0 comments/ 82266 views/ 10 favorites A Birthday Present for Alan Ch. 00 By: rle_fix8d This story is purely fictional and the product of my imagination. Please do not re-copy it with out attribution. It is not intended to be part of any pay sites and I would object to this story being used in that fashion. You can contact me. * Foreword The best presents are personal, have a lot of thought put into them, and involve some personal investment from the gift giver. By those standards I knew I had outdone myself. For my husbands 35th birthday party I was going to fulfill one of my husbands, and my, more wicked fantasies. I was going cuckold him on our marriage bed while he watched helplessly. My name is Beth and I have been married to Alan for almost 8 years. We have 2 children and are happy in our life and marriage. We have been adventurous in bed and over the years have explored a number of different kinks. Our openness toward exploring kinks together started early in our relationship, beginning with BDSM experimentation, but also included things like exhibitionism/public sex, munches, even some limited swinging with fellow kinky couples. I am in my early thirties, just under five and a half feet tall, and have been blessed with a metabolism that keeps me petite with only minimal yoga and aerobic exercise. Alan claims that my C-cups turned him from an ass man to breast man but many of my boyfriends over the years have complimented my ass in similar terms. I am not going to say I am a supermodel but most people would say I was very attractive. I have long brunette hair with natural curls, and brown eyes that my husband says are 'soft'. Alan is a year older than I am, shy of six feet tall. He has broad shoulders and played football in his high school. Since our marriage he has put on weight with each of my pregnancies but he isn't a fat guy. He doesn't have a beard or moustache, despite several attempts at them over the years. He too has brown hair and blue eyes. His cock is average sized, maybe a tad shy of six inches long but with a girth that always satisfied me, especially during those sessions where he took control. When Alan and I were first married I took the submissive role in our sexual trysts. Over time, Alan began to indulge his submissive tendencies. While it was fun and exciting it left us both a little frustrated. Alan didn't want to top from the bottom, and I just never felt comfortable in the role as dominatrix with him. Add to that the fact that time spans between sessions where I was topped continued to grow; leaving me with an itch that needed scratching. And this situation led to this fantasy being born. It began as dirty talk in bed. I wanted to talk about me about being whipped, manhandled and abused while building up to orgasm, and he wanted to talk about Dominatrix's and verbal humiliation. On one night of particularly good sex Alan spun a tail of a strap on dominatrix fucking us both that really got me going. Of course Alan didn't know that I wasn't fantasizing about a dominatrix when he told the story. In no time at all this became the principal fantasy I used to get myself off when I masturbated. But I wasn't satisfied to leave it there. I wanted more. One night, soon after, I practically threw Alan into the bed and I did all the talking. While slowly caressing his cock I concocted a fantasy of Alan being forced to watch me have sex with another man. But that this stranger to Alan was more than just a man, this stranger was my chosen Master. I was going to serve His needs first and foremost. I detailed all the things Alan was going to be forced to watch, all while he was tied to a chair next to the bed. In slow detail I talked about how I wanted to serve this Master. How I needed it. How I craved it. I mounted Alan slowly and began to get bitchy with him, the way he likes it when I top him. I talked about how big my Masters cock was, and how my pussy ached to feel it sliding in. I was immediately overcome with a powerful orgasm and realized that Alan too was over the edge. It was glorious to come together again, after so long a period of 'taking turns' with the submissive role. We were surprised how exciting this spontaneous fantasy was to us both. As time went on things were added to our threesome fantasies, and it became a big part of our fantasy life. Alan found some videos on the internet, though most of them weren't exactly what I was looking for. Typically these featured bitchy mistress type wives fucking silent studs in front of their husbands heaping verbal abuse on the cuckolded husband. My fantasy involved me, the wife, being more of a meek submissive and my Master taking charge. Of course this is where I steered the fantasy with Alan. Alan was an enthusiastic participant. I don't want to sound like I tricked him into embracing my particular fantasy because it wasn't like that at all. We played off of each other, incorporating each others buttons into the narrative. Serving a strong dominant man is very exciting to me, and Alan grew to share in that excitement in a voyeuristic way. I liked the idea of my Master dominating Alan as well. I fantasized that Alan and I both took orders and both called him Master. In his more unguarded moments, after a few glasses of wine, or when he was approaching orgasm, Alan would often embrace my kinky scenes. I knew there was something there to excite him; he just needed a little nudge. Well, he was going to get more than a nudge if things went as planned!! When I decided to make this a reality six months before I took some time to think through exactly what I wanted. I considered Alan's fantasies and desires as well. In the end I decided to find a participant that appealed to me and that had potential for an ongoing relationship. There was always the possibility that we would want to have more than a single rendezvous. I created profiles on several of the adult network sites that cater to a kinkier crowd. I was deluged by replies and I relearned that when you are an attractive woman looking for a man you could be selective. I started communications with the replies that piqued my interest, and also met my physical needs. Some of these men I eventually met for lunch. These lunch dates were mostly non-sexual since I wanted to consummate the relationship in full view of my husband. But a few of these lunch dates were so exciting that I bent the rules, giving blow jobs and heavy petting. It was a fun experience and I was dying to share with Alan. About 4 months into the process I met Jon, whom I decided was exactly what I was looking for. He was maybe 10 years older than us with dark hair that was just starting to go gray. He expressed an easy confidence and I was immediately attracted to him. He only impressed me more as we talked about his experiences and what he was looking for in a submissive couple. He spoke quietly but with authority. In no uncertain terms he stated that if we pursued this, that he would be in complete control of our sex life. He laid out in detail the kinds of BDSM kinks he was into and his hard limits. He talked about what he expected from a submissive female, as well as a submissive couple. By the end of lunch I was dripping wet and I told him so when he asked what I thought. Five minutes later, as I voraciously sucked his cock I confirmed that his description as "8+ inches, thick" was no exaggeration. I had never been face to face with such an intimidating cock, and I did my best to handle his girth well. His instructions to me were to suck his cock for 10 minutes. He wasn't going to cum as I hadn't earned it. He wanted to judge my technique and enthusiasm. I don't think I have ever tried that hard with oral sex. Even though he had parked in a public parking garage Jon made me kneel on the passenger seat and keep my exposed ass and pussy up in the air as I blew him. The possibility that I was being watched only made me wetter. Jon had to pull me off of his cock. He told me to go home and think about it; to think about earning the right to taste his cum. And to think about Alan, and what he would want from this. With that he told me to IM him the following evening to talk with him. In the following two months we chatted quite a bit. This communication lit a slow burn in my pussy that could not be satisfied. I practically attacked Alan several times a week after these chats had worked me into a horny nympho. By the time Alan's birthday rolled around I was more than ready. I teased Alan mercilessly all week, but had forbidden masturbation to him the previous weekend. Orgasm control was a frequent fantasy of Alan's so I knew he would listen to me. It made things harder for me though, since I grew hornier and hornier the closer the weekend came. But this is how Jon decided it had to be, and so I followed his orders. On Saturday I spent the whole day teasing Alan, promising him a night he would never forget. In the late afternoon I brought him to the room and tied him to the four posts. I left him there as I showered, did my make up and got dressed in a sexy little black dress. When he tried to ask me questions I told him in a loud bitchy voice that he was to remain quiet. Several times I mounted his face so that he could lick my pussy as I got ready. He could plainly see how excited I was and expertly brought me to several small orgasms. I laid out several of our whips, paddles and floggers as I moved about the room, drawing a concerned look from Alan. As 7:00 approached I hurried to finish getting ready. Looking in the mirror I was pleased. Jon had ordered that I look my best. He wanted me in something revealing, but still presentable. I finished up just a few minutes before Jon said he would arrive, and I knew he wouldn't be late. I slipped a particular tape into the VCR and pressed play. Alan wouldn't know until after I left that it was a compilation tape of all his favorite cuckold films. I walked to the bedside, slowly and seductively. His attention was rapt upon me, and I felt a thrill from the power I had over Alan at this moment. I leaned in close, and I noticed his eyes wander to my ample cleavage. "I want you to think about what I may be doing tonight Alan. Think about who I may be doing!" His eyes widened and I turned and walked out the door still giving my hips a little extra sway.. "Don't wait up for me!" I called back. A Birthday Present for Alan Ch. 01 This story is purely fictional and the product of my imagination. Please do not re-copy it with out attribution. It is not intended to be part of any pay sites and I would object to this story being used in that fashion. You can contact me at the address in my profile. * CHAPTER 1 The doorbell rang as I walked down the stairs and I hurried to the door. I hadn't realized how nervous I was until that moment. The night was finally here! Jon looked fantastic, wearing a form fitting gray shirt with a Russian collar and dark slacks. I dropped to my knees and slowly kissed each of his feet. I was almost about to ask if we could skip dinner when I stopped myself. Jon had told me that the evening's events needed to play out in a certain way, and I trusted his judgment. He did seem to have better insight into this kink than I did. Smiling he took my hand and led me out to the car. Jon opened the door for me, and I realized I hadn't been out on a 'date' like this for so long. As I slipped into the passenger seat Jon asked "Are you wearing panties?" I had been ordered to wear Alans favorite pair. "Yes Master" "Good. Do not call me Master yet Beth, not until I accept you tonight. You can call me Sir in private, or Jon in public.. "Yes Sir." "Take off your panties for me and put them into your pussy. I want to see how wet they are when we get back." I slid my panties off as he came around to the drivers side. I then splayed my legs, crudely displaying my hairless cunt to him. I rubbed my clitty with my left hand as I slowly fed the satin panties into my cunt. Jon nodded and smiled as he watched me. Jon took me to a nearby Italian place that had a romantic ambience, as well as secluded tables for intimate conversation. We finished a bottle of wine over a light dinner and small talk. I was glad I had been selective in the beginning. As dinner wound down the talk turned to this evenings plans. "Beth, I've enjoyed your company quite a bit these last two months. I have told you from the start that you must consider the step you are about to take. Is this still something you are certain about?" I paused a moment and considered. "I have gone over this again and again. This is something I want. It's something I need, and it's something Alan wants too, even if he's in the dark at the moment." I knew I was right on this. "I was hoping you would say that. Before we go back to the house Beth, I have to make sure of some things." Jon said to me looking me in the eye. "Of course." I said, leaning closer and exposing some more of my cleavage to him. Contemplating what was in store for me only made my pussy wetter. I was very aware of the panties stuffed into my cunt, and had been all evening. "First, while the levels of pain will vary, you can expect me to use your body thoroughly. I enjoy punishing hot little sluts like you. I like to push limits when I play too, so you will sometimes be pushed to the edge. We discussed your safe words and you should know that there is no shame in using them. To some extent I will be pushing you to use them so I can get a clearer understanding of what your limits are. You will be trained to accommodate my cock in your cunt, ass and mouth." "Be assured as well, that although I will not do anything to infringe on your relationship with Alan, I will control your sex life completely. To some degree this will impact Alan if he does not agree to be involved in this. But this rule will stand regardless. Do you understand this?" "Yes Sir." My voice was low and my expression was one of complete sincerity. More than anything I wanted to feel controlled. I yearned to feel owned and serve a powerful Alpha Male. I maintained eye contact as I replied, "I want to serve you. I want you to train me. I want you to own this body." I couldn't believe how turned on I was despite my nervous jitters. I had to keep myself from slipping a hand between my legs beneath the table. Jon gave me a friendly smile. "I have a history of playing with sub/sub and switch/sub couples. I enjoy the interplay between the husband and wife a great deal. You know from our extended conversations over the last two months that I enjoy the cerebral part of power exchange as much as I enjoy the physical benefits. There will be sessions where I will want to see you treat your husband a certain way, or punish him while I watch. These sessions often feed on the energy and interplay between the wife and the cuck. Do you think you can do this?" "Yes Sir. I have often role played scenes like this with Alan. I can do this for you. It will excite me to do so. I need to have direction when I top Alan. If it excites you, then I want to do a good job of it. I want to serve you Sir." "This will be a lot different than an intimate bedroom role play. But I know you will love it. Lastly, did you follow my instructions for the last week?" "Yes Sir. I have teased Alan nightly but not let him come as you ordered. He is tied to the bed watching a little collection of his favorite cuck flicks. I have laid out all of my favorite floggers and toys. I have prepared my body exactly as you instructed. "Are you ready to go home?" For a second I thought I had asked the question, since it was the foremost thing on my mind. Smiling at Jon with bedroom eyes I nodded slowly. He dropped a few bills on the table and moved around to my chair. In no time at all we were in the car on the way back to my place. "Put those lips around my cock head slut, and you better do a good job. I am thinking about tonight's initiation, so you don't want me irritated." I knelt in the passenger seat in the position I knew he liked and unzipped him. As I said before his cock was over 8 inches in length. It was thick enough that my fingers wouldn't completely encircle it when I stroked the shaft up and down. As I pulled it out of his trousers I began to kiss and lick at the base, feeling it start to pulse and thicken. I unbuttoned his pants and gently pulled his balls out. His cock and balls were smooth shaven and I stroked the base of his shaft while I rolled one of his balls around in my mouth. I moaned loudly as I felt his cock pulse again. I worked hard at taking him deeply. Unknown to anyone else, I had been practicing on a large dildo at home in anticipation of sucking his cock tonight and I was proud that I could take him much more deeply than the first time I sucked his cock. "Roll your tongue around my cock head slut" Jon ordered. My nipples were so hard, rubbing against the center console. I mashed them down desperate to feel them pinch between the hard plastic and my push up bra. I moaned loudly at the pain and forced my mouth down his cock as far as I could, feeling it push against the back of my throat. "I can't wait to fuck your face slut. Your training begins tonight." And then we were home. I was dismayed that I had to stop, but also glad to finally get to the main event. I didn't wait for Jon to open my car door. I hurried to the front door and let us in. Upstairs I could hear the cuck porn playing loudly. I had left the volume high so that Alan wouldn't hear us come in. At the foot of the stairs Jon told me to stop. He took my wrists behind my back and held them together with his right hand. With his left he cupped my left breast and began pinching my nipple, with increasing intensity. "Clothes off slut, leave the heels on. Your panties stay in until I order them removed. Remember to tie him as I instructed. You will suck my cock a bit before you go up. I want you smelling like your Masters cock." I peeled off my little black dress and removed the push up bra I was wearing. He pulled his cock out and I squatted down take him into my mouth again. I felt my pussy and marveled at how wet I was. I took him deep and stroked his cock trying to milk the pre-come into my greedy little mouth. After too short a time he pulled away from me and pointed up the stairs. Reluctantly I walked up the staircase making sure to lewdly show my wet pussy to Jon as I moved away. I took a deep breath and walked into the bedroom. A Birthday Present for Alan Ch. 02 This story is purely fictional and the product of my imagination. Please do not re-copy it with out attribution. It is not intended to be part of any pay sites and I would object to this story being used in that fashion. You can contact me at the address in my profile. * Alans eyes went wide at my sudden entrance to the room. I could see his cock was rock hard with longs stains of precome on his belly where his little cock had leaked in my absence. On the TV screen beside me a little blond whore was fucking a huge black cock and was telling her timid husband what a disappointing little bitch he was. I hit the mute button and walked over to him. "Where have you bee..." I held my finger up to his lips. "Not yet sweetie. I need you to listen to me. Are you excited?" Looking down at his cock I knew the answer all ready. Alan nodded. "I can't believe how horny I am Alan. I want you to follow my lead here. Trust me." I moved in and kissed him hard, jutting my tongue into his mouth. I was so turned on. Alan started in surprise and I kissed him harder. "Yes, I know I taste like cock. I have been such a little whore. But I can't help it Alan. I adore sucking his huge cock." I straddled his belly and dropped my breasts into his face. While he licked and sucked at them I reached up and released his hands. I then attached his wrists together at his belly. "Keep your hands off slut!" I ordered as I repositioned in a 'reverse cow-girl' and gave him a long look at my slick pussy. I released his ankle cuffs from the bed and swayed my hips, knowing he was staring at my cunt, both curious and excited. Moving backwards I brought my pussy up to his face and settled down onto his mouth as he licked me with gusto, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine. "Good little slut. Do you taste it? Does my pussy taste like a real man's cock? Mmmmmmm." Of course my pussy didn't, but Alan mumbled a positive reply and licked my wet slit even deeper, convincing himself I had brought home a cum filled pussy. Or he knew and was willing to buy into the pretend fantasy I had served up for him. Little did he know that this was no pretend fantasy. "I had to go out and find a real man, bitch. I needed to feel a real man's cock in my pussy, not a worthless little toothpick like yours!" I growled as I pushed my pelvis down harder into his lapping mouth. I let Alan lick me deeply for a moment, wondering if he could reach my sopping wet panties, and then lifted my cunt from his face. Alan craned his neck trying to reach it. "But I should tell you cuckyboy, I haven't been fucked tonight. I sucked his huge cock, but even though my cunt craves a real man's cock, I haven't brought you a well-fucked pussy. I want to make you go down on my cum filled cunt slut. But my pussy hasn't been filled with a real man's cum." "Not yet." Jon's voice was firm and I smiled at him in the doorway. I pressed my cunt back down onto Alan's face, not giving him a chance to respond. After a few moments he tentatively began licking my clit again. I shuddered in a mini-orgasm as I was incredibly turned on. I maintained eye contact with Jon as he watched Alan begin to struggle for air, licking my clit slowly and rhythmically. After a few moments Jon beckoned for me to come with his finger. I hurried to his side, knelt down so that I could still see the bed, and took that finger into my mouth, sucking it as I would his cock. "Your wife came to me months ago with an interesting story...and an intriguing offer. She was unhappy that her needs weren't being met." I began slowly rubbing Jon's leg as he spoke. "But you know about that, don't you Alan?" Alan nodded slowly and watched me as I began to stroke Jon's cock over his trousers. "Why did she come to me? I want you to say it!" Jon commanded. "She wanted a dominant man." Alan said, in a quiet, defeated voice, but it was hard not to notice his cock, straining with excitement. Jon chuckled and pointed to the char that was next to us. Alan understood the cue and moved so that he was sitting just a foot away from me. He and I made eye contact as Jon reached down and unzipped his pants. "Oh, she wanted a dominant man. But she wanted more than that Alan." Maintaining eye contact with Alan I pulled out Jon's massive cock. Is I began to suck it I rolled my eyes back and closed them. Alan could not mistake how consumed with lust I was at that moment. "Your wife came to me because I have experience with certain kinks and activities. Tonight she presents herself to me as a slave. She will beg me to become her Master. She will offer herself to me completely." I let Jon's cock fall from my mouth, so that Alan would see how big it was, and understand things more clearly. Again I made eye contact as I began to stroke it. "At the end of this evening she will be my slave. But what Beth hopes for, Alan, is that you will join her." I mouthed the word "Yes" to Alan, and he looked confused, jealous and excited all at the same time. I nodded assent as Jon continued on. "I have experience with submissive couples. Moreover, I have experience with cuckold couples. This is the journey your wife wants to take with you, if you agree to come with her. You should know that your decision is independent of hers. Whatever you decide she will continue to be my slave. There will be some changes for you even if your answer to me is 'no'." Jon paused for a moment, then moved my face back to his cock. I began to kiss it tenderly and slowly licked around his pulsing head. "You have a week to decide. You will call me Sir tonight, but if I see you next week you will address me as Master. Do you understand? "Yes Sir." Alan replied. "Now, if you stay with us tonight, you will follow my orders Alan, is that clear?" Alan nodded. "Yes Sir." came his reply. "Good. I want you quiet. Go to your garage and come back with a roll of Duct Tape." Alan stood up and hurried out of the room. "Put your collar, harness and cuffs on, slut." I too hurried to do what Jon had demanded. My eyes kept drifting back to his large cock. I had been fantasizing about it for months now. I was just attaching the last ankle cuff when Alan returned with the Duct tape. Jon moved me to the bed and sat me down facing Alan. He then had Alan kneel, his face a few inches from my knee. "I want you to be completely honest with me slave." Jon moved my legs so that they were splayed apart, lewdly putting my sopping wet pussy on display "Yes Master." I said, noting a pained expression flicker across Alan's face. At this moment though, the thought of humiliating my husband was something that was making me even hornier. How many times had we fantasized about this? On some level I knew Alan was excited as I was. "Are you excited Beth?" Jon asked in a low even voice. "Yes Master!" I looked briefly at Alan but then watched Jon as the conversation continued. Unconsciously I brought my hand to my clit and began to rub the swollen nub of my clit. "Here, in front of your own husband. Are you asking me to make you my slave?" "Yes Master, please! I want to be your slave. I want to be yours to train, to abuse! I want to be your little slut. I will do anything for you Master! Anything!" I was caught up in the moment, a creature of pure lust begging to be satisfied. "I will be hard on you tonight pet. I need to teach you to fear me, as well as respect me and lust for me. Also, to make it clear to your pathetic husband that your body is no longer his or yours to enjoy. That it belongs to me!" "I want you to train me Master!" I moaned. I began to undulate my hips, swaying the wet slit of my pussy, trying to show Jon how desperately my body craved his cock. Jon continued to look me in the eye and I noticed Alan was captivated by my whorish display. "Tell me slut. Do you want me to fuck you, or would you prefer to be fucked by your husband?" Jon smiled an evil grin at me. I knew what he was doing, reinforcing the roles from the very beginning, but I was still caught by surprise by the question. I looked at Alan and my expression changed from surprise to a smirk. "Master, my body is for a real man with a huge cock. I want you to fuck me, not a little cucky-boy like my husband!" Alan's eyes went to the floor. He was fully in sub-space now. This type of talk always put him over the edge in our role-play sessions. "My pussy is so wet for you Master!" I added with a little moan. "Alan, why don't you take a close look at your wife's pussy." When Alan didn't move fast enough Jon pushed his head to where his face was almost touching my slit. I continued to undulate my hips, bumping his nose and lips. "You see what the thought of my cock has done to your wife? Do you see how wet she is for me?" "Yes Sir." Alan mumbled. "What?! When I ask you a question it's because I want to hear an answer!" The sudden anger in Jon's voice was palpable as it was surprising. "Yes Sir!" Alan said loudly. "My wife wants you badly." "What exactly does she want cucky boy?" Jon prodded. "She wants you to train her as your slave. She wants you to punish her, and she wants you to fuck her wet pussy Sir." Alan cried out. "When I picked her up, I told your wife to think about how I was going to use her tonight. She's been thinking about a man's cock inside her. She's been thinking about being whipped, punished and used." Jon reached down the the Duct Tape and pulled off a small piece, maybe 6 inches long, holding it in his left hand. With his right he reached down between my legs and easily slit his fingers into my pussy. He then slowly pulled out Alan's favorite pair of satin thong panties from my cunt. They were drenched. "Open your mouth cucky boy. This way I can keep you quiet and you can still taste how excited a real man makes your slut wife." Alan was on his knees at the side of our bed. He looked up with a look of fear at Jon who towered above him. "Or you can leave and make your choice with out the benefit of seeing me with your wife." Alan thought for a moment and opened his mouth. Jon stuffed my soaked panties into Alan's mouth, put the piece of Duct Tape over his mouth and pointed to the chair "To be clear cucky-boy. You can sit there and watch, or you can leave. But if you bother or interrupt me while I play with your wife you will be made to leave." Jon didn't even wait for Alan to attempt a reply before he stepped forward and grabbed my collar. He pulled me up roughly kissing me on the mouth. I felt his hands on my breasts, exploring, pinching them slightly. It was finally happening, and I was ready. A Birthday Present for Alan Ch. 03 This story is purely fictional and the product of my imagination. Please do not re-copy it with out attribution. It is not intended to be part of any pay sites and I would object to this story being used in that fashion. You can contact me at the address in my profile. * Jon pulled his mouth away from mine. I could feel his manhood pressed into my belly and I quickly started stroking it. "Up! Undress me slut." Jon ordered. As I began to unbutton his shirt Jon turned to Alan and said "You can hang my clothes while your wife services me. Next time I may have you wash and iron them." Alan jumped up to take Jon's clothes from me. When he was naked Jon lay down on the bed, propping himself up on some pillows, so that he could watch me more easily. "Come over here pet. You know how much I like oral servitude. Extended oral servitude. I know it can be difficult, especially without help." Jon paused, pointedly glancing at Alan before returning his eyes to mine. "I want your lips on my cock now. And keep your ass up. I want Alan to see your cunt leaking down your legs." I did as I was told. I began lightly stroking his cock near the head while kissing and licking the shaft, just above his balls. Each time I felt the shaft throb I would grip tight for a moment and stroke. In very little time Jon was rock hard again, his cock head slick with pre-come. When I could resist no longer I kissed my way up his thick shaft and swirled my tongue slowly around his crown, licking up his salty come and anticipating the feel of this monster inside me. I moaned when I felt Jon throb in my mouth and I wanted nothing more than for him to erupt into my greedy little mouth. Jon had shaved his cock and balls, as he had at our first meeting. I slowly pushed my face down onto his cock until I felt him press against the back of my throat. I stretched out my tongue attempting to reach his balls but also stimulating Jon's cock head in the back of my throat. I pressed further down for a moment more before pulling back. I knew I had plenty of time to suck Jon's cock. He had been waiting a long time, and he was not going to rush this. I repeated the motions, each time I would try to take Jon deeper, while suppressing my gag reflex. I wanted so badly to be a good little cock-whore for my Master. His cock was slick from my attention and I stroked it while taking one of Jon's balls into my mouth, rolling it gently on my tongue. Jon moaned and I felt a jolt of excitement from my clit to my nipples. Bolder now, I began to stroke the shaft hard at the base, as my tongue trailed from Jon's balls, downward, massaging the flesh vigorously. I was rewarded by another low moan, but this time it sounded more like a growl. Jon shifted his leg to give me better access and I stroked his sensitive skin and asshole with my relentless tongue. Jon gave a low satisfied chuckle. "That's it slut, use your tongue. Good. Now, back to my cock girl. Deeper!" Jon placed his hand on the back of my head and began to force me down. As hard as I struggled I couldn't keep myself from gagging as Jon shoved his cock deeper into my throat. I was seeing stars when he withdrew. Over the next 10 minutes Jon steadily forced my head down as deeply as I could go. I had never taken a cock so deeply, and Jon was the biggest guy I had ever been with. "You're ready." Jon said Finally. He had me sit facing Alan, as I was before. He attached my right leg to the footboard and attached my left leg to the headboard. Again I found my pussy forced open in front of my husband. Jon locked my wrists together behind my back. He then laid me down and pulled me towards the opposite edge until my head dropped back, unsupported. I knew what was coming and I knew my Master liked his slaves enthusiastic. "Please, fuck my face Master!" I panted, still winded from the last attempt. "Please train the worthless slut to accommodate your huge cock." As I talked Jon moved so he could shove his cock into my mouth, deep into my throat. I noticed him lean over and pick something up from the nightstand. He placed his cock heavily onto my face and rubbed forward until his balls, large and smooth, hung before my mouth. I took the cue and brought them into my mouth one by one. As I released the second one I strained to lift my tongue up to his ass. CRACK! I screamed at the unexpected pain, centered on my pussy. Jon was whipping my cunt which was defenseless and spread open. CRACK! This time I sensed the motion in his shoulders and braced for the pain. "Aaugh!" I screamed. My brain swam, my lust reluctantly transforming into a mixture of fear and pain. My swollen clit had taken part of that blow, and I was reeling. Suddenly my head was forced back and Jon moved his cock to my lips. "Open." he commanded, and I did. My lips accepted his cock and I spread my legs as wide as I could. Jon slowly pushed his cock into my mouth, to the back of my throat. I struggled not to retch, but could only hold out for so long. As I convulsed": CRACK! Another hit to my exposed clit. I yelped into Jon's cock and he pushed in another inch before slowly pulling back. I gasped for air. "Thank you Master!" I managed to say before his cock pushed it's way back into my mouth. He gave me a minute to catch my breath before beginning again. As before he was slow and relentless, breaking my bodies resolve to resist him. Jon continued until I was able to take his entire cock and hold it for a 'three count'. "Clean her up." Jon said to Alan, who jumped and hurried to the bathroom. A minute later he emerged with soft wet towels soaked in hot water. Jon sat to the side as Alan cleaned my face and hair of the bands of spittle I had produced during Jon's prolonged oral session. I was glad it was over, but also immensely proud that I had managed to take that beast of a cock. Alan was quite tender with me, which was sweet, given the situation. "That was very good. In time you will be able to take my cock without all this preparation." Jon pointed at Alan. "You, back in your chair!" Jon moved over to the dresser and selected a few of my floggers. He tossed my deerskin flogger and the cane next to the riding crop, which was already on the bed. "You have one last ordeal slut, before you are allowed to take your Masters cock. It's been too long since you've received a proper whipping, a situation that will be rectified this evening." As he spoke he released my ankle cuffs and repositioned me so that I was lying down on my stomach, spread eagle with a limb attached to each bed post. I trembled with excitement and fear. Could I handle this? It had been ages since I had received any sort of regular whipping. This was the part of the evening I had been most nervous about. Jon picked up the flogger. This would be the easiest for me to handle, because it was first, and the softest. "I'll start with 20 from the flogger" Jon said, swishing the tails through the air so that they whistled. I often read stories about sluts getting whipped, they get me off. But it is hard to put this experience into words. Jon was so controlled and intense, that I wanted more than anything to please him. I was terrified of the whipping I was going to get, but I knew that once it was over I would be dripping wet. I steeled myself for an intense session. And it was. Jon started with the flogger and each strike felt like a lash of fire. I tried to keep myself from crying out but Jon yelled "I want to hear you cunt!" as he picked up the pace. I screamed, and I bucked my restraints in vain as he whipped me. I was again in deep sub space. After the initial 20 lashes Jon repositioned me so that I was on my back, my legs spread lewdly as far as they could go. I could feel my pussy juices coating my ass. I had hoped it was time for my cunt to finally feel my Masters cock. I was going to have to wait for that though, for Jon gave me 20 more hard crisp strokes to my inner thighs, this time from a long thin riding crop. The pain was much more intense than the first round. I could see angry red welts rise where I had been struck. I realized I was weeping. Immediately when he was done Jon released me and again set me up so my ass was in the air. He placed a few pillows under my pelvis to ensure it was raised, and then he drew out the cane. I immediately began to beg him not to use it. The rest was a blur, but at some point in the haze I used my safeword. "Very good slave." Jon let my ankles go and then my wrists. For the next few minutes he held me in his arms while I cried. It was an odd feeling, since my previous sessions were never this intense, but at that moment I felt sublime, and it added an emotional context to the session that I didn't expect. I slowly got control of myself, and looked over at Alan. I noticed he looked distraught, so I gave him smile. "Kneel down in front of me." Jon commanded. I moved gingerly. The welts on my backside shot sharp slivers of pain as I knelt down. For the next minute nothing was said as I gently kissed my Masters feet. More than anything I wanted to know that I had pleased him. I was proud of myself for taking the whipping he had given. Kissing his feet tenderly kept me in that delicious, submissive state of mind. Finally Jon broke the silence. "I came here tonight to test your mettle. To see if you had the desire to serve me, and the potential to push your limits with me as your Master. I have decided that you possess these qualities. Would you like to progress as my slave Beth?" "Yes Master! I desire nothing more than to be your slave." My body was already preparing for what I knew was to come. I felt my nipples begin to harden, and that familiar tingling in my belly, that told me I was going to be really wet. "As my slave, you will put my pleasure first when in my presence. Above your own pleasure, and your husbands?" "Yes Master!" "Your body will belong to me. You will not come without my permission. You will have sex with only those I allow. Your husband may fuck you in the ass only. Your pussy is for my cock, do you understand?" My pussy was aching for my Master. "Good. If your husband joins us, of course, he will be further limited. I will punish you in our sessions. Often it will have a purpose, but sometimes it will just be for my pleasure. If he agrees to be our cuckold, I may require you to punish him at times." Jon paused and looked towards Alan. I continued to kiss Jon's feet tenderly, slowly starting to move upwards towards his cock. "Yes Master, I will do as you require." "As you know, your cunt, your ass and your mouth will be trained to accommodate my cock. In time, I will include others in our play. This will not happen in the short term, you are not ready. But I want to you to know that it WILL happen. These will be people I trust absolutely." "Yes Master." Jon moved to his bag again pulling out some items, the largest of which was a long slender nylon rope. "I will do my best to please your friends. I will follow your directions exactly." As turned on as I was, I wanted him to take me now. Making me wait seemed almost cruel. But what my Master said next helped allay my frustration. "Hands and knees on the bed, facing your husband." I hurried to comply and watched as Jon attached Alan's hands behind the chair so that he could not move. Then he attached a leather device to Alan's balls, which cinched his balls downward, and attached the nylon twine to this device. If Jon pulled the rope then Alan's balls would be pulled tight. To illustrate this point Jon tugged until Alan cried out in pain. Jon turned his back to Alan and faced me. Jon pulled out a pair of butterfly clips that were attached by a fine chain and attached a clip to each nipple, drawing a gasp from me. Jon tied a weight to the thin nylon rope and then attached the rope to the chain that hung between the two clips. The end result was that the weight was borne by my two nipples and Alan's stretched balls, and even the slightest movement increased our discomfort by causing the weight to swing. Jon knelt on the bed between Alan and I. He took a carefully measured look and straddled the rope that attached me to my husband. He faced me, his cock straining, and moved forward putting his cock to my lips. Without thought my lips parted and I began to lick and suck his Jon. He tasted like cum, and I knew he was as turned as I was. Jon's idea was simple and ingenious at the same time. If I tried to move back, away from his cock my nipples would be pulled painfully, and Alan also found his testicles stretched. However, if I "set the pace" and moved up and down to fellate Jon the weight on the rope would swing wider, also causing pain to us both. Not knowing what Jon wanted I did my best to read his signals. Again Jon took his time and shoving his thick cock into my mouth and throat. It was harder for me this time, because my throat was sore, and because my gag reflexes brought pain to Alan and myself. Luckily though, this was a short oral session. John wanted to fuck my pussy. I moaned loudly when he finally withdrew and positioned himself behind me. Jon began to rub his cock head up and down my sopping wet slit. I ached for him and had to suppress the urge to push back onto his monstrous dick. Jon would have to give me permission first, and to push back onto his cock would mean more pain. "Do you want my cock inside you slut?" Jon asked loudly his cock roughly rubbing my swollen clit. "Yes Master! Please fuck my cunt. I want you so badly! I cried out. Consumed by lust I began to rock back and forth, rubbing my slick slit against his cock. The pain in my nipples was electric and the increasing volume of Alan's whimpering only excited me more! Jon slapped my cunt with his cock, teasing me. "Look at your husband slave." Jon ordered and I complied immediately. Alan had moved himself as close to the vertical positioned as he could to relieve the tension on his balls. His balls were a fiery red and his cock lay limply to the side. No doubt the pain of the ball stretcher had deflated his earlier erection. "Tell him what you want, and what he can expect." Jon barked. I looked Alan in the eye. "I want my Master to control my body, and own my sexuality. I want to be trained by him, to be his slut." As I spoke I felt ever more committed. I was going to do this. "And I will love it Alan. I want you to come with me on this trip. This pussy belongs to my Master, and you will not fuck it again without his permission." I felt Jon's cock finally pressing into my cunt. His cock was still slick with a mixture of saliva and my wet slit. His head began to push its way into me but stopped suddenly. "Shut your eyes slut. I don't want any distractions the first time I fuck you. I want you to remember how good it felt, the first time a real man fucked you. You can come, but you will thank me while you are coming" I shut my eyes, my anticipation heightening. Slowly he pushed his cock into my quivering flesh and immediately I felt a powerful orgasm begin to swell deep within. He stopped again, with perhaps a third of his cock inside me. He pulled out completely for a second and then pushed back inside. I couldn't stop myself from slowly pushing back on him as he drove into me. I felt my nipples pull even more sorely and heard a small whimper from Alan. The familiar tingle deep in my pussy was coming on strong. I tried to hold it back, but the feeling of my pussy stretching wide, yielding to Jon's massive cock made that impossible. I could feel him so deep, and felt him grind into me, his balls slapping my clit gently. It hit me that my Master was finally fucking me and there was no way to stop my impending orgasm. It was building, and building when Jon pulled back, and again jammed his cock all the way into me. I wanted to look at my closet doors, which were full length mirrors, and watch my Master fuck me, but I was not allowed to open my eyes. Jon picked up the pace, having determined that his manhood was sufficiently lubricated and began to pound into my cunt. I realized that I was moaning loudly, with abandon. "Thank you for your cock Master. Thank you for fucking your slave!" I cried. I felt him gather my hair with his hands so he could pull me back onto him. I knew the line must have been taut, and that the weight was swinging wildly but I didn't care. I loved it. I could hold back no longer. "Thank you Master! Thank you for letting me cum!!" I screamed. I succumbed to the irresistible tide of my orgasm. The power of it shocked me, all over my body I felt waves of pleasure radiating like raindrops on water. Without meaning too my eyes snapped open, as I moaned in pleasure, fully ensconced in my orgasm. I locked eyes with Alan as I came, meeting Jon's powerful thrusts. Alan watching me only made me hotter. Jon leaned forward and pushed my face into the mattress, though it was still cocked to side in order to watch my helpless husband. My whole body tingled in pleasure, in the fading afterglow of a powerful orgasm. I felt pliant, as if I could barely move. My nipples were quickly beginning to ache, now that the buildup to my orgasm was spent. My cunt still seemed to twitch and grip onto Jons cock. Jon brought his hands around to my breasts and undid the right butterfly clip. "Aaaauuuugggghhhh!" I shrieked. The pain was intense. I felt Jon's cock pulse with my cries. He was so turned on right now. I was so proud of myself. Jon fucked me slowly while I writhed for a few moments. And as soon as I had recovered from it Jon released my left nipple. I pressed down on his hard cock as much as I could while I twitched and moaned and I knew that my master was going to use me hard. Jon turned me so I was on my back, in the missionary position. He pressed into my chest causing my sore nipples to twinge in pain, as well as pleasure. His weight on my hardening nipples was sweet and I was overcome with a desire for his cock. I spread my legs as wide as I could, whispering in his ear "I want to be your slut Master!" And Jon made me his slut that night. For the next hour Jon took his time and fucked me. He completely set the pace, directing me to certain positions that he enjoyed. I was in ecstasy, having never been fucked so well for so long. I came many more times, though none quite as intense as the first orgasm. I knew I was going to be sore the next day. I reveled in being a slut for him, and I did everything I could to play to the kinks he liked. And as he built up to his first orgasm I knew what Jon wanted me to say. "Please fill me Master! Fill my slut pussy!" My eyes as wide as they could be I ground my pussy into him desperately. He grabbed me behind my neck and began long strokes into my pussy. I knew he was building up. "I want you to fill my pussy with your cum Master. I implored hungrily, so that only he could hear. "Louder!" he yelled. "Please fill my pussy with your come Master!" I yelled. "What is your pussy for?" Jon growled at me, tension building in his lower body. "My pussy is for you to use!" I was so ready for him now. The talk was getting me hot too. Jon slammed his shaft into me fully, and I could feel his large cock pulse, and spew his come deep inside of me. He pressed into me as his cock twitched and emptied into my willing pussy. I whispered into his ear, thanking him for using me properly and stroked the back of neck as his spasms came slower and slower. Jon lay on top of me for a few moments catching his breath. I was so happy and content inside. The submissive part of me was overjoyed that I had brought my Master to orgasm."Thank you for your come Master." I whispered still tightening my pussy to milk every drop of my Masters come. "You know my rules slut, and what I expect." Jon said to me in a loud voice. I did know, and I wouldn't disappoint. Jon slowly pulled his cock from me, and I felt an emptiness where he had been. I still wanted him inside me. I kept my legs in the air so that none of my Masters precious come would leak from my pussy. Jon moved to my face and had me lovingly clean our mixed juices from his cock with my mouth. A Birthday Present for Alan Ch. 03 When he was satisfied he released Alan's arms from behind the chair and quickly pulled the strip of duct tape from his face. My soiled panties hung limply from within his mouth. "Remove those cuckyboy and kneel down by your wife's pussy." Alan complied but Jon pushed his head down so that his face was just inches from my sopping wet slit. "Do you see Alan, what your wife's pussy looks like after it's been properly fucked?" Jon's voice was matter of fact, but still held a hint of menace. "Yes, Sir." Alan said, his voice quavering. I knew my cunt was swimming in Jon's semen. I reached my hand down, rubbing my clit. Listening to the two of them was turning me on! I let out a low moan. Jon made sure Alan knew who was boss. "Did your wife like being fucked?" Jon pressed. He had a smirk on his face, but Alan continued to look at my pussy as he had been ordered. "Did my cock make her come?" "Yes Sir, your cock made her come." Alan said quietly. It was hard not to notice Alan's much smaller cock straining and leaking pre-come. Clearly Alan was excited too. "You should be happy cuckyboy. Your Mistress finally got what she needed. Her needs will always come before yours. And I think you learned something today. Your wife needs big cocks." "Yes Sir." "Big cocks like mine." "Yes Sir." Came Alan's low reply. "Say it." Jon commanded. "My wife likes to fuck big cocks like yours. She needs big cocks to come Sir. Thank you for fucking my wife with your big cock Sir." Alan was beet red, but I was excited beyond belief. John turned to look at me. "The first time we met Slave, did I fuck you?" Jon asked loudly. "No Master. We wanted to wait until tonight." My clit was so sensitive already, but I could not stop rubbing it. "What did we do?" "I sucked your cock in your car Master." "That's right. You sucked my cock with your ass in the air. Any one could have seen you. You sucked my cock until I told you to stop. Did I come in your mouth slut? Jon asked. "No Master. I was not allowed to, since you hadn't taken me as your slave." I could still taste his come in my mouth from cleaning his cock moments before. It drove home to me again that I was now collared. You're my slave now. I want you to get every drop of my cum out of your pussy and lick it up." Jon commanded. I moaned loudly in excitement. Eagerly I began to push his cum from my pussy into my hands. I licked them clean quickly and began anew. As I licked it all up Jon went into the bathroom to shower. Even though Jon was gone I whispered "Thank you Master! Thank you for letting me taste your cum!" loud enough for Alan to hear. I grabbed a pillow and sat up so I could look at Alan, who was still kneeling, his attention rapt on my swollen well-fucked pussy. I laughed loudly and self-indulgently. I couldn't remember a time where I had felt so deliciously used. "So tell me cuckyboy, are you excited?" I purred, licking my fingers as I finished my Masters reward. "Yes Mistress, I am very excited" Alan whispered loudly. "Did you like watching me get fucked? Did you like seeing my Masters big cock plow into me? You did like it, didn't you?" It was more a statement than a question. "Yes Mistress, I liked watching." Alan replied quietly. "Good, because I liked it too. And you may doing it quite often. Now, you have some choices to make honey. You have week to think it over. Of course, I hope we can do this together." "Yes Mistress, I think I'd like that." Alan was looking up at me wide eyed. I felt a rush of emotion for him. I wanted to kiss him, but instead I lay back, spreading my legs even wider. "Why don't you make yourself useful cuckyboy." Alan seemed unsure. "Get your face into my cunt NOW!" I ordered and he moved to comply. I grabbed the back of his head and ground my sloppy pussy into his face. I felt Alan's tongue begin it's work on my swollen and sore clit. Mercifully he immediately drifted lower to caress me as deeply as he could reach. "Masters cum is for Masters slaves. You just clean what I missed cucky boy!" I laughed and pressed his face into my cunt. Without breaking contact I rolled on top of him, so I was mounted on his face. I felt a slither of liquid pour from my sopping cunt into his mouth, and his tongue questing deeper inside of me. "Deeper. Deeper." I urged him. I clenched my internal muscles and forced out what I could of Jon's seed. After a few more moments I shifted, rolling over onto Alan's face as he rolled onto his back. I felt the remaining mixture of juices in my cunt slither out into Alan's open mouth. "Happy Birthday honey" I cooed. He was looking up at me, making eye contact. He moaned and thrust his tongue even deeper into me. His eyes rolled back as he closed them and I could see he was in deep subspace. "No, no toughing yourself I said reproachfully. "You won't be coming tonight sweetie, to properly set your expectations for our sessions. But tomorrow you can fuck my ass all day long if you like." With that I slumped to the side, basking in the afterglow of this amazing experience. "Why don't you get us all something to drink, something wet." I lay back as Alan hurried out of the room. This was going to work out just fine. Despite my best attempts to stay awake my body was exhausted physically and emotionally. I awoke when Jon came and kissed me goodnight and again when Alan removed the cuffs and harness I was wearing. I slept soundly and contentedly.