, and my attempt to say 'yes ma'am.'

I clenched my butt cheeks to hold in the mess that churned in my guts. I stared at the clock on the bathroom counter. Five minutes felt like five hours. The wretched soapy taste lingered, as I couldn't open my mouth for air or water to rinse it out. 

Finally she returned, and told me, "You can poop out your enemas, but make sure you get it all out. My husband wants you clean inside for his cock. Oh, and leave the duck tape on. I like you better this way. No more annoying questions," she said. I nodded my head. I had no intentions of disobeying or angering this dominant, cruel older woman. 

I sat on the toilet and relieved my aching bowels. Now if I could just get this taste out of my mouth. I'd be getting something else in my mouth soon, but it wouldn't be soap. Despite my suffering, my little dick was still rock hard. After I had finished in the toilet, Ma'am dragged me naked by the ear into the shower stall, and ripped the tape off my stinging mouth. "All right, I want you to shower now, and wash yourself good. Pay special attention to your butthole, and tiny dick and balls. When you're done, dry yourself really well." She pulled out the roll of duck tape from the drawer and left it on the sink. Tear off a piece of the tape and put it over your mouth, before you come to the living room. I'm still angry over your foul language, and I like you better quiet." 

"Yes ma'am," I said. I couldn't believe how humiliating it all was, and how turned on I was. I scrubbed myself good in the shower. I took some water in my mouth, and tried to get the soapy taste out, but it lingered. Then I dried myself and put the tape over my mouth. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt ridiculous. I cautiously walked into the living room. Ma'am held a leather collar in one hand, and what looked like a butt plug in the other. 

"I know you think I'm cruel, boy, but I'm preparing you for my husband. He's much meaner than me. If he hears you swearing, he'll tan your hide until you cry. I'm still angry over what you did, but I'm merciful. I wasn't going to give you this butt plug, but I've reconsidered. After all, you didn't know how much we hate our boys swearing. This plug will make it easier when my husband does you in your butt. So bend over, and spread your cheeks for me." 

I nodded my head, wondering how much more humiliating preparation I needed for her husband. I bent over, and she spread lube into my ass, without saying anything further. She pushed it into my ass, and I grunted loudly. "Relax, and push out, or it will hurt," she explained. I did as she ordered, and it slid in. My butt cheeks clamped around it, holing it tight. It felt great, as it rubbed up against my prostate. "Now stand up, boy," she said. She held out the leather collar, and showed it to me. It had the words 'Slave Boy,' engraved on it. She fastened it tightly. Then she pulled out a thick, black permanent marker, and wrote the words 'Small, Useless, Penis' on my belly, with an arrow pointing straight towards my crotch. She said she wanted everyone to know I was a pindick if they saw me nude. I wouldn't be going swimming, or to the gym anytime soon.

"Since you told me your cock isn't too small, I've got an exercise that will help you realize it is. You're going to write lines for me." I looked at the table. There was large pad of paper and a pen. Sit your ass down, and write out this sentence." 'I have a tiny, puny pindick, and I need to get buttfucked by a real man.' She broke her own rule about swearing. I didn't dare mention it though. I wrote out the sentence, and looked at her. "Good, now write it another 499 times," she ordered, and laughed. "I'm going to relax, and watch TV while you toil away. Have fun," she chuckled and went to sit on the couch. 

I still had the gag over my mouth so I just nodded my head and got to work. I was submissive and wanted to please her. Besides, I was afraid she might punish me. I was frightened of her. After about half an hour she came over to make sure I was still working. She glanced over my shoulder, and I got so nervous I felt like I was in the first grade again. My hand ached from all the humiliating line writing. She was about to say something when her phone rang. "Hello? Yeah, Hon, I got him here, waiting for ya. I'm having lots of fun getting him ready. He's a real sissy boy. You'll have lots of fun with him. Oh really? Damn. I'll come get you. I'll take care of the boy," she said, then hung up. All right boy, here's the situation. My husband's car just died on him. I have to go pick him up, but I don't know what to do with you. I can't leave you here unattended," she said. I mumbled gibberish though the tape. Ma'am ripped the duck tape off my mouth. "What are you mumbling?" she asked. She ripped the tape off, stinging may face.

"I can stay here and wait by myself ma'am," I suggested. 

"No boy. That's no good. You might try to leave, or steal from us. I've gone through all the trouble to prepare you for my husband, and he wants you. I better restrain you, before I leave. Get up, and march into the basement." I did as ordered, and Ma'am followed me into the basement. "Stay here, and don't move. I'll be right back," she ordered.

"Yes ma'am," I responded. She came back into the room, her big boobs bobbing up and down as she descended the stairs. 

"You like my tits don't you boy? Well you're never going to see them or play with them. My husband and I like to swing, and play with real men, but you're just a pindicked boy. You're his plaything. So stop staring, and put your hands behind your back," she said. She was carrying metal handcuffs, and leg shackles.

"Yes ma'am," I responded, and immediately placed my hands behind me. 

"These are police issue handcuffs, and prisoner leg restraints. You'll never get free without the key. My brother used to be a cop." Her big boobs rubbed up against me, and I felt the cold metal on my wrists, and heard the click of the cuffs restraining me. Then she kneeled down, and snapped leg shackles on my ankles, hobbling me. "I should gag you again, but there's no need. I won't be here to listen to your annoying voice. Besides, this room is soundproof, so if you decide to yell nobody will hear you. I don't think you will anyway. I know you want this. You're really a cocksucker aren't you, boy?"

"Yes ma'am," I confessed my hidden gay desires. 

"I knew it the moment you and your puny dick responded to our ad," she laughed. With that said, she covered my eyes with a thick leather blindfold, like a sleep mask. "There. You won't be wandering around our house now. We'll be back in about half an hour and the real fun begins." She pushed me, and I fell back into what must have been a couch. "Stay still, and don't try to wander around or you'll hurt yourself. 

"Yes ma'am," I responded.

"Good. When I get back with my husband, you better be nice and respectful to him. It's 'yes sir', and 'no sir,' when you respond to him. Remember, you're just a boy, and not a real man. He is your superior, and so am I."

"Yes ma'am. I'll be good." I really wanted to please her.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I've got something for you. I'll be right back," she said excitedly I felt her come close to me. I could smell her lavender smell. Despite her cruelty and age, I was sexually attracted to her. I though maybe she would take pity on me, or do something nice like stroke my cock, but I was wrong. I felt her warm hand on my prick, and then felt her sprinkle something on my little cock, pubic crotch hairs, and balls. "In case you're wondering, I'm sprinkling something onto your little pindick and pubic area. It's itching powder. I made it myself, and I've tested it on other boys. Believe me that it works. You'll be in agony in a few minutes. You're going to itch, and itch, and itch," she said in an amused and satisfactory tone. 

My crotch began to tingle immediately. "Please ma'am. I've tried to be good," I begged and pleaded. "Don't leave me like this."

"I'm not doing this to punish you, boy. I'm doing it because I enjoy it. I soaped your mouth as punishment for swearing, but this is just for fun—well, my fun, not yours. Try not to think about the itching, and burning. Try to think about how good it'll feel to get your ass cherry popped."

I heard her walk up the stairs, and the basement door close. She left me in agony. The itching started immediately. My balls tingled, and cried out to be scratched, but of course I was handcuffed and had no way to relieve it. I tried to concentrate like she told me, and stay still, but it was next to impossible. The itching intensified as the minutes dragged on. Finally, I couldn't sit still, and turned over on my belly on the couch. I must have looked like a fish flopping out of water, because it was so hard to maneuver with my restraints, and blindfold. I rubbed vigorously against the couch with my crotch and balls in an attempt to gain relief. It didn't help much. I tried hard to remain still, but only lasted for a few minutes, before returning to rubbing against the couch. 

I repeated this pattern, over and over again for what seemed like and eternity, until I heard foot steps on the stairs, and a strong male voice, "What the hell are you doing?"

I forgot about the rules, and replied, "I'm so itchy, I can't stand it." I felt a strong hand grab my hair and yank it back.

"What did you say bitch?" a strong male voice demanded. It was her husband.

"I'm sorry," I pleaded. "I'm just so itchy, sir," remembering his wife's instructions. He released my hair.

"She used the powder on you, didn't she," he said laughing. "Believe it or not, that means she likes you."

"If you say so sir," I responded, but had a hard time believing it. 

"Why are you here, boy?" he demanded.

"I have a tiny, puny pindick, and I need to get buttfucked by a real man, sir," I responded without even thinking. His wife's line writing had really sunk in effectively. 

"Good. I'm glad you know why you are here, but I have to punish you for failing to call me by my proper title and swearing. I'm going to give you a strapping," he announced matter of factly. My pounding heart sank, and I became afraid. Part of me wished I had never come to this cruel, dominant couple, yet another part was so aroused that my cock hurt and dripped precum. The fear over the punishment made me forget the itching. Sir returned and had me hobble over to a table. He told me to put my chest on the table and hold still. 

"Wow, she really does like you," he said noticing the plug in my butt. "If she doesn't like you, she won't plug you. I'm going to give you 15 whacks—ten for not remembering to call me sir and swearing, and five for my own pleasure."

I didn't know what to say, so I kept my mouth shut. I had never been strapped before. I had fooled around with a girl once who had playfully spanked me, but I had never been strapped, especially not by a man. I was still blindfolded, so I wondered what Sir looked like. My thoughts were interrupted very quickly.

Whack! The strap hit my butt hard, making me cringe. It hurt, but I was sure I could take more, not that he was giving me a choice.

Whack! 

"This is what you get for not remembering that I'm your superior," he said. Whack! Whack! Each one seemed to come down harder than the next. It hurt so bad, I couldn't believe it. He strapped my butt relentlessly. All I wanted was for it to stop. Tears began to stream down my eyes. Ma'am was right. He was much meaner than her. Finally, he stopped at number ten. I had lost count in my misery, so I thought it was over.

"Aren't you going to thank me for punishing you?" he asked.

I mumbled out, "Thank you for punishing me, sir." I was so relieved it was over, but I was wrong.

"Now you'll get the final five straps for my pleasure," he announced.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! The last five were even harder than the last ten. I was in near shock from the pain. My cock had softened during the intense pain, but now it began to rise up again. I needed and wanted more humiliation, no matter how hard I tried to deny it. My male superior wasted no time in providing it. 

"Get on your knees boy," he ordered.

"Yes, sir," I obeyed, although it was awkward to kneel. I still had the blindfold on. I smelled something musky near my face. Then I felt something being dragged all over my face. It felt moist, and he slapped it all over my face. It was his cock. 




Dominated By and Older Couple



"Open up, boy, and stick out your tongue," he ordered. I did as my superior ordered. He rubbed his cock all over it, and I tasted his salty precum. It was the first new taste I had in my mouth since the bar of soap. It was kind of repulsive, yet I had no urge to resist. I had never had a man do these things to me. I still wondered what he looked like, but the blindfold his wife had put on me earlier was extremely effective. I was in the dark until he decided otherwise. Then he shoved his cock into my mouth. It happened so fast, I had no time to prepare. I gagged and he laughed. 

"Suck it good boy," he ordered. I obeyed him, and sucked it. I no longer cared whether I was gay or bisexual. All I knew was that I wanted his cock, and had to obey this dominant man. Sir began to face fuck me and I gagged trying to take all of dick in my mouth. 

"You're a good cocksucker boy," he told me. I felt proud that my superior was praising me. He pulled out his cock, and told me that I was so good at sucking cock that he was going to cum and he didn't want to yet. He took off my handcuffs and leg shackles, but left the blindfold on. "You don't deserve to see me," he informed me. He was sure I wouldn't resist him and he was right. "Get on all fours like a dog," he ordered. 

I obliged and he came up behind me. He pulled the buttplug out, and it felt strange without something in my ass. He took care of that quickly, as he shoved his finger in my ass, and I grunted like a pig. I felt him shove in a couple more. "I'm going to fuck you now, boy," he said, breaking his own rule about swearing. "Push out like you're taking a dump, and it won't hurt as much," he explained. 

I felt him enter me, and I did as he suggested. I pushed out like I was giving birth, but instead of something leaving me something entered me. It still hurt, but not horribly, thanks to the loosening work the plug had done. I grunted as I took him all in. 

"Oh yeah, you're nice and tight," he said enjoying himself. He began to thrust in and out, pumping harder. My cock ached for relief as he continued to make me his bitch. He pulled out and told me to lie on my back and put my legs in the air. He put his legs over my shoulder, and entered me again. I felt like a cheap hooker. He began to buttfuck me again. I lost track of time, and then I heard him say the clichéd words I had heard in so many porn movies. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum." He pulled out and then I felt his cum splatter all over my face. I felt cheap, humiliated and used. But it wasn't over yet. 

"Stay right where you are, I'm not done with you yet," he ordered. He left the room, and came back and kneeled down beside me. I felt him unroll a condom onto my throbbing little cock. Maybe he was going to suck me? "I'm not going to suck you if that's what you think. You're too inferior to get sucked, but I want your cum," he told me. I knew better than to protest, although I wasn't sure why he wanted my cum. 

"Yes sir," was all I could think of to say.

He began to stroke my erection. He rubbed it up and down, giving me a forceful hand job. It didn't take long for me to erupt. I grunted and shot my load, filling the condom full of my jism. It was finally over, and a wave of satisfaction, combined with my humiliated feeling of being used left me exhausted.

"Open up, you're going to eat your cum," stated sir in a matter of fact tone. I had been curious about eating my own cum before, but whenever I ejaculated, the curiosity was replaced with indifference, or even repulsion. That was strange considering what I had allowed this dominant couple to do to me. I shook my head no, but sir pinched my nose, and thrust my jaw open like he was about to give me CPR, but instead of rescue breathing, I received cum swallowing, as he emptied the condom into my mouth. "Swallow it, wait for a minute, then take your blindfold off, and go upstairs. Then get dressed and leave." 

I did as instructed, and there was no sign of ma'am when I left. I left with mixed feelings. I felt a bit ashamed and completely humiliated at what they had done to me, but yet my cock was already stirring, just thinking about it. I wished I could go back and continue to serve this dominant couple in some way.

A couple of weeks later, I was doing some shopping at a local grocery store. I wasn't even thinking about my experience when I bumped into a man from behind with my grocery cart. He turned around and looked at me annoyed, but then he grinned at me. He was very short, kind of stocky, and balding, with a moustache. He looked like he was in his late fifties. 

"I'm sorry, I," he cut me off before I could finish my sentence. 

"No problem. Next time, just watch where you're going, boy," he replied amused. I nearly dropped the can of soup I was holding. "Hey hon, look who I've run into, again," he said. Standing next to my superior male, was my superior female, or ma'am as I had called her. They both grinned.



Dominated By Best Friend's Uncle



Almost September. First year university was just a few short weeks away. I was alternately excited and anxious at the prospect; sometimes both at once. I wasn't the most socially outgoing guy. Raised in a typical repressed suburban WASP family (my parents were definitely not swinging suburbanites) I felt a little green and naïve about the world. I had an off again on again relationship with a girl that wasn't going to survive my going away to college. Becky was as timid about intimacy as I was and sexually we hadn't moved beyond 3rd base. I feared that my social anxieties would continue and I would leave university still a virgin.

There were other complications. Something about me seemed to make me attractive to older men. My body had some kind of magnetic effect on their hands which regularly found opportunities to brush against my groin or slide cross my ass. What were worse these surreptitious violations filled me with confusion. All my unacted-upon sexual urges kept me pretty randy and my body would flush with heat and desire from their attention.

I didn't really know what made me such a target. I didn't know what a prize and temptation a young slender male body, smooth skinned and hairless with a bubble butt, was to some older men. (Like I said, I was a little naïve.) Even my family doctor seemed to feel a need to give me regular prostate exams that seemed to me to go on an unnecessarily long time. When my chubby six inch cock would get erect from his attentions he would assure me that this was natural and I needn't feel embarrassed. Easy for him to say as he was gently holding my balls and asking me to cough (again) before he bent me, bare-assed, over his examination table and gently held my cheeks apart for his probing finger. 

However I digress. Here it was, August; hot and sticky even out here in the suburbs. In the dog days waiting for school to start my buddy, Jim, and I would sometimes pitch his family tent in the backyard and sleep out in the wilds of suburbia. We'd create our version of a sultan's hideaway: junk food, soda, comic books and, of course, erotic pulp fiction. Our 'camping rituals always included staying up and reading racy passages out loud, agitating the hell out of each other. Occasionally it would lead to a little mutual groping but we were both too afraid to take things any further. 

This was before the age of the internet when sexually erotic and explicit books and magazines were not easy to come by for randy young men such as ourselves. Luckily the owner of our local corner store turned a blind eye to our occasional X-rated purchases. (A few times he hinted that I could come by later and have a look at his more extensive personal collection; an invitation that I found at once both terrifying and arousing). I still get excited remembering how his eyes would slowly look me over as I was making up my mind which titillating book to buy. He would stand close to me, checking me out, his roaming hands finding different 'friendly' strategies to brush across the front of my jeans or even squeeze my perky little buns. I accepted his attention as an unspoken fee for ringing up my illicit purchases.

Those hot summer nights in my friend's tent were filled with almost unbearable sexual arousal but they never really went anywhere. I guess Jim and I were both too afraid to move into the dark dangerous waters of acting on our arousal. Even though we were both really turned on, our fantasies were about having incredible sex with gorgeous girls and being seduced by gorgeous women- not making out with guys. Still we would push it to, what was for us, the limit.

This year we were both getting ready to move off to different universities and we planned one more night in the tent as part of our send off. Jim lived across the road from me and both our parents regarded our backyard 'camping' excursions as a little weird but tolerated them with some amusement. 

This year Jim's older uncle, Dave, was living with his family. He was a friendly, slightly greying older guy with a great sense of humour. For a guy in his 60's he was in great shape. You could tell that he worked out and took care of himself. He loved grabbing me or Jim and wrestling us to the floor in the family rec room. The rest of the family paid little attention and would step over and around our writhing and wriggling bodies. When no one else was in the room Uncle Dave's hands tended to wander. Like the owner of the corner store, he would grab my ass (what is it about a bubble-butt that says 'fondle me, please'?), or, give my crotch a quick squeeze. I didn't really mind his roaming hands. I just thought he was being playful and, compared to other adults I knew, he was easy to talk to and be around so I cut him a lot of slack. Secretly it fueled many late night masturbation sessions.

He was Jim's favourite uncle and I could see why. Jim felt so comfortable with him that he even told Dave about our titillating reading sessions and even our timid mutual groping. I was upset with Jim for divulging our little secret but he said his uncle just laughed and said that our behaviour was normal for young men. In fact, he was surprised we hadn't gone further with each other! I know that I was blushing at the thought as Jim related this to me and, although neither of us admitted it, it probably prompted us to have one more backyard grope adventure before we headed off to school.

Even though we were older we gathered our usual supplies together including a couple of new racy paperbacks. As I was carting my stuff across the road to Jim's backyard I was grateful Becky had no idea how sexually stirred up I was at spending the night in a tent with a guy. Still I had no intention of engaging in any direct sex play with my friend; it just seemed too gross.

It was just beginning to get dark as we finished getting the tent erected and set-up. Dave came out a few times to watch us in our preparations. Once again I could feel myself blushing as I thought about Jim sharing our innocent secret. My whole body heated up more when I would catch Dave casually looking me over. I remembered the clerk at the corner store watching me with similar lusting eyes and my cock involuntarily began to awaken. (What was wrong with me? I liked girls, dammit!) I had the feeling he wanted an invite to join us for the night but there was no way that was going to happen!

Finally we were all set up, junk food, lanterns, beverages; the tent was ready. As I was getting settled Jim said that he had to go in for a few minutes to brush his teeth and stuff. I took advantage of his absence to strip off all my clothes and slide into my sleeping bag. The feeling of the flannel material against my naked skin aroused me and within moments I was sporting a hard erection. Wow, I thought, you are one randy boy!

While waiting for Jim to return I began to doze off, laying naked on my stomach in the soft sleeping bag. Because it was so hot and sticky that night, the bag was unzipped down one side and my leg and part of my ass was partially sticking out to help cool my lower body. The lantern cast a warm glow over my smooth flesh. Showing a little flesh to each other was almost as risque as Jim and I ever got.

Eventually Jim came back out- bringing his uncle with him! Dave must have got a good eyeful of my exposed buns before I jerked back into my bag but he acted like nothing had happened. "I'm not planning on staying." he said, ''Just thought you boys might want to join me for a nightcap." There were three glasses in his hands and he carefully passed one to Jim and then one to me.

My body was flooded with warmth from my first sip. I'd never had hard alcohol before and this drink, mixed with orange juice, seemed awfully strong. But Dave kept making up toasts that had us laughing and emptying our glasses in no time. I began to feel the buzz and just a little woozy from the spiked drink. It seemed to have a different effect on Jim. He quickly became sleepier and sleepier and suddenly he was passed out asleep!

"It's okay." said Dave, when I expressed my surprise. "I think that boy's going to be out till morning." As he spoke he reassuringly squeezed and caressed my shoulder. Giving me a final little squeeze he withdrew his hand saying: "Not to worry. I've been wanting a little tent adventure myself. Is it okay if I stay for a little while?" 

What he meant by a tent adventure and why he figured Jim would sleep till morning puzzled me a little. I was uncomfortable and confused and yet weirdly missing the warmth of his big hands on my shoulder! My throat went dry. "No." I whispered, "I guess not."

"Great!" Ignoring my hesitancy and discomfort, he reached over and playfully squeezed my neck. 'I was hoping you'd say that.' His hand lingered on my neck then casually slid down across my shoulder nudging my sleeping bag towards my waist as it withdrew. I felt the cooler air on my back enlivening my senses. I wanted to pull my cover back up but was afraid to offend Dave. He seemed unaware and carried on talking as if nothing had happened.

I lay on my side facing him across the narrow space growing more and more comfortable as he joked with me and we downed the chips and soda. Being a little tipsy made everything taste great and I began to relax.

At this point I was exposed from the waist up. Still I felt fuzzy and comfortable even when Dave would occasionally reach over and give me a gentle push to accentuate his playful way of teasing and joking. Somehow his warm hands always managed to linger or slightly caress my skin without setting off any alarms inside me.

At one point as the conversation waned I closed my eyes and half fell over onto my back. It was an innocent move but I could feel the material of my sleeping bag slide down below my belly button coming to rest just above my pubic bone. I felt a rush of heat and arousal course through my body. My eyes were closed but I could feel Dave's his eyes drinking in my exposed flesh. I imagined him wondering what was just below my flimsy covering. Unbidden, I stared to grow a chubby and felt it stirring against my belly.

Perhaps he sensed what was happening to me as his next words came out quietly yet sent shivers through my entire body. "So, where are you hiding the good stuff?" My eyes shot open and found his, looking amusedly into mine. I managed only a dumb. "What?"

He laughed and said: "The books! Jim told me you guys found some hot stuff!"

I blushed and laughed, relieved but still flushed with heat. "Oh, yeah, they are up here." Turning onto my stomach I stretched towards the corner of the tent where the books were stashed. As I was reaching I felt the sleeping bag creeping down, exposing the soft rise of my buttocks. The alcohol was loosening my discretion and making me oddly daring. I prolonged and deepened my stretch getting a little thrill as my covers slid seductively down to the top of my ass crack.

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Pausing to give him time to drink in my exposed flesh illuminated in the soft glow of the lantern, I turned and slid back down into the bag. "Here they are." As I handed him the books I thought that I saw a little disappointment in his eyes. By this point I was sporting a raging hard-on! What was I thinking; teasing this 60 year old man with glimpses of my exposed body? I struggled through my intoxicated state to try and regain some self-control wishing I could run back home to my safe bed.

Dave's voice sounded a little husky as he checked out the books, announcing that they indeed looked like pretty hot stuff. "So, Jim said you guys take turns reading the best passages to each other, is that right?" "Yes." I croaked. Clearing my throat I tried again but my voice still came out as a whisper, "Yes." I repeated.

"Why don't you start and then I'll take a turn?" Reading soft core porn with a man who could be my grandfather! Too late to back out now. Lying on my stomach and moving the lantern closer I quickly located a steamy passage and with a halting, slightly stammering voice I began to read. Dave reached over, laying a hand on my back: "Relax" he encouraged. "Just pretend I'm Jim."

He massaged my shoulders and slowly my breathing and my reading evened out. The passage was engaging and arousing me and Dave's hand helped somehow as his hands moved from massaging my shoulders to gently, idly, stroking my back. I began to realize where things were heading and I felt my body slowly, excitedly submitting to his seduction. 

Dave's warm hand was confidently moving further and further down my back with each caress, almost by chance nudging my sleeping bag until it rested once more on the swell of my buttocks. His fingers lingered making small circles on the soft smooth flesh at the rise of my buns before becoming emboldened and sliding down to give my left butt cheek a gentle squeeze. The movement pushed the sleeping bag down to the tops of my thighs and a small sigh escaped my lips as he began to caress and fondle my ass.

"You like this don't you." He whispered, more a statement than a question. "Don't you." He repeated when I didn't answer. "Yes." I stammered bright red with shame and arousal.

For a while he was content to let his hand roam unimpeded over my tender, plump behind. My legs widened involuntarily at his touch and his fingers made gentle circles on the soft flesh of my bottom, occasionally straying deeper to massage the skin between my genitals and my anus. The book was forgotten as I succumbed to his experienced touch. I writhed and pushed my hard cock against the ground as his hand travelled down the backs of my thighs and back up to squeeze and caress my bubble butt.

Dave moved in closer and began to trail light kisses down my back as his hand continued to roam freely over my naked body. I shivered as his lips touched the tender flesh of my ass cheeks. Kissing and occasionally grazing my flesh with his teeth, his hand and mouth were all over the firm creamy flesh of my buns. I felt the urgency in Dave increase as he licked and probed slightly into my crack, gently pushing my right cheek aside to give his probing tongue more access. By this time the sleeping bag was completely pushed off. I was exposed and naked to his desire and Dave was still fully clothed!

My ass was lifting involuntarily towards his tongue as I writhed and moaned, silently begging him to tongue fuck my ass even though I had no real idea what that meant. Dave shifted his body to comply. With both hands free to maneuver my body as he wished, he eased my ass cheeks further apart as his tongue penetrated to the depths of my crack, licking across my virgin rosebud and making my whole body shiver with delight.

As his hot wet tongue probed my little rosebud I reached behind me, cupping the back of his head and urging him deeper. My moans louder and more prolonged (was anyone within hearing range?) and I shuddered and bucked as Dave hungrily ate my ass. He seemed to have some sixth sense, pushing me to the edge of orgasm then backing off till I regained some control then masterfully tonguing me back to the edge. 

When I thought that I could take no more he suddenly stopped and pulled back. I felt like an overly aroused rag doll as he gently pushed me over onto my back and drank in my raging erect six inches with hungry eyes. Soon his hands were running over my chest and belly, lingering and pulling at my nipples, soft fingertips trailing down to my pubic hair and back, stroking me everywhere while managing to avoid my straining member.

I closed my eyes and arched as his lips touched and pulled at my nipples, sucking them in gently like he was nursing. His kisses travelled up to the crook of my neck then suddenly, fiercely, he was kissing me on the lips! I struggled. Somehow in all this, kissing a man was going too far but he persisted trying to press his tongue between my closed teeth. As I resisted his hand slid down my belly and took hold of my erection and gently pulled. I gasped and his tongue plunged down my throat. I moaned in abandon, resistance dissolved and found myself kissing him back passionately as his hand continued to tug on my rock hard cock.

Dave broke the kiss briefly looking deep into my eyes, both of us acknowledging that he was in complete control. He began kissing his way back down my chest as his fingers trailed through my pubic hair and made soft small circles on my belly. Slowly his lips were coming closer to his fingers and he was kissing my belly and rubbing his face on my hard cock, breathing in my animal scent.

I felt small tender kisses working their way up my engorged shaft to the tip of my penis. He paused then lowered his hot warm wet mouth over my circumcised head licking and sucking the precum that had gathered at the tip. Seemingly satisfied with the taste he lowered his head and took my full length into mouth. I gasped and cried out as I felt the heat of his tongue working the length of my shaft. With low animal moans, Dave took me in deeper as the hot pit of his throat muscles pulled and massaged my throbbing erection.

My hips bucked and pressed up as if to try and shove my cock as deeply into his throat as I could. Dave's right hand was pressed against my left inner thigh keeping my groin open to his assault. Meanwhile his left hand had slid underneath my ass squeezing my ass cheeks and pushing his middle finger down towards my innocent rosebud. He was going to fuck my ass! 

As his finger penetrated and gently pushed pass the ring of my anal muscles I felt like I was losing my mind. Somehow this was more than I expected but with his hot mouth pleasuring my cock I had no ability to resist. He was sucking me hard and now there were two fingers stretching my opening. Then three! I bucked and jumped but Dave stayed on me, licking my balls then returning to his enthusiastic deep throating as his fingers prepared my back door for his next violation.

I grabbed a pillow and moaned and screamed into it as I felt my cock stiffen and swell even more. "I'm coming!" I managed to gasp which only caused Dave to intensify his sucking and pulling on myswelling sausage. My body arched, my eyes rolled back into my head and I pumped load after load down Dave's eager throat. He sucked it back gleefully. I don't think a drop escaped his lips but he licked my cock over thoroughly to make sure.

Suddenly Dave released me and I lay there panting, slick with sweat and drunk with satisfaction. He took me in his arms, cuddling me and kissing me tenderly. I had no resistance. Slowly my breath began to settle and I relaxed deeper into Dave's embrace. He let his hands roam over my body, randomly squeezing and caressing my nakedness. I could feel the hardness of his own erection pressing into me as he gently hugged me to him.

"Well," He said "haven't you been a naughty little boy! I think that bare little bum of yours needs a good paddling." I chuckled, thinking that he was joking but the joke was on me. Before I could react he had turned me back onto my stomach and laid his full weight across my upper body. 

"Stop it!" I laughed but my laughter was cut short by a resounding 'SMACK!' on my right buttock! I yelped more from surprise than pain. Before I could protest, 'SMACK!' on my left buttock! Now he was spanking me with regular fairly hard smacks and before long my firm jiggling buns were burning and tingling. I gave up struggling, surrendering to his admittedly more stimulating than harsh spankies; within moments I was sporting another raging hard-on! 

I was half squealing, half laughing for him to stop when he finally let up and switched to gently stroking my bare behind, leaning down occasionally to plant tender cool kisses on my burning buns. Once more I found my legs naturally spreading to offer him more access. Dave assisted me, pushing my legs even further apart as he repositioned himself to kneel between my legs. I heard him undoing his belt buckle and the whisper of his zipper as he opened his fly.




Dominated By Best Friend's Uncle



This was it. He was going to fuck my virgin ass! I began to panic. 

"No, stop. Don't."

"No! Really!" I cried. He disregarded my plea and pushed his trousers down to his knees while his right hand kept me pinned to the ground. I tried to wriggle out from his grasp but he only used the opportunity to slide a pillow under my hips making my little virgin hole more accessible for his pleasure. Occasionally there would be another "SMACK!" on my ass, a little harder this time to keep me in line.

From somewhere (he came prepared!) he produced a small bottle of oil and proceeded to pour it down into my ass crack. His warm strong hand rubbed the oil down into my crack and lubricated my as yet unviolated rosebud. I heard him stroking his own hard cock with the oil that remained on his hands and felt the soft rubbery tip begin to push between my burning buns.

"Relax, my love," he said as his hard insistent rod pushed on my tender hole. "I'm going to fuck your hot bum and take your little cherry. After tonight you'll belong to me." My struggle was weak and fruitless. The head of his engorged penis gently but firmly pressed on my opening but even after his previous stretching of my anal muscles I remained closed to penetration. "Take a deep breath and hold it as long as you can then blow it out." he commanded.

I obeyed him poised over me as he was. When I let go my breath he pushed and suddenly the head of his hot member had penetrated my hole. I gasped still struggling but Dave just held his cock in place not trying to push it in deeper. As I adjusted to his penetration he began to push firmly and gently, slowly sinking his meat all the way up my defenceless ass. I could feel his balls on the back of my legs as he held his full length inside me. After a few moments he began to gently ass-fuck me. At first I felt like I needed to badly have a bowel movement. I was more uncomfortable than in pain though and soon my muscles softened and opened to him. Dave picked up the rhythm, grunting and plunging into me with increasing enthusiasm. "Oh, Jesus!" he moaned, "You are so tight!" 

His groans increased as he began to pound my firm young ass harder and harder and I was groaning right along with him. Once again my pulsing cock had become rock hard. His hand snaked underneath me and grasped my rigid rod, pulling and tugging on it as he drove me into the ground with his piston like thrusts. His breathing became more ragged as I felt his penis swelling inside me and then he was filling me up with the hot liquid of his come. His moans came from deep inside him as he grabbed my hips and pumped load after load of hot cum deep into my bowels. My own breath was coming out in gasps as I clutched at my sleeping back and took the punishment.

At the height of his orgasm I happened to look over where Jim was sleeping and was shocked to find his eyes glued on us, watching in fascination as his Uncle Dave took his best friend up the ass. With a final groan Dave collapsed on top of me; both of us soaked with sweat and juices. I glanced over at Jim again but he was pretending to be asleep. I felt a pop as Dave's cock softened and pulled out of my ravaged hole. 

We lay exhausted like that for a while. I dozed off and when I awoke Dave was gone and I was spread-eagled on my stomach, spent and defenseless. Slowly I drifted back into a drugged sleep. Sometime later, (2 minutes, 2 hours?) I started to climb back towards consciousness. Someone was moving me onto my back and repositioning my legs, lifting them and draping them over their shoulders. With eyes closed I thought: "Oh no! Dave has come back for seconds!" 

I pushed feebly against him as my legs were adjusted raising my tender bottom and spreading me open for greater ease of entry. This was too much. I opened my eyes ready to protest this second violation as I felt a hard cock once more beginning to press on my desecrated opening preparing for penetration. In shock I saw that Dave hadn't returned for more. My best friend, Jim was poised to take advantage of my defenceless bare ass! Seeing me off guard he acted without ceremony, swiftly, plunging the full length of his throbbing member up to the hilt.

I cried out, more in pain this time but Jim was oblivious to my discomfort. His face was contorted with lust and he pushed my knees even higher going at his best friend's ass with frenzied abandon, pounding my poor buns with obvious delight. Seeing his Uncle take me earlier seemed to have unleashed his restraints and make him feel that it was open season on my little rosebud. He panted and groaned as he drove into me, obviously excited to be raping my ass. Thankfully his excitement was so great that he didn't last long and soon his hot cum was spurting up inside me. His body spasmed as he pushed his last thrust as deeply into me as he could and held his hot cock there until it was thoroughly pumped dry. 

He fell away from me panting and flushed and rolled back over onto his sleeping bag. Neither one of us had spoken a word nor did we speak now, me from shock, Jim, no doubt, from complete satiation.

Early next morning before Jim awoke I gathered up my belongings and limped back to my house eager to get in the shower before my parents could see me and start asking questions. As I washed away the sweat and cum and other bodily fluids I decided that I was eager to get away to college as soon as possible and planned to avoid Jim and his Uncle Dave until I left. Two more weeks and I'd be gone.