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Training

By: ShyShy32



This is a story about a husband teaching his wife to submit to his will. 

We have been married for several years and to be honest our sex life leaves a lot to be desired. After another night of forgettable sex we both roll over and go to sleep to dream of someone else. I must say that this is no longer the sex life that I want. Our marriage as a whole is great. My husband is a very caring husband and father. He is a hard worker and we enjoy the time that we spend talking and just being together. Everything is great except our sex life. We seem more like friends than the lovers we once were. We enjoyed a very active sex life in the beginning. We tried several different positions. Okay to be honest we tried them all. After the kids it seemed that all this changed. 

Our sex life became more predictable. It was only once a week if we were lucky and only lasted five minutes tops. We never tried to change positions much. It was wonderful if we did it doggie style. Oral sex, it was out of the question. And of course we had to have a bath and if we were going to kiss teeth had to be brushed. There was no talking just a silent moan here and there. I know this is a sad situation. The other day my husband was surfing the web and when he got off our sex life changed. Not sure what he found on the web but I am glad that he did. Let me tell you all about it.

Ted came up the stairs and found me sitting in the bedroom reading yet another romance novel. "Kelly we need to talk." he said. 

I put the book down and turned to face him. 

"Yes honey." I said.

"I've had it with our sex life and if you agree I promise to make it better. All I'm asking for is just two months." He said.

A better sex life I was all for that.

"Just what is it that will take two months?" I asked

"It's not that it will take two months, it's just that I want to give it two months and if you are not happy we will return to our old sex life with no complaints from me." He responded.

There was a strange look in his eyes and I was not sure if I should agree to this.

"Okay, but before I agree to this tell me about it." I said.

"No, you will just have to trust me all I will tell you is that you have to submit to me totally. I ask that you do this only in the bedroom. When we are not here our marriage will remain the same." He said.

Submit to him? Where was he going with this? It was true that we were only having trouble in the bedroom but still I was having a little trouble with that submits part. He must have realized this.

"Don't worry Kelly I would never do anything to harm you." He said

This was true so I decided to go along with it.

"Okay honey, I'm willing to give it a try. When will it start?" I asked.

He told me that it would begin the next night. He told me that he would leave a letter for me the next morning explaining everything. 

I was so excited about this new adventure. I wanted him that night, but he refused and told me that I had to wait.

The next morning I woke to find my husband had left for work and on his pillow was a letter. I turned on the lamp at my bedside and began to read. This is what it said.

Good morning love,

I hope that you are ready for a true adventure. Today your training begins. Before the end of the next two months you will learn to submit totally to me in the bedroom. You are to do exactly as I say. No questions asked! After taking the kids to school you are to go shopping. These are the items that you must buy.

10 candles all white

1 bottle of lotion it should smell of vanilla

1 enema bag

1 tube of k-y jelly

2 plush robes (one for each of us)

1 package of condoms (you know the size I need)

1 package or razors

Shaving cream

1 small basin

After you have finished shopping I expect you to clean our bedroom and place the candles around the room. Hang the robes on the back of the bedroom door and put the remaining objects in the top drawer or my nightstand.

After the kids are in bed you should take a very good shower. And wait for me. You are not to dress. You are no longer allowed to were clothes in our bedroom. You will only dress when you leave the room. No, not even a pair of panties. Yes, I know you hate that but remember you agreed. You will no longer sleep in a gown. Take them all and pack them away for the next two months. When we are alone together you may only address me as sir. You will no longer use the word no in the bedroom. You will do as I ask. Have fun shopping dear and I will see you when I get home.

After reading this I was getting a little nervous and a little excited. I hurried and dressed and took the kids to school and then I headed shopping. After returning home I did as sir asked.

Ted came home at five and we had dinner and after cleaning and helping the kids with homework and getting everyone off to bed it was time for me to head up to began my first night with sir.

When I entered the room I found a screen at the door. When did he bring that in? The candles were burning. I went to the bathroom and removed my clothes a stepped into the shower. I took my time and enjoyed the shower. When I stepped out sir was there with a towel in his hands. He dried me and escorted me to the bed. There was a towel there and he instructed me to lie down on the towel. He then spread my legs. I had a smile on my face because I thought that he was going to lick my pussy. No, that was not what was about to happen. Sir took the razor and shaving cream out. He'd filled the basin with water. He spread the cream over my vagina and began to shave all the hair. He opened the lips and made sure to get all the hair on the inner lips. He then took a towel and cleaned the cream that was left. He then spread the lips of my pussy and gave my clit a kiss. Wow! He then told me to turn over onto my hands and knees. He spread my ass cheeks and began the shaving process again. There was no hair left at all. He then kissed my puckered hole. He removed the shaving items and told me to lie on my side and get ready. He went into the bathroom and when he returned he had the enema bag filled with water. He told me to relax. I looked at him and was about to ask what he was up to and then I remembered that he was in charge. He inserted the tube in my ass and I felt the warm water fill me. When the bag was empty he removed the tube and kissed my cheek. He covered me with a sheet ant told me to stay there until he gave me permission to move. He left the room and. I wanted to go to the bathroom so bad. But I had to do as told. Several minutes passed before he returned. He then gave me permission to go to the bathroom. I was truly happy. When I returned to the room he was waiting with the bag filled with water again. He told me to lie down again and get ready for the next one. I did as told and again he filled my bowels with warm water. My mind was racing by now. What was he up to? He again covered me as he left the room. When he returned this time he told me to take another shower after I used the bathroom. I did as I was told. He was waiting again to dry me when I stepped out of the shower. After drying me he led me to the bed and told me to lie on my back. He then took the lotion and began to rub it all over me. It felt so good to have him touching me. It was all worth it to finally be on the verge of making love. After he finished with the front side he turned me over. He applied lotion to my backside as well. When he finished he told me to turn over again. He spread my legs and began to lick my pussy. He used his tongue to fuck my now very wet hole. He then licked and sucked my clit as he inserted his fingers into my juicy love hole. He began to play with my nipples and this was just too much for me and I had my first orgasm of the night. He continued to suck my clit and I asked him to stop. He reminded me that he was in total charge and no should never be used. And then he continued to suck my clit until I had another orgasm. Two orgasms back to back. Wow! It had been years since that had happened. All I wanted to do now was roll over and go to sleep. Sir had other plans. He told me that now I would began the second part of my training. He told me that he wanted me to get on my hands and knees. I did as told. He pulled a bag from under the bed and inside this bag there was a strange thing. He told me that it was a trainer. It was to train my ass to take his cock just as my pussy did. He then told me that my pussy would not get his cock back into it until my ass could also handle it. We had tried anal sex only once and it hurt I was not sure that I wanted to do it again. I knew that I said yes to him being in charge so it was nothing that I could do. He took the k-y jelly and applied it to my ass and the trainer. He told me to relax. He slowly inserted the trainer. It hurt like hell. I tried to relax as much as I could. It seemed to take forever to get it in. He continued to tell me to relax and then he began to rub my clit again. My mind was soon thinking only of how wonderful that clit rubbing was feeling. The trainer was finally fully inserted. He then told me that I was not to remove it. I was told that I would sleep with it in and keep it in place all day. I asked about when I went to the bathroom. He said that after the two enemas that he had given me I should not have to remove it. It could stay in place when I had to pee. He handed me a pair of panties and told me that I could wear them to sleep in. This was such a strange feeling. I put the panties on and began to get into bed. He asked where did I think I was going. I still need to take care of him. He told me to get on my knees in front of him. He placed his hard cock into my mouth and told me that it was time that I learned the proper way to make him cum with my mouth. He told me that I would not be allowed to go to bed until I had made him cum. He told me to suck the head of his cock and stroke the back and play with his balls. I began to suck and rub. I licked the shaft and the slit. He held my head in place and told me exactly how to please him. 

After several minutes I felt his cock stiffen and I knew that he was about to cum. I removed my mouth and continued to stroke his cock. He told me to continue to suck. He said that I needed to know what his cum tasted like. He began to pump my mouth with his cock and then finally he shot his load in my mouth. I tried to swallow as much as I could. After he finished he looked down at me and told me that I still had a lot to learn. I should never allow any of his cum to leak out. He then kissed me and told me to get some sleep.

The next morning I woke to my husband sucking my nipples. It felt so good and then I rolled over and. Ouch! I forgot the trainer. The pain reminded me soon enough. He told me that he needed to check the trainer. He told me to get on my hands and knees at the edge of the bed. He removed the trainer and my ass stayed open for a few seconds after the trainer was removed. Great he said. He then reapplied the jelly to my ass and the trainer. He reinserted the trainer in my ass. He then said it was time to continue the lesson of cock sucking. I began licking the shaft of his cock and then I took the tip into my mouth and let my tongue play along the slit. He moved his hands to my head and held it in place. He began to fuck my mouth like it was a pussy. He told me to relax and let his cock explore my mouth.

I tried to let my mouth adjust to him and he began to push more and more of his cock into my mouth until it was hitting the back of my throat. He told me to swallow. When I did this his cock slipped in and I was actually deep throating him. This was the first for me and I was amazed at my ability. It was not long before he was shooting his cum down my throat. I swallowed as much as I could and held the rest in my mouth. As he began to pull his cock out of my mouth I quickly swallowed the rest and began to lick his cock clean. I had never done anything like that before. He told me that I was showing great progress and rewarded me by licking my clit until I came. It was not long before his was hard again. He told me not to worry that he needed to get ready for work. I could take care of him again when he got home. Before leaving he told me to be sure not to remove the trainer.

This was a new experience. Walking around with something stuck up my but and trying to walk as if nothing was there. Every move I made I felt it. At one point during the day I almost removed it. Just then the phone rang and it was sir himself. He said he called to see how I was doing. I told him fine. He wanted to know if I had removed the trainer. I told him no and he said good girl. He told me that he was in such a state knowing that I was walking around with it in my ass. We then hung up. I must admit that it really was a turn on. That night I was instructed to shower again and again he dried me and applied lotion to my body. After he told that I should suck his cock to help him relax. I did as I was told. I tried to remember all that he told me that he liked. I was even able to deep throat him again.

When he was close to cumming he told me to stop and bend over the bed. I did. He then put a condom on and applied k-y jelly. He removed the trainer from my ass and I began to worry. Would I be able to take this? He inserted his cock into my ass and began to fuck my ass. I was surprised that it did not hurt. He started playing with my clit as he fucked my ass and soon I was really enjoying it. I was actually beginning to love it. I begged sir to fuck me harder. He did as requested. He held on to my ass with both hands and fucked my ass. It was not long before we both came. It was mind blowing. Afterward we both collapsed onto the bed. When we both had time to catch out breath he told me that he could not wait until the next lesson.

Needless to say that the two months have passed and I no longer need the training. Sir is still in charge in the bedroom and I am happy to have him in charge. The next lesson you may be asking. Well a few weeks ago sir bought a nice fake cock for me. He wanted to fuck my ass while I had the fake cock deep in my pussy. Let's just say that I am very happy now. My sex life is wonderful and I look forward to the time I spend with sir. To the ladies out there I have this to say. If your man ever asks for you to submit to him in the bedroom, please do not say no. And to you men why not give it a try.

Training



The rhythm of the wheels' clickety-clack over the steel rail pervaded the atmosphere as the dinner car swayed gently back and forth. It was the evening and Jim looked out the window over the white tablecloth at the sparsely wooded fields of central Ohio. The sun bathed the landscape in a peach hue as it slipped behind the horizon in the west. He was on his way from Chicago to New York for a job interview. It was nice that the Company had sprung for a standard sleeper. He enjoyed taking the train but it took a lot of time and he didn't want to sit in the same seat overnight. He watched his third beer move in its glass, the amber fluid ungulated with the motion of the train. 

He lifted the glass and took a gulp, anxious about what the next day would bring. Interviewing with a big company in the Big Apple was rather intimidating for someone who grew up in the cornfields of Iowa. He finished his beer, left a tip on the table for the steward and stood up. The car swayed under his feet and he staggered for a moment. After regaining his balance, he made his way back to his compartment. This standard sleeper compartment consisted of two seats astride a single large window. The seats could fold down into a bed and another bed could fold out of the wall. Jim sat down in the chair that faced forward with the train and opened his backpack to look at some papers that might help him with his interview the next day. 

As the outside light diminished, it became increasingly difficult to read, so he turned on a small overhead light. After about 30 minutes, he grew restless and got up, reaching for the train schedule. Shoving the schedule in his pocket, he stepped out into the hallway and made his way to the lounge. He sat down by one of the big observation windows and ordered another beer. This is one of the things he liked about traveling by train; you could walk around and stretch your legs. He sat drinking his Bud watching the landscape glide past the speeding train. 

Then he remembered the schedule and pulled it out of his pocket. He glanced over it and estimated they must be more than halfway through Ohio, past Sandusky and approaching Cleveland. These towns were just names on a map to him. He had never spent any real time in them. He looked ahead at the schedule, at the towns in Pennsylvania. He didn't know people in many of those towns either; he had just passed through them at one time or another in his life. Then he saw they were going to go through New Jersey, Trenton and Newark to finally arrive in New York. He smiled inwardly. 

He knew someone in New Jersey, a woman. Her name was Sarah. Over the past few months he had become increasingly close to her. However, he didn't know exactly where she lived in New Jersey because he had never been to her house. He didn't know exactly what she looked like, because he hadn't really seen her face. He actually never met her, but he knew her. He knew some of her past and some of her dreams for her future. He knew of her desires and she his. 

He wondered how close the train would pass by her house. He wondered if she would be showering, cleaning, caring for one of her girls or working on one of her hobbies. Their relationship had been purely electronic plutonic. It had started when he responded to her posting regarding children's soccer. They discovered that not only did they both have girls playing soccer, but that they were both officiating some of the games. Their talk of their ambitions for their children gradually expanded into discussions on a more personal level.

Their chats about professional desire resolved into personal fantasies. It was fascinating to Jim that they could exchange so much and still remain virtually anonymous. He knew she was quite tall and she felt her height intimidated even her husband. Sarah had exchanged only one picture and her long brown hair concealed most of her face. It cascaded down over her bare shoulders to spread over a yellow tank top that clung to her ample breasts. You could just see one eye peering out of the depths of her hair and a cheek that puffed out in what must have been a smile. She wore blue jeans and was bare foot. Her toenails were painted red and she wore a gold bracelet. Sarah had intimated that her husband didn't like the ankle bracelet; she had bought it because it made her feel sexy. This was the only real image he had of her, not that he hadn't imagined more. 

Jim sighed and crammed the schedule back into his hip pocket and looked back out at the moving landscape. The view was changing, becoming increasingly urban as the train snaked its way into Cleveland. He could see the tall buildings of concrete and glass and he was reminded of his final destination - New York City. After the train stopped in Cleveland, he finished his beer he made his way back to his compartment, on his way being jostled by the new passengers embarking on their journey. He didn't look at their faces; they were just fellow travelers. 

He pressed his way through and made it safely inside his compartment and closed the door as the train pulled out of the station bound for the next stop, moving closer to New Jersey. He didn't turn on the compartment light because the lights of the city illuminated the cabin with a comforting amber glow. He instinctively reached up to the side of the compartment and pulled down the bed. He preferred this bed because he would not have to fold down the chairs. He quickly slipped out of his clothes and climbed up into the berth. 

Once tucked into the berth, his mind began to drift. At first he was anxious about the interview. Then he remembered New Jersey and Sarah. This sent his thoughts--and his hands--down a different path completely. Slowly his hands made their way down his hairy chest, feeling his stomach and then his hips. He briefly thought of how his stomach looked once, but quickly thought of the feel of her skin against his, her stomach against his stomach, her breasts against his chest. He imagined her in the room with him, sitting in one of the chairs looking up into his bunk.

Remembering that she had mentioned it turned her on to watch her husband, he imagined what she might like to see, what she might suggest he do. His left hand pressed against his left thigh, spreading his legs a little. Then with his right hand he slowly stroked the length of his erect penis. Tracing the dark path of skin on its underside. He shifted his weight slightly and wrapped his hand around its full girth. To the rhythm of the swaying of the train car he moved his hand up and down, up and down. His breathing became heavier and Jim imagined her throaty voice, whispering, "Jim, I want you to touch the sensitive area behind your balls." 

He glided his left hand over his thigh to behind his balls and began to massage that skin in the valley between his legs while his right hand kept rhythm with the train, up and down, up and down. 

Then he imagined Sarah imploring, closer to his ear, "Jim, you need to touch the rim of his anus." 

He moved his left hand to his mouth and sucked on his index finger then moved it down between his legs again. He moved his left hand down, past the valley of his legs into the canyon between his butt cheeks. He raised his butt off the bed a few inches as his left index finger did her bidding, swirling around the rim, while his right hand remained faithful to the tempo of the train, up and down, up and down. 

"Press your finger in," her throaty voice vibrated in his head. 

Then he pushed his left finger in just a little and in and out, up and down, both of his hands moving to the motion of the train. 

"Deeper," Sarah's voice urged.

He was on the verge of cumming, when he imagined her hot breath on his neck, "Jim, you need some pressure around the base of is throbbing cock." 

As if commanded, his left hand moved to where his balls met his cock. He cupped his balls in the palm of his hand and grasped with his index finger and thumb the base of his manhood as if it were a rope or chain. His right hand still moved up and down, up and down to the slow swaying of the train car. His left hand could feel his balls move as if they had a life of their own, shifting with excitement. The excitement built in his head and his right hand shifted gears and changed tempo. Jim could hear the moan of the wind as it blew over past the window and thought of Sarah anticipating his every need and pleasure. 

"Not yet," tickled in his ear. 

Now listening to the faster rhythm of the wheels' clickety-clack, his hand moved lightly up-down, up-down, up-down over the sensitive crown on the head of his penis. He gripped with his left hand and the increased tempo of his right hand drove his mind wild. 

"Now my love, now," the words barely whispered, filled his head. 

He moaned and then gasped as he could feel the orgasm squeezing out from the root of his cock, spurting forth over his right hand onto his chest. He continued to groan as he continued to cum, shooting spasms of pleasure over his moving hand and stomach. When it was through he ran his hands up and down his stomach and chest, rubbing his scent into his skin. He rolled over to drift off to sleep and dreamed of a woman with a thick mane of brown hair smiling at him. 

He heard a noise and awoke, the sun was streaming in through the window and the train were somewhere in New Jersey. He sat up and bumped his head on the ceiling of the compartment. Stunned, he looked down at the small bunk and at his nakedness. Then he noticed it, a glint of light. He was looking down at himself and saw it, wrapped around the root of his manhood was the thin gold chain of an ankle bracelet.



Training



A rainy Thursday night in Manchester, and I'm still holed up in the hotel. I've been here since Sunday night, running a training course for a crowd of German sales staff, hating every second. They respect the skills I have to offer them but they are a team, and I'm not a part of it. Every night they are polite to me over dinner, and then the conversation speeds up and the 'in' jokes start, and eventually I lose track, make my excuses and head for bed.

It's only 7 pm and already I'm in my room, preferring room service tonight. I have a stonking headache and I just want to go home. One more night of this and then I can escape, until next week at least when it all starts again, in Liverpool this time. I've been living out of my suitcase for three weeks already and I'm not sure how much more I can take.

There's a subtle knock at the door and I wander over in my stockinged feet to answer it – my food at last – I'm hungry.

My face must be a picture, because it's not room service at all – it's Adam.

He stands contra-posto in the doorway, smiling at me, looking lean and sexy and gorgeous… dressed entirely in black, as he always is, from that sexy black leather jacket and sexy black jeans right down to those sexy bulky black biker boots. His hair is blonde and spiky where he had it cut on Saturday, his skin is still tanned from his holiday last month. His baby blue eyes regard me with that wonderful hint of wickedness and insecurity. I want him.

"Well," he says, "are you going to invite me in?"

Still speechless, I stand aside and as he strolls past me he runs his hand over my behind in a gentle but purposeful stroke. He slips his backpack off his right shoulder – looks like he's staying then, because I've never known him carry a bag unless he really has to. My heart has lifted a thousand times, and is thudding in my chest with desire and gratitude and warmth.

I'm still standing by the door, a little lost and dazed, and he walks purposefully up to me, takes my face in both his cool hands, dips his head to my level and kisses me tenderly, taking his time, tasting me, running his tongue gently over mine, flicking it over the stud the way he does, then licking my lips with the very tip of his tongue. He's not shaved today and I can feel his stubble grazing my skin. His kisses always turn me on, and now, when it's been weeks since I last saw him, he's almost making my knees give way.

When I finally manage to speak, I put my arms around his neck in a warm hug; "I'm so glad you're here. It's lovely to see you."

His arms fold around me and one of his hands moves slowly over my behind. "I thought you sounded a bit miserable on the phone last night. Thought you might like some company."

He pulls away so he can look me in the eyes. "Also, I'm horny as fuck and I miss sleeping with you."

And then I'm treated to another one of those long, deep, sensual kisses he's so good at, one hand buried in my hair, the other sliding my skirt up my thigh. I can feel that sudden familiar warm wetness in my underwear, like he's turning on a tap of desire deep inside me.

His hand has reached my stocking tops and a small noise escapes him, almost a gasp. He loves it when I wear stockings for him, although I don't end up wearing them that often. His hand runs over my backside, his fingers changing from a stroke to a squeeze, pulling me up against him. I already know how hard he must be, but now I can feel the evidence. His huge cock is hard as a rock and pressing into my stomach.

My fingers pull and tug at his belt buckle, unbuttoning his jeans and freeing his cock which springs into my eager fingers. He staggers back, leaning against the trouser press, turning me around, lifting my skirt, pulling my knickers to one side and pulling me back onto his cock in one swift, fluid movement. He fills my wet pussy completely, stretching the sides of me. I hold onto the wardrobe door for support as he starts to thrust, timing it with me moving back onto him.

Footsteps in the corridor and a sharp knock at the door: "Room service."

"Fuck," he swears slightly under his breath as I pull away sharply, pulling my skirt down, and he departs into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

I wonder what I must look like to the handsome young man who brings my tray of food into the room and lays it carefully on the dressing table next to the laptop. I'm certainly flushed, my hair mussed, but I'm entirely alone. Maybe he thought I was asleep.

When the young man leaves me, Adam emerges from the bathroom with a sheepish grin. He's taken off his jacket, his boots and his jumper, his jeans and belt unfastened and his huge cock pointing out of it like a loaded gun. I start to strip, pulling my blouse over my head without unbuttoning it as his mouth meets mine and he pulls me to the bed, tripping over each other, unfastening my skirt and feeling it tangle in my stockinged feet as we stumble and tumble into each other's arms, giggling and kissing. We're still half dressed as he enters me again, starting a slow, rhythmic stroking that gets me wet and horny.

"Do you have any idea," he mumbles into my neck, his voice muffled in my hair and my skin, "how horny I've been thinking about you?"

"Mmm," I reply, thinking about my lonely hotel room nights with only my own wet fingers for company. "Have you been playing with yourself, Adam?" I ask, knowing what the answer is already.

"Just a bit," his voice comes out as a gasp now, he's really turned on.

I push him off me, wriggling away until he's left stranded on the bed, still half dressed, his cock wet with my juices and red and angry looking. Instantly his hand is around it, rubbing up and down rhythmically, his head back in the pillow. I pull his socks off and his jeans, and they are round his ankles when there's a sudden knock at the door, the sound of the key and the door opening.

It's Room Service again.

This time we don't have a chance to hide, or cover up, or do anything, and suddenly the young lad is back in the room, staring at us both open mouthed.

Adam starts to laugh, he doesn't care… it's all part of the fun to him. The young man is staring at my naked breasts and I want to laugh too, but I'm worried that we might damage this poor man emotionally for the rest of his life.

"Want to join in?" Adam says, smiling at his new comrade in that beguiling way he has. How can anyone possibly resist him, that lovely open smile, that sexy voice. I can never resist him, and it seems this lad can't either.

"What's your name?" I ask, as he steps towards the bed, undoing that waistcoat they make them all wear, pulling off that stupid elasticated bow tie. I'm hoping I don't sound too motherly, because that's how I feel towards him.

"Sam," he says, his voice surprisingly deep. As he strips off I decide he's probably older than he looks, he's certainly more confident than I thought…

As Adam pushes me back onto the bed gently parting my lips with his tongue, all the while looking up at Sam, I close my eyes with pleasure. This is going to be good. Very good. "Sam," I hear Adam say, between licks, "this is Portia. She's fucking excellent at blow jobs. Want to try?"

Sam laughs as if all his Christmasses have come at once, and I open my eyes to see a huge naked cock right by my face. Adam has started fingering me now, he puts two, three fingers inside me, moving them, finding my G spot and rubbing it while his hot tongue flicks at my clit, lapping at it, then giving me a breather, lapping, breath.

I reach for Sam's cock, licking the moist tip of it with the tip of my tongue. Sam's noticed my tongue stud now and his blue eyes widen with surprise and delight. I smile at him, taking the head of his cock between my lips and letting my tongue rub slowly over the smooth skin.

"Christ, " Adam says from his position between my thighs, "that looks fucking horny."

Sam says, "feels pretty fucking horny too."

I wriggle onto my belly so I can get a better grip of Sam's cock. He's standing at the edge of the bed, and as I stick my ass in the air I can feel the head of Adam's cock nudging at it. He's huge by now, so that when he slides it inside me it fills me and stretches my cunt. He grabs my hips and pulls me back onto him as I start to suck Sam properly, taking as much of him in my mouth as possible, running my tongue stud up the shaft, flicking it hard over the head.

Adam is banging into me hard now, his balls slapping against my thighs… then he slows it down again and there's a pause. Now what? I wonder, concentrating on the feel of Sam in my mouth. He's grown as well, filling my mouth with lovely hot, hard flesh. I cup his balls with my wet hand, playing with them. I hear him moan softly. He's enjoying this, and I know he's enjoying watching Adam fucking me too. Then I feel Adam's wet finger sliding gently into my ass and he starts to push into me again.

Sam's close to coming, I can feel it, but he doesn't want to yet. He pushes me gently away from him, and I look up at him questioningly. Just let me watch, he tells me with his eyes.

I pull away from Adam and turn round. He sinks back against the pillows and I sit astride him, impaling myself slowly on top of him. He's so big, sometimes this is painful, but at least I can control it. My pussy is wet, a little trickle of pleasure runs down my thigh and I feel Sam's finger collecting it. He's behind me, on the bed now, watching intensely as I raise and lower my hips, circling, keeping my eyes on Adam's face, waiting for him to tell me what he wants. His eyes close then and I know that Sam's hand is between our legs, he is touching Adam's balls, stroking him. Then Sam's fingers trace across my ass, and I look over my shoulder at him, giving him permission.

I lean forward over Adam so that Sam can get to my ass. I feel him wetting me with his soft, warm tongue, then the head of his cock pushing at me. It's hard to move like this as I'm sandwiched between them, but they are both gentle and for a time it works, and it feels amazing. Adam's tongue pushes roughly against mine in a hard kiss. "Can you feel that?" I ask him breathlessly, and he nods. His hands are past me on Sam's backside. For a moment the three of us are like one being, sexual, fucking each other like crazy, then Sam sighs and eases himself free.

For a second it hurts, it's like agony, then all I can feel is Adam's huge cock moving inside me again.

"I can't take much more of this, Portia," Adam says, "I need to come,"

"I want to suck you both," I say.

Adam and Sam lie next to each other on the bed and Adam slips his arm under Sam's head. I'm kneeling over them and they both look gorgeous lying there, so unbelievably sexy. And now I have two huge, hard cocks to play with. I lie with my head between them and they snuggle up together so I can get both of them in my mouth at the same time, my tongue stud sandwiched neatly in between. I hear Adam make a gasping sound, and, although I don't look up, I know Sam is kissing him. I know Adam wants this but he hasn't done it before. Something tells me Sam has. I can feel two cocks getting ready to explode in my face and I rub them against each other with wet hands, my tongue darting at them, sucking them both. Adam is making little gasping noises and Sam lets out a deep-throated grunt of pure pleasure. Somebody's hand grabs at the back of my head, pushing me blindly further into the hot, hairy, wet mass, and I lick and suck and clutch at them.

One of them starts to come, and the feeling of that jerking starts the other one off too, and suddenly I have two hot, huge cocks spurting in my face, in my mouth, in my hair. I get one jet in the eye which stings like hell, and I slurp as much of it up as I can, feeling the extra dribbling over my chin.

They separate and I lap them both clean with my tongue. There appears to be come everywhere, making both their bellies wet. Adam is breathing hard, Sam's eyes are wide open and he's looking at me with amazement. Then he laughs. "Fucking amazing," he says. Adam turns his head to look at him and Sam leans over and kisses him, quickly, firmly, taking him by surprise.

Adam is still hard. He's always like this, one orgasm is never enough for him, and although Sam's cock is lying half-hard on his thigh, I know it won't take much to get him going again.

Adam looks at me and grins, sits up swiftly and pushes me back. "Your turn," he says, with a wicked glint in his eye. I spread my legs for him and he puts his hands under my bum, lifting me up so he can push his tongue deep inside me. For a while I let myself go, feeling the intense pleasure that this always gives me. He knows me so well, he can tell when I'm close to coming and then he'll stop and prolong it for me, waiting until I'm ready.

When I can feel the orgasm swimming up to meet me I raise my head and see that Sam's behind Adam, his hand between his legs, wanking him hard. The sight of Sam's hand gripping Adam's huge cock is a huge turn on. "Why don't you try it?" I ask. Adam looks over his shoulder and Sam nods at him and grins.

Adam eases his cock into me and Sam does what he did for me… wets Adam's ass ready for it, then spreads his cheeks and fucks him. I watch Adam's face as he feels that cock sliding slowly up his ass. Intense pleasure, and pain. They are both unbelievably heavy on me and it's hard to breathe for a while. Adam stays still while Sam pumps at his ass, groaning with pleasure. I can feel Adam's cock swelling with pleasure inside me… at this rate he's going to come again without even moving!

Then Adam notices that I'm turning a funny colour and moves to push Sam off. He continues licking me again. "Come on baby," he says, "let me see you come. I want you to squirt for me." Sam sits next to us, rubbing his hand up the shaft of his cock, watching Adam pushing his fingers into me. Then his thumb, against the side of my clit. This is always what does it for me in the end. Adam grins at me, his face wet, as I suddenly push my pussy hard against him as wave after wave of orgasm hits me and I'm coming in floods against his hand. Sam makes a noise of surprise at just how wet I get, while Adam keeps flicking my clit until the orgasm subsides.

I'm tired now, but I want to keep watching. These two guys are back to being horny as fuck and I want to watch what they can do. Propped up on the pillows, I lie back and watch Adam sucking Sam. It feels weird, watching this man who makes me cry with pleasure giving that expert tongue treatment to a fat, hard cock. He's watching Sam's face for clues, the way he watches mine, but Sam's eyes are closed and he's just enjoying it. With his hand he guides Adam's head, his strong brown fingers tangled in Adam's blond hair, caressing his scalp and then pulling him down harder and faster. When Sam comes it takes Adam by surprise, and he finds himself gulping mouthfuls of spunk as Sam shoots jet after jet into Adam's waiting mouth.

For a moment we all just lie there, stunned. I want to come again and I'm fingering myself lazily, looking at the aftermath of tangled naked limbs. Adam is still rock hard and now it's Sam's turn to taste. He pushes Adam onto his back and starts to play with his cock, wanking him and sucking him at the same time. I watch carefully, trying to pick up tips, while my fingers get more insistent rubbing at my clit. Adam's watching Sam's face, feeling everything, and I can tell it will only be seconds before he comes too. When Adam's body tenses, mine does too, and as the orgasm fills my body again I can't take my eyes off Sam as he pulls his head back, letting a long jet from Adam's cock arc in the air, hitting his chest with a soft wet splash. The second jet Sam takes in his mouth, drinking it down.

Now all three of us are completely exhausted and we lie in a tangled heap.

"Fucking amazing, " Sam says softly. He pulls his limbs free with some effort and dresses, leaving the pair of us like jellyfish stranded out of water, limp and lifeless.

When he's gone, Adam murmurs sleepily, "Do you think we should have given him a tip?"



Training



The email message was short and brief; just the name of a motel and a room number, with the words “7:00 pm Wed. ….. Bring your toys,” written beneath it. I felt a shiver run through me as I read the words. I carefully packed a travel bag with my dildo, vibrator and butt plug and put it out in the car that morning. All day, I could feel myself growing more excited, and more nervous, as the hours sped by. 

I pulled into the parking space in front of the room number at 6:59 exactly. The curtains were drawn over the window; no light could be seen in the room. I grabbed my purse and my travel bag, stepped out of the car and went to the door. It was only 4 short steps, but it felt like a mile, I was so keyed up with anticipation of what was waiting for me behind that closed door. 

I knocked on the door, three raps, a pause and a then a fourth knock, as you had taught me to do before. Five seconds passed …. I started to panic. Did I go to the wrong room, or the wrong motel? Did you change your mind or were you upset with me and not there? Just as I was about to turn and go back to my car, the click of the deadbolt being opened was like the crack of a rifle to my overwrought senses. I jumped as the door slowly opened to reveal a pitch black room inside. 

I hesitated on the doorstep, part of me wanting to bolt and run, part of me curious to find out what awaited me in the dark. Then I heard your voice softly say, “Come in, little one. Don’t make me wait any longer.” 

I stepped through the doorway into the darkness, my eyes straining to find you in the light spilling in from the open door. Again the urge to run welled up inside me, until I heard your voice from off to my right say, “Close the door, lock it, and stand facing the room.” The tone of your voice, soft and commanding, cut through the panic and touched my submissive side. 

I stood in the dark, my ears straining to tell me what my eyes couldn’t. My heart was in my throat, my stomach fluttering like dozens of butterflies were trapped in it. I heard a faint sound of movement to my right, and the light next to the bed went on. A dark cloth had been draped over it, to dim the light to a soft glow. I turned my head and saw you sitting in a chair next to a table. Your black bag was sitting on the floor next to you, and you were dressed all in black. I felt myself start to tremble as you sat and stared at me, silent and still as stone. 

After what felt like hours, you sat up and said, “Come here.” I crossed the room and stood in front of you. You held out your hand and I gave you my travel bag. You placed it on the table and motioned for me to put my purse on the other chair. I turned back and stood in front of you again. Your gaze traveled from my hair, neatly pulled back into a ponytail, down across the buttoned blouse to the skirt, to the low heeled pumps on my feet and back to my face. A slight smile told me that you were pleased with the way I had dressed for you and a little bit of the tight knot inside me relaxed. 

You leaned over and unzipped the black duffel bag on the floor. You reached inside and pulled out a riding crop. I gasped and my eyes widened with shock when I saw it in your hand. You had shown it to me before but had assured me that we would not play with it until I was ready. My eyes flew to your face and met yours carefully appraising me, noting the look of terror that I struggled so hard to subdue. You smiled ever so slightly, and whispered, “Did I give you permission to look at me, little slut?” 

I dropped my eyes instantly to your chest, watching the soft rise and fall of your silky black shirt as you sat there, watching me. You lifted the crop and I gasped again, although much softer than the first time. I closed my eyes and felt the tip of it brush my left cheek ever so gently, and heard you say, “Good girl.” Another knot inside me loosened, and I felt myself sink further into submission. 

I opened my eyes and willed my wildly beating heart to slow to a steady beat. I watched through lowered eyelashes as you raised the crop and brushed the tip along the length of buttons on the front of my blouse. “Take it off,” you ordered, and with trembling hands, I slowly unbuttoned the blouse, slid it off my shoulders, folded it and placed it on the table in front of me. A quick glance at your face caught the smile as you saw my breasts swelling over the top of the black corset I had on. “Very nice,” you murmured, and my stomach fluttered with the words of appreciation. “I’ve pleased him,” I thought, and relaxed further. 

The tip of the crop brushed the waistband of my skirt, and without being told, I unfastened it, drew it down over my legs, stepped out of it and folded it, placing it on top of my blouse on the table beside you.  Again I risked a glance at you, and was rewarded with a smile as you saw the black stockings, garter belt and black mesh thong that I had on. At that, a warm glow filled me, starting between my legs and spreading throughout my body, and my eyes filled with tears of happiness, blurring my vision as I lost myself in the glow. I blinked and with a sense of panic, realized I was looking straight into your eyes. I dropped my gaze, but not before I saw the smile change to a frown of displeasure. The glow became an icy waterfall inside me, and a shiver ran through me, my heart pounding again. 

“Turn around,” you said in a clipped, angry voice, and as I turned, I instinctively put my arms behind me to shield my ass with my hands, expecting to feel the kiss of the riding crop across my bare bottom. You grasped my wrists and pulled me back a step closer to you. “Oh yes, little one, you will be punished for that disobedience,” you murmured, “But not until I’m good and ready to.” I felt you wind a silky scarf around my wrists and tighten it, knotting it securely before letting go of my arms. I swayed for a second, regaining my balance and your hand was suddenly steadying me before withdrawing again. Your hands caressed my ass cheeks for a few moments, and then you reached up and slid the thong down over my hips, past my knees and let it drop to my ankles. Again your hand on my arm steadied me as I stepped out of the thong lying on the floor. You reached up and began loosening the laces closing the back of the corset, tugging it down over my waist and hips and letting it drop to the floor as well. I stepped free of it, and you softly said, “I don’t think you need shoes on, do you?” “No, Master,” I whispered and stepped out of them. 

Your hand tightened on my upper arm as you stood and pushed me before you towards the side of the bed. The sheets had already been pulled back and were lying in a pile against the foot of the bed. You always picked this motel for our sessions because the beds all had metal framed head and foot boards, perfect for bondage. In fact, soft cotton ropes were already tied to the four corners of the bed, with leather cuffs fastened to the ends of them. You helped me onto the bed and laid me on my side facing the center of the bed. “Knees to your chest,” you instructed, and I curled myself into a fetal position with my back to you.  

There was a mirror on the wall opposite me, and I watched as you turned away from the bed and returned to the table. You picked up my folded clothes and placed them on the chair on the far side of the table. As you bent to pick up the thong and corset, I couldn’t help but notice the bulge of your erection tenting the front of your black pants, noticeable only when you turned your profile towards me. With your foot, you pushed my shoes across the carpet until they were under the chair. You opened my bag, took my toys out, and laid them in a row on the table. Then you bent down and picked up your black duffel bag, placing it on the chair that you had been sitting on. I watched in the mirror as you took out a black leather strap, a leather cat, a blindfold, a length of rope, and finally, a bottle of lube and a bottle of lotion, placing them in a neat row next to the crop on the tabletop. You glanced up and our eyes met in the mirror for several seconds before I looked away. 

I closed my eyes and a tremor shook my body as I thought to myself, “Now you’ve done it. You’ve disobeyed him twice …. Once he might forgive, but never twice.” The mattress shifted as you knelt on the edge of it behind me, and as my eyes flew open, you covered them with the black satin blindfold, tying it securely behind my head and making sure it was covering my eyes completely. “If you can’t remember to control your gaze, little one, I will have to do it for you,” you said, and the mattress shifted again as you moved away. My ears strained to listen as you crossed back to the table. Your footsteps were softened so much by the carpet that I didn’t realize you had returned until you sat on the bed next to me. Your hand stroked my soft white cheeks and you murmured, “Such pretty white skin will look so much prettier with a healthy blush …. And maybe a few stripes, too.” 

I trembled, and you continued, “I have been very patient with you, because of your lack of training and your eagerness to please, but I see now that indulging you has been a mistake on my part. You are in danger of becoming a spoiled pet, instead of a cherished one, and we cannot have that, now can we?” You moved slightly, and I heard the distinctive snap of a surgical glove being put on. “It’s time to continue your training, little one,” you said. “Open yourself to me.” 

You guided my bound hands down to the crack between my cheeks and waited as I parted them with my hands, exposing my puckered rosebud to you. I felt the coolness of lube being trickled onto it, and then the cool touch of a gloved finger slowly circling the opening, spreading the lube and massaging gently. “A good sub must always be prepared to submit to her Master in the most intimate of ways, little one. And to do that, you must learn to relax and open yourself to me, so I can take my pleasure of you,” you said softly as you continued to drip lube onto me and massage it with your finger. “Even if someday I decide to let others play with you, this will always be my private property …. Do you understand, my pet?” you asked. “Yes Master” I whispered, my voice shaking with both fear and anticipation. 

You slowly pushed the tip of your finger into me, and I fought the urge to tighten myself against the intrusion. You inserted your finger up to the first joint, then slowly withdrew it, and repeated the action several more times, each penetration becoming easier as my muscles began to relax. You poured more lube onto me and this time continued penetrating me until half the finger was inside me. Again, I fought to relax as the pressure and slight sting accompanied your finger moving into me. “Very good,” you murmured as your finger slid in and out, spreading the lube slowly into my dark passage with each gentle insertion. Before I realized it, you had slid your entire finger into me,and slowly began to wiggle and twist it inside me, chuckling as you watched a spasm of pleasure course through me. “Yes, little slut,” you said, “How good it feels to obey your Master and give yourself to him. You should do it more often,” you concluded, and you smacked my bottom with your other hand, your finger still deep inside me.

You slowly withdrew your finger, and I relaxed my hold on my cheeks. Another sharp smack of your hand on my ass accompanied your words. “Did I tell you to let go? Keep yourself open. We are not anywhere close to done with this part of your training, little slut.”  You got up off the bed and crossed to the table again. You returned and sat on the bed behind me. Your fingertips stroked my cheeks, the nails scratching lightly across the surface. You continued in a soft, measured tone, “You took the finger very well, opening to me faster than I expected. That was the easy part. Now comes the hard part, not only opening, but being stretched and filled. I know you will do your best to please me and make me proud of you.” 

You poured a generous amount of lube between my cheeks, and before I could catch my breath, I felt the tip of the butt plug pressing against my opening. You began to push it into me, and this time the pain was much sharper than it had been with your finger as the plug forced the tense ring of muscle to give way under the pressure. I could feel my eyes fill with tears as my breath caught in my throat, and a deep moan of discomfort escaped me. I began to beg, “Please, Master, no …. It hurts … I can’t do it … Master, please stop.” You stopped pushing, but kept the plug in me, and with your free hand you began to stroke the small of my back, my buttocks and my hips. “Relax, little one …. The more you fight it, the more it will hurt. You know that you need to be opened and stretched, so I can bury my cock in you and fill you with my cum. I don’t want to hurt you, my little slut, but if you fight me, I have no choice.” I took a deep breath, held it, and slowly let it out. You leaned over and I felt your lips brush my shoulder in a soft kiss, and you whispered, “Yes, my dear …. That’s it …. Such a good girl.” 

You left your hand resting on my hip and said, “When you feel the pressure, and the sting, push out …. It will help the muscles relax and stretch to admit the plug. There will still be discomfort, but it will soon be over …. Trust me.”  You began to push the plug into me again, and as the pressure and stinging built, I held my breath and concentrated on relaxing the muscles. Before long, I felt a popping sensation as the widest part of the plug passed through the last tight ring of muscle and was firmly lodged inside me. When you were sure that it was inserted as deeply as it could go, you said to me, “Ok, now you can let go.” My cheeks closed around the flange of the plug, holding it securely inside me. 

Again your lips brushed my shoulder, and continued down my spine to the top of my crack. Each brush of your lips sent little electric shivers rushing through my body, totally distracting me from the slight pain of the plug inside me. 

You sat back, and your hands rolled me towards the center of the bed, so that I was kneeling with my knees against my chest, my forehead resting on the mattress. I felt your hand grasp my right ankle, and you tugged it gently towards the edge of the bed. The touch of the leather cuff encircling it caused me to shiver again as you tightened the cuff and adjusted the tension on the rope. I felt you get up off the bed, and then your hand grasped my left ankle, tugging it into position and buckling it into the cuff.  My legs were now spread with my ass in the air, my pussy fully exposed to you. “Ah, yes,” you said, “such perfect submission, my little slut. This deserves to be recorded for my lasting enjoyment.” I heard a click and a faint whirring sound as you snapped a picture from behind me. 

I laid there in the dark of the blindfold, panting as my heart began to race again, wondering what you were planning to do with me in such a vulnerable position. You grasped my ponytail and tugged my head up off the mattress. “Open your mouth wide,” you said, and I felt a large wad of fabric pressing against my lips. I tried to turn my head and gasped out, “Please, Master, no … don’t gag me. I’ll be good, I promise.” “Now, now, little one,” you replied, “We can’t have your cries of passion disturbing the neighbors, or worse yet, making them think you are in need of rescuing. Open wide; you know this helps you to fully embrace the sensation.” 

You carefully placed the knotted cloth in my mouth, checking to make sure that it was not deep enough to cause me to choke. You took your time securing it in place and tying it behind my head, checking the blindfold at the same time. You lowered my head back down on the mattress and said, “Good girl.” 

I felt you press a rubber ball into the palm of my right hand. “Squeeze it,” you instructed.  As I squeezed, it squeaked. “This is your safe signal, little pet” you told me. “Squeeze twice for slow, three times for stop. Do you understand?” I squeezed it once and felt your fingers stroke my cheek. “Good girl. How pretty you look like that.” I heard another click and whirr from the side of the bed. You moved to the foot of the bed again and said, “Lift your head and look over your shoulder.” As I obeyed, I heard another click and whirr as you snapped yet another picture. The knot of fear in my stomach grew as I wondered what was about to happen, yet at the same time I could feel a warmth start to spread from between my legs, where the wetness was already visible.

Your hand began to caress my bottom ever so gently, and in spite of my fear, I relaxed.  The first blow of your hand was fairly soft, just a slight sting followed by the warmth of the blood flowing to the surface. You took your time, spanking 5 or 6 times, then caressing the skin, then spanking again. Each time you started again, the blows fell a little harder and lasted longer, making me moan and squirm as much as my bonds would allow. I could feel my ass burning with the heat of the spanking, and was sure that it was already flushed with a nice pink glow when you stopped, left the bed, and came back with a warm wet towel to drape over my throbbing cheeks. As the cloth eased some of the discomfort, you massaged my back and shoulders, telling me I was a good girl. You checked the blindfold and gag to make sure both were still secure, removed the cloth and dried the skin with a second towel, and made sure the plug was still firmly inserted in my bottom.

The first kiss of the leather strap startled me out of the warm haze that your ministrations had filled me with. I shrieked into the gag, the sound muffled to a soft squeak by the wad of fabric between my teeth. I felt the tears begin to well in my eyes behind the blindfold as the strap fell again and again, stinging the already sensitized skin and turning it an even deeper pink. By the time you stopped, I was sobbing into the gag, my face wet with tears …. and the wetness between my thighs was starting to run down them. You sat next to me on the bed, loosened the gag and took it out of my mouth. “Easy, baby,” you said. “You’re ok …. Take a deep breath …. That’s it. Good girl.” 

You slipped a tiny piece of ice into my mouth, and I gratefully sucked on it, my mouth totally dried out from the gag. You fed me a couple more small pieces of ice, letting me lick your fingers as well. Then you stroked my head and said, “We’re not done yet, little slut. You still need to be punished for disobeying me.”

A tremor ran through my body at your words. My ass was already on fire from your hand and the strap. A small whimper escaped me as you continued, “Because you were such a good girl, I will do something I ordinarily wouldn’t. I will let you choose your punishment.” Your hand was stroking my back and shoulders as you said this, and in spite of my fear I felt myself relax a bit at your gentle touch. “Here are your choices, little slut,” you said. “You can take 12 strokes of the cat …. And I mean 12 full strokes, not the little love taps you have had before …. Or you can take 6 strokes from the riding crop.”

“Oh my god,” I thought, “What is he asking me to do? I can’t make a choice like that.” You continued to massage my back and shoulders as I lay there debating inside my head. “Come on, little slut …. I’m not going to wait all night for you to make a decision. If you don’t choose, I’ll choose for you.”  I swallowed hard, drew in a ragged breath, and in a whisper that you could just barely hear, I said, “The riding crop, Master.” As I said that, your hand stopped stroking and rested on my shoulder. You gave it a gentle squeeze, and I sensed that you were pleased by my choice. You knew how terrified I was of it the first time you showed it to me. 




Training



The first morning of her ownership by Dr. McDouglas began with a wonderfully warm bath. Emily, nipples, was lead by her leash into the large bathtub and told to stay on all fours. She was instructed, however, that all fours, meant hands and feet, not knees. In fact, Dr. McDouglas, after some thought, bound her knees and elbows together securely. Naturally, this lifted nipple's butt until the good Dr. gently pressed it down into the position that would become second nature to her for the next 2 weeks. 

Once nipples was in position, Dr. McDouglas scrubbed his new treasure head to toe, carefully examining every inch. He was very pleased. He explained that positioning is very important, and she would learn how to maintain the various positions He required. He looked up at the camera to make sure it was recording and smiled as He saw it was. 

After her bath, He lead her outside into the huge wooded back yard. Although there were homes are neighbors nearby, He doubted that anyone could really see through the foliage, and if they did, He didn't really care. His new pet would have to get used to being viewed and handled by others eventually.

The first course of business was to teach her how to walk gracefully in the desired position. Her head held high, a toothy smile on her face, He lead her around the perimeter of the yard. Periodically, He had to gently press her bottom down some but she quickly made the various adjustments necessary to get comfortable in this position. She felt quite owned. She felt like a purely sexual animal with her sex open and on display. She had no idea what was to come.

Dr. McDouglas worked with nipples all day. She learned how to walk, how to trot, how to sit, and how to lay. Periodically, He allowed her to rest, during which time, He stroked her back or her haunches, and on two occasions, He playfully caressed her breasts which hung beautifully in the various positions she learned. 

At feeding time, just as He had instructed earlier, she was given a bowl of feed and a bowl of water. She managed to eat without making too much of a mess, but she still had some practice to do with the drinking. She leaned forward to lap up the water, and Dr. McDouglas smacked her bum. Every time her bottom rose, He smacked it. Finally, she figured a way to crunch down, her knees on the outside of her elbows. This, of course, made her bottom that much more open, and sent shivers of excitement down her spine. 

Again, He stroked her back, and played with her hair. "I have a hairdresser coming tomorrow, my dear, to do something with your hair. We can't have it falling into your face when you feed. You are enjoying your training?"

Nipples nodded shyly, and felt the smack of her Master! "Yes, Master, it is exciting and," she paused, "stimulating!" 

"Very good, my dear. You instinctively know that you must be completely honest with me ... completely honest! I want to know exactly how you feel right now, please, to the best of your ability."

"If it pleases You, Master, I feel like a beautiful and expensive dog. I also feel completely submissive and exposed which honestly excites me. "

"Very well, nipples. Now, back to work." He picked up the leash. "Sit!" She sat as taught (something like a squat) knees wide open, elbows squishing her hanging breasts together invitingly, her head held high. "Well done. We will practice this. Walk." Nipples stood and walked as commanded. "Sit!" 

They practiced this for most of the afternoon until nipples grew more and more graceful. Mid-afternoon, Master opted to give nipples a break and lead her over to His oversized lounger where He sat. He commanded her to sit which she did, more beautifully than He ever expected. "Now, as you did yesterday, you may pleasure my penis with your mouth, my pet."

Nipples was still bound knees to elbows, so she was unable to put her hands behind her back, but her hands were still useless. She buried her face affectionately in His crotch in eager search of the zipper. His manly musk intoxicated her and her arousal became more wanton. She tugged hungrily at the zipper and finally managed to expose His delicious penis. Again, she buried her face into Him, inhaling deeply. She kissed and licked Him and felt such delightful adoration as she watched his penis grow in response to her ministrations. 

He relished the natural sounds that gurgled in her throat. She tenderly lifted His penis into her mouth, and her tongue lovingly caressed it round and round just under the rim. Her hunger was obviously growing. Her face pushed up against Him as she sought His balls and sucked them into her mouth one at a time. For over 2 hours, she gave herself devotedly to the pleasure of His penis, teasing and loving it, sucking and nibbling it, caressing endlessly with her tongue until it throbbed huge and thick. 

"Please, Master ...," she hesitated in uncertainty, but courageously continued, "Please use Your pet for Your pleasure, Master!" Again she buried her face in His crotch, licking His balls seductively. "

"Nipples, Lay!" Immediately, she assumed the position she had been taught. Her head was down, her body curled up but her bum lifted high and wagging some. Dr. McDouglas stood behind her and with His hands opened her bottom wider. He used a finger to massage her vaginal opening, and circle her swollen clitoris. Her bottom wagged happily and soft sounds of pleasure came from her mouth and throat. To her surprise, He used her juices to moisten her anus, and quickly thrust His engorged penis deeply into her. She cried out loudly and a neighbor answered with a question ... "Everything ok over there?" 

Dr. McDouglas responded, "Yes, of course, just a wayward pet, but everything's under control." 

"You and Your pets!" the neighbor laughingly remarked and silenced.

Master smacked her bottom a few times while continuing to impale her. Her grunts and groans increased as she rocked against His thrusts energetically. Her body was right on the verge of losing control ... His hands grabbed her hips and His thrusts increased in tempo until finally ... they both exploded, Him first and her body responded to the spurts of manhood that filled her opening to overflowing. 

"Richard, are you still there?" Master called.

"Sure, Sean, what do you need?"

"Do you have your digital camera handy? I forgot to install a camera out here to monitor the progress of my new pet. "

"Sure, be right there."

Emily, nipples, was horrified. Someone, a stranger, was coming to take a picture of this? Ohhhhhhhh noooo! Sure enough, within a minute, Richard arrived with his camera. 

"Oh, a fine pet she is, Sir!"

"Yes, indeed. Though she still requires plenty of training to bring out her natural skills. Please take photos from as many different angles as you can ... as long as I can stay within her."

For the next several minutes, Richard walked around the pair snapping pictures from every angle he could imagine. His focus seemed to be on the point of actual union ... the beauty of her receptiveness of His massive engorged penis. 

When both Richard and Master were satisfied, they chatted for a minute or so casually about the weather while nipples lay there, feeling a myriad of feelings to which she was unaccustomed. 

Finally, Richard handed his camera to Dr. McDouglas and left. Nipples felt some sense of relief as he walked away. 

It was supper time. Dr. McDoulas fed nipples and stroked her while she ate. He spoke to her in soft, affectionate tones. 

"I will be posting these photos on my website, along with the others, and at some point, I may permit you to see them. I am obscuring your face, my dear, but the pics give a small glimpse of just how lovely you are and how desirable. Besides, you know you love being photographed, don't you?" He laughed and smacked her butt.

"Yes, Master, I cannot lie. It is very exciting to me to be found worthy of being put on display, Master."

"Yes, dear, that is part of it. But there is much more. We will get there." He disappeared into the house for several minutes. When He returned, He carried some small glittery objects that were unidentifiable.

"Sit , nipples!" She obeyed.

He held two rubber rings attached closely at one point. Dr. McDouglas slid one ring over her left breast and the other ring over her right breast. The rings squeezed her breasts lusciously so they appeared more sculpted, more pronounced. He fastened rings behind her shoulders. The rubber rings introduced a tiny measure of pain into the equation. He then clipped heavily weighted gems on each raised nipple and she groaned in surprise. They didn't exactly pinch, but felt more like a bite. The weights swung with every movement and pulled on her nipples making them larger and quite purple. Then, finally, he pressed against her clitoris, pulled at it to make it stand, and then clipped a matching gem onto it, and this time, nipples yelped!

"What's the matter, nipples, have you never been jewelled before?" He laughed as He lovingly stroked her bottom. "Now, walk!" She tried and stopped abruptly as she felt the gems pulling and rubbing her arousal. "Yes, pet, walk! Head up! All around the yard, please!" She walked slowly to minimize the rubbing. "Again, head up, come on girl!" Nipples felt the tug of the heavy weights on her nipples with each step and the gem on her clitoris was continuously rubbed as her legs moved. "Come one, nipples, smile! This is a pleasure for you! You are to show off your beauty, your femininity, your open sexiness. Flaunt it, nipples! Prance!" 

Again and again, he ordered her around the perimeter of His yard. After several laps, He picked up the camera and started to snap more pictures. "Head up, girl, smile for the camera! Excellent! Now trot! Let me see those breasts bounce! Yes! That's it! Beautiful! You see? I knew you'd enjoy this!"

"OK. That's enough. Now stop and sit right here in front of me. She obeyed and indeed, a smile crossed her face. "Today is Sunday. Next Saturday, there is a dog show in the city. You will be entered and will bring me a huge prize. There are only three other human dogs entered thus far, and they are male, so you should have no trouble outshining them. We will work very hard this week, and I know you will make me proud at the show. Now, masturbate, please while I snap a few more pictures for your growing fan club."

"Yes ... that's it. Let me hear you, dear. Such a sexy pup you are! I think we will have you waxed, though. And a tail. We will have to prepare a tail for your magnificently fuckable ass. Yes!! Wonderful expression! Now, cum, nipples, long and loud. Let Richard hear you!"

"Ohhhhhhh Master!!!,"she moaned. "Here is Your ... cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmm." A visible ooze bubbled from her vagina as her expressions and squirming betrayed her ecstatic ride. "Thank You, Master! Thank You, Master! Thank You, Master!!!"

"For what, my pet?" 

"For using me so expertly and knowing what I really need. How do You do that?"

"Ahhhh, my secret, my pet. Now it is getting late. Come on inside and I will prepare your dinner."

Nipples hungrily ate all her dinner and lapped her water with increasing skill. When she was finished, Dr. McDouglas inserted a small remote vibrator into her vagina and anus and allowed her to curl up at His feet and relax for the evening. Periodically, He would flip the remote to high for a few minutes then back to low. Nipples enjoyed her new jewelry and wondered what the rest of the week held. She was also quite curious about this other male dogs against whom she would compete at the dog show. Surely they would be bigger and stronger than her. "How would they compete?" she wondered as she drifted off to sleep. 

She was awakened by the vibrations within her body screaming for release. Dr. McDouglas had turned the vibrators to high to see how long it would take to arouse her from a dead sleep. He was amazed. It was less than 2 minutes, but would not let her cum so quickly. Instead, he untied her elbows and knees, and turned the vibrator back to medium. He stood and picked up the leash. 

"Now, nipples, hold your positions as though you were still tied, and perhaps I shall not have to tie you again. We are going for a short walk. Are your decorations still inn place?" He tugged on the nipple clips. "If you were really mine, I would have those perfect nipples pierced. Mmmmmm, they are scrumptious! And the one below? He flicked it and she winced! Yes, my dear. I know. That one takes some getting used to. It's not too tight, is it?" He removed it and reapplied it, wiggling her sore clit in the process. "I do love seeing it hang between your legs, nipples. By Sunday we will have weights on that one too to enjoy when you prance and trot around the ring."

With that, He turned the vibrators to high and lead her out to the sidewalk and they walked around the block. Nipples hid her face any time a person passed by but in between the passers by, nipples proudly trotted by her Master's side. Dr. McDouglas noticed, of course, but this time said nothing. The effect of the rubber rings made her breasts jiggle and dance in a more pronounced way and the weighted clips stretched her nipples and drew attention to their feminine beauty. As she remembered to walk correctly, the clip on her clitoris shone like a star and pulled and rubbed it to a continuous state of arousal in spite of it's soreness. The vibrators hummed full tilt within her two holes and she honestly felt very simply and very naturally like a sex animal.

When they returned home, she was directed to go pee, brush her teeth, wash and present herself spread eagle on her Master's bed. It was only then that the vibrator was removed from her vagina, but remained in her anus. "Now, my darling pet, beg for my penis!"

"Please Master, use Your pet as You wish." she moaned, her body wiggling in it's heat.

"That's not begging, dear," he said calmly.

"Master, please use your penis pet!" she cried out.

"I'm not feeling it, pet."

"MASTER!!! PLEEEEEEEASEEEEE allow me the honor of your penis ... PLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEASSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEE!!!!"

"Yes, that's better!" He unzipped his trousers slowly and stripped before her for the first time. His penis was deliciously aroused and thick with pleasure. He teased her for several minutes, painting her inner thighs with his precum and also with her own juices until she was nearly in tears. He presented it to her mouth first and reverently, she kissed it before sucking it into her mouth ravenously. He pushed it deep into her throat and felt her gag reflex, but ignored it. She sucked powerfully, like a female animal created for sexual use. Hungrily she gulped and gasped for air then took him deeper still into her ...

Suddenly, He was pushing into her lifted vagina. Her muscles squeezed tightly, and he groaned with pleasure. She held her position as best as possible for some time, but finally, her passion overruled her, and she clawed at Him, pulling Him closer. She wanted Him deeper and deeper into her. She wanted him to fully possess her and felt that perhaps one day he would. They both climaxed and rode their passions wildly until they collapsed together, His penis still within her, and slept. Of course, when they awoke, she was curled around His feet, like a good pet, her mouth on tenderly devoted to His penis.



Training



Like all my stories this has elements of truth in it. The, "truth" bit can be in the sex, the background or any other bit of the story. Knowing that some people I know read this site and may be left wondering which bit is true is part of the fun.

Physical exercise always left him feeling horny afterwards. While exercising, he didn't notice it but later, well he would take things into his own hands or hand as it were. As he did so Dave would often fantasize about whichever girl he had been training with. 

Nothing romantic or sexual had ever happened between him and any of his circus skills partners, partly because for much of the time he had had a regular girl friend but he had also seen more than a few relationships go badly wrong at the circus school because people had different expectations etc. etc.

Juliette had also had her own dreams about a number of the men she had worked with and since she had started working with Dave on a regular basis had often imagined his mouth on her nipples or even lower down as she played with herself in the shower after training.

He was working with Juliette, wild blonde hair five foot three, small firm breasts and not an ounce of spare fat on her. Oh and Juliette also had muscles from all the working out she did, in fact, she had a six pack to match Dave's. Dressed in leggings and a top that unfortunately covered her breasts there was still an ample amount of midriff on view. Dave was similarly dressed, minus the top.

Juliette was balanced with her hips on Dave's feet. She placed her hands in his and he bent his legs, gave a strong push and this time they got it just right and she was doing a handstand on his hands as he lay on the floor, suddenly gazing into her deep blue eyes. 

The routine had gone perfectly, all they had to do now was run through it a few times before the performance. It would be strange doing it out in front of everyone instead of in the padded cell, AKA the Acrobatic Studio at the circus school. On an Impulse Dave decided to bend his arms and lower Juliette down to a point where they could kiss. "keep it tight." He murmured and using all the strength in his arms slowly started to lower her down.

Just as their lips met they somehow lost it. Juliette lay collapsed on top of Dave and to cap it all her top had come undone so her breasts were flattened against Dave's chest. Neither of them were injured, and there was no one to see and laugh at their ineptitude. There was still laughter though. Juliette had a fit of the giggles which she seemed totally unable to control. Dave kissed the top of her head and despite suddenly being aware of her nipples against his chest, joked, "Maybe that bit's not ready for the act yet?" He hoped to distract Juliette from the erection that must be starting to press against her crotch.

Juliette lifted her head and Dave was rewarded with a view he had imagined many a time after their practice sessions. Somehow catching her breath and taking a break in her giggling Juliette asked, "Why? Don't you like what you see now?" Like was an understatement and Dave knew that whatever the cost he just had to put his hands on those beauties in front of him. 

Slowly he released the grasp he had on Juliette's hands and reached forward. Soon he was rewarded by feeling the objects that had been his desire for the past six months. As he felt her nipples harden under the influence of his thumbs and fingers Dave kept half an eye on the door of the studio in case anyone should walk in. Soon however Juliette was demanding his undivided attention. "Suck my nipples!" She commanded.

Dave was only too happy to oblige and as first one nipple then the other was pushed into his willing mouth his hands were finding their way inside Juliette's leggings and the thong that was her only other piece of clothing. She moaned as he massaged her rock hard buttocks, feeling her juices start to flow. Juliette couldn't remember being this horny. Her cunt was eager for no needed some attention. "Touch my clitoris!" She commanded a second time.

No second invitation needed, Dave moistened a finger with her flowing lubrication and obeyed. As he did so two other fingers found their way inside her lips. Afterwards neither could say how long this went on but at some stage Juliette moved forward on her hands and knees to allow Dave's tongue access to where his fingers had been doing their magic. The taste of her sex, seasoned with salt from all the exercise made him still harder as he tongue fucked her shaven sex.

Unable to hold back any longer Juliette's hips started bucking and pushing against Dave's face and tongue. At the same time her breathing was getting faster and faster. Knowing she was close he squeezed her nipples hard and was rewarded with a flood of her cum juices which he lapped up as best he could. 

Even after her orgasm subsided Dave kept exploring all the folds of Juliette's cunt with his tongue, pushing to one side or another or as deep as he could reach, avoiding her button which was too sensitive to take any more for a while. Juliette soon wanted more and reaching over to her bag extracted a condom. She grabbed hold of Dave's leggings and pulled them down along with his underwear. After rolling the condom onto his engorged manhood she totally removed her own leggings and thong before opening her legs out into a straddle and easing Dave's cock into her waiting love tunnel by gently rocking forward.

Dave was more excited than ever as he saw his hard penis disappearing inside Juliette's willing vagina, the first hairless one he had seen in real life. He raised his hips up to meet hers and felt the tightness of her muscles gripping him. Juliette leant forwards against his hands working their magic on her breasts with their sensitive nipples again, letting him take some of her weight for balance as she reached down to her clitoris with one hand. God! she needed to cum! Faster and faster she played with her clit and Dave sensing how close she was thrust up harder and faster with his hips till if not exactly together, at least with twenty seconds or more of overlap their orgasms filled their whole bodies. 

Amazed that no one had intruded upon their time, Dave and Juliette dressed and then used one of their towels to wipe up the evidence of their love making. As they left the Acrobatic Studio Juliette uttered just a single word. "Shower?"



Training a Cock Princess



The beginning:

Master had called her that morning, Slut was told he was ready to take her to the next level of his training of her, told the slut she was requested at his home with him this weekend for training that pussy to feel more of the ache of need of her cock and denial. In that denial of sluts orgasm making her ache deeper to love the cock even more, that she is learning her purpose. He told her to pack her bag, bring her enema stuff, her plug. To not shower or wash her hair, but dress in her hose, her jeans and tank top... to drive to the mall and text him once there... Master hung up the phone.

Slut has been aching for the cock; Master had been training her for awhile now. Her ache controls her thoughts now, that ache and need is the sluts only thought, that cock to be deep inside her now for sometime. He wont use that anal cunt, wont use her aching, needing pussy... only teasing it making the slut wait, just making her hornier, aching more to love that cock... to be in her place... knowing her purpose... feel and know what she is to herself.. To him. This drives her to him more, she can't say no to his will for her. His training, her submission flows to him, naturally uncontrollably like no other from what he gives her though this denial.

As the slut got dressed, she began to get nervous, not sure what was going to happen. Slut packed her bag... thoughts of what may happen or what her Master was going to do to her kept racing though her head. Would he finally use her aching pussy, let her cum all over that cock allowing that ache deep in her to be satisfied? Would he continue to torment it, keep making her take her orgasm to the edge? Would he make her beg him to make her stop, not allow her to cum... Making her deep ache for the cock she loves and needs even worse. Knowing he would, Slut knew that she would at least be able to love the cock with her mouth. If nothing else finding happiness in knowing her purpose.

Slut gets to the parking lot, sends her Master the text that she is there. Before she can put the phone down it rings. Sluts need builds more as she answers the phone... knowing it is him, knowing what that deep voice does to her and her ache, need of him. Masters only words are, hello slut, reach into your pants over your hose; bring that cunt to the edge for me. Play with it slow; softly...think of that cock... Don't cum!! Her ache builds; her pussy gets wetter, clit starts to swell knowing what she has to do. The slut reaches and unbuttons her jeans, reaches her hand in over her pantyhose, knowing she loves that feeling of nylon on her swollen lips, that aching clit... rubbing her lips softly, closing her eyes as she plays... thinking of Master, that cock she loves and needs to completely take care of with her mouth and body.

As a couple minutes goes by she hears a car pull up, slut looks and it's him, watching her... the whole time...he was only a row over... he pulls up to her...rolls down his window, they were all dark tinted. Play with it slut... rubs it softly... Look me in the eyes while you play for me... There is no shame in being who you are, don't worry about others. Enjoy feeling that ache for me, learn to love it, crave that ache and need. Bring it to the edge for your Master; your owner... tell me your purpose slut... all the slut can say is, to love the cock, to be one with the cock and the cock is one with me... Good girl....

Get your bag slut, and get in the car is what she heard next. Slut couldn't say no to his wishes, her ache, her desire, her submission to him was almost complete. As she sat down in the seat, shut to the door. Her master leaned in; kissed her softly on her lips told her she is a very good girl, she is learning her purpose. He took her bag placed it in the back, along with her purse. As he came back from the back seat he told slut to close her eyes, listen and behave.

A blindfold was placed over the sluts eyes, she was buckled in and her wrists were bound by the leather restraints he placed on her wrists. Master holding her hand, to give her a little comfort knowing she is nervous. Feeling like we were driving for awhile, we stop and turn going down a long gravel drive way, which feels like it goes on and on. Finally stop I hear the garage door open we pull in, and as it closes my door opens and Master takes slut by the hand. 

As slut is lead into the house, lead into a room in the house... she is told strip and to kneel start touching, caressing her pussy softly and wait for his return. As Master returns slut can here the chain, the chain she loves yet fears for knowing what it does to her. Slut hears his command to lift her hair, slut can feel the thick leather collar go around her neck, lock into place.

I hear that command, play with that pussy again...we need to bring it to edge again don't we my lil cock princess. Yes my slut... once you get to where your Master needs you to be, you will be my lil cock princess, not just slut. You have to be trained and pushed further, taken to a new level of submission to me, to the cock...

Slut feels the chain being connected to her collar and locked on, the rest of the chain hits the floor, her blind fold is removed. As Master lifts my chin to look into his loving eyes as they meet mine, I hear him in that sweet loving voice; my sweet slut, my soon to be cock princess, you are now here to stay. There is no going home, you will learn you purpose, and love your Master and the cock always; you will always ache and need for that cock, and always put it first in your thoughts and actions. You will be one with the cock; the cock will be one with you, this is your purpose, my soon to be cock princess. You will always feel my love and affection, my tenderness of you when you're being a good girl for me, for your cock.

Masters voice becomes deeper, harsher in his tone; my slut will be controlled and taught, if you don't follow my structure and guidance, my slut... you will be corrected, and harshly if needed. I will have what I need from you. You will follow your structure I set up for you; you will become my cock princess, will be loved and cared for very well. You will enjoy things with me in life, but you will always know your place with me.

Slut sees the room she is now chained in, seeing the chain connected to a loop in the floor, a large floor mate near his bed, with blanket, and pillow. Dildo's and vibrators mounted to device hanging by Masters Bed. Some paddles, and straps on the wall, She knows no he wasn't kidding when he said he was going to do this to her.

Knowing now she can't escape, not sure if she wants too...then at that moment it dawned on her... she didn't know where she was, and no one knew she was here... she begins to get nervous of what will become of her but in knowing this she finds happiness in losing that control to him, losing control of her ache and need. Knowing she has to now surrender to his will of her and find herself on a deeper level in loving the cock, loving her Master... 

Seeing his slut looking around knowing she is a bit nervous, Masters come up behind tells his slut, we need to work that clit baby, bring it to the edge, we need to build that need in that pussy. I need you focused now and learning your purpose... Slut is bent over and she feels him push the med size plug in and out working it in and out of her slowly. Knowing that drives her ache, that need in her cunt. Feeling it finally being pushed all the way in, it over takes her the need is so strong...the ache starts pounding in her pussy...all she can feel is the need to love the cock over take her.

Master seeing this and knowing his sluts ache is building, she is entering her zone... tells her to play with her clit softly, work it to the edge for me my slut... As Slut begins to caress her aching pussy...closing her eyes as she does, hearing the zipper on his pants go down, sending her need of it in her cunt deeper, how she hungers to love it, kiss him, feel the cock deep in her pussy, her anal cunt just pounding her; knowing he wont use her there yet... he is making her wait... all she can feel is her need of loving him, he again tells her to keep her eyes open always, slut must always be looking at her love the cock when she is playing with her clit.

Slut opens her eyes and she then see's the cock she aches for in front of her. Master sitting in a chair, strap around his left thigh with an O ring attached to it. That cock just is laying there, soft and beautiful, all sluts can do is look at the cock, and then hearing the reassuring, loving voice... that's a good girl... Focus on your cock... come rest your head on master thigh my soon to be lil cock princess, lay with your cock as you play for him... look at him with those loving eyes, show him your need, your devotion to loving him, completely, totally... 

Locked on the strap, I am only able to be next to the cock. I can't reach it to love him, with my lips or tongue; slut is only close enough to take in that musky smell of the cock. Making her ache, her need to love the cock stronger. Feel her strain against the strap to love the cock, all she can whimper out is a desperate Please Master gently caresses her hair, telling her she is a good girl and learning her purpose. He tells her not to stop working her clit, to work that pussy... 

Look at the cock; my slut, always look at him when you play with that pussy ALWAYS the cock you will learn to love it, need it, ache for it always feel secure in loving it. Show Master the love, the need you have for the cock, the ache that will bind you to me always. I need to see you give me all of your love and devotion to the cock and more.... 

Tell me when slut is going to cum, when she is on the edge... Look at the cock my slut, cant you just feel it inside of you right now just pounding that aching needing pussy... knowing this would bring her to edge... slut finally cry's out to her master, slut is on the edge... slow down my slut, work it slow keep it on the edge... tell me when it starts...

Knowing the slut is at her very edge...All that is said is... do you want to cum slut? Or do you want to love the cock, feel the cock? all she can do is surrender to his will of her and her need of the cock, knowing she would be punished for choosing to cum over loving her cock as she did once before, she knows she is a slave to her ache and deep need in her of loving the cock completely... all she can do is take her hand away, and whimper a desperate please to the cock... and in doing so as she is released from the strap to love her cock, only hearing that's a good girl, your learning your purpose; feel your ache, learn to love it...



Training A Cum Slut



I married a woman that was 20 years older than me. She was my mothers best friend and I have known her all my life, she has a son that is 2 years older than me and we went to the same school. We got married when I graduated from high school she was always the hottest mama that came to school, she would wear leather mini-skirts to the PTA meetings. I had jacked-off a lot with her image in my head when I was younger.

It all started when I spent the night over at Greg’s house and it was time to go to bed Greg is her son’s name and her name is Kim. I was going to the bathroom when I looked into Kim’s room and she was lying in the bed with a very short teddy on. My cock got hard as a rock and when I got to the bathroom I laid my toothbrush on the counter and started playing with my cock thinking, how I would love to fuck Greg’s mama.

I could feel the cum boiling in my young balls and wanting to be released. I opened the medicine cabinet and found some vaseoline I slapped some on my cock and started stroking hard thinking about how good it would feel to fuck her pussy. See I was still a virgin at the time and I hadn’t even seen a real pussy, except in a dirty magazine. Everything I knew about sex was from magazines like Hustler, Aggressive Woman, Nugget and some other femdom mags. About that time I could feel the cum starting to shoot thru my cock and the door opened up and Greg’s mother was standing there looking at me as the cum was shooting all over the counter top.

My face was as red as hell, and I was embarrassed she quickly shut the door behind her and put her finger over her lips, motioning me to be quite. She took her hand and wrapped it around the base of my cock she than rubbed my cock head on the counter top where I had cum. Next thing I knew she was down on her knee’s sucking the cum off of my cock. I t felt very good and my cock never lost any of it’s hardness. She then stopped sucking my cock and said; you nasty boy masturbating in my bathroom.

She than wanted to know if Greg was still up? I told her that he was a sleep, she said; good do you want me to make your cock cum again? I said; sure I would love that. She started jacking my cock and telling me not to waste any more cum by jacking off she said that any time I felt like cumming to come find her she will suck or fuck me till all that nasty sperm is out of my cock. I have been fucking and sucking her ever since I am thirty years old and she is now fifty and still as sexy as hell. 

She has taught me how to serve a woman or a man with my mouth, cock, hands, and ass. We love doing nasty things to one another like her fucking man after man and me eating all the cum out of her well-fucked pussy and ass. Or me fucking some man in the ass while she sucks their cock or some man is fucking me in the ass while she is sucking on my balls and jacking my cock off. 

It’s a never-ending thing of being fucked and sucked or fucking and sucking, it doesn’t matter what you are doing behind closed doors. But lately she has been doing something different, for some strange reason all she wants to do is fuck me with a strap-on-dildo and make me eat her cum filled pussy after she has been on a date. That’s fine with me because she always makes me cum real hard and I love the taste of cum mixed with my lovers juices.

One morning we were in the kitchen and she got my cock so hard, she reached for the butter and told me to bend over she worked some of the butter into my ass. She coated my ass, fingered my asshole. I was moaning and pushing back on her hands and fingers. She stopped fucking my asshole and went back to work on my cock. 

Then she stood up and reached on the counter for the biggest rubber cock I had ever seen. She brought it up to my ass, and started the head in. Once it was in, with one fast hard shove she jammed it in all the way up to my tonsils. I yelled out in pain then she started to fuck me. Oh no, it wasn’t slow, it was almost sadistic. She slammed that big rubber cock in and out all the way up to the fake balls on the end.

That big cock was stretching my asshole to its limit I started to cry she said; why are you crying cum boy, you know you wanted me to fuck you. You want me to treat you like a slut whore cum boy. I was still begging for her to stop until I felt her take my cock in her mouth while she was fucking my ass. I started to thrash back and forth between her hand fucking me with the rubber cock and her mouth on my cock. She said do you want to cum now cumboy? 

She slid the rubber cock back inside my ass and started working on my cock again. She had me moaning and bucking back and forth again. She kept fucking me, pulling her mouth off she asked you like this cock in your ass don't you cum boy? She waited for an answer. I didn’t say anything, I just moaned as she fucked me. 

She started talking nasty saying things like think of all the guys that I am going to get to fuck you. Think of all the guys I am going to have stick their cocks in your mouth and down your fucking throat. I have learned to love being fucked, I have become addicted to this kind of nasty perverted sex. This sick need to feel a man’s cock in my ass fucking me and shooting his hot cum inside me. Even the feel of being fucked in the mouth with the cum shooting up into my mouth, tasting the nastiness of another person’s cum. 

I just love it when I am eating her cunt, her fucking cunt, where cocks and cocks and cocks have fucked her. And the cum is so thick in her pubic hair that it is all matted together, see Kim trim’s her cunt but she leaves the hair above her clit long she says she likes the feel of her pubic hair full of cum and if her cunt was shaved most of the cum would run down her legs, before she got home for me to clean her up. And that wouldn’t be any fun for me. I love the taste of her pussy drenched in men’s cum and she loves to feed it to me so I have the best of both worlds. 

E-mail me with the nasty things you do in your life



Training A Fuck Buddy



I was out taking out the trash when I saw that she'd left the dome light in her car. This was a great opportunity because I loved any chance to see Ms. Sheila my neighbor. She was a full figured 50 year old milf if there ever was one - thick legs, chubby tummy and large, soft tits that bounced so nicely when I'd watch her walk and had that long line of cleavage. She wasn't a model - after a divorce, raising kids, she sagged and had wrinkles, but always, always she looked fucking sexy. I'd had a crush on her since we moved in when I was in high school. Her daughters and I had become friends, but it was mostly so I would have the opportunity to sneak peeks at their mom so I could jack off later that night. They'd both left college, which left we with fewer opportunities to see her face to face and I sure as hell was going to take this one!

I walked up to her front door and knocked - I looked down at myself and realized that I wasn't much to look at tonight. My athletic shorts with no boxers, some flip flops and a plain white t-shirt. I had never been good with girls because I was a chubby black guy and all the girls at school thought of 50 cent ripped with a six pack black guy...I was...softer and funny, but no one wanted to take this 5 ft 9 black guy to bed.

She answered the door wearing a robe that was too short and wasn't doing a great job of hiding her sexy figure. She smiled at me "Well hello Jack. How're you?" I could feel my erection coming up as I looked at her - I should have thought about that.

"I'm...ummm...I'm good Ms. Sheila. I just..."

She smiled even brighter and told me to "come in, there was something we need to talk about."

"Yes ma'am." I walked in and brushed her tits - there was no way she didn't notice - she smelled so good. I walked into the dining room that was just past the entrance and had a seat in one of the chairs with the armrests around the table. "What...what can I do for you?"

"Well Jack..." her smile faded and her voice became...stern? "I know about last month when you were in your backyard looking in my open bedroom window..." If I could have, I would've turned beet red - she was talking about when I was out back doing - - I don't even remember --- and I had seen her undressing from her window. I watched the entire incident and had been jacking off to that constantly ever since....and spending more time in the backyard at night. "...and I may have to tell your mother. How do you think she would take that?" I may have been a 20 year old guy, but between paying for community college and paying off a car, i didn't have rnt money and mom would definitely kick me out for a dumbass stunt like this.

"I...I...I'm sorry...please..." I stammered out.

"It didn't help that you came to the door with that erection, Jack...and I also think that you used to spy on me when the girls where here during the year. This makes me very uncomfortable." I started sweating as she sat in a chair across from me with that short cotton robe starting to gap a bit more at the top and riding up her thighs. I couldn't help it - I was about to be ratted out and my cock started getting hard on it's own. And I could smell...something...

"I....I...."

She placed a hand with her long fingernails around my hardening cock without breaking eye contact - "This thing is getting you in a lot of trouble isn't it? Have you ever been fucked Jack?" In any other situation, I would have been surprised to hear her say something like that, but right now I had so many other feelings that I couldn't answer - she squeezed my cock and I moaned out a "No...no..."

"Not even a little blow job or hand job?" She asked - her voice a parody of a teenage girl. I was embarrassed about her seeing me, I was embarrassed about being such a loser and I was afraid of getting in trouble.

"No...well...once..." I could barely hear my own voice. Ms. Sheila still had by my cock in her hand. She squeezed it and said "Tell me about it."

"It was a girl from college who was moving. She told me....she told me she wanted to practice giving a hand job because her boyfriend wanted one...she wanted to do it right..." I was ashamed that the one hand job that I'd gotten was a practice one.

"Well that's just pathetic Jack. Have you jacked off yet today?" She asked.

"No...well...this morning..."

"What were you thinking about?" She was leaning in closer.

"Fucking you." I looked away from her. She grabbed my face with her free hand and brought it back so I was looking at her. She laughed a little.

"You think you could fuck me? I'd have to teach you first. Stay here." She got up, walked into the other room and was back before I could even think about running off. "Put your hands on the arm of the chair." she said from behind me and I did what she said. She then proceeded to tie my arms to the chair with the rope. She did it angrily.

"Jack, if you were a real man, and not a lowly pathetic nigger, you would have fucked me already. But you're not a man yet. You're a scared little boy that needs to learn to fuck and not be afraid of little bitches. I can't believe you even let a bitch like me threaten you, and then let me tie you up. Fucking pathetic." She said all of this as she was pulling my shorts off of me, but left my t-shirt on. I was confused, but I didn't stop her. "At least you've got a fucking nice cock."

All I could mutter was "thanks?" She slapped me hard across the face.

"Until you're more than a nigger boy, you call me Ms. Sheila, do you understand?" I was surprised, and instantly responded "Yes, Ms. Sheila!"

She stood straddling the right wooden arm of the kitchen chair where my hand was tied down. "Take two of your fingers and put them in me...put them in my bitch cunt." I turned my hand over...it was uncomfortable, but I was excited to be fingering the woman who had been the center of my sexual fantasies for years. She untied the robe so that I could see her slit and I pushed my two thick fingers inside of her. I couldn't go up and down so I just kind of wiggled them around. "Niggers..." she muttered "...Never know how to finger a woman...like this" she said making a come here motion in the air with two of her fingers. That smell from earlier was stronger and I realized it was her pussy and that she was getting wetter. She closed her eyes and let me go for awhile explaining how to find her clit and to rub that. She slapped me a few minutes in for being "too gentle...you let a dirty cunt feel like she's in charge and you'll never get any." so I fingered her as roughly as I could tied up. She grabbed my head with one hand and with the other around my throat she began to squeeze and smile for the first time since I walked in "Yes...yes...use those...big...ohhh...nigger...fuck...fingers..." and she screamed "FUCK FUCK FUCK AHHHHHHHHH...." I could barely breathe but I knew from porn that I'd made her cum. My hand was soaked with her juices. She stopped humping my hand back and backed off the chair a bit. She finally let her robe fall to the ground. My already hard cock got harder.

"Ms. Sheila...you're...beautiful." I whispered.

"Don't be a pussy. That's why you're tied to the chair. A man wouldn't be in a position like that." Her beautiful tits swayed as she spoke and her pussy was smooth and she had a sexy tattoo on her tit that I'd often thought about. "Let's teach you how to fuck little boy."

She walked over, turned around and moved another chair in front of her she put her hands on it and guided my cock into her soaking wet and tight pussy. I moaned. "Jack, if you fuck me like a man, I'll suck your big cock. But you've got to treat me like a woman, like a worthless bitch...prove your a man..." she sounded different and I sure as shit wanted head.

I quietly said "Fuck me bitch..." She moaned and said "that's not good enough...you sound like a worthless nigger still..."

I tried grabbing for her hips and barely made contact with my fingers even with her wide, sexy hips. I grabbed her soft skin and pinched or grabbed when I could "Fuck me Sheila....fuck my cock...you...worthless cunt...do your job..." I was angry all of a sudden and bucking my hips into hers hard. She was riding my cock hard but I was pissed that she treated me like this and it made me hornier. She deserved to be fucked like a piece of trash. "I said fuck me like you mean it whore!"

"Oh Jack...more..." And then, against everything I wanted I stopped bucking and scooted the chair back until I was out of her. She turned around angry "What the fuck!?!"

"Listen her you fat ass bitch. Fucking untie me now. Who the fuck do you think you are?" She smile a little bit and untied me. 

She bent over the table this time and said "Please fuck me Jack."

I grabbed her hips and pushed into her from behind - all 8 inches of me...I fucked her hard and into the table...she felt all 5 inches of my girth in her fucking cunt "You dirty bitch...you fucking old whore...I'm going to cum in you." I couldn't take much more

"Please cum in me! Give me your nigger cum! Please cum in me...yes...please! Your white whore needs it!" I could feel her getting tight around my cock and I lost it. I grabbed her shoulders and pushed in as deep and as hard as I could and fucked her hard and unloaded load after load of cum in her. I couldn't stop cumming in her tight cunt. When I couldn't cum anymore, I collapsed on top her on the kitchen table...my cock hanging down the crack of her ass, both of us panting.

My face next to hers, she said "Such a big, strong man."

"Bitch...you're talking too much..." I pushed off of her and grabbed her hair and pulled her into the living room. I had never jacked off and been this hard this soon after, so I wanted to take advantage of it when we were there, I sat on the couch and let go of her hair. "Suck it slut" She smiled, and got on her knees and started licking my cock from the very base to the very top. I took off my shirt. She put each of my heavy balls into her mouth and moaned when they were there. She was fingering herself and her long brown hair was on my thighs as she went up and down on my cock. I pushed my cock deeper into her mouth and throat with my hands at the back of her head. The only sound was my occasional grunt or moan and her sucking my hard, black cock. 

"How do you taste, you old bitch?" I asked after she'd been on her knees for awhile. Her response was to keep sucking. She ran one of her hands up my thighs and up to my nipple and started tugging on it - it felt fucking amazing. She kept sucking and eventually let go of my nipple "Fucking old cunt...fuck...suck my cock..." was all I could manage to get out.

I could feel my balls get tight and she must have too because she looked up at me, took one of those perfect tits in each hand and wrapped them around my cock and i started fucking her tits "You have such a big cock...please cum for me Jack...please give your white bitch your cum...please cum..."

I looked down at her and grabbed my dick from between her tits and started jerking it hard "You fucking cow...wouldn't your girls be proud of you now?...take...my...FUCKING CUM!!!!" and as I thought about the fact that I was fucking my friends' mom and the way I was talking to her I blew my load in her face and on her tits and in her hair. She was covered in my cum. She put her mouth back on my cock and sucked me until I was soft. She smiled and said "that was so good. What else do you want?"

I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her toward my cock "Suck it until you get me hard again you fucking slut." She put my softening cock in her mouth. In a few minutes I could feel myself getting hard inside of her mouth. I pulled her head back and smacked her on both sides of her face with my cock and grinned wickedly at her. "On your back bitch." She quickly laid down on her back, the cum in her hair drying, her tits held up in her hands. I lifted and spread her legs, and then realized I was going to need leverage for what I wanted to do. I grabbed a couple of pillows off of the couch, lifted her fat ass off the ground and slid the pillows underneath her and then lined my cock up with her still dripping pussy and pushed it in - she grunted "Yes...please Jack...your slut needs your cock in her pussy." I got so turned on hearing her say that, but I just needed to lube my cock up.

I pulled out my cock and pushed two fingers deep into her pussy and pumped a few times, after which quickly pushed them into her ass "Wait...no...stop...I don't..."

"Shut the fuck up and get ready to have your ass fucked, MS Sheila." Her hands came up to my chest as she was trying to pull away but i had grabbed her sexy, wide hips and pulled her close to my cock which was lined up with her asshole. I risked taking one hand away to guide my cock into her tight brown hole when she screamed as it went in.

"FUCK!!! OH FUCK!!! IT'S TOO FUCKING BIG!!!" she had a death grip on my arms as I slowly pushed into her warm, tight ass. She was struggling against me and her asshole was clamped tight. I took one of my hands, placed it on her smoothly shaven pussy put my thumb into her pussy.

I calmly looked down into her eyes, wide with fear and pain. "Sheila. You're going to take my cock in your ass and it will feel good, for me anyway. But...look at me slut...you have to pay for earlier, and you're my bitch now." She relaxed a little. I pushed my head in and she screamed bloody murder, but relaxed after a second. My cock was still rock hard and itching to fuck her tight asshole hard.

After a minute of small thrusts, I pushed more of my cock into her tight, brown asshole.

"Fucking relax and take it Sheila...you feel so good when you fight back...and...I'm..i your ass..." as I slowly picked up speed and force going all the way in until my balls were in the crack of her chubby ass and all the out until just the head was barely in her, she slowly relaxed and went from screaming to occasionally grunting and taking it. "That's right...you're a bitch...fuck...you're my tight bitch...fucking slut...you whore..." I just said it all to her as we looked into each others eyes. 

After a few minutes of pushing into her ass I heard her whimper "It's making me need to pee." She looked away. I stopped with my cock in her ass. "Please let me up to go. I won't go anywhere. And I'll bend over so you can fuck my ass easier. Please?"

I smiled and shook my head. "Nothings keeping you from pissing now bitch." I started pushing in and out again. I got even more turned on when she just let her hands down to the side and she started to piss. Not a little. It was as though a hose had been turned on. The thick smell of piss mixed with the smell of sweat, shit and cum. I exploded deep inside her bowls just as she finished pissing. I didn't know my balls could hold so much cum after the previous two events, but I kept cumming and pulled out and finished cumming on her chubby stomach. I could feel my cock soften. I moved from between her legs and laid them on the piss soaked carpet. I stood as she laid there looking up at me...ashamed? Good.

I stood over her naked body, covered in my cum and reeking of her own piss. I grabbed my cock and relaxed as i felt my own stream of urine leave my body and cover her. After I was done I looked back down at her "Well, let's go shower and you'd better make an appointment to get this cleaned tomorrow. That is, if you ever want to be fucked like a bitch ever again." I smiled. She smiled as she got up from the floor and kissed me with her sexy lips. I could taste the traces of cum still on her tongue.

"We need to get my little nigger man cleaned up so he can fuck me again." She put my soft cock in one hand and my balls in another "I want so much more of your giant cock - in anyway you'll let me have it." I smiled. I wasn't going to need to jack off for a long time