7 comments/ 43876 views/ 34 favorites Anal Sarah By: ArtyGee This is a work of erotic fiction and of course none of the events described herein have ever happened. I really appreciate your supportive comments and constructive criticism, but nasty and or downright abusive anonymous comments will be deleted. It's OK if you don't like this story go read someone else's. * Jake and I have been happily married for 5 years now and the only fly in the ointment from my perspective is that he has wanted nothing to do with anal sex. Before I met Jake , I enjoyed anal with several of my boyfriends. Whenever I asked him to try it he completely shut down. It was the only subject upon which we could find no agreement. For five years I periodically tried to initiate anal sex and for five years I was frustrated by his refusal. As much as I missed it, there was no way I was going to destroy my marriage by having an affair so I had pretty much resigned myself to living without, until six months ago. I have known Jake's best friend Brad almost as long as I have known Jake, during which time he has passed through a series of girlfriends, none lasting more than a few months. Although we had become close, and I had always wondered about it, I never really asked him why he hadn't been able to settle down. That is, until the three of us were alone and stupid drunk at a party at his place. After a short pause, he and Jake looked at each other and Jake told me that they used to call Brad Pee Wee when they were in school. Brad then explained that his penis was "less than average" and most women quickly became dissatisfied. When I heard that, I laughed so hard I almost choked. Brad is a robust man with a good build. I assumed this was all bullshit, and I told them so. Jake insisted it was true and we bantered back and forth. I don't know what possessed me but I eventually told them that a big guy like Brad couldn't be that small, and if they wanted me to believe that crap they would have to prove it. The room was suddenly silent as Jake looked at Brad and told him to show me. In his drunken state Brad slowly opened his pants and pulled out his cock. I was stunned. At first glance Brad's penis seemed to be about 4 inches long and not much thicker than my index finger. I stared at his crotch for almost a minute before Brad tucked himself in and zipped up his pants. When the shock started to wear off I choked back a laugh, and then saw the hurt look on his face. I tried to apologize but the only thing that popped into my head was that it was the perfect size for anal. "Oh Brad. It would be perfect for anal, we just need to find you the right girl and I'm sure you'll both be happy. I know I would be." I said the last part of that fateful sentence without thinking and when I looked at Jake for support I saw his face going beet red. "You and your damned anal," he shouted. "It's not bad enough you have been pestering me for years, now you are going after our friends! Well I've had it. If you want it so bad why don't you stay here with PeeWee and get all the anal you want?" With that he stormed out of the house and he was gone. I was drunk and I was mad and I was devastated that my husband had just told me to have sex with his friend. I started crying and ran to the bathroom. After a couple minutes I stopped crying and the anger took over. There was a gentle rap at the door and Brad asked if I was OK. I swung the door open and was ready to take it out on him, but the gentle look of concern on his face stopped me in my tracks. "I'm sorry about tonight," he said. "I'm sure if we all just sleep it off, Jake will calm down and everything can return to normal. Let's just go back in the living room and have another drink to calm ourselves." Another drink was probably the last thing I needed, but I followed him down the hall and sat on the sofa. Brad handed me my drink and I took a big swallow. It was a lot stronger than I am used to but I took another big gulp before setting my near empty glass on the coffee table. Brad put his drink on the coffee table too and sat beside me. He gently took me in his arms and hugged me telling me again that Jake was sure to come around by morning. As I sat with Brad hugging me on the couch, all I could think of was how mad I was at Jake for telling me to have sex with Brad and how perfectly Brad's cock would fit in my bottom. "I've never known a girl who was interested in anal before," he whispered. "Do you really think it's perfect for that? Would you really be happy to have my cock in your ass? I've always thought you were beautiful and I particularly love to watch you from behind. I love your ass, and right now this whole scenario has made me as hard as a rock." At those words, I looked down at his crotch and saw the little tent in his pants. That last drink was kicking in, adding to the anger and frustration I was feeling. I leaned in and kissed Brad. Hard. Then I opened my lips and pushed my tongue into his mouth. His response was immediate and he pushed me back on the couch. We were all over each other; Kissing and feeling each other up. I hadn't felt this kind of passion since my teenage years and my body was on fire. It didn't take long for our clothes to start coming off and then, suddenly, we were naked together. I could feel Brad's hard-on against my leg and in my passion I reached down to hold it. It was a little larger now that it was hard, but it still fit perfectly into my palm. "I want you," I breathed. "I want you in my ass. Have you got any lube or anything?" "I think my last girlfriend left something in the nightstand. Something she used with her vibrator after we made love." This last said with a bit of a sigh. My arousal, drunkenness and anger were now joined by pity for what this poor guy had to endure from the bitches he had dated. Fearing that the mood was breaking, Brad picked me up and ran to the bedroom, dropping both of us onto his huge feather bed. He quickly reached into the drawer and pulled out a squeeze bottle of lube. "Roll over," he commanded. "Roll over and spread those beautiful cheeks. I'll do the honours." I dutifully reached back and spread myself and jumped a little when I felt the cold drizzle of the lube hit my little hole. Brad leaned down onto me and started to massage the lube around my anus sending me to new heights of arousal and need. "Stick your finger in," I groaned. "Lube me up inside too. I'm so ready." He did as requested and gently inserted first one and then as I relaxed, another finger into my willing hole. Suddenly he was gone and I felt myself being flipped again onto my back. Brad pulled my hips to the edge of the bed and then put my feet up on his shoulders. "I want to watch your face as I fuck you in the ass." he growled. He rubbed his dick around the lube between my cheeks and then he pressed the head against my asshole. When he pushed, he slid all the way in without stopping. I let out a satisfied moan as he slid in and continued to moan as he started his steady in-out rhythm. He reached down with his hands and fondled my breasts, pulling aggressively on my nipples and causing me to groan even louder. Suddenly his hands left my body. "Tell me how much you like it Sara," he grunted."Tell me that I am the perfect fit for your ass. Call me by name" I had known several men who liked to hear dirty talk while having sex and so I knew what Brad wanted. "Oh Brad. Your cock feels fantastic in my ass. I love having your perfect little cock fucking my ass," I responded. "Oh, fuck me Bradley. Pull my tits. Make me come Bradley. Do it. Fuck my ass" Spurred on by my response, Brad increased his tempo and pulled harder on my tits. He was no longer the gentle Brad who had seduced me in the living room. He was becoming the aggressor, a rutting bull intent on claiming his prize. Once again he let go of me but continued to ram in and out of my asshole "Reach down and play with your pussy Sara. Play with your pussy and make yourself cum for me. Tell me what you are doing. " As directed, I reached down to my crotch and began to rub my clit side to side. This sent me into a new level of arousal. Without conscious thought, my other hand ran down my tummy and I slipped a finger into my pussy. I could feel Brad's cock through the thin membrane between my pussy and ass. Feel his cock sliding past my finger as he fucked me at a frantic pace. He let out a loud groan. "I'm playing with my pussy Brad. I have my finger in my cunt. I can feel you with my finger. Feel you sliding in and out of my ass as you fuck me Bradley. Oh gawd, Brad, I'm going to cum. OH GAWD." It was too overpowering, like a freight train coming down the track. I was going to cum and nothing could stop me. Nothing that is except stopping. Suddenly, Brad grabbed my hands and held them away from my pussy. At the same time he stopped moving standing dead still with my feet still on his shoulders and his cock completely buried in my ass. "DON'T!" He growled. "Don't you cum yet Sara. Hold it. Hold it. DON'T!" The shock of his harsh words derailed the orgasm train and I looked at him with confusion. "You don't come without my permission so beg for it Sara. Beg" I was so crazy horny, stupid drunk and right on the edge of orgasm that I didn't even think. "Please Brad. Please can I cum? Please let me cum Brad. I'm so close, so close. Please," I pleaded. "What will you do for me?" He demanded. "If I let you cum now Sara, will you let me fuck you again later?" "Yes. Yes, we can fuck again later if you just let me cum NOW," I whined. Brad let go of both my hands and stroked into me a few times then stopped again. I was crazy with lust. I whipped my head back and forth, pounded my fists into the mattress, trying to cum, trying not to, I didn't care, anything but hanging on the edge like this. "Will you let me fuck you whenever I want? Will you be my butt slut Sara?" He demanded. I could hardly make sense of what he was saying. I was out of my mind. At that moment I would have agreed to anything. I probably would have committed murder. "YES. YES. I swear to God. Anything. Just let me CUM," I pleaded. I was almost crying in frustration. "OK then" he said "Cum for me. Just don't forget our deal" Instantly he placed one thumb on my clit and started rubbing, hard, back and forth, around and around. The other hand mauled my tits pinching and pulling my nipples. Simultaneously, he started pumping his cock wildly into my ass. "Beg for it Sara. Beg me to make you cum" "Please Bradley. Please make me cum. OH GAWD. PLEASE. BRAD" And with that I gasped and fell off a cliff into the most intense orgasm I have ever had. Spinning and falling flailing and screaming, and somewhere in the midst of it all I heard Brad grunt and I felt strong forceful jets of come shooting deeply into my bowels pushing me to even wilder spasms of delight. And then it was over. I was dazed and confused, laying in my husband's best friend's bed with his cock in my ass, his come deep in my bowels and him looking down at me smiling like a Cheshire cat. "Well Sara" he smiled " I hope you meant everything you said. I intend to hold you to it. Now let's go have a shower" He slowly withdrew his softening cock from my butt and lowered my legs. Taking my hand he pulled me up and led me to the attached bath. Without thinking I followed him into the shower and soon we were soaping each other up. Brad gently soaped my entire body paying particular attention to my erogenous zones. He guided my soapy hands to his prick and made sure I cleaned both it and his balls thoroughly. Then we rinsed off, dried ourselves and he led me back into his bed. I was still very drunk and still shocked by what I had done and said in the throes of passion. I couldn't think for myself and simply followed Brad's lead as he guided me naked into his bed and spooned behind me. Clean, warm, and tired, I fell instantly into a deep sleep. I woke to sunlight streaming into the room. I had a moment of confusion, followed immediately by panic as I recalled the events of the night before. My head felt as heavy as a bowling ball and there was a pounding behind my eyes. Thankfully I was alone, and ran to the bathroom to relieve myself. I no sooner got done than my stomach revolted and I spun around and threw up in the toilet. I felt wretched as I rinsed my mouth out in the sink and went back into the bedroom. I was just getting ready to make a break for it when Brad walked naked into the room. "Good morning Sara," he said. "A little hung over are we?" "Oh God. What have I done?" I whined. " I feel so awful." "Here. Take a couple of these" Brad said, handing two little pills and some water. I took them and he eased me back into the bed where I curled up under the covers. Brad sat down on the bed next to me and started to caress my back through the sheets. "There there Sara. Relax and let the pills do their work," he soothed. I started to relax and pretty soon I was fast asleep again. I awoke some time later when I felt the bed sag as Brad sat down by my hip. I jumped as his hand ran up the back of my thigh and over my ass cheek. "Good morning again," Brad chirped. "How do you feel now?" "I feel pretty good Brad but what are you doing? He started kneading and stroking my ass cheeks as he continued to talk. This gentle stroking caused a tingle in my groin. This was my husband's best friend, I shouldn't be responding this way. "You made me some promises last night and I want to make sure that we are clear on that," Brad soothed. "I took the liberty of recording them for posterity." Suddenly I heard my own voice begging Brad to fuck me in the ass and promising to be his butt slut if only he would make me cum. I then heard the unmistakable sounds of my orgasm and my pleas for him to fuck me harder and make me cum. Although I was mortified, the recording brought clear memories from the night before into my mind. In spite of myself, I was getting very turned on and my pussy started to drool. Brad slipped his fingers down the crack of my ass, lingering on my asshole before moving on to my pussy. I rolled over and moved my legs, giving him better access and pretty soon his fingers, slick with my juices, were rubbing up and down along my slit tickling my clit every third or fourth time. I simply could not stop the moan that escaped my lips. "Very good my little slut," Brad whispered. "All ready to make good on your promise? You have the most incredible ass I have ever seen and I am so happy it's mine now. Roll over ass up head down," he commanded. There's something about anal sex that brings out my submissive side. I didn't even think about it, I simply complied. When I was in position, I felt the cool lube trickle into my butt crack. The fingers of one hand expertly teased my rear entrance as he reached between my legs and pressed his other hand against my pussy, causing my clit to tingle. I started squirming around and soon enough his index finger started to press into my ass. He stroked me in and out and pressed his finger forward to try to stimulate my pussy as well as my ass. He leaned down and began to kiss and lick my ass cheeks increasing my level of arousal even more. "Sara, you'll never go wanting for anal sex again now that I own your ass," He whispered as a second finger joined the first. "I've wanted you for years and now that I have you I intend to enjoy you on a regular basis." His comment added to the excitement I was feeling being his submissive plaything. It was only a minute or so before he removed his fingers and slid his body up between my legs pressing the head of his dick against my asshole. He ran his hands up my sides causing chills to run up my spine. When his hands pushed underneath to massage my breasts it caused my nipples to spring into hard points. "Tell me you want it," he whispered. "Beg me to fuck your ass." The head of his cock was pushing against my asshole and he was rolling my nipples between his fingers. I was completely at his mercy and he knew it. "Oh God. Please fuck me," I whined. "Please fuck you where?" He demanded. "Please fuck my ass." "Whose ass am I fucking and when can I fuck it?" "Your ass. It belongs to you now, and you can fuck it whenever you want," I whispered. With that Brad slowly pushed into my willing rear, until I felt his balls press against my pussy. He pulled himself up to kneel behind me and began to hump me with short strokes. His hands gripped my ass cheeks and pulled them apart as he began working his entire length in and out. I was so hot, but what was I doing? It was one thing to have done this in drunken anger last night, but something else entirely to be willingly kneeling on his bed in broad daylight the next day. Whatever was I going to tell Jake? As that thought ran through my mind, I felt Brad stiffen and shoot a strong jet of semen into my ass. After two or three short deep strokes, he pulled out. "Hey. What are you doing? I haven't cum yet!" No sooner were the words out of my mouth than I felt a stinging slap to my ass. "Plenty of time for that later. You'll be more compliant if I control when you cum," he answered. "Here, put this on and go make us some breakfast while I have a quick shower." He tossed me one of his muscle shirts and headed out of the room. I looked around for my clothes, but they were nowhere in sight. My only option was to stay naked under the shirt. The shirt was very loose but at least it came below my backside. I padded barefoot into the kitchen, started the coffee, and gathered eggs bacon and bread together. When Brad entered the room he told me to scramble the eggs. I reached across the counter, grabbed a whisk and started to beat the eggs. When I looked up, Brad had a satisfied smile on his face and I realized in his shirt I was putting on quite a show. I was still horny from our earlier session and the thought of Brad watching me jiggle as I beat his eggs both embarrassed and excited me. I bit my lower lip and submissively lowered my eyes back to the eggs. I kept my eyes down, but I could feel Brad's gaze devouring my every move as I gave him his coffee and finished cooking his breakfast. When everything was done, I took a plate in each hand and walked over to the dinette. As I approached, Brad stood and blocked my way. He grabbed my hips and slowly worked his hands up my sides. I didn't protest as he pulled the neck of the shirt down and hooked it below my breasts, but I almost dropped the plates when he rolled both my extended nipples between fingers and thumbs. I could feel my bare ass on the cool chair as I sat across from Brad. The cool air in the room kept my exposed nipples extended as I ate my breakfast in silence. Strangely, I never thought to pull up shirt to cover them, I simply sat there exposed, quiet and excited. When the food was gone, Brad turned his chair and patted his lap. "Come sit," he whispered. I sat demurely in his lap and he reached his hand around my waist and rested it on my naked thigh. "Here's what's gonna happen Sara. You are a lovely little pet and I'm going to keep you. First of all, I am not going to tell Jake what went on here. It will be up to you to decide what or how much you tell him. I will support whatever story you tell. Secondly, I want more. Much more. I know that Jake plays 18 holes every Sunday, and from now on while he is doing that, I will be doing you. I also know he travels to the Chicago office for a week, every other month. When he's there you will come and be mine. " As he spoke, his hand pulled my leg over and slipped onto my pussy. I could feel the moisture as he rubbed his finger along my slit, then back and forth over my clit. A soft moan escaped my lips as he continued. Anal Sarah "I have no particular interest in fucking your cunt but I will use it to excite you as I am now. Your ass, however, belongs to me and I will make good use of it every time we are together. When you are here, you are to be my submissive. You will dress, or not, as I decide and perform for my pleasure. Is that clear?" I sat there stunned. Looking down at my lap. Wondering what I should do. I had let my husband's best friend fuck my ass. Twice. Now he was insisting on an arrangement where I would be serving as his sex toy on a regular basis. The thoughts of being his submissive little butt slut caused my pussy to tingle, but was it really what I wanted? "WELL? Is that CLEAR?" He repeated, jolting me out of my reverie. "It's not like you have a choice really, is it? I have the recording and if you don't want Jake to hear the juicy details of you begging me to fuck you, then you will damned well comply." He was right. Although I probably would have continued with him in some manner even if he hadn't had the incriminating evidence, His use of blackmail reinforced my submissive feelings and notched my arousal up one more level. "Yes," I whispered "Yes. What?" What was he asking me now? What was it he wanted me to say? Yes what? "Yes. That's clear?" I ventured. "The correct response is: Yes Sir," he instructed. "You will address me and answer me with a Sir whenever you are here with me. Understood?" " Y...Yes S...Sir," I stammered. This was new territory for me. I had been submissive to other lovers in bed, particularly those with whom I'd had anal sex, but never this submissive and never outside the bedroom. It was new territory and it was exciting me to be there. "Time for you to get cleaned up and head for home. You have some making-up to do and you'll want a good night's sleep so you are well rested when you come back tomorrow morning." Brad announced. Oh God. Tomorrow was Sunday and Jake's golf day. Brad expected me to be here while Jake was on the course. This was so much more than I had ever bargained for. "When you come tomorrow, I want your ass to be on display." Brad continued. "You have a pair of those stretchy thin yoga pants don't you? Doesn't matter. If you don't, go get a pair. The tighter and stretchier the better. I want to see that thin material stretched tight across your butt and right up between the cheeks. No undies. Just the yoga pants. And get one of those spandex crop tops, looks like a sports bra. Wear that on top. Nothing to cover it, I want to see your bare midriff and your nipples sticking through the material. Understood?" "Yes Sir." This very demurely. "OK so get cleaned up and get out of here. Your clothes are in the spare room." I was just wondering how I was going to get home when the phone rang. When Brad answered, it became clear that Jake was on the other end, and that he was worried about how I was. Brad said that he had gotten me drunk last night and calmed me down, which I suppose was not a complete fabrication, and that I was hung over but in a better mood today. He then told Jake he better get over here to pick me up. And that's exactly what happened. Jake apologized all the way home, then ordered in from my favourite Thai place for dinner. Then after a nice round of make-up sex, we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. Everything forgiven. Everything he knew about anyway. Jake left at 7:30 for his 8:20 tee time and I followed as soon as I was sure he hadn't forgotten something which would cause him to come back home and find me missing. My heart was racing as I pulled up a pair of one size too small yoga pants which immediately pulled up into my crotch and were stretched so tight across my bottom that they were semi-translucent. The little spandex crop top I pulled down over my head barely covered my breasts. When I looked in the mirror, I was embarrassed to think that I was about to leave the house looking like this. I could hardly concentrate on my driving as I headed over to Brad's place. Dressed as I was, I was glad he had given me a parking pass to enter the underground. I parked as close to the elevator bank as possible and looked around nervously as I walked over to it. I never saw him coming until he was right behind me. He was large and black and he scared the crap out of me as he walked up behind me. I felt almost naked, which I almost was, as I stood there waiting for the elevator. I'm sure he was probably checking me out, but I was far too nervous to look his way. I jumped when he spoke. "Hey little lady. You new here or you just visitin?" His deep voice purred. "You lookin really FINE in dat outfit dis mornin." "I'm j..just visiting., I stammered just as the elevator arrived. Like a gentleman, he ushered me in first, then followed. Oh God. I felt so exposed. I stood with my back in the corner, arms crossed over my chest, hoping that he was only going a floor or two. When he asked me what floor I blurted out 14 and a big smile dawned on his face. Turns out he was headed to the same floor. "Perfect," I thought. When we got off the elevator, I turned right and he followed me. I was just starting to panic when he stopped at his door and pulled out his key. He just smiled at me as he opened the door and went inside. Shaken by the encounter, I rushed down the hall and knocked on Brad's door. Brad smiled broadly when he opened the door and looked me up and down. He then commanded me to turn around so he could see the back before he would let me into the apartment. His hand went to my ass cheek as I passed by him in the doorway and he complemented me on my attire. I was so relieved to be back in private that I giggled like a school girl. "OK Sara," he began. "I think it would be fun to start off with a little head. You know. Just to get me warmed up. You don't mind do you? We'll just pop into the kitchen and you can get started while I finish my coffee." He led the way to the kitchen, pulled open his dressing gown and sat down at the table. His little cock was already sticking straight up as he motioned me between his spread knees. "Nice and slow Sara. We have about 3 hours so I'm in no hurry to get my rocks off yet." When I took him deep in my mouth, I was once again amazed at his small size. Although I often gagged as Jake pushed towards the back of my throat, Brad was short enough that I could take him to the root without any discomfort at all. He ordered me to keep his cock buried and work it with my tongue and cheeks as he sipped his coffee and moaned his approval. "OK. Time to get you warmed up. Why don't you strip off and head for the bedroom?" It was not a question. "By the time I get there I want you naked and spread eagle on the bed. Now go." When I entered the bedroom I was a little shocked to see that there were silk ties secured to each corner of the bed. Not knowing what else to do, I stripped off my pants and top and spread myself out on the bed. When Brad entered, he calmly picked up my pants and gave the crotch a quick sniff. "Hmm. Smells like someone is enjoying herself already," he opined. "We'll have to get you out of your clothes faster next time before they get all sexed up with your juices. Now lie still while I tie you up." "B..Bu..But you don't have to tie me up Brad...sorry...Sir,." I added at his quick scowl. "I'll be good. Please??" "I want you under control and if I want you tied, you get tied. Understood? Now stretch out." It took him less than a minute to secure me, and pull the ties tightly to stretch me out so I was helpless and spread eagle on his bed. When he was done he sat down beside my hip. "Now I told you that I would play with your pussy to get you excited and that's what I have planned for today. But I don't want you to see what's coming so let me just slip this blindfold over your eyes." I pulled vigorously on my bonds as my world suddenly went black. Jake and I had never played any kind of bondage games and the newness of the experience had me tingling before Brad even touched me. And touch me he did. At first with his hands and then with his mouth and finally with some kind of vibrator. I never knew what was going to come and from where. It wasn't too long before I was building towards a nice orgasm. After teasing me for a few minutes, I felt something cool and hard press against my pussy. I knew it wasn't his cock, because it was so cool, and because he'd said he had no interest in fucking me there. I realized that whatever it was had been well lubricated as I felt him slip it up and down my inner lips before lining it up with my hole and pushing it in. I was now certain that it was not his cock, because whatever this thing was it was big. Much bigger than him. It stretched me as he pressed it into my hole. I wondered at the transformation I had experienced. From confident married woman, to adulteress, to helpless victim being stretched both inside and out. Whatever Brad was working into me was the biggest thing I had ever had inside me. Significantly bigger than Jake at any rate. Brad was slow and gentle so as not to hurt me, but it was still a bit uncomfortable as he pushed it past my entrance. "OH MY GAWD," I moaned at the first penetration. "What are you doing? How big is that thing? OH OH." As he continued to work it in. "Just relax Sara," he hushed. "You're going to enjoy this. I promise." I had no alternative but to lie there as I felt my entire pussy being stretched and pulled as never before. A couple times, Brad stopped and added some more lube before pressing it in again. I quickly realized that trying to resist this penetration was unwise. If I tried to squeeze my muscles to hold it out, it caused me some pain. However, if I relaxed a bit and let Brad push it in gently with lots of lube, the stretching was uncomfortable, but not painful. As my body became accustomed to the size of his toy, I began to enjoy these unfamiliar sensations. Brad leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Remember your first time Sara? Remember how big he felt in your virgin pussy? Remember how tight you were? I want you to get excited by reliving that experience with this big rubber cock. Like a virgin again. Stretched for the very first time. Beg for it." "Please. Pleeease. Please push it in. Please stretch me." "Please what?" He replied gruffly. "Please Sir. Please Sir." I panted By now my pussy had opened up and was producing plenty of lube which meant that Brad was able to push the dildo a little faster and deeper. Soon he was stroking the full length of it in until it touched bottom, then back out to tease the entrance. On each in stroke, he pushed against the bottom as if he were trying to stretch me deeper as well. I jumped when the vibrator hit my clit. He hadn't turned it on until the instant he touched me there and the instant stimulation caused me to strain against the ties. He alternated between touching my clit and touching the dildo inside me slowly increasing my arousal level. I was building towards a nice orgasm when he pulled the vibrator away and removed the dildo. "Uh..Uh..Uh..Sara. No cuming without permission," he admonished. "Time for me to get mine. You ready?" When Brad took the blindfold off, untied me and told me to roll over, I was ready. I looked around for the dildo, but he must have hidden it from my view. My pussy felt empty and uncharacteristically open to the cool air as I knelt on the bed pulling my ass cheeks apart for him as instructed. This session had clearly excited Brad because his cock was still rock hard as he pressed it against my dark hole and pushed it in with a groan. Soon we were both groaning as Brad pumped my asshole vigorously and I again neared orgasm. When he reached down and pressed the vibrator to my clit and told me to cum, I couldn't have stopped if I'd wanted to. As my orgasm swept over me, I was doubly excited by the feel of my ass muscles clenching Brad's cock tightly with each spasm. OH GOD. That's the feeling I loved. That's why I craved anal sex so much. The added stimulation of my pulsating anus pushed Brad over the edge and I felt his seamen squirt deep into my colon as he grunted and pulled my hips back towards him. When we came down from our high, Brad suggested that I get cleaned up and head for home. I looked at the clock and was amazed to see that I needed to rush. I'd have to keep better track of time next time. Next time. Yes there would be a next time and I found myself looking forward to it after what we had done this time. I had been tied up and sexed for over two hours, and I needed to pee. When I was done, I pulled some paper out and wiped myself clean. I thought my hand was going to go right inside my pussy. What a shock. What had Brad done? "Better get dressed and get back home before Jake finishes his round," Brad instructed as I returned from the bathroom. "What's the matter?" With a smirk when he saw the shocked look on my face. "Jesus. What did you do to me? It feels like I could drive a truck in there." Why would you do something like that? That was never part of the deal." "The deal is: I do whatever I want and fuck your ass whenever I want and in return I don't tell your loving husband that you are my willing submissive butt slut," He replied. "Don't worry, your pussy will close up again, but it will help if you squeeze your muscles all the way home." He smiled. I didn't like it one bit, but as I repeatedly squeezed my pussy muscles on the ride home, I felt my arousal increasing. By the time I got home I was in heat again and the combination of my memories of Brad's fucking and the stimulation from my exercises had me wet and ready. I had no sooner pulled off my outfit when I heard Jake entering downstairs. When he walked into the bedroom and found me standing there stark naked, He smiled a leering smile and walked over to embrace me. "Hmmm," he murmured. "The 19th hole of the day and it's wet as a water hazard." When he slipped his finger into my sopping pussy, I could barely feel it. Clearly my pussy was still loose from my session with Brad. Jake paused for a second and got a funny look on his face then slipped a second finger in with the first. I clamped down as hard as I could with my muscles and groped for his dick, hoping to distract him. It worked and soon we were in bed fucking like bunnies. After he came and I faked my orgasm, Jake hopped up and headed for the shower to wash off the sex and golf. As I lay there listening to the water run, I fell into a blue mood. In my entire relationship with Jake, I had very rarely had to fake an orgasm. Normally, the feel of his thick cock working inside me made it easy for me to get off. But not this time. This time I was left wanting. Something had been missing., His cock didn't push and pull me like it normally did. There had been a distinct lack of friction to stimulate my internal nerve endings and somehow it all just felt a bit lackluster. As I lay there mulling it over, I began to think of how Brad had made me feel with the dildo this morning. It had been so good, so different than what I had just had with Jake. I had felt so full, so stretched. Every nerve stimulated. My clit pulled into contact with each stroke. As I remembered those feelings my hand drifted down to my pussy and rubbed. Within seconds I had the real orgasm I had faked with Jake earlier and was drifting in post coital bliss when he returned to the room. The following Sunday when Jake left the house, I donned my yoga outfit and headed for Brad's for what turned out to be a virtual repeat of the previous week, except this time he tied me face down. By the time he was done with the dildo and vibrator, I was a mess. My pussy was literally drooling and I was begging and pleading with him to let me cum. This time when he fucked my ass, he left that big rubber phallus stuck deep in my pussy. Having never experienced a double penetration, the intense feelings of fullness both front and rear was a new and exciting sensation. My orgasm was one of the most intense I can ever recall having. As I was rushing to get home before Jake, I ran into his big black neighbour in the lobby. "Well hello fine little lady. What choo doin here agin? You gonna be down visitin my man Brad evry Sunday mornin'? "H...He...We just work out together." It was completely lame but it was the best I could do on the spot. "I jus bet you do. I jus BET you do," he laughed. "That muss be sum workout, got your leggins all wet an all." I just bolted out through the parking garage door and towards my car, too embarrassed by what he might have seen to even look at myself before I opened the door. When I looked down I was horrified. My yoga pants had pulled up tight between my pussy lips displaying a very obvious 'camel toe' . What made it worse was that with not enough time to clean up. I had leaked a combination of pussy juice, lubricant and cum leaving a large dark spot surrounding the whole thing. Luckily I had brought a tee shirt to cover my spandex while I drove, so I was able to fold it under myself to sit on so I wouldn't stain the upholstery. Rushing to get home and cleaned up before Jake, I ran a red light. Luckily there was no cop around or I would have had a lot of explaining to do to both him and Jake. As it was I had only barely gotten home and in the shower before Jake arrived. Whew. This was getting tough. Two weeks later, Jake and I were having sex on Thursday night as was our habit the week before his Chicago trip, but increasingly, our sex together was leaving me feeling somehow unsatisfied. It wasn't just the lack of anal stimulation. It was my pussy. Brad's dildo was so massive, that it was leaving me stretched and unsatisfied with what I had previously thought of as a very nice cock. All I could think about as Jake pumped into me was how much better that big dildo would feel as it stretched me to the limit. Brad always left for Chicago on Saturday so he could pay a lower airfare and get in 18 holes on Sunday with his co-workers there. So I was alone on Saturday night when the phone rang. "Where are you?" It was Brad's voice on the phone. "Shouldn't you be somewhere getting your ass banged tonight?" "OH. Brad...Sir... I thought that I would come tomorrow. I didn't think you wanted me there tonight already." "That's right butt slut, you didn't think. Forward the home line to your cell, pack your work clothes for the week and get your delicious ass over here. You have one hour. Oh, and don't bother about packing anything other than work clothes you won't be needing anything else." With that the phone went dead. There was no way I had time to pack everything for the whole week, so I decided to just pack for two days and then drop by the house for a clothes exchange mid-week. I also threw in a pair of jeans and a tee in case I needed them, then dressed in my yoga outfit and headed out. The roads were much busier on a Saturday night than they were on my usual Sunday trip and it took me much longer to get to Brad's place. Already late, I finally found a parking slot in the underground and then grabbed my suitcase and ran for the elevator. It seemed an eternity until the bell rang and the doors slid open, and when they did there stood Brad's black neighbour. "Well hello sweet thang," he drawled. "Sho is sumptin to see you here on a Saturday night. OH. An I see you got a little suitcase wit you. You plannin a little sleep over tonight?" "I don't think that's any of your business," I replied, getting on the elevator and pressing 14. "Well...Well...Well... Dat's none too polite an attitude little lady, but perhaps dat's my fault fo not introducin myseff to you earlier. Name's Leon. Apartment 1409. You know. De one right next to Brad's place. Anal Sarah I could see him eying me up and down as the doors closed and the elevator started upwards. Embarrassed and nervous, all I could do was stand there with my eyes downcast willing the elevator to go faster. As I was looking down, I happened to glance over at Leon's crotch and noticed a very impressive bulge running down his trouser leg. A bulge that seemed to be tenting the fabric more with each floor we passed. When I looked up at his face again. Leon was smiling down into my eyes. "Like what you see dere dahlin? I tell you what. You come for a sleepover at my place an I let you have all dat you want OK? Dees walls are thin and I kin hear you two in dere on Sunday. And I can hear you beggin for it too," he added in a whisper. My face was bright red with shame and embarrassment when the doors finally slid open and I literally ran down the hall to Brad's door. Leon strolled down the hall behind me with his eyes fixed on my rather visible ass cheeks barely contained in the tight yoga pants. My knocking on Brad's door went unanswered as Leon moved to his door continuing to look in my direction. I was almost beginning to panic, knocking on the door again, when Brad swung it open. I tried to step inside, but he had the doorway blocked. "You're late," he announced. "I clearly said one hour and it's been almost 90 minutes." "Please Brad...Please Sir," I corrected myself. "Can I please come in and we can talk about it inside? Please" "OH let her in Bradley," I heard Leon from down the hall. "She beg so nice an all" "Strip" There was no doubt in my mind that it was a command. A command that I would regret refusing if I were so bold. "But Br...But Sir. Leon is right there and..." "I said strip," he hissed. Anger flooded through me. I set down my suitcase and reached my arms across my chest grabbing the bottom of my sports bra. If this bastard wanted to show me off to his neighbour, then that's what he would get. With one smooth motion the bra was over my head and my tits were bobbing on my chest. In the next moment I had pushed the waistband of my tights to the floor and stepped out of them. I was now naked in the hallway in full view of Bradley's black neighbour and I stood there with hands on my hips. "MAN. Dat sho do look as fine as FINE can be," Leon announced. "She some SWEET piece of pussy dat one." "Alright. Inside," Bradley commanded. "Leon. Later." And we were alone. "How dare you? HOW DARE YOU?" I began, but my diatribe was cut short by a stinging slap to the cheek. "How dare I? You are late, You were teasing my neighbour. You didn't follow instructions. How...dare..you?" "What do you mean I didn't fol..." But again my reply was cut short by a slap to the cheek. "You are over 30 minutes late, and I can clearly see your suitcase is nowhere near big enough to hold a week's office attire. That's what I mean," he barked. Now get your ass into the bedroom." Naked and afraid, I carried my suitcase to the bedroom and put it beside the dresser. The apartment had a chill to it which made my nipples stand out more than they would have from the excitement alone. I would never have accepted Jake slapping me, particularly not in the face, but somehow, I felt so submissive to Brad that it never crossed my mind to stop him. "Kneel bitch," he commanded as he entered the room. "Kneel and open wide." As I dropped obediently to my knees, Brad walked up to me and pressed his hard cock deep into my mouth. Taking a handful of my hair in each hand he began sawing the full length of his cock in and out between my pursed lips. Every few strokes, he would pause and push deeper into my mouth causing me to gag a bit as he touched the back of my tongue. "That's it bitch," he growled. "Gag on it. Now, choke on this." I felt him tense and then I gaged again as strong jets of his cum hit the back of my throat. Unable to pull back I knelt there retching and struggling as he unloaded into my mouth. "Now, get yourself cleaned up and go pour me a scotch. I'll meet you in the living room." He didn't even thank me for servicing him. Still naked, I did as instructed. My nipples were hard points beginning to ache for some attention and the thought of being his sex toy for the week was beginning to make me wet. I had never been this submissive to anyone, and yet somehow it seemed worth it just to have his perfect little cock planted in my asshole. As I handed him his scotch, I saw that he had a big black dildo in his hand, and instantly realized that this must be the toy he had been using on my pussy. Larger than any real cock I had ever seen, with thick veins meandering down it's length. I was shocked that it was this black cock that had been giving me such pleasure. "OH. Of course. You never really saw it did you? You didn't know it was black," he chuckled seeing what must have been a look of shock on my face. "White ones don't come in this size." "Here," he continued, offering the huge toy up for me to take, "I want you to go over to the easy chair and play with your toy, but don't you dare cum. Understand?" Nodding my assent, I timidly took the dildo from his hand. Oh my God it was bigger than I had even imagined. My hand looked tiny compared to this monster. My fingers wrapped only three quarters of the way around the shaft. I tip toed over to the indicated chair and sat down. "Pull your legs up and spread them. Knees wider. Now start by rubbing the head up and down your slit. That's it. Nice and slow. Push it in a bit so it spreads your lips. That's it Sara. Good girl. " The steady stream of instructions and encouragement continued for several minutes and I was soaking wet. I wanted this cock in my pussy. Wanted to feel it stretching my lips as it had before. Wanted to feel it pressing deep into my warm wet center. "Line it up with your little hole. Line it up and push it in, but don't you cum unless I say so." Brad's voice was thick with arousal and I could see his small cock tenting his sweats. I scrunching over a bit, I grabbed the dildo in both hands and pulled it towards my hungry hole. Once again I was amazed at the intense feelings it produced as it stretched me to the limit. Slowly I pulled some more of the monster into my aching little cunt, continuing until I felt the thing hit bottom. "Deeper," was all he said. "But Sir," I began. "That's as far as it will go." "Nonsense," he barked. "I had it in further than that. If you don't pull it in further, I'll come over there and ram it into you myself." The fear of being injured gave me enough incentive to do as he instructed and I pulled harder with both hands. I could feel things moving and stretching inside me and the toy advanced a bit deeper. I relaxed a bit, then pulled even harder. Looking down at my flat tummy, I could see the bulge caused by the toy as it moved with my hand. Nobody or nothing had ever stretched me like this, and I was loving it. "Don't you dare cum," he huffed. "So how do you like that big black cock moving inside you? Tell me slut. Tell my how much you love that black cock." "I love this cock," I whispered. "Louder slut, and it's a BLACK cock." "I love this black cock," I repeated. "I love the way it stretches me. I love the way it pulls at my lips and rubs my clit," I continued, swept up by arousal. "Oh. Gawd. It feels so big and fills me up so full. Can I cum? Please? I need to cum." "Not yet," came the frustrating reply. "Stop. Just leave it in there still for a minute," and I did. The apartment no longer seemed cold. A light sheen of sweat covered my body and I was flushed from head to toe. My breath was coming in short gasps and I wanted to cum more than anything in the world but I dare not. "Tell me you love that black cock in your pussy. Tell me you wish it was real. A real black cock fucking you to orgasm." My mind and body were screaming for release. I would have said anything to have him let me cum. "I love this black cock," I repeated. "I wish it were a real cock a real black cock fucking me, making me cum. Please. Please sir. Let me cum." "Again. Louder." "I love this black co..." "LOUDER." "I LOVE THIS BLACK COCK. I WISH IT WAS A REAL BLACK COCK A REAL BIG BLACK COCK FUCKING ME. FUCKING ME AND MAKING ME CUM." As I made this loud proclamation Bradley walked over, pushed my legs further back and buried his cock balls deep in my asshole. Once again the intensity of the feelings of double penetration pushed me to the brink of orgasm on his first stroke. "Please. PLEASE." I panted. "Please let me cum." "Tell me you wish it were Leon's cock and you can cum while you say it." This was too much. Too far. I couldn't, but then I couldn't not either. I needed to cum so bad. I was so close. I had to. "I wish it were Leon's cock," I said and then after he raised his eyebrows, "I WISH IT WERE LEON'S COCK,' and as I said it I began cuming. Hard. "I WISH IT WERE LEON'S COCK. FUCKING ME. MAKING ME CUM," I wailed as another wave of intense pleasure washed over me from head to toe. So lost in my own ecstasy, I didn't even feel Bradley shoot his load deep into my bottom, but he must have because when he pulled his cock out, a dribble of cum came with it. Embarrassed by what he'd made me say, I was glad of the excuse to run to the bathroom and get a cloth to clean up with. That first week quite literally flew by. I was completely distracted at work to the point that several of my co-workers asked me if anything was wrong. I certainly couldn't tell them that my husband's best friend was using me as his sex toy and that all I could think of was his big black dildo in my pussy and his hard little cock squirting in my asshole, so I simply said I was tired and missing Jake. Every time that big black cock drilled into my depths, Brad insisted that I proclaim my desire for a real black cock, for Leon's big black cock. And as the week progressed, I began to believe the words I was speaking. I began to wonder what it would be like. Would it be circumcised like the toy or would he be uncut? Would he be as big as the toy, bigger? How would it feel to be stretched by his big hard real black cock? Over the course of the week, I bumped into Leon several times in the elevator and hallway. Each time I was so embarrassed by the things Brad had made me say that I couldn't even look him in the face. Each time, he just smirked as I stood there with downcast eyes. And each time I stole glances at his crotch trying to get a glimpse of the thick bulge in his trousers. Friday. One more night with Brad and then back to what had become my lackluster marriage. When I entered the apartment, I was surprised to have Brad hand me a glass of wine. There were no commands and no sex. We sat and chatted about my day and finished the first bottle of wine before he led me to the kitchen. The table had been set and after opening and pouring a nice Chardonnay, he served me a delicious fish fillet dinner. By the time dinner was finished I was feeling a bit drunk, and more than a little horny. This was our last night together and I wouldn't see him until Sunday. I was anxious to have him take me one more time, to feel him stroking into my ass and to have him tease me with the black dildo. I needed the excitement, the pleasure, to carry me through the week of mediocrity with Jake. Getting up from the table, I moved around to his side of the table and leaned over to kiss him. "Hmmm," I groaned as he touched my breasts. "Let's take this into the bedroom. Do you want me to get out the dildo?" I continued hopefully. "Not tonight Sara. Tonight I have a surprise for you. Go into the living room and strip while I buss the plates. I'll be there in a minute." After another lingering kiss full of promise, I slinked towards the other room dropping a trail of clothing as I went. When I reached the living room I lay naked on the couch in what I hoped was a rather fetching manner. One leg straight, the other bent at the knee, one arm thrown casually over my head. I could feel my pussy beginning to leak in anticipation of a vigorous ass fucking. The wine, the meal, my reclining pose. Lost in my warm sexy thoughts I was suddenly surprised when I heard a familiar voice. "Well... well... well.... Doan you look FINE, all nekked and stretched out like that?" It was Leon! I jumped to a seated position trying hard to cover myself from his steady stare. "Oh baby, no need to be all shy and all," he continued. "I already seen you in de hall, remember? An I been listenin to you all week beggin for black cock, for my black cock. Brad toll me how bad you want it, so I came over to give you some." As he was speaking, Leon pulled down his zipper, reached in and extracted his hardening cock. It was, in a word, magnificent. Not yet quite hard it was longer and thicker than any I had ever seen. Almost exactly the size of the toy Brad had been conditioning me with all week. I must have unconsciously licked my lips as I watched it stiffen and grow even thicker. "You want a taste sweet thang? You lickin yo lips like you want a taste." I was frozen in place as my mind reeled. I wanted it so badly I didn't want it at all. I am a married woman. I am Brad's butt slut. There was, however, no question about what my body wanted. After a week of having Brad condition me, make me say things about black cock and about Leon, I felt my center melt and my pussy start to drool. My mind turned to the feelings the dildo had given me and I knew that I wanted it again. I wanted a real cock to give me those feelings. I wanted Leon. "Dees walls are thin honey. I bin hearin you all week beggin for it. Beggin for black cock. I even heard you callin out my name. I know you want it an I know you want it from me." As he spoke he moved towards me dropping his pants and stepping out of them before pulling his shirt over his head. His now rock hard cock stood straight out from is groin and pointed the way to my mouth. "C'mon baby," he groaned. "Open wide." I was mesmerized by the look of his big rigid cock inching closer and closer to my face. My mind was such a jumble I was incapable of independent thought and simply opened my mouth as directed. His warm thick tool stretched my lips as he pushed his way deep into my mouth on the first stroke. My small hands moved of their own volition to stroke him as I began to suckle on the head. "Hmmmmm baby," he moaned. "You sure do look good with your lips all stretched by my big nigga cock." A thrill ran through me as I visualized what he must be seeing. A married white woman, naked in another man's apartment, with a big black cock planted in her mouth. My pussy began to flow even more at the thought. "You jus lean back and let Leon give you what you bin beggin for all week," he commanded as he pulled out of my mouth and pushed me back on the couch. "Spread yoseff and get ready for heaven baby." I couldn't take my eyes off his huge stiff black cock as he advanced between my widely spread legs. When he touched the head to my slobbering pussy, I involuntarily pushed towards him to get it inside. "Slow down little lady," he drawled. "We gots all night honey. No sense rushin this. No sense at all," he continued as he began rubbing his huge cock head up and down between my lips. Up and down he rubbed, circling my clit each time he hit it. By now my entire crotch was soaking with my juices, a literal river of excitement flowing from my center. Finally after several agonizing minutes, he lined himself up with my opening and pushed just enough to spread it a little. "I know you want it," he whispered. "I know you want it so you better beg. Beg so I give you what you want. Beg for my big black cock and make sure to use my name. Jus like you bin doin all week." "Please... Please Leon... Please push it in. I want your cock in me. Your big black cock in me. Leon. Please fuck me with your big black cock. Don't tease me any more Leon. Please fill me with your big beautiful black cock. Stretch me. Fuck me. Please. Please. Please." Oh my God. Where had all that come from? My mind was running amok with desire for his cock. After a full week of teasing, of being conditioned by Brad. I wanted nothing more than to be fucked by his black neighbour. This wasn't any role play. This was reality and God help me I meant every word I had said. With all the lube I was producing, added to the fact that my pussy had been stretched out all week, Leon had no difficulty pushing himself into me in one tantalizingly long slow stroke. As I felt him begin to enter me I locked my eyes to his and forced myself to relax my pussy muscles. I felt myself stretching to new limits as each inch of his steely hardness entered my body. By the time he was half way in I was on the verge of what promised to be a monumental orgasm. Eyes locked together he never stopped his steady advance into my willing body. I shifted my hips a bit to give him a better angle and he just kept pushing himself deeper and deeper. "Look down," he commanded. "Look down an see how you kin see me inside you." And I could. I could see a small bulge advancing up my lower abdomen as he slid his huge tool deeper and deeper into my pussy. That sight added to the stimulation I was feeling brought me right to the knife edge of orgasm, just as he reached bottom and stopped. "Say it." I didn't have to be told what he wanted to hear. "Oh God. Oh God Leon. I'm so close. I'm so close. You're so big. So fucking BIG. I love your cock. I LOVE it Leon. Fuck me Leon. Fuck me with your giant nigga dick. Please... Please... Please... Leon. Fuck me please. FUCK ME LEON. Oh God. So good. So big... FUCK..." I was babbling. No filters. Speaking my thoughts exactly, the instant they sprang into my mind. The dildo had been good. Great in fact. The best I ever had. But this. This was 100 times better. Thick and long and pulsing with life. Hot and throbbing and deep in my cunt. Real. Real black cock. And I was addicted. Still staring into my eyes, Leon began to pull himself out. Every inch of his retreat was accompanied by a growing emptiness in my pussy and in my soul. I squeezed my muscles as hard as I could to try to keep him from withdrawing, but all that did was to cause him to groan in pleasure. "Bradley man. She sho is squeezin me. She squeezin my dick like a python. I doan think she want's me to excape. Doan you worry honey," he continued, looking back into my eyes. "Leon's gonna give you all o dis you want." Having pulled back so that only the head was still inside, Leon began to advance once again. Pulling my eyes away from his for a second, I glanced down to where his cock was looming between us. Even after only one stroke, I could see that it was completely covered with my juices. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the sight of his enormous black cock advancing into my body. My mind reeled as I watched myself being taken by his big black cock. My orgasm was marching ever closer as his dick pressed in ever farther. "Ohmygod... Ohmygod... Leon. You're so big. So fucking big. Ohmygod... I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum on your big black cock. So good. So big. OH GOD LEON FUCK ME. FUCK MEEEEE." And that's exactly what he began doing. Soon he was pile driving into my sopping pussy as I literally squirted my juice out around his pummeling cock. My orgasm was relentless. I simply came and came and came again. Over and over my body stiffened, peaked and released as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me from head to toe. This was sex at it's most primal level. I knew that I was screaming and crying, but I have no idea what, if anything, I actually said. Somewhere in the midst of it all Leon's body went stiff and he added his copious flood of cum to my already drenched interior, and then as my own orgasm train slowed, he collapsed on top of me. Anal Sarah It took several minutes for our breathing to slow and for my rational mind to return. What had I just done? What was I going to do now? I had never in my life experienced anything that intense. Never had sex taken me to such incredible highs. Leon was still deep inside my pussy and even soft, he was the largest cock that had ever penetrated me. Although I never would have thought it possible after what I had just experienced, the feel of his big soft cock resting within me began to stir renewed feelings of arousal. I gave my pussy muscles a tentative squeeze and a jolt of pleasure shot straight to my brain, so I did it again. "Whoa baby," Leon whispered. "Leon's a stud fo sho, but even Leon need to rest a minute before carryin on agin." "Roll her on top," Brad's voice came from behind Leon. "Roll her on top and stay in her. This will be good." I allowed Leon to roll me up without complaint. I really didn't care what position we were in, I only cared that his cock didn't leave my body. Not yet. Maybe not ever. "Spread your legs a bit Leon. Spread her legs with your legs." I was now straddling Leon's hips as he lay back on the couch, and as he opened his thighs a bit, I felt my legs being pushed further apart. I suppose it shouldn't have surprised me when I felt Brad push his lubed finger into my butt hole, but it caused me to jump a bit anyway. The surprise caused me to contract my pussy which resulted in Leon letting out a long low groan. "Lawd almighty woman," he groaned. "You gonna squeeze little Leon right off inside you if you keep doin that." I was about to respond that "little Leon" was not in the least bit little, when I felt Brads dick push balls deep into my ass. I was now impaled front and rear. It was my first real double penetration and it was incredible. My pussy was squeezing a thick semi-hard cock in front while Brad pumped his perfect little cock in and out of my butt. Although he had warmed me up by doubling with the dildo, this was quite different and a LOT better. I could feel them rubbing together through the connecting walls inside me. Leon still slightly soft was more pliable than the dildo and his cock moved and squirmed in ways the dildo could not. Having been excited by watching Leon and I fucking, Brad was rock hard and very eager. It took him only a few strokes before he was pounding away at my ass, causing me to grunt and squirm. The back door action had the intended effect on Leon who's cock slowly began to increase in girth and hardness as it was stimulated by Brad's vigorous fucking in my ass. "Oh Bradley man," Leon moaned. "I'm gonna have to get me some of that fine ass action when you done." Brad instantly stopped fucking me and leaned back a bit to look at Leon. "No fucking way. You hear me?" He growled at Leon. "I don't care if you stretch her pussy out so far she can't even feel her husband's cock the next time he fucks her. That's what he gets for being such a pompous teasing prick all these years, but her ass is mine and mine alone. Got that?" "Sure... Sure man. Ain't no thang. Doan git yoseff all wound up man. I'm happy wit the pussy man. I'll stick to the pussy and mouth OK? OK man?" "Now. Let's give her a fucking she'll never forget. Pump it up brother." Brad's pronouncement had hit me like a ton of bricks. That's why he had used the big dildo. That's why he had conditioned me for Leon. That's why he had invited Leon in to fuck me. He was getting back at Jake for teasing him about his small cock. He wanted Jake to feel inadequate when his normal cock pushed into my stretched out pussy. I was shocked at being used in such a callous way, but then Leon started to pump me from below while Brad pumped me from behind and those thoughts vanished in a veil of increasing arousal. Within minutes Leon was fully erect and humping me hard from below as Brad slammed me from behind. Sometimes synchronized, pulling in and out at the same time. Other times opposite, one stroking in while the other was pulling out. Occasionally totally asynchronous, while they each pumped into me randomly. I was soon on the verge of another wild orgasmic ride. I began to squirm and push down and back trying to get them to fuck me harder and deeper. I grunted and groaned in Leon's ear as he held me tight to his chest and fucked me hard. "You like dis doan choo honey?" He grunted beside my head. "You like my giant nigga dick stretching out yo pussy as yo white lover boy pumps hisseff into yo cute little ass. What would yo husband think if he could see you now? What would he think of his sweet little white wife beggin for it like a slut?" His words stung my ears. I had been begging for it like a slut. Brad had made me beg for it, but I had gone along with the game. I had let Leon fuck me I had cum like a whore on his thick black meat and now I was lying on his hard black chest as both he and my husband's friend double fucked me. His words stung me but they were accurate. I had become a slut. Brad's slut and now Leon's slut and, God help me, I loved it. As that realization dawned I felt Brad tense up and squirt his load of cum deep into my bowels. The pulsing of Brad's cock added to my orgasmic gyrations pushed Leon over the top resulting in the deposit of another load of his thick cum deep inside my pussy. Yes I was their slut, and I had never felt so satisfied.