4 comments/ 124380 views/ 76 favorites Emily's Diary By: ArtyGee This story is based on correspondence I had with a couple after they read my submission "Controlling Bobbi" . After sharing some hot older woman / younger guy fantasies based on their teenage neighbour, one day she sent me an e-mail telling me she had actually submitted to his blackmail of her, and that he was now fucking and controlling her. A little while after that, she stopped all correspondence with me, presumably because the young man demanded it. I will let the reader decide for themselves where the reality ends and the fantasy begins. "Emily and Mark" are in their thirties and "Connor" and all the others are over 18. 01 Dear Diary. God it sounds so trite. The last time I wrote those words in this book was over ten years ago, but I absolutely have to tell someone this story and I'm pretty sure you won't tell anyone else. Well Diary, if you had asked me two months ago if this would ever happen I would have told you "never" but this afternoon while Mark was at work, I let the neighbour's son fuck me in our living room. First, I had to kiss him, and let him feel me up, groping my breasts and squeezing my ass through my slacks before he made me strip naked for him. He ordered me to lay down and then fucked me until he came after which he dressed and walked out the door while I lay there leaking his cum onto the sofa. Whew. I'm glad that's out. I couldn't keep it bottled up inside any more. I had to tell, because I know that this is only the beginning. Well actually the beginning goes back almost a year... Of course, Mark is really the kinky one. He's always reading erotic fiction on the net and trying to figure out ways to get me involved. About a year ago, he took me out to dinner at a restaurant but I had to be completely naked under my dress. Our waiter was a young guy and he was really checking me out throughout the whole meal. I'm pretty sure he got a couple good downblouse views. Of course Mark saw the whole thing. When we got home, he was a wild man in bed. After that, he seemed obsessed with stories about older women and younger men. Our neighbour has an eighteen year old son. He looks a bit geeky to me, not at all my type, but some women might think he is kind of cute, with his short shock of ginger hair and lots of freckles. Mark has been trying to get me to come on to him for a while now. He does silly things like sabotage some item in our home, then get me to call and ask if Connor can come over to help me get it working. In this game, I pretend that Mark is not home, when in fact he is hiding somewhere he can monitor the action. He always gets me to wear skimpy clothing and hang around exposing myself while Connor tries to help. Sometimes I show a lot of cleavage, other times a lot of leg. Not long ago we did this and Mark insisted I wear a short skirt with thong panties. I needed to bend over to show Connor what the problem was. Mark, said that Connor took a picture of my partly exposed ass and thong with his phone when I was bent over. Mark has often rubbed my pussy until I cum, as he asks me how many of Connor's friends I think have seen that picture. Sometimes, Mark would blindfold me or tie me up and pretend to be Connor and fuck me. Other times he would ask me to call out Connor's name when I came. It really made him horny and the sex was always volcanic when we did it. Mark sits around on standby a lot at work so he has time to fantasize and e-mail me sexy dirty stories and scenarios involving young men which we can review when we are in bed together. With all this repetition. I have to admit the idea began to turn me on too. Just as a fantasy though, not ever to become reality So, as I said, these silly games were pretty much harmless until a couple weeks ago, when Mark read a story where the woman left a naked picture of herself jammed in the printer and called a young man to help her fix it. Of course the young guy saw the naked picture, when the printer restarted. Mark absolutely loved the idea but our black and white laser printer wasn't suitable. Instead of the printer, he sabotaged my software plug-ins then got me to call Connor for help. Of course before he did that he made sure a revealing picture of me was available from the desktop. No sooner had Connor sat down to try to help me, than Mark rang the house phone from his cell. I had to run to the kitchen to answer it, leaving Connor alone with the computer. There I was in the kitchen with my pussy literally drooling as Mark talked dirty to me about what Connor was seeing. I finally had to hang up on him before he made me cum right then and there. Well Diary, it seems that after all the teasing we had put him through, and being alone with full unchaperoned access to my entire computer, Connor couldn't resist snooping around a bit to see what he might find. Apparently he had a memory stick with him and he copied an entire folder of sexy pictures Mark had taken of me, either partially or completely nude. It never occurred to me that he would also have full access to my e-mail folder and he saved copies of dozens of our sexy fantasy conversations about young men in general, and about him in particular. Mark had kept me talking for quite a while, longer than I realized while Connor was on the computer. When he came down and said it was all fixed, he had a kind of funny smile on his face but he never said a word. Not one word until he came to the door this afternoon that is. I was not expecting visitors when I answered the door, and was a bit surprised to see Connor. I greeted him politely and asked what he wanted. He seemed very nervous when he said we needed to talk and asked if he could come in. When we got to the living room, he dropped the bombshell. He pulled out two full size pictures of me. One in a bra and panties, the other naked from behind. He told me that if I didn't want the pictures and stories to be sent to my family and my colleagues at work, including my boss, then I better be prepared to do what he said. When I threatened to call the police, he laughed and said that would be fine. He would simply say that it was me who was trying to seduce him and he would give them all the supporting evidence he had from the memory stick. I knew I was trapped, but instead of being frightened or angry, I felt my pussy start to melt. Oh my God. He was really going to take control of me, and I couldn't do anything to stop it. When Connor saw the look on my face, he seemed to immediately gain confidence and ordered me to kiss him. And so it was, Diary, that I found myself standing in my living room being groped through my clothes while kissing Connor and letting him push his tongue between my lips. Having me submit to his attentions made him bolder still, and soon he stepped back and ordered me to strip for him. Having been subjected to Mark's endless fantasy scenarios, I found that the real act of submission to this young man caused my tummy to melt and my pussy to leak. My brain was screaming that this couldn't be happening, but it was, and it turned me on like nothing else. My shaking fingers moved to open the buttons on my blouse. It seemed like time stood still as Connor's eyes devoured each new piece of my exposed flesh. When the blouse was open he told me to get it off and then drop my slacks. One button, one zip and I was standing in front of my neighbour's son in nothing but panties and bra. Of course those needed to go too. After walking around me twice to enjoy the view, Connor made me lie on the couch and spread my legs. His eyes never wavered from my pussy as he dropped his pants to reveal his rock hard cock. When it popped into view, I couldn't help but stare. It was so pink and so hard. I lay riveted to the spot as he moved between my legs and pressed his cock to my entrance. I had to reach down to help him line himself up, and when I did he roughly pushed all the way in. This was not lovemaking it was fucking. Without any apparent concern for my pleasure, he roughly gabbed my tits and immediately began thrusting vigorously. My whole body shook and my head banged the arm of the couch on each stroke. In no time at all I heard him grunt and felt the rush of his hot seed as it jetted into my cunt. It was like a geyser. The strongest jets of cum I ever felt hit the top of my pussy again and again. Finally he collapsed on top of me, laying there in a stupor for a moment before pulling his softening cock from my body. He grabbed my panties and wiped himself with them, pulled up his pants and turned to go. As he left he told me to keep shut up about it if I didn't want the pictures sent. He said he would be back soon for some more action. That is why, Diary, as I lay freshly fucked, leaking Connor's load on our couch, I decided to get you out again. You are the only one I can tell who won't blab my secret to the world. I only wish you could help me decide what, if anything I am going to tell Mark when he gets home. 02 Dear Diary. Well, true to his word, Connor stopped by again today. When I let him in he pulled me into a rough kiss and groped my tits. He ordered me to strip and watched closely as I complied. When I was naked, he told me to turn round for inspection. I didn't see his phone until I was facing him again and heard it click. OH GOD. He had taken at least one picture. I know I should have been afraid, and I was, but I was also aroused. He could do what he wished, I had completely lost control. Smiling, he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bedroom. After throwing the spread aside, he pushed me down onto the bed and told me to spread myself. This act of submissively exposing my sex to him as he began to disrobe immediately started my juices flowing. This time he stripped naked and rubbed himself up and down my body before telling me to put him inside. Obediently I reached down to guide his stiff cock into my wet cunt. His hands again went to my tits, kneading them as he pushed himself in to the hilt. He paused there a moment to savour the feeling of being completely enveloped in my, by now, hot wet pussy. Then he began to fuck me with a passion. He groped my tits, pulled my nipples and pummeled my pussy with his cock as I lay submissively beneath him. I have to admit, Diary, that the whole scenario was making me so excited I was building towards an orgasm when he pushed all the way in, went completely rigid and shot jet after jet into me. When he pulled out, I so wanted more, but that was not to be. He stepped into the master bath to clean up and take a piss, then dressed. Once again admonishing me to keep my silence as he walked out. For the second time, he had used me for his pleasure, filled me with his seed, and abandoned me. The sex is rubbish. He cums too quickly for me to reach my peak, but being controlled by this teen boy and having him use me for his pleasure is driving my libido into the stratosphere. I couldn't stop myself from dipping my finger in his deposit and rubbing it over my clit until I came. When Mark came home, I broke down and told him what Connor was doing to me. At first he went ballistic. He yelled and threatened and talked about calling the police, but then as he calmed down, he got that funny look on his face and started asking me for details. I told him everything, and let him read my diary entries. We fucked like rabbits all night. Oh Diary. What is happening to me? 03 Dear Diary. If I thought that Connor might slow down his control I was sadly mistaken. Today he walked right in and dropped his clothes just inside the door. He told me to come over to him and after pulling off my tee shirt and bra, ordered me to take him in my hand and stroke him. Of course, he was giving my naked tits a work over and pushing his tongue into my mouth as I did. Once again, my submission caused me to get soaking wet in no time. After a few minutes of this activity, he broke away and told me to come into the kitchen with him. Bold as brass, he walked over to the refrigerator and took out a beer. After taking a big drink, he told me to drop my drawers and bend over the kitchen table. When he moved in behind me, I felt his rigid cock brush against my arse before he lined himself up and pushed himself in. I really like it from behind. That, added to my feelings of being controlled and fucked by this young man had my arousal in overdrive. I felt myself quickly approaching orgasm, but once again, Connor was first to cum. I was close, but not close enough. Even the feel of his hot seed jetting into the top of my cunt was not enough to push me over the top. Spent, he pulled back and wiped our combined juices onto my bottom. He made me stay bent over like that while he finished his beer. I was so horny, and needed to cum so badly, that I reached between my legs and started stroking my lips and dipping my fingers in the cum leaking down my thigh. I started to stroke first one, then two fingers into my wet tunnel circling my clit every other stroke. I was in my own little world and almost didn't hear the click of his phone, but when I did the thought of him having and sharing those photos with God only knows who, pushed me over the edge and I came like a freight train. He's obviously starting to gain confidence, Diary, and I really don't know where he might take me on this journey of submission. I don't know, and there is nothing I can do to stop it even if I did 04 Dear Diary. I can't believe his audacity. Today he just walked in the door and told me to drop to my knees. Almost before I was down there, he had his stiff dick in his hand and was pushing it at my face. Of course I have given blow jobs before, but this was so sudden and unexpected, that it caught me off guard. Connor groaned loudly as I sucked him until my cheeks collapsed. Once again, there was no romance here. I was sucking him off. He was in control and my brain was screaming with excitement and arousal. How can this be, Diary? What is he turning me into? As I continued to suck and lick him, he grabbed my head and pressed his cock to the back of my throat. I don't often suck Mark, but when I do I am always careful not to go too far down to avoid gagging. As soon as Connor's cock approached the back of my mouth, I gagged. I pulled back, but Connor just pressed right back in. When I gagged again, he shot his load directly into my mouth. I do not really like the taste or texture of sperm and I only rarely swallow for Mark, but Connor gave me no choice. I coughed and gagged, but his whole load was deposited directly in my mouth and he ordered me to swallow it. He then took great pleasure in wiping the leakage from my chin, cheeks and neck with his fingers and making me lick them clean. After wiping himself off on my pullover, he zipped himself up and was gone, leaving me kneeling in my foyer with the pungent taste of his cum in my mouth and throat. A taste that returned all afternoon in little belches as I digested his load. I might have wondered where such a young man could gain such confidence and know about so many different things to make me do for him, but I know he read Mark's sexy e-mails and he's seen the stories we read. I know he's getting this stuff directly from our fantasies, and that's what is making this whole thing so very exciting, and also so very frightening. When I told Mark about having to swallow Connor's load he got hard as iron. I spent the night sucking my husband off and swallowing his cum too. I think he is getting too into this, Diary. He told me he can't wait to hear what Connor is going to make me do next. 05 Dear Diary. I think that I am developing a conditioned reflex to Connor. When he is doing things to me I am scared, and humiliated, but after he leaves, I can't stop thinking about him controlling me and every time I do my pussy starts to get wet. I'm in a constant state of arousal and I cannot stop playing with myself and making myself cum over and over. Mark and I are fucking constantly as he questions me about my activities with Connor every night. I can't believe how hot it is making him and how it has made our sex life so much more intense. Today when I let Connor in, he told me to strip off my top. He wanted it slow and sexy like an exotic dancer and that's what I gave him. I felt so cheap being a stripper for this neighbourhood boy, but I had to do it. When I was topless, he made me clasp my hands behind my back and keep them there while he played with my tits and pulled on my nipples. Until he had them sensitive and standing at full attention. I couldn't believe that I just stood there, with my pussy leaking and my hands behind my back as he groped me for his pleasure, continuing to tweak and diddle my now throbbing nipples. It was almost a relief when he ordered me to lay down on the sofa and put my hands above my head. When he had me positioned to his satisfaction, he dropped his pants and moved toward me, his stiff cock leading the way. As I lay there panting from excitement, he straddled my middle and pressed his cock into my cleavage, ordering me to squeeze my breasts together around it. He then began a slow thrusting of his hips, sliding his rigid dick through the tunnel between my breasts. After three or four strokes, he pulled out and spit a huge gob between my tits. Then he ordered me to spit too. It was so humiliating to have him spit on me and order me to spit on myself, but he is in control now. The lubrication of our combined spittle allowed his cock to slide easily between my tits hitting the bottom of my neck on every thrust. It didn't take too long before he told me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. He made me keep my mouth open and insisted that I not swallow as he shot jet after jet of his thick cum onto my tongue and teeth. Then, after ordering me not to move, he jumped off me grabbed his phone and took several pictures of me like that before telling me to swallow it all. As he was putting his pants on he told me he was tired of waiting for me to open the door when he came and he wanted his own key. At first I refused. There was no telling what he would do if he had full access, and then it hit me. He was already fucking me and making me blow him. I could never refuse to let him in anyway, and so I took a spare key off the rack and gave it to him. My pussy tingled with excitement as I watched him add it to his ring. When he left, I went to the bedroom, pulled out my vibrator and made myself cum. Twice. Later that night, Mark brought me off another three times while he fucked me. Oh God, Diary. What am I becoming? 06 Dear Diary. Last night was a hard night at work and I was exhausted, I didn't hear a thing when Mark left for work this morning, I just slept right through. When I woke some time later sunlight was leaking through the blinds. I felt a warm body snuggled against my back and a hard prick pressing into my ass. Sunlight! It was late, and Mark should be gone. I was suddenly awake and spun round to see Connor's smiling face. How in hell? Oh yes. He had simply used his key, walked in and crawled into my bed. Now that I was awake, Connor pasted his lips to mine and pushed his tongue into my mouth. His hands were everywhere. Cupping my tits and pulling my nipples. Sliding behind me to grab my ass and in front of me to rub my pussy. I couldn't stop myself from reaching down and grabbing his cock to squeeze and stroke it as my arousal increased. It was only a matter of minutes before he threw off the covers, yanked off my panties, pushed my legs apart and mounted me, sliding his young cock balls deep on the first stroke. I couldn't stop myself from wrapping my legs around his hips, even if I'd wanted to. In this position, Connor had unobstructed access to my sex. Soon he was pulling almost all the way out, then pressing back in until his pubic hair ground into my clit. I was right on the verge of climax when I felt his body go rigid and the strong jets of cum spray my womb. Emily's Diary Once again, Connor had gotten off and I was left hanging. As he pulled out and rolled off me I let out a sob of frustration. He turned, glared at me and asked what my problem was. When I told him, he laughed and said he didn't care. He was here to use me for his pleasure not mine. He told me he was in control. I was his slut, his whore, his cunt, and he could do anything he wanted to me because I was powerless to stop him. He ordered me to stop wearing panties so he could have quick access to my sex any time he wanted, and told me that if he ever caught me wearing them again. He would spank my ass red. It was like I got hit by a truck. It was all true. He was in control of me. I was his sex toy to do with as he pleased. He owned me. And as those thoughts all ran around my brain I felt my tummy melt with excitement. I lay in the bed with my pussy leaking our combined juices onto the sheets as he dressed and left. Oh Diary. This is really true isn't it? Our fantasy has become my reality. I just can't believe this is actually happening to me, or that Mark is enjoying it so much. 07 Dear Diary. We got the call this morning. Mark's mom fell in the bath, and had to go to hospital. Mark decided that he needed to go to see her and try to lift her spirits. I had never really gotten on with her and Mark said there was no need for me to come with him. I hardly had time to walk to the kitchen and start the dishes when I heard a key in the lock. When the door opened, I called out and asked him what he forgot. Instead of Mark's voice, it was Connor who replied that he was here for a quick fuck from his personal slut. I was just pulling my hands out of the dishwater when Connor entered the kitchen and told me to freeze. He walked up behind me and undid my robe, opening the front and grabbing my tits in his cold hands. My nipples sprang to hard points and he immediately started to pull and twist them. It was quite painful and I cried out, which caused him to tell me to shut up and take it. His controlling manner made my pussy wet as his hands moved down my belly and pulled my panties down my thighs. It was then that I remembered about the panties, but it was too late. I didn't even have a chance to dry my hands, before Connor had pulled me down over his knees, threw my robe aside and started spanking my bare bottom. I cried and squirmed to no avail as the slaps rained down and my cheeks began to burn and turn red. This was humiliating beyond measure. There I was a grown woman draped across my teen neighbour's lap getting a spanking like a little girl and, God help me, it was turning me on. When he was satisfied that I had suffered enough for my disobedience, he ordered me to lay face down across one of the kitchen chairs. When he stood and dropped his pants, I could see that he was fully hard and his cock pulsed with life. He told me he had read something interesting that he wanted to try, and asked me if we had any lubricant in the bedroom. An icy chill ran through my center. I could think of only one reason he would want that, and prayed that was not what he was going to do to me. I told him we had nothing like that, foolishly hoping that would put him off, at least for today, but not a chance of that. As I lay there with my burning red ass exposed, Connor opened the cupboard and found the vegetable oil, then went to the fridge and took a big carrot from the crisper. My brain began screaming for me to run, but I knew there was nowhere to go. As he stood where I could watch, he rubbed the oil on the carrot and told me that the story said the long taper of the carrot would open me up slowly. Not to worry. I would soon be begging for his cock in my ass. He read our e-mails and stories. He must have seen Mark's suggestions and my firm refusals. He knew I had no anal experience, and I knew that wouldn't stop him. Lost in my thoughts and fear, I hadn't noticed that he had moved behind me and I jumped a bit when I felt his fingers spread my ass cheeks. The sensation of the cold carrot pressing against my anus spurred me into action. I began to beg and plead with him not to do this to me. I started to struggle to get up. He shoved me down roughly and then quickly straddled my back, effectively pinning me to the chair with his weight. He told me he could do what he damn well pleased, and to shut up and enjoy it. When I continued to struggle and plead, I received several severe slaps to my ass and another order to shut up. As I lay there whimpering, I felt the small end of the carrot enter my clenched asshole. To his credit, Connor proceeded slowly, adding more lubrication as he stroked the vegetable in and out of my ass. Several times he spanked my ass hard and commanded me to relax. Mercifully, the pain in my ass cheeks took my focus off the carrot invading my arse. Like it or not, the ever expanding diameter of the carrot slowly dilated my rectum as Connor continued to push it deeper with each stroke. By the time he had the entire length pressed into me, I was beginning to moan with arousal. I was shocked when he stood up, releasing me from the chair, the carrot still pressed fully into my rear passage. He told me to get into the living room, bend over the sofa and pull my ass cheeks apart. I felt vacant when he pulled the carrot from my butt and tossed it in the trash. As soon as I was in position, I felt his rigid dick press against my stretched hole. He had lubed himself up with the oil and was able to easily push in the entrance. The deeper he went the less stretched I was and I could feel his cock opening me up as he pushed all the way in. When I was fully impaled he slapped my ass again and asked me to tell him how good it felt. I'm no stranger to dirty talk during sex. Mark loves it and it feeds his fantasies, so I began to tell Connor what he wanted to hear as his cock pistoned in and out of my stretched asshole. Strangely, after several minutes of his fucking, I began to actually enjoy the feeling, and by the time he shot his load deep into my bowels, I was truthfully begging him to fuck my ass harder and faster. Well, Diary, he sent me out to buy some proper anal sex lube, and spent the rest of the weekend fucking my ass and there was nothing I could, or would, do to resist him. I am now fully owned by my teenage neighbour. He has pumped his young hard cock into me and repeatedly shot his cum deep in every hole possible and I can't deny that it is the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me. I have no idea what is coming next, but I am soaking wet just thinking about it. Mark calls me nightly for full updates and I can only imagine how many times he has jerked himself off after hearing my reports. He was totally pissed about my anal submission and vowed to drill my arse when he got home. I told him I couldn't wait for it Diary, and I meant every word. 08 Dear Diary. Late Sunday night, Mark called to say he needed to stay another night. I had no idea when Connor would return, but there was no question in my mind that he would when he saw Mark wasn't home yet. I knew he couldn't pass up another night of uninterrupted access to my body. The next time he opened the door I saw his eyes pass up and down over me and then he ordered me to strip. By the time I was naked, my pussy was wet and my lips were opening in arousal. I was rooted to the spot as he walked up and slapped my ass. I didn't understand. I had not been wearing panties, Why the spank? I didn't have any more time to think about it because Connor ordered me to get upstairs, and he followed close behind slapping my ass three more times along the way. In the bedroom , Connor told me to get out four silk scarves. That scared me and excited me in equal measure. Of course I couldn't refuse when he tied me spread eagle to the bed, but when I tested the knots and realized that I was truly secured with no chance of escape I started to panic. Connor started searching through the nightstands and found my vibrator in the bottom drawer. He had an evil smile that never left his face as he asked me where the spare batteries were. I was helpless now, even more fully in his control than ever and I was almost cuming from the experience. When he returned , he sat down beside my hip and started running the vibrator up and down my pussy. I was so aroused I could hardly breathe. Connor looked me in the eyes and told me he was tired of my not cuming with him and I was going to wish I had been more responsive to his efforts. With those words, he turned on the vibrator and started to slowly stroke it along my slit. I was so excited by being helplessly at his mercy, that even that slight stimulation caused my pussy to spasm. I pulled at my bonds as my first orgasm flushed through me. I foolishly thought that Connor would stop but he didn't even skip a beat. He continued to move the vibrator along my lips pausing to focus on my clit on each stroke. I was surprised when the combination of my predicament and the vibrations brought me to another orgasm. I arched my back and grunted like an animal as my second climax rolled through me. And still Connor kept it up. A few minutes later, I was approaching my third orgasm. I pulled and strained at my bonds as he pushed the vibrator into my depths and took me through my biggest orgasm yet. I was now breathless and begging him to stop. But he kept it up slow and steady. Along my lips, onto my clit and then down and in. Over and over again. I whipped my head back and forth, I begged for him to stop, then I begged for him not to stop. I was delirious, out of my mind with arousal and humiliation when I felt myself spinning and falling, tumbling into the darkness. The last thing I heard before I passed out was a woman screaming through her orgasm. That woman was me. OH GOD, Diary. It was the most intense experience of my life and he was in complete control the whole time. When I opened my eyes, there he was smiling down at me. He had released my bonds and removed his clothes.. His cock was rigid and pink between his legs. When he saw me looking, he asked if I wanted to suck him. I meekly nodded my head, but that wasn't what he wanted. He told me if I wanted to suck his teen cock, I had to beg for it. I didn't know what else to do, so I started asking him to let me suck him off. As I continued to beg him, the humiliation increased my arousal and soon I needed his cock in my mouth. I begged and pleaded with him to let me suck. After making me promise not to waste his cum, he finally relented. As he lay back on the bed, his virile young cock sticking straight up. I moved down and attacked him. I took him as far down as possible. Licking and sucking him with abandon. I had never wanted anything more in my life. When he told me to beg for his cum, and promise to savour it, I almost came just from his words. I sucked him and licked him and in between I begged him to blow his load. To fill my mouth. To let me taste and swallow his hot seed. Suddenly he stiffened and flooded my mouth with his huge load. I was just about to swallow when he told me to stop. He made me open my mouth so he could see his load on my tongue and then ordered me not to swallow until he gave his permission. I tried to protest, but my words were garbled by the mass of liquid rolling around in my mouth. As the pungent taste soaked my tongue and taste buds, he got up and left the room. And there I sat Diary, with my mouth marinating in his jizz, my pussy leaking and my brain spinning, wondering where he had gone. About ten minutes later, he walked back in with a beer and told me to open my mouth again. Ten minutes of saliva had added to the volume of his cum, and I had to tilt my head way back to keep the mess from running down my chin. When he saw that I had not swallowed, he nodded and told me to go ahead. I needed 3 gulps to get the slimy load down my throat and into my tummy, and it almost made me cum again. Connor was rock hard again. After pushing me back on the bed, he grabbed my ankles, spread them wide and drove his dick into my pussy. By the time he finished his second pump, I was cuming all over him like the slut I have become. He pumped another big load directly into my center before he pulled out and told me to get cleaned up. He stayed in my bed all that night. Waking every two or three hours to fuck me. My dreams were peppered with visions of what he had done to me. I could see his hands on me, feel his cock in my cunt and ass, taste him in my mouth. They were so vivid and erotic that twice I woke to find my hand stroking my clit. I was so turned on that I made myself cum both times. It was mid-morning when when we finally woke for the day. He slapped my ass and told me there was nothing like a night of fucking his whore to bring on an appetite and he wanted me to make him breakfast. When I got out of bed I reached for my robe, but he told me it covered too much, and insisted that I go naked. After breakfast, Connor was hard again. Oh Diary, he is so young and so virile, I just can't help myself and soon I was kneeling in front of him swallowing. He instructed me to shower and shave, but to not brush my teeth or rinse my mouth. He insisted that the smell and taste of him remain in my mouth to remind me of him, until his return. After picking out one of my shortest thinnest shifts, he told me to be dressed and ready for instructions when he called. 09 Dear Diary. I can't believe what is happening to me, What he is turning me into. I was sitting in the kitchen, totally naked under my hottest outfit. When the phone rang I answered, Connor told me he was on his way back. He instructed me to blindfold myself and stand in the front hall with my hands clasped behind my head, awaiting his arrival. It seemed like an hour before I heard his key in the door, but at no time did I even think about moving away from the spot. There was a lot of rustling as he came in then the door squeaked shut. I heard him approach and sensed his nearness when he walked around me. The sudden slap to my ass caused me to jump and squeal, but I didn't dare complain. He ran his hands over my ass, then up my sides and groped my breasts. After enjoying me though the clothes, I felt one hand move to my pussy as the other stayed on my breast. Without the benefit of sight, my hearing seemed somehow enhanced. I heard his aroused breathing catch in his throat as his fingers slid along my soaked cunt. My knees almost buckled as he stroked my clit. And then he was pushing me down onto my knees. Still blind, the sound of his zipper was like a machine gun. The clink of a belt buckle, a rustle of clothing and I felt his hard cock press to my lips. This was beyond exciting. He was totally in control of me. I opened my mouth and sucked him in as far as I could. Strange, I thought, how different it feels when I can't see what I'm doing. Then I heard a cough. An icicle ran straight through my heart. Who had coughed? Of course. All that extra commotion at the door, the blindfold. Someone else was here. Watching. I was riveted to the spot, every muscle rigid, gripped in fear. My voice sounded tiny as I asked who was there. I almost fainted when I heard Connor reply from down the hall. My brain reeled. If Connor was down the hall watching then who?? My hands came down, to push him away. I reached for the blindfold so I could see who had been manhandling me. Who I had been sucking. Connor's sharp command made me stop. He told me to shut up, put my hands down, and get back to work on that cock. I begged him not to make me do this, but his reply was a sharp spank to my arse and a terse warning of more to come if I didn't comply. Tears of humiliation soaked the blindfold as I tentatively opened my mouth to receive the unknown cock. As I continued to service him, I realized that I had been right. It was a lot different than Connor's and I started to wonder if it was another neighbourhood teen, or someone I didn't know at all. I am so ashamed to say, Diary, that at that point it didn't matter to me. Connor controlled me. Owned me. Could make me suck strange cock. I was powerless to stop him and it turned me on more than ever before. When I tasted the stranger's thick goo, I came too. I was helped up to my feet and told to remove the blindfold. My eyes darted around until they landed on him. Another teenager, bigger than Connor. Chubby, with a bit of scraggly beard on his chin. Not my type at all, but I had sucked his cock and swallowed his load and it had made me cum. He leered at me and introduced himself as Donnie, then told me that now we were acquainted, I didn't need the dress anymore. When I looked at Connor, he simply nodded and told me to drop it. Donnie's eyes were fused to my fingers as he followed their motion down the buttons of my shift. When I pulled it open and off, he whistled and told Connor that I looked better than in the pictures. Donnie had seen pictures. The realization was like a lightening bolt. Connor was showing me off. I was his prize possession and he could brag and show pictures to whomever he wanted. There was no way out for me. By the time I was naked Donnie was half hard again and I could see a bulge in Connor's pants. Connor dropped his pants and sat on the sofa, motioning me over with a crooked finger. He wanted me on all fours between his legs sucking his cock. Focused on serving Connor, I didn't notice where Donnie had gone until I felt my knees pushed apart and his hard dick press at my sopping cunt. Connor asked him to wait, until I begged for it. I did, Diary, I was so ashamed, so humiliated, but I couldn't stop myself from begging Connor to let Donnie fuck me. I even begged Donnie. It was insane. The more I begged them, the hotter I got. It took about five minutes before they granted my wishes and pressed their cocks into me at both ends. I was bobbing my head on Connor's straight cock, as Donnie grabbed my hips and pounded my pussy from behind. My mind was a tornado of thoughts and emotions. I had never had two men at once. Never wanted to have two men at once. But here I was on all fours with a young strong cock stroking into each end of my body. Donnie pushed in hard causing me to move forward onto Connor. The intensity of Donnie's thrusts caused me to go further down than I ever had and I felt the tip of Connor's cock at my throat several times, before he groaned and unloaded deep in my mouth. I moaned and swallowed and felt my pussy pulse as I orgasmed around Donnie's dick. This pushed him over the edge and he flooded my pussy with his seed. They made me lick them both clean and swallow every drop before they dressed and left. That night, Mark made me suck him while he rammed my vibrator into my pussy. If I wanted two cocks, he wanted to fantasize about it. He made me call him Connor and beg for a cock. I came and came until he finally unloaded in my mouth. Oh, Diary. I have become such a slut for teen cock and Mark is no help at all. I hate it and I love it all at once. I have never been so humiliated and so excited before in my life. What is he going to make me do next? 10 Dear Diary. I had been going insane with arousal. I hadn't heard from Connor in several days, almost a week, and I wondered what was happening. I never really liked what Connor did to me as he was doing it, but it always made me crazy with lust after the fact, and kept me wondering how he might control me next. The last time, when he brought Donnie, had been unsettling, but it was all I could think of now. Two cocks pumping their hot young seed into my body. Two teenagers using me for their sexual release. When would they come back to do me again. Would they bring someone else to join them? Oh God. Why can't I stop thinking these thoughts? The long wait was excruciating. Mark and I had sex, but it was nothing as volcanic as when Connor was controlling me. He had no new fantasies and the sex was tepid rather than red hot. Where had my teen master gone? When I heard his voice on the phone, I was flooded with both excitement and fear. What was he going to do to me next? He instructed me to put on a dress, no panties, no bra, and meet him outside. I was to bring my keys. We were taking my car. I called out to Mark to tell him I was going out to run an errand as I stepped outside. Connor was waiting and we drove off together. Emily's Diary With both hands on the wheel I couldn't stop him from rubbing my bare legs and lifting my dress to expose my naked pussy. It took all my concentration to keep the car on the road as I followed his directions. It wasn't long before we picked up Donnie, who sat in back leaning forward to watch Connor feel me up. We stopped at a few traffic lights and I can only imagine what some of the nearby drivers thought when they saw what this boy's hands were doing. One old gray haired gent, leaned out his window for a better look, and when he did, Connor pulled my dress right up so he could see my shaved crotch. The Geezer gave him a big smile and a thumbs up before traffic began to move again. Eventually we ended up on a quiet dead end road. Connor told me to shut the car down and move into the back seat. As soon as I got in back, they pulled my dress off and started working me over. It was only minutes before they both had their cocks out and I was stroking them. I had to beg them for their cocks. Beg to suck or be fucked. Plead for them to DP me as they called it. After almost a week of denial, the excitement, danger and humiliation of this new scenario had me so wound up I couldn't resist. This time I was straddling Connor who rammed my cunt, while Donnie pushed his stiff dick up my ass from behind. The double penetration I had begged for was pulling and stretching both my holes beyond anything I had experienced before. I could feel their cocks rubbing together through the thin wall between my pussy and ass, sometimes in sync, sometimes alternating, always pumping. I was so aroused, that I didn't know or even care if anyone was around to see. I was in a strange neighbourhood, naked in the back seat with two teen boys, and it was making me crazy with lust. Apparently, they were excited by it too, because it didn't take long before both of them were shooting their loads deep inside me. Donnie said he wanted to see me make myself cum. Shamelessly I spread my legs and started working my clit with my fingers. More humiliation, more excitement. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. I didn't see him take out his phone and shoot the video clip of my moaning writhing climax. As I was returning to earth, he held the screen up to my face and showed me the video he shot of my fingers strumming my clit in the throes of orgasm. Oh God Diary. Another teenager with more evidence of my descent into sluthood. My lewd display had them both excited again. They made me suck them, each one shooting his load into my mouth again before we started the car and headed for home. On the way, Connor reminded me that Mark was still home and that I would be walking into the house simply reeking of sex, with their huge loads seeping down my legs from both orifices. He kept talking about it and rubbing me all over until we got back to the house. Luckily, I was able to rush in and get to the bathroom to clean up before Mark had a chance to see me. Oh Diary. What if Mark had stopped me? Fantasy is one thing, but what if he had actually seen the boys' cum leaking from my holes? How would he react? What would he say or do? And what will Donnie do with his video? 11 Dear Diary. Well, it turns out that my last entry was prophetic. It happened. Conner was reclined on the sofa with me straddling his hips facing him and pumping my ass to push his hard young cock deep into my pussy. We were both nearing climax, and he was sucking hard on my extended nipple, when I heard the front door open. Before I could react, Mark walked into the room. He'd had a call not far from home and decided to stop in for lunch. The three of us were instantly frozen in time. The shock of discovery, and the resulting fear, caused me to clamp my pussy muscles down tight on Connor's cock. The extra stimulation made him groan and raise his ass off the couch to press his groin tightly to mine. While Mark just stood there. I had never been so afraid in my life. It was one thing for us to have fantasized about Connor fucking me, but it was another to have my husband see me doing it. After what seemed like an eternity, I saw a wicked smile slowly dawn on Mark's face. He told us not to mind him, he was just going to fix some lunch. With that he headed off to the kitchen. I began to dismount from Connor, but he stopped me, pulling my hips down tight to his. He slapped my arse, hard, and asked me where I thought I was going, then told me to get back to work. He said he didn't care about Mark's arrival and he wasn't done fucking yet. I was gobsmacked. My husband had just found me on our living room couch with our teenage neighbour's cock buried balls deep in my wet cunt and he had just walked away to make himself a sandwich. Not only that, but I now had to continue with Connor instead of talking to my husband. There was no question who was in control of this situation and it was neither me nor Mark. Another sharp slap to my backside pulled me from my reverie. Connor told me to get up and bend over the arm of the sofa. In moments he was behind me pushing my head down and pumping into my pussy vigorously from behind. The sofa blocked my vision in the direction of the kitchen, so I saw nothing of Mark until Connor stiffened and shot his load. He grunted three or four times as he pumped the last of his seed into my upturned pussy, then pulled out, wiping himself off on my naked ass. Connor ordered me to stay still until he told me I could move, and walked off to the bathroom. It was strange lying there, ass up, feeling my teen lover's sperm leaking down my thigh, knowing my husband was in the other room. As it turned out, he was not in the other room. When I looked around to see Connor return, I saw Mark standing behind me staring at my open cunt. My eyes never left Connor's face as he walked up beside Mark and told him he was a fucking wimp and a wanker. He told Mark he was now going to fuck me whenever and wherever he wanted and share me with whoever he wanted and there was nothing either of us could do about it. He then announced that if he ever even suspected that Mark had fucked me he would bring a couple guys and beat him severely. Connor continued berating Mark, telling him that the only pussy he was going to get from now on would be when he ate out my well fucked cunt. Looking at the tent in Mark's slacks, he just laughed and said there was no time like the present to begin. Mark was mesmerized as Connor moved him forward and ordered him to his knees behind me. When he pushed Mark's face into my arse and told him to eat me, I almost lost my mind. The distraction of Mark's presence had prevented me from cuming on Connor's cock but now my brain was on fire. My husband had watched the boy from next door fill me with cum and now he was sucking and licking it out of my drooling pussy. Oh my God, Diary, I couldn't believe it was actually happening. My brain exploded and I came harder than than ever in my life. It's really happening, Diary, It's not a dream or fantasy. It's real. We're both under his control now. 12 Dear Diary. It's been a week since I made an entry, and what a week it has been. As I think back, it's all a blur of Connor fucking me, or me sucking him. Of Mark eating my pussy until I scream, or shooting his cum into my mouth. Donnie has even been here twice to fuck me up the arse. He loves that. I've become a total addict to being controlled. A sex toy for my teen neighbour and his friend. I am continually horny and my pussy is always wet. I can hardly get through a night at work now. Connor lets himself in day and night, regardless of whether Mark is home or not. Yesterday, Connor dropped a bomb on us. He has ordered Mark to move his stuff into the spare bedroom so he can sleep with me whenever the mood strikes him. We spent last evening relocating all of Marks clothes and other stuff from "our" bedroom to "his". Now Connor and his friend have access to my bed both day and night, and I know they will both take full advantage of that. I cannot believe that this is actually happening to me. Where is this teenager getting all his ideas? I'm now sexually servicing three men on a continuous basis. My pussy is rubbed raw by cocks (Connor and Donnie), tongues (Mark's), and fingers (mine). This is insane. I have become an unpaid whore, her bed available at a moment's notice. Just the thought is making me wet again. OH GOD. This can't be real. 13 Dear Diary. I can't believe that it has gone this far. When Connor and I woke up this morning, he pushed me on my back and fucked me senseless. Then he announced that we were going to a party. The smirk on his face indicated that this was to be no regular party. As he was leaving, he told me to Google "Bukkake" and take notes. Diary. I sat there in shock as I watched women get bathed in dozens of loads of cum as they knelt in the middle of a room. My mind was swirling with emotion as I watched several women receive the same treatment. As I watched the fourth woman take a sperm bath, I reached down to my pussy and came like a volcano. Is this the kind of party that Connor had planned? Who would be there? How many? I came again. After supper, Connor came in and told me to get upstairs. When we went into "our" bedroom, he opened the dresser and picked out my hottest lingerie and told me to put it on. He directed me to apply makeup in a slutty fashion, and then led me downstairs. Mark was sitting in the living room when we came in I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. Connor threw me my coat and I saw Mark pulling out his cock as we left. I was almost naked under my coat as we walked next door, and the instant we entered the house he took my coat leaving me totally exposed. I almost died from humiliation when we walked into the living room. There was a drop cloth on the floor and five teenagers sitting around the room. I turned to Connor to plead with him not to make me do this, but he simply spanked my ass really hard and told me to get on my knees like the slut whore I was. This was too much. I didn't like this, didn't want it, but Connor controlled me, owned me. I didn't really have a choice. I moved to the center of the room and knelt on the sheet. In no time all six were surrounding me, cocks in hand. Connor just smiled down at me and told me to get to work. I took his cock in my mouth first, just to get started. Pretty soon I had a rigid cock in each hand, one in my mouth, and three more pressing and rubbing against me. Just like I had seen in the movies, I alternated sucking and stroking each cock in turn, allowing these young men to use me for their pleasure. Since my hands were fully occupied, I had no way to pleasure myself, but that didn't stop my cunt from drooling down my leg. This was far and away the most intense sexual experience of my life. I was on my knees in my neighbour's living room and six teenage boys were using me as their cum slut. As the action heated up, Connor ordered me to lean my head back and open my mouth. Every one of them sprayed their load of cum into my mouth or over my face. I was covered in it. It dripped down off my face and onto my chest and shoulders. My mouth was half full, but I knew not to swallow until Connor told me to. Once everyone had a chance to see my mouth and tongue covered in their goo, I was ordered to swallow, then use my fingers to gather the rest and eat it too. The guys were going out to a concert so Connor told me to go home to Mark, reminding me that he wasn't allowed to fuck me. He said that he would look after that when he came back. So here I am Diary, naked in my bed with my pussy soaking wet, waiting for my teenage owner to come in and use me as his toy, and I love it. Will I ever be able to return to normal after this? What is normal? Will there even be an after this? 14 Dear Diary. I can't believe what has happened to my mind. I'm constantly horny. I can't seem to get enough sex. It's all I think about, day and night, and it has spilled over into my career. As a good looking nurse, I have had patients hit on me for my whole career. Here at the retirement home, there's hardly a month that goes by that some geezer doesn't try to cop a feel of my tits or ass. Bath time is particularly troublesome because the old guys are naked and the act of washing them is very intimate. There have been many occasions when the old men have achieved an erection, and several where they have begged me for a favour. I have always respectfully declined and made sure they washed their own privates. Last night, was bath night for Mr. Johnston. He is a nice old gent who is very friendly with all the staff. Although he has never made a pass at me, I know he has a dirty mind because he is always telling us ribald jokes. I have no idea where he gets them from, but some of them make me laugh right out loud. Anyway, about half way through his bath last night, He closed his eyes, leaned forward a bit and groaned. I thought he was having a stroke or heart attack and held his shoulders asking him if he was OK. As I leaned him back in the bath, he opened his eyes and looked up at me in a rather sheepish fashion and then nodded is head downward. I glanced down and saw a big stiff cock sticking up out of the bathwater. I couldn't help myself. My mind immediately appraised his cock as bigger that either Mark or Connor, but not as rock hard as their considerably younger members. It was sticking up from is mass of gray pubes, large and pale with a fat head, and my eyes were glued to it. Mr. Johnston whispered that it was the first hard-on he'd had in over six months, and lamented that he would have to waste this one too. He asked me for the washcloth so he could cover himself. As I was handing it to him, be gently grabbed my wrist and started to guide my hand to his cock. When I started to pull away, he looked up into my face with pleading eyes and whispered "please". My mind is not my own. I have been transformed into a total slut by my teenage master. That is the only excuse I have for what I did next. Yes Diary, I reached down with my wet soapy hand and wrapped my fingers around Mr. Johnston's dick. His groan this time was much louder his whole body stiffened at the contact. I couldn't get my fingers all the way around it and without thinking I brought my other hand up to help out. I now had two hands wrapped around the thick cock of a man who was considerably older than my own father, and I began to slowly and gently stroke up and down. He was stiff, not fully hard. There was still an unaccustomed softness there which, somehow, aroused me even more. As I was lost in these thoughts, I suddenly felt his hands grope my tits, squeezing and kneading them. The front of my smock was instantly wet and my nipples sprang to attention. When Mr. Johnston saw and felt that, he moaned again and dribbled a load of thick goo over his cock and my hands. I was going to stop, but he begged me to keep going and as I did more and more of his cum dribbled out. I was a bit surprised there had been no squirt, just a slow flow like lava running from the volcano After about a minute of squeezing and stroking his softening member, he thanked me and told me to stop. Suddenly my mind returned to me, and I freaked out. What in Hell had I just done? I could lose my job and my career for doing something like this. Mr. Johnston must have seen the panic on my face and he smiled, telling me not to worry, that he would keep the secret until next time when maybe I would be kind enough to use my mouth. The smile never left his face as I quickly cleaned him up dried him off and helped him dress. When we left the tub room, I grabbed a fresh smock and stepped behind a curtain to change. Mr Johnston's voice boomed in the empty room as he told me to come out of there and let him watch me change, or else. Timidly I pulled the curtain aside and opened my smock. I had worn a fairly sheer bra and Mr. Johnston's eyes were riveted to my tits as the smock came off. As I was putting on the fresh one, he commented that perhaps next time I could save myself the trouble by bathing him topless if I didn't want to get into trouble about tonight, that is. When I heard those words, I felt my core melt. Another man was now going to take control of me. Not a teenager this time, but a man older than my own father. Connor thinks it is hilarious and told me I should blow every old geezer that gets hard in the bath. OH. GOD, Diary. What is happening to me? How do I keep getting myself into these situations? And, what am I going to have to do on bath night next time? 15 Dear Diary. How can I even begin to explain to anyone what my life has become? It is impossible to believe that a woman can have so much sex from so many men, none of whom is her husband. Mark decided he needed to take a break. Actually Connor had something to do with that. The other night, Donnie had been in to give my ass a good fucking, and when he left, Mark came into the bedroom. I hadn't touched him in over two weeks and his cock was as hard and straight as steel. He said he had watched me get fucked and my moans and begging had made him so horny he was going to fuck me. I told him no. I reminded him about Connor's demand that I not have sex with Mark any more, but it fell on deaf ears. Before I knew it, I was pushed onto my back and Mark had mounted me. He groaned loudly and shuddered as his thick hard cock entered my sodden pussy. I was just starting to warm up when I felt him stiffen and shoot a huge load of cum deep into my cunt. I was nowhere near my orgasm and I asked him to keep going, but he just slid off me and lay on the bed gasping for breath. Well Diary, it seems to have come full circle. It is now my teen lovers who are bringing me to intense orgasms every day and night, and my husband who is unable to satisfy me. Tears of frustration and humiliation ran down my cheeks. Of course, Connor walked in at just that moment and started to laugh. He told Mark to get back to his room then took out his phone and sent a text. I was on my knees kissing and licking Connor's rigid cock and begging him for his cum when the doorbell rang. It was three huge teens, rugby players by the look. Connor let them in and then called Mark to come downstairs. They beat Mark senseless, then Connor offered me to them as a reward. As Mark lay moaning and gasping, I had my first triple penetration sex. When it was over, Connor made me give him money for beer and they all left for the pub to celebrate. I spent the next 45 minutes tending to Mark's injuries as cum dribbled from both my lower holes. When he was somewhat recovered, Mark told me that he was done with our game and he was leaving to bunk with a buddy until I came to my senses. I cried and begged, but in the end I watched as he packed a bag and left me there alone. Connor came home drunk and bent me over the couch to drill my pussy with his hard young cock. In his drunken state, it took him forever to cum and by the time he did I was exhausted. When I told him that Mark had left, he just laughed, then called Mark a wimp and a pussy saying he was better off gone. I'm alone at Connor's mercy now dear Diary. Completely under this teenage boy's control without any support or comfort from my husband, and my pussy is literally drooling at the prospect. What have I become? 16 Dear Diary. Connor has been increasingly insistent that I service the old men at the retirement home. He finds the idea of me fucking and sucking these old guys extremely arousing. Whenever he asks me about them, he is instantly hard and he fucks me like an animal every time he makes me tell him about it. I can't help but think about how Mark used to do the same fantasizing about Connor. Are all men obsessed with such ideas?