5 comments/ 54013 views/ 6 favorites Journey to Submission By: SimoneDeJour Here I am. Bare assed naked. On my knees. One hand clutching Tony's muscular butt cheek. The other wrapped around his magnificent cock. Holding back it's foreskin as I twirling my tongue around the swollen head of His hefty cock that He has so firmly planted in my mouth. I feel it swell. Forcing it's way just a little farther in to me. Telling me he that approves. An 'ummh' escapes my throat. I seem to like the idea that He's enjoying what I'm doing. Why am I trying to please him? My horoscope says I'm a natural 'people pleaser' kind of personality. Maybe, that's it. How did I end up in this position? I'm a straight guy. I like girls. If I ever get in in to relationship with one, I'm sure I'll like it. I'm only in my late twenties. I just haven't gotten lucky yet. Not likely I will here on my knees. Sucking Tony's cock. How did I end up here? How did I end up in this situation? Let me think back a few hours, Figure out how it all started: I hadn't know Tony for a very long. Maybe a year or so. We had mutual friends. I'd just kind of ran into him now and again. We'd never been real close Buds, though I knew He worked construction, Part time anyways. I also saw that he took pretty good care of himself. I also knew he was a bit quick tempered, but most guys are. Right? We'd been together a few times with our other friends, but hadn't been on our own. I wish that I had more friends like Tony. He wasn't at all the nerdy type like my friends from High School. Back then, I was so tired of being picked on and teased by the jock crowd. I 'm not all that strong. I'm kind of thin. Not very tall. Ain't my fault no ways, Ma says, 'Just genetics'. Now that I had moved out in to the real world. I'd decided that if I had more friends like Tony. I'm wall gonna better way better off. When I heard that he'd broken up with his latest girlfriend Lucy. I was a little concerned for him. I thought, maybe I should look him up. Sure. I gave him a call. I'd just be a concerned Guy friend a his. I'd just be checking on 'em to see how he was doing. Maybe, I'd get his mind off that chick Lucy. You know, Cheer him up a bit. So I gathered up the nerve, and finally called him up. When he answered, I felt kind of nervous, but I felt thought I could bluff my way it through it. I asked if he wanted to me to come over. Long pause from him. I offered: "We could have a few drinks." He said nothing. "Maybe I could help get your mind off of Lucy for awhile?" Nothing again. "Hey. Come on, Tony, Maybe I can cheer you up some" My voice fading away. "Maybe I can make you forget all about Lucy for a while?" This was my last Harrah. Everything I'd said was soundin' weak. Later, when I thought about what I'd just said. It kind of sounded like I was hitting on him for sex. That was later, though. "For a while anyway, maybe?" I asked. As my speed finally dropped to nothing. He seemed to take forever to answer. Maybe this was a bad idea. Seemed he wasn't into a visit. Maybe, he didn't want any company at all. I was afraid that I'd sounded desperate. It was foolish of me to think a cool guy like Tony would want to hang out with a loser like me. I felt I should hang up. Let him off the hook so he wouldn't have to let me down gently. Gently hell, I should hang up so I wouldn't have to hear him tell me to fuck off. My self confidence had completely hit the floor. Unexpectedly, He seemed to perk up. "Yes. Bring your ass on over." He shined me on. In hind sight, I think this was when he decided to use me for sex. I mean, he'd thought about it a long time. I don't think he really wanted to be talking to me. I think that this was it. When all of the sudden he decided he'll invite me over and fuck me just for his amusement. I see now how easy I had made it for him. I was practically begging for it. He didn't have to come up with any clever bullshit. No sneaky promises. Not even some tricky con job. All he had to do was say 'Yes'. And I'd be there. 'Bring your ass over', he'd said. I couldn't believe it. By this time, I had been totally sure that he was going to tell me to bugger off. "What?" I stammered. Unbelieving. "Ok, you can come over." He informed me again. He'd said it to me like he was doing me a favor. He'd said 'you CAN come over'. Like he was being nice to me. As though, I was suppose to be thinking 'I was so lucky'. He was going to LET me to come to his place. He was doing ME a big fucking favor. This irked me at first, But not for long. I don't have a big ego like some people I know and so in less than a minute I'd forgotten all about that. I only wanted to know what time he'd like me to show up at his place. Eight o'clock? That'd be fine. I agreed. Sure I could make it. Lookin' forward to it. Alrighty then. I thought I had acted pretty cool and non-chalet while I was on the phone. Soon as I hung up... Yeehaw. I thought. Hey, I didn't say it out loud o 'course. I was going to get to go to Tony's. I admit I was a little fired up about it. I mean, being invited to Tony's. That was something for me at least. I'd better get myself cleaned up. Like Ma use' ta say 'Ya didn't want to make a bad impression on the first date.' I wanted to be considerate. I didn't want him to think I was taking the occasion for granted. I didn't go crazy or anything, I just did the usual. Like I'd do for any time I was going out. Or hanging out with a new bud. I brushed my teeth, shaved, though I really didn't need to. I need to shave about once very seven to ten days or so. I might have to more often if I had lots o' hot dates, but not lately. I Showered. Used a little body spray. I remember standing naked admiring my bod in the full length mirror in the bathroom. I remember thinking I looked pretty good. Good thing I'd gotten rid of all my pubic hair. I'd seen a few porno movies. And I'd keenly observed that all the Cocksmen, all of them had keep shaved down there. I was sure when I got some Babes in the sack with me. They were really going to dig the fact that I keep my crotch shaved, too. I knew the really hot ones in the films liked to lick a guys butt. I was kind of grossed out about that at first. But after I thought about it, I really wanted to be ready if they were into that. If the films were anywhere near reality. I planned to keep my butt cheeks and balls and all around my cock completely shaved. I wanted to be ready. The one thing about porn that I didn't quite get though, I couldn't believe they felt it necessary to 'Photoshop' all those cocks to make them look so unrealistically big. Couldn't that make the normal guys feel some what inadequate? I turned around to admire my butt. I thought it looked pretty good. I bent over a little and reached between my legs. I slide my finger down the crack of my ass. Smooth. I let my finger linger on my little rose bud. I pressed on it gently while making a small circular motion. I felt that sexual tingle run through my body, just like it did every time. Ahh, my secret little sex-tingle zone. Briefly, I wondered if lots of guys have one. Maybe I was special. I threw on a clean shirt. Slipped on my white shorts with the blue strip, the ones that don't make my butt look too big. I wanted to be presentable for Tony. I didn't want him to think I was a slob. I brushed my hair to keep busy as I watched the clock. I'd been to Tony's before with other people. So I knew where it was. I managed to showed up at his apartment at exactly the right on time. He invited me in with a yell, 'Doors open.' I was a little surprised to find that the place was kind of trashed. Not like when Lucy was here. Seemed we knew who'd been the housekeeper. He probably needed a roommate. He invited me in without much fanfare. He showed me the blender. Offered me a glass of ice. Gave me a Margarita. I tried to be agreeable. I told him I really liked 'em. I was glad that he had picked 'em. That they were my favorite. I has happy he'd decided on Margaritas.. He said, Lucy had left the Margarita fixing's behind when she left, that he'd rather have beer. Which is what he was drinking right now. I could have all the margaritas I fucking wanted. I felt like an ass. But, what the hell, I really do like 'em and so, more for me. Then he starts to unload about women. He bitched for awhile about how it's impossible to figure out what they want. And if you don't know, you have to guess. He ranted for what like to seem forever about how long it had been since he'd been laid. How horny he'd been. How being horny for HIM was much more of a pain then it was for anyone else. Especially as he still was, horny that is. How he was so horny he'd fuck a rattlesnake if I'd hold the head. Drunk guys never need new material, 'cause the old stuff is still so funny to them. He reminded me again how he still was extremely horny. I never picked up on a single clue throughout his rant. All I remember thinking was 'Christ, she hadn't been gone that fucking long. Naturally I didn't say a word about that though. I was there to be supportive. We were just a couple of guys bitching about the unreasonableness of Babes. Like: Why they hate being called 'Babes' for example, Don't they know it's a fucking complement? Tony decided then to pull out some coke. Not a big deal, we did coke before, on occasion. With Tony thinking that this apparently was just such an 'occasion', who was I to argue. We did a few lines. Then some more Margaritas. Thinking back, Tony got up and left the room like quite a few times. I hadn't noticed much or cared He'd changed to sweat pants and a T-shirt. Easy clothes to slip off. He was playing with something on his bookshelves. A DVD player or something kind-a off and on. I didn't pick up on any of this until it was much to late for me. Then, there is was. It came out of nowhere as far as I was concerned. Tony had gone all quiet. Probably for quite awhile before I noticed. He seemed all solemn. Weighty things on his mind. Downright sullen he was. "Can I ask you a serious question?" he said leaning toward me. I remember thinking, We're both getting wasted. Nobody's gonna remember anything. What the hell, blubber on, my heart-broke Bud - knock thyself out, I had gotten preachy. Confide away Brotha. As sincerely as I could manage, I'd replied "Sure, my friend. You can ask me anything." He paused again. I waited, being as I'm such a great guy and all. He looked like he's trying to decide something important. Finally he blurts out: "Do you like blow jobs?" What the fuck? Joke right? I'm thinking. I reply quickly, "Sure I do." I shrug innocently "What guy doesn't?" That's when Tony drops his sweats. He poked his now semi-hard cock just inches from my nose. I'm sitting on the couch. No escape left or right. Tony is a big boy. I didn't want to go a few rounds with this guy, if you know what I mean. I look up in to his eyes. Away from that big dick. Hell, over that big dick. He explains: " I say. You really like given blow jobs." I said nothing. Speechless. What seems like the first time in my life. Tony has decided. Confidence creeps across his face. If I want to play coy. Tony has decided to play rough. I can see it in his face. Assured he continues: "Open up that mouth there Sweet Cheeks." Sarcasm dripping. I'm frozen. Lost. "Open it up Bitch! Your gonna love sucking on this one." He spit out. I still hadn't moved. Still stunned. He seemed to be losing patience with me. My mind seemed to be racing. Fuckin' margaritas. I should have know. Tequila strikes again. It seems to make everybody turn violent. Tony seemed to me to be pretty wasted. Obviously horny. And definitely serious. I figure what the hell. No point getting pounded and then having to suck on his dick. I open my mouth. He grabbed his dick. Guided the head of his cock right between my lips. It tastes a little salty. Fuckin' margaritas, I remember thinking. I didn't know real cocks were this big. Mine sure wasn't. Mine was normal size. This was...well, big! I'd never sucked cock before. Don't remember ever wanted to, Hadn't given it any thought. I ran my tongue slowly around the head. Tentatively, testing this new experience out. Trying to placate him. Get him to relax. Maybe I could cause a change of circumstances. Get him to be reasonable. I felt his cock growing bigger in my mouth. Then bigger yet. He was liking it. I needed a plan B. I had nothing. Cripes, is this guys hung or what? I wondered. He started sliding his big dick in and out of my face. Real slow like. Just an inch or two. He'd taken hold of the back of my head. Not real hard, but firm, definitely firm. Pretty soon his cock had really swollen up. It got so big I couldn't keep it in my mouth any longer. He was going in deeper and deeper in to my throat. Blocking my airway. I couldn't breath. I started to panic. I pushed him back roughly. I gasped for air. Then, it was back in my mouth again. Well, Tony could be persistent. Finally, I had jerked away to one side. Gasping and choking, I pleaded. "Sorry, so sorry." I groveled. "It's just that it's to big for my mouth." Like it was my fault or something. I whined on; "I can't breath." He paused for a moment mulling this over. Hard cock in his hand. Pointed at me like a goddamn cannon. Ready to blow my head off. I watched him closely. Trying to read his thoughts, if there were any in there I wanted to know what they might be. No luck. His glassy stare told me nothing. Finally, he seemed to believe me. He nodded. An evil grin slowly crept on to his face. This is not good for me, I remember thinking. He seemed to have a new idea. He perked up. He says "OK, you don't want to suck me off. Get all your goddamn clothes off." "Get in to the middle of the room." "On your knees." He barked orders like he thought he was a fucking drill sergeant. Then he added "It's time for you to start living up to your reputation." Reputation? My eyebrows shot up. I had no fucking idea what he was talking about. However, he did seem kind of pissed. He definitely did not seem to be bluffing. What choice did I have. I got up slowly, I didn't want to startle him. I stripped down to nothing as quickly as I could. Went to the middle of the room. Got to my knees. I started to ask him if this is what he really wanted to do? Trying to come up with some bullshit stall, anything to delay him, but he had me figured. "I wouldn't do this to any of my male friends." He explains "But, I figure a pussy like you." he pauses. Journey to Submission Ch. 02 "You love getting dick in ya." He went on as though it were a well know fact. He wandered over to the book shelves. His back to me for a second. I couldn't see what he was doing. Then he turned and strode toward me. Much louder: "Hell, that's why you came over here in the first place." "Your just a cock hound." "You just want to suck my dick." I watched in fascination. Watched as he talking himself in to it. I started to object. I'd raised my index finger ready to make my point. But he cut me off again. He was on a roll. I started to rise up off my knees. But by then he was next to me again. He placed his hand on my shoulder and pressed. I dropped back down. He and his giant cock were looming over my face. Again, his big cock was inches from my mouth. I could only kneel there. Naked. Vulnerable. Helpless. I bowed my head in defeat. I didn't want to be looking up at him. Him and his giant dangling Cock. It was all a misunderstanding. I knew that. I still thought Tony was probably a nice guy. He'd just been misinformed somewhere, somehow, by somebody. I just wanted this madness to end. But Tony didn't. So it just kept going on and on. Angrily he demanded "It's getting soft. Open up and start sucking." I opened up. His still semi-erect cock burrowed it's way once again between my lips. I grabbed for his hips to try to keep him from choking me. I'm sure he read that as another a sign of my consent. "Listen up now, my new little cock sucking bitch." he laughed. It seemed to me He was getting in to his element. He really liked this shit. Pushing people around. Sadistic fuck. Maybe I shouldn't like this guy as much as I thought. Well, at least someone was having fun. Yeah, fucking Tony. He continued. "Get it nice and hard for me cum slut. If you do good, I'll use some lube on your ass before I fuck it." So, here I am. Cock in my mouth. Trying to please. He was way to serious about this cock sucking thing for my comfort level. I believe he would at least 'try' to jam that massive thing up my ass bareback. I didn't want to give him reason to think he needed to. I decided I wasn't going to give him any static. I was sure on this point, he'd try to rape my ass with no lubricant at all, just to prove to me that HE was in charge. I didn't like the prospect of my butt being reaming like that. I'd just wait for another chance to beg. He liked me begging. I'd just beg him to be nice to my ass. I waited. Ready to express my total capitulation. As I waited. Mouth full of cock. And it was starting to take a little time. I started to feel something I hadn't expected. This is really not so bad, I thought. Naked and being forced to suck dick. It was kind of kinky. I was starting to get hard, if you know what I mean. Kind of feels natural to me. Even kind of comfortable. Like I was in my place, kind of. Under different circumstances I might even be enjoy this. I've got to get naked more often when I'm alone in my apartment from now on, I found myself promising me. I snapped back to reality. I must be losing my fucking mind. Stockholm syndrome or something. but still, I was getting harder. Oh shit. If Tony notices, he'll never let me live it down. Back to the plan I reminded myself. I decided the next time I had the chance to come up for air. I started begging again. Right then, he eased up. I gasped "Just let me know when you want me to turn around and bend over, Sir. OK?" He paused, just for a second. I thought the 'sir' thing would really get him. I gasped in more air. "Just please Sir. Please use the lube. OK?" Pokey push. Hard cock is forcing it's was in to my mouth again. Apparently, Tony REALLY likes getting his way. Then, much to my relief, He smiles down at me. I look up at him cock-mouthed and doe-eyed. He says: "That's what I thought." "You been wanting my cock up your ass since we met." "Don't you, Bitch?" He threatens. He finally pulls his cock out of my mouth, just to let me answer. And what seems odd to me at the time. He is standing to my right. With a hand full of my hair, he's pointing my face towards the bookshelves. While he stands next to me. The only sensible answer I have for him is, in my best judgment, to tell him what he wanted o hear: "Yes Sir." I blurt out. Staring straight ahead. I'm talking to the book shelves. Like I'm giving a speech to an empty room. I pour it on for him "You can see right through me. I couldn't fool you for a minute. I want it. I've always wanted it." He eases up the grip he has on my hair. Encouraged, I pander on. Confessing like a catholic school girl. I blather: "Right from the beginning, I've want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me good." "Fuck my ass with your big hard cock." I go on. "I want it bad." "And sucking?" He almost whispers. "yes, and sucking too." I go on. "I love cock in my mouth." He pulls my head back a little. Encouraging me on for more. "Yes, I love sucking cock. I can't get enough." After he had hears that, he pats me on the head. Condescending fuck. He seems really pleased with me. "Again, "he says: "Only this time I want sincerity." Well, he's not hurting me. So, what the fuck. I give the speech again. "I love to suck cock." I loudly vow. I turn and look up at him. Splashing sincerity all over him like cheep cologne. He doesn't like this. He's not impressed. He slaps my face. Smack! Not really very hard, but it does takes me by surprise. "Eyes to the front." He says I fucking want "Sincerity, goddamn it." Then "Again." He orders. He steps away for a moment. I rubbed my sore cheek. He seems to get back awfully quick. I still have little blinking spots before my eyes. I see He has the jar of lubricant in hand. I'm conflicted. Relieved my ass will be greased, not torn apart. And not so relieved. As I believe I'm about to be butt fucked. My confusion doesn't last for very long. "Turn around Bitch." Tony say menacingly I staggered up, from my knees and turn. Exposing what I think is my soon to be really sore butt toward him. "Bend over." He demands. I leaned forward, hands on knees, I take a wider stance. "Grab your ankles Buttfuck, Your in for the ride of your life." He laughs. He seems downright gleeful now. Psycho. I try to relax my sphincter muscles. I try to let my mind wander. 'Grab my ankles?' Why do people say that? If I did grab my ankles, I'd just fall over. No front/back center of gravity. It's just a stupid... My inane revere is interrupted by pressure on my butt hole. I felt his wet slick fingers rubbing on me, around me, in me. Forcing their way in. First just one greasy finger. Then two. I'm glad he's taken the time to loosening me up a bit first. I wonder how may assholes he's ripped with that monster cock. How many he's sent to the hospital for stitches. Not this asshole. Not this time anyway. Again, I feel pressure. Different this time. More. He's pushing hard on my delicate little rose bud. I don't think I'll to be calling it delicate after this. Or ever again. I reach back with both hands. Spreading my butt cheeks. Giving him easier access. More obvious consent from me, I'm sure he's thinking. I hear him breathing. Panting almost. Seriously focused on his ass raping task. Concentrating hard as he probes, wallers, aims, and finally finds the little indentation he's been looking for. Pressing his cock head dead center against my poor little butt hole. He's locked in and ready. He grips my hips with both hands. I drop my hands to my knees. Clench my eyes closed. He bucks wildly. He rams his hips forward hard. Then: pain. Sharp stinging pain. He's busted in. Instinctively. I try to bolt upright. He's ready for that. Clamping my neck he bends me back down. He slams his pole all the way in. Right to the hilt. Son of a bitch. Couldn't he have gone a little slower. At least at first? Fucker. I began my begging again: "Stop, wait a sec. let me get used to it. Please." To my surprise, he does stop. Not for very long though. Not long enough for me anyway. The stinging has just begun to subside to a dull ache. The Pounding begins. He starts sliding his big hard cock out of my ass, real slow. Then he slams it back in. Fast. Hard. Deep. Deep until his belly slapped against my butt cheeks. His balls slap into mine. His fingers digging in to the flesh of my upper thighs. Then again. Slowly dragging it out. Almost completely out. Then slamming it in again. Hard. Fast. Deep. Again. Then again. On and on. The damn liquor must have been holding him back from coming. And the coke must be keep him hard. He'll be fucking my ass for ever. I'm flopping like a dead fish. Pretty soon I feel my strength began to fade. My knees go all wobbly. I can't keep us both of us up. Not Myself and Tony hanging like a monkey, no a gorilla, a gorilla hanging on my back. I begin to sink down to the floor. Tony is ready for this it seems. He just reaches around me. Pushes one of his hands against my chest. Picking me up like a sack of potatoes. My ass still impaled on his massive cock. He drops to one knee. I fold like a tent. He follows me to the floor. He pushes my shoulders to the deck. My arms hang uselessly by my sides. He pushes my face in to the floor. My left eye and cheek press into the carpet. He slaps at my thighs. Making me move them in and out. He's getting me to spread them. To raise or lower my asshole to get it at just the right ideal height. Making an perfect easy target for his massive rod to continue it's ramming assault. He's more comfortable now in the new position. More control for him. Now he's on his knees. Better leverage. Easier to manipulate his new fuck toy, my ass. Easier to cock-ram my upturned soft ass pussy. He fucks me like I'm a goddamn dog. I start to complain. I rise up off the floor. He had grab my hair and bangs my face back down grinding it in to the carpet. "Shut the fuck up, bitch!" he manages to groan. "Your distracting me." he says. A man on a mission. Tony is in his element. A distraction will only make it last longer, I think. The pounding began once again. My ass feels like fire. But then after a while, it feels somehow full. And almost good. I'm getting in to a rhythm. A part of me is almost somehow enjoying this. Pleasing him. Being useful to him. I'm kind of enjoying being used like this. Is Tony right about me? Things go dark for me. I squeeze my eyes shut. I'm trying real hard to be living in the moment. The pulsing pounding is far away. Yet right here. I'm in a warm river of darkness. I feel the waves washing over me. Sexual, sensual waves. Dragging me back and forth as though I' in a warm tidal pool. I'm on a beach. Sitting in the surf, in the darkness. The black tide invisible sending small electrical charges, sparks of lust and sexual desire spiraling through me. They all start in my asshole. My delicate rosebud. Some tingle up my spine to the back of my head. Some flash up my butt, then over to my tentacles. Some run up my cock and nip at the tip. Then just waves of lust and desire. Pushing, then pulling. No rhyme or reason. Then sparks, then tingle. Push and pull... Back again. Where am I? Asshole on fire. Oh yeah. Tony the ass fucker. I try to escape again into the my private tidal pool of lust. Then dark again. The pulling tide... I wake again. Quiet. On Tony's floor. Naked. A little cold. Asshole feels kinda loose. I'm leaking a bit from back there. I reach back, scooping with my fingers. Check 'em out. No blood, just goo. Good. No blood. Just sticky. Ewe, Sticky goo oozing out my butt and I'm thinking good(?). WTF. Knees are weak. Carpet burns on my knees. Ouch. I think he must have been fucking my poor little rosebud for an hour, maybe more. Right here on the goddamn floor. Things are starting to clear. Not really sure if or when I passed out the first time. Remember bouncing up and down off the floor for quite awhile. I must have passed out at least once. More after that most likely. I don't even know if he finally blew his load up my ass or not. Maybe he just got tired and quit. Lots of sticky though. Anyway, he just banged the hell out of my extremely well fucked ass. Then left me laying in the floor. Then he just wandered off. I was alone. For now at least. Seems like every muscle in my body is sore. I ache all over. Then, Oh shit. I remember. Embarrassment flashes over me like a bucket hot water. Tossed by some soulless clown in a circus nightmare. I remember enjoying being ass raped. I flushes red with guilt. Embarrassment washes over me. My temp goes up ten degrees. I'm sweating. I enjoyed it. At least some of it. I actually enjoyed being ass fucked like a whore. I'm a goddamn clown. I'm a fucking clown. I joke. An object to be ridiculed. I feel so ashamed. I loathe myself. What was wrong with me? What had I become? I want to cry. Later. I tell myself. I rise up. Gingerly. Slowly. I ache everywhere. I look around for my stuff. I can't find them. My clothes are gone! Oh shit, I think Tony's not done with me yet. Journey to Submission Ch. 03 I didn't see my clothes anywhere. No car keys. No shoes. There wasn't any way I was going to walk three miles back to my apartment. Being bare ass naked at ten o'clock at night. I needed to think. Tony probably wasn't horny any more. I'm sure he would be more reasonable. Now that he shot his load up my ass. He was probably sleeping it off in the bedroom. I quietly padded down the hallway to his room. The door was slightly ajar. I peeked around the corner. It was dark. There he was. That horny bastard was watching some porn flick on his computer. I couldn't tell what it was, but somebody with a squeaky voice was begging for cock. He turned to me when I let more light into the room. He was completely dressed. This made me feel even more naked. I was kind of covering myself behind the door. "Hey, Buttfuck." he announced. I flushed a beet red. I hoped the neighbors hadn't heard him yelling. "Get your ass in the bathroom and clean yourself up." I whined back "I can't find my clothes." As though, for no reason known to man, they had suddenly disappeared. "I've got them Cumslut." He laughed. "And I'm keeping them." "You'll be wearing what I tell you to wear from now on." "Now. Go clean up." he ordered me. "I'll be back In the living room shortly." He announced. "And so will you." "Now, Git." "Silly Bitch." I would have thought after all I let him do to me. He would be a bit more grateful at this point, I reasoned. Maybe he was just nervous. Maybe he thought I'd tell on him for fucking me. I'd have to re-assure him later. I sure as hell didn't want anybody to know Tony had fucked the hell out of me. I also hoped Tony hadn't noticed that I had liked some of it. I shouldn't worry. He was really way to preoccupied to have noticed that I had gotten excited. I went into to the bathroom. Washed up the best I could. Tried to comb my hair and sat on the pot for awhile. Pointless exercise. Then washed my butt good. Inspected my self. Really red knees. Purple fingerlike bruises just below my waist. Overall, not too the worse for wear. I'd been in here for fifteen or twenty minutes. I wondered what I would have to do to get Tony to give me my clothes back. I entered the living room. I saw he was sitting on the couch. He was watching porn again. Drinking beer. He motioned me to come over to him. He pointed at a bath towel spread out on the floor by his feet. He obviously wanted me to sit on the floor. I wasn't really in the mood to watch any porn right now. I started to tell him. But he shushed me and said: "You are really going to want to watch this." "I guarantee you, you will want to see it." Slightly intrigued. I walked over near the towel. I wasn't going to sit down on the floor. I am an adult. I'd sit in a chair or something. All of the sudden it hit me. The naked guy in the porn movie was ME! I dropped to the floor next to Tony on the towel. In the porn flick, there I was naked as all get out. My penis flopping in the breeze. I was begging to get butt fucked. Then, the big penis dangling next to me mumbled something. Then I started saying I loved to suck cock. The quality wasn't very good. The subject was to far away. I had became a film critic all the sudden. It was me alright. Far away or not. Anyone could tell it was me. Pleading for an ass-fuck. Pleading for cock in my mouth. My penis looked really small to me too. Tony's looked just fine. This explained why Tony had wanted me to talk to the book shelves. Now I got it. He'd hidden the video camera in there somewhere among all the crap on the shelves. "You know what this means, Don't you my little Buttfuck?" Tony looked down at me, his evil grin showing. His eyebrows arched questioningly. "Umm." I stalled. "This is my film. I can show it to anybody I want. Your friends at work say. Your party buddies. Maybe your family. Mom and Dad. Bro and Sis. Who's your local preacher? A Sissy Bitch like you probably still goes to church on Sundays." "Get me?" he asked. In my defense, I started to say I didn't go to church except on x-mas and Easter anymore. Then I realized what Tony was telling me. Fucking blackmail. If I didn't do exactly what Tony wanted me to do. He'd make sure everyone I knew would be seeing this. I'd be ruined. I'd get fired. I'd have no friends. My family would disown me. I'd be an outcast. I couldn't let that happen. No matter what Tony wanted me to do. I'd have to try to please him. I'd have to wait for my chance to get this film back. Fat chance. What else could I do? "So Buttfuck, There are going to be some changes in your life." "From now on you will address me as Sir." He really liked that one. I could tell from his smile. "If you forget. Even once. I'll spank your naked ass like the little Bitch you are." "Hell, I'm going to spank your ass at least once a day. Just to remind you who's owns your ass." He really was digging this. I was his sex toy now. I'll bet he has wanted his own sex toy all his fucking life. I had to say something quick. I had to try to draw some limits. Quickly, I said. "OK, Tony. Sir. You leave me no choice. I'll be your slave. I don't see how I can get out of it." I gave in to him. "But, I'm not going to let you hurt me. I'll bolt right out of here. From now on - no bruises. You don't get to draw blood. No permanent scars." "You have to remember I'm a human being." You just can't do ANYTHING you want." "You are going to have to have some limits." I eyed him carefully. Watching for him to give in a little. "No tattoos." I blurted out. I didn't want to forget that. "I'm going to need food." I demanded. He nodded slowly. Seems I was making sense. "I'm going to need sleep." "Maybe not as much as you might think." He pushed back. "I still own you." "Butt Fuck." His creepy grin was back. "I plan on enjoying the hell out of this." I'd never seen Tony so happy. I'll bet all the shit he had to put up with all his life must have been hell. Now it was payback time. He probably had to answer to everybody. Now, finally Tony had someone that HE could push around. I think he'll go easy on me, at least at first. I think he really wants this one sided relationship to last. I didn't know what I'd be able to tolerate. I knew I wouldn't be able to do all the stupid shit Tony was going to demand from me. At least, not for very long. I knew, deep in my heart, that I had actually enjoyed being sexually abused by him. I just hoped he wouldn't find out. Tony had been thinking. He had orders for me already. "Later. When I say." he went on. "Your going to go to your apartment and pack up all your shit." He pauses for effect. "Your moving in here." "I'll be going through all your stuff." He said. "I'll take what I want." "Maybe, I'll let you keep some of your shit." "If I'm feeling generous." Tony really wanted to get busy taking over. It occurred to me, this last bit was kind of clever on his part. If I had no place to go, it would be harder for me to leave. I didn't really have jack shit at my place. I worked part-time at a fast food place. I had crap. Maybe, some nice clothes. They wouldn't fit Tony. He wouldn't want them. What did that leave, clock/radio. Fifteen bucks at Wal-Mart. "Here." He tossed me a sex toy from off of the coffee table. It was a pink butt-plug. About an inch in diameter. Very tapered. "Put some lube on this and stick it up your ass." He ordered. "Right here in front of me." He licked his lips. "I want to watch." He couldn't stop grinning. This will be interesting I guess. I grabbed the lube and pulled out a finger full. I rubbed it slowly around the butt plug. Then I shined the whole thing up with my finger. I sure hope Tony enjoys this. The things I do for him. I turned over placing my shoulders on the floor and stuck my butt up in the air. I spread my legs pretty wide. Then reaching between my legs butt plug in hand. I rolled the slickery end around my asshole greasing it up good. I pushed the head of my new pink toy into my hole. It slipped right in an inch or two.. I felt my sphincter muscles stretch out some. Not so bad. I fucked myself with the toy for a few seconds. My ass was actually liking this. I had no leverage on the plug. I took one hand out from between my legs. I reached around. Switched hands holding the base. I pulled my other hand out and used it for a head rest. I started fucking myself harder with the butt plug. I pushed longer and more firmly. Then when I thought I could never get this thing up my butt. I felt it go over the edge and slide in. It went in like it had a mind of its own. I put both my arms under my chest. On elbows, I rested for a minute. Then I turned on to one side. One knee slightly bent laying on the floor. The other pointing straight up. With my legs spread like this. I gave Tony an excellent view of my cock, balls, and butt plugged asshole. Tony puts his hand on my upright knee, pushing it upward. My foot floated in the air. "Hold it." He orders. I reach up and grab my upper calf. Spreading my crotch open for him to see better. Then it happened. My butt ring had been clutching the butt plug. As it tired. It let go. My natural body functions kicked in and tried to expel the foreign invader. I wasn't pushing hard at all. I'm sure I could have blown it right out if I'd wanted to. But when my body pushed on it. It slid about an inch out. Stretching my ass ring. It felt pretty good actually. Then my butt ring kicked into action. Trying to pinch it off like so much poop. As it was tapered and smooth. My butt ring tightening up made it slid right back in to my ass hole. Then the cycle began to repeat. Natural push. Out an inch. Stretch. Auto tightening sphincter. Right back in. This was so cool! I was just laying there with my legs apart doing nothing. While my asshole was fucking itself! On automatic. I don't think I could have stopped it if I wanted too. An oooh escaped my lips. Then I realized Tony was watching me fuck myself. "Goddamn." He swore. "You're a fucking whore, Bitch" He laughed at me. I just smiled. "Your getting a boner again." He said. "Just like you did earlier while I was butt fucking you." He added. So much for my big secret. He knew I liked getting fucked. My secret was out of the bag. Journey to Submission Ch. 1 Her face was red when she hit the ‘off’ button on the phone and stuck it back in the recharger. I looked at my wife, Cammi, wondering who had been on the other end of the call. While talking she had walked out in the living room, where I couldn’t hear her end of the conversation. She avoided meeting my eyes. She just chewed nervously on her pouty bottom lip and stood at the counter. I put down my newspaper and got up from the table. I stepped over to her and put my hand on her shoulder. “Who was that?” She turned her head and looked at me with a puzzled expression, like she didn’t see me approach. “Something upset you on the phone?” I asked. “Um, oh, no, not really, just an old friend from college.” “Anyone I know?” Cammi looked distracted, like she was trying to sort out her feelings. She turned away from me. Rinsing the dinner dishes was suddenly the most important thing in the world. I stood there and wondered why my question didn’t rate an answer. And I wondered if her silence was telling me something else. There had been other little episodes like that in the recent past. We got married right out of college. After eleven years together our relationship had matured into true love and mutual respect. At least that was the way I felt. Sometimes I wonder if Cammi is happy with the way things turned out. We were certainly prosperous enough, both of us well into our careers. Things in sex department weren’t quite so great. We still had a powerful attraction for each other. But our lovemaking was getting so predictable. We both tried to spice things up. Cammi surprised me more than once with a sexy new set of revealing lingerie. She still wore the same size eight dress she did in college. I hit the gym at least twice a week and stayed in shape. We tried a little mild bondage. Neither of us enjoyed that very much. We tried the other things the experts suggested - role playing, toys, long baths together, and we even hooked up like strangers in a bar. We each went in separately and played like we were singles for over an hour. I watched as she danced with six or seven different men. That last little adventure planted an idea in my head. Seeing strange men hitting on Cammi got me all fired up. We ended up parking in a secluded spot on the way home and screwing in the car. She said it was a real rush for her too. But that was over a month ago. Nothing unusual had happened since. It was no big deal if she didn’t want to tell me who was on the phone. I went back to my paper. I was just bothered that she seemed upset. But, like all men married more than two days, I knew the best thing to do was back off. I went to the office room we keep and put in a couple of hours on the projects I had going at work. Cammi was watching TV in the family room. The numbers were starting to blur when I looked up. She was standing in the doorway. “David, how about if we go to bed a little early?” That was one of her signals telling me she was in the mood for sex. I didn’t argue. Maybe with a little pillow talk, I could find out what that mysterious phone call had been about. I followed her upstairs and into the bedroom. She stood there slowly taking off her clothes. That was another signal. Usually she changed into her nightgown in the bathroom. I always enjoyed it when she undressed in front of me. Seeing her C cup bra slide down her arms to reveal her firm breasts never fails to make my cock start to rise. Seeing the beautiful contrast between her black haired triangle and incredible fair skin increased my desire even more. And I could always bring to mind the sight of those wolves circling that night in the bar - men wanting to touch what I touched, wanting to kiss the lips I kissed, and wanting to put their hard cocks into the pussy I was about to give a thorough fucking. I was laying on my side, playing with my hard cock. Cammi was getting onto the bed. She stopped with one knee on the sheet. “Move over more toward the middle, on your back.” She had a serious look on her face. We both moved as I followed her command. Without even a kiss she straddled my body, her pussy over my jutting erection. She grabbed my shaft, almost rough with impatience, and guided the tip of my cock to her pussy lips. She looked down at me, “I need you inside me, David, just let me do this.” I put my hands on her naked thighs. Inside of three seconds she lowered her body, taking my hard cock deep in her pussy. She was incredibly wet, her juices flowing enough to dribble down into my pubic hair. My balls were soaked with pussy juice by the time she had humped down on me three times. Her body was a feast for my eyes, rising and coming back down faster with each movement. Her sweet round tits jiggled every time our pubic bones collided. She was fucking me faster and faster. With one hand she was busy in the hot folds of her pussy. I glanced down and saw her pressuring her clit between two outstretched fingers. She reached back around her body with her other hand. Her impatient fingers played with my balls briefly before pressing further. With Cammi setting the pace of our fucking, she was determined to get us both to our orgasms as fast as she could. She found my asshole with one fingertip. I tensed, knowing if she kept teasing me there, I would fill her pussy with my cream in a very short time. I felt that familiar tightening in my balls at the same time Cammi dropped her full weight on me and screamed, “Yeah, baby. I’m cumming, fill my pussy right now!” I bucked up into her. Her finger pushed insistently at my asshole. I exploded inside her and felt her cunt contract around my spurting cock. It seemed like I just kept cumming into her trembling body. She kept her head thrown back, her front hand still pressed between us. I squeezed the soft flesh on her thighs, hoping she would meet my eyes. Instead, she just stayed in that position, little humming moans escaping her throat. “Cammi, Cammi,” I got no response. I shook her legs where I still held them. In slow motion she brought her head forward and looked down at me through half closed eyes. She looked like she was reluctantly coming back from some distant place she had visited in her mind. She collapsed on top of me with the slowest of leaden movements. Then she rolled off me. My softening cock lopped over with a wet sound against my leg. I turned onto my side. I reached out and pushed stray locks of her hair away from her face. Her eyes shifted and she looked at me. With the side of her face against the sheet I had to lean forward to hear her say, “Give me a minute, baby. I know you’re wondering.” That was a serious understatement. Her jumping me like that was totally out of character for her. Our usual routine involved me licking her pussy for quite some time. Cammi had explained before. Her arousal was a long process. I thought it compared to a car stuck in second gear. She got mildly turned on and stayed like that for many minutes. It took more minutes of my hard cock stroking into her pussy to get her near orgasm. She only climaxed when one of us teased her clit with out fingertips. But not that night. She pushed herself into position more on her side. I couldn’t take my eyes off her breast, exposed at a unusual angle. I reached out and pressed her nipple with my thumb. It was soft to my touch. She said, “You look like a little boy who just discovered titties.” “I feel like a little boy, wondering what just happened.” She covered my wandering hand with her own. “Do you still want to watch while some guy fucks me?” She had my undivided attention with that question. I knew I had to be as cool as possible to talk about my number one desire. All my attempts to explain myself had failed in the past. I sensed a major change in her attitude was possible - if I could contain my enthusiasm and stay calm. A soft question came to mind that might get us talking. “Is that what just happened here?” “You answered my question with another question.” I couldn’t argue with that. “Ok, yes, I would love to watch you have sex with another guy. I can’t imagine anything hotter.” “Now, an answer for your question, well, maybe a little. I confess that I was thinking about someone else, but not who you think.” She had my curiosity up to peak level. I was dying to know what she meant. I also knew Cammi well enough to keep my anxious nature in check and go slow. “You want to tell me something. Don’t be afraid. You can tell me everything and anything,” I said with the most sincere look I could muster. Cammi propped herself up on her elbow. She looked into my eyes, as long moments passed, deciding whether to believe me. Her next words gave me her decision, “On the phone, that was Richard, my old boyfriend from college.” Although I had never actually met him, I knew exactly who she was talking about. Cammi and I met when we were both Juniors in college. Richard had been her on and off boyfriend during her first two years. He had graduated and left before we got serious. The few passing references she had made about him over the years were pretty vague. One mention was after I came home very late on a Friday night, without so much as a phone call. Cammi said she would have expected conduct like that from Richard, not from me. “He said he was coming to town. He’ll be here for at least a week. And he said some other things.” Her voiced trailed off during her last sentence. I reached out and put my hand on the side of her face. “It’s OK, sweetheart. You really can tell me anything, good or bad.” I really meant what I said. “I’ll have to tell you the whole story. You have to know how it was between Richard and me. That’s the only way I can explain the rest.” She had my curiosity boiling. I fought to stay calm again. “Tell it from the beginning. All I know is that you went out with him. You’ve never said much about him.” “I feel like I should have told you a long time ago. I was always afraid of how you would react. But, I guess if you really want to watch me fuck someone else, you ought to be able to hear about Richard.” She reached out and put her finger against my lips. I must have looked like I was about to talk. Cammi grabbed the pillow on her side. She slid it between her armpit and the bed. “You have to let me tell this my own way. Promise me you won’t interrupt or ask questions until I’m done. OK?” I nodded my agreement. I hoped she couldn’t detect the way my guts were churning with anticipation. I was excited enough from her mention of letting me watch her fuck another guy. Then she threw in the prospect of sharing the details of her relationship with her old boyfriend. I willed myself to stay calm. “Richard and I had a lot of chemistry. Maybe that was the only thing we had. I mean, we disagreed about so many things. But there was no question about the sex. We screwed like a couple of bunnies. He was always coming up with some new technique or new position for us to try out. He got himself to the point where he could hold back his orgasm for, like, well, some inhuman amount of time. It was from some cult in India or someplace. After he discovered that things got really weird.” Cammi stopped talking and looked at me. We both knew she was testing me for some kind of negative reaction. I had maintained my control up to that point. I wasn’t about to lose it just as things were getting juicy. Whatever the test was, I passed it. Cammi continued, “Richard kept coming up with these strange techniques. Of course, he dragged me into whatever he wanted to try. I went along with all of it. I can’t say he forced me to do anything or even really twisted my arm too hard. I can look back now and see how naive I was. I mean, we were all pretty clueless as Freshmen, but I was behind the curve compared to other girls. I know I was.” I was going crazy at that point. She was telling me stuff without telling me anything at all. And I was trapped in my promise to keep my mouth shut. All I could do was hope she would get to the details. She shifted her body against the pillow and looked past me. “Then he went too far.” Cammi suddenly rolled away onto her back. She reached her box of tissues she kept on her nightstand and ripped out a half dozen. Her story was on hold while we cleaned up from our frenzied coupling. I watched her raise her leg and wipe away the cum that had oozed out of her pussy. Even something as mundane as that held my interest, when she was the one doing it. After tossing the used tissues back on the floor she resumed her position laying on her side. I felt a change in the afterglow tension between us. It was like she had finally reached the point where she could relax and tell her story. “He went too far. He had an apartment off campus. It was small, really just one decent size room, with a bathroom off that and one corner for a kitchen. He called it his center for advanced sexual research or something stupid like that. I guess I was his test subject. It seemed like all the time we spent there was in bed, naked, so maybe he had the name right.” “One afternoon we went there and had sex. I fell asleep after. When I woke up there was this oriental woman sitting on the end of the bed. She had a big sketchbook on her lap and was busy drawing with a charcoal stick. I was naked from before. The blanket was off me and I was sprawled out on my back. I remember looking around for Richard. He was over in the little kitchen area, with his back to the bed. And he was just as naked as I was. I mean, here was this woman I never met before, sketching me, and he was waltzing around with his thing on display.” “I didn’t know whether I should grab for the blanket, or yell at Richard, or just get up and get dressed and leave. While I was considering, he got into bed next to me. He lifted my head and shoulders and slid under me, so I was, like, reclining with my nude body on display for that woman. Without explaining anything, or even saying a word, he kissed me. And he held that kiss. He started playing with my titties and holding the back of my neck. I got caught up in the whole experience. I could feel his cock getting hard against my upper back. Then, I remember feeling these incredible light touches on the center of my pussy. I thought Richard was teasing me with his finger. I spread my legs. My little clit was getting all swollen and my juice was tricklling out. The touch there was so light and tender. I know I melted into it and just wanted him to take me over the top. Then I felt his hand on my breast again. But the magic touch on my pussy was still there.” Cammi looked at me as her last words seemed to hang in the air. We both knew what was coming next in her story. I was willing to wait all night in silence, if that’s what it took for her to say the words. She sighed and looked past me and kept going, “The realization hit me all at once. That woman with the sketchpad was the one creating those incredible sensations in my pussy. I know I was so turned on. I could feel the tip of her tongue circling my clit. It was like she knew the exact pressure it took to hold me right there, in that second away from climax. It wasn’t like building and backing off. She kept me right there, on the edge. And the sensation went on and on.” Camm paused. I let my eyes travel down her naked body and stop at the sight of her cunt. Her outer lips were swollen pink folds with her hard little clit peeking out in the center. Her juices were coating her short pussy hair, making thick little curls on both sides, and just above her slit. Her arm was resting on her side, her fingertips dangling just inches away from her aroused sex. I was almost fully erect again. Listening to her, being almost certain where the story would lead, was more than enough to fuel my arousal. I kept still, willing my hand away from stroking myself. I felt her eyes on me. I broke away from staring at her pussy and returned her gaze. “Richard finally pulled back and broke our kiss. I know that was the signal for the woman licking me. She sucked hard at the center of my pussy, pulling part of my sensitive lips and clit into her mouth. I went off like a rocket. Her tongue was flicking at my little bud so fast, it was one continuous orgasm that grabbed me, and shook me, and wouldn’t let go. And Richard was looking down into my eyes the whole time.” Like her hand was moving all by itself, she grasped my hard cock with a tender touch. It took just a gentle tug to let me know what she wanted. I eased my lower body across the sheet. She was still holding my thick shaft when I pushed the tip of my cock into her wet folds. She pushed her hips forward to capture more of me. We were joined physically and mentally. We laid there on our sides, moving just enough to find a gentle rythym. “I was like a ragdoll after cumming that hard and that long. The next thing I remember is laying in a fetal position in one corner of the bed. I was watching Richard, standing on his knees in the middle of the bed. The woman was naked, sitting in front of him. She was sucking his thick cock. She had that ability to take the entire length of his shafft down her throat. When her tiny nose was buried in his pubic hair, he looked over at me and smiled. The son-of-a-bitch looked me in the eye and smiled. I felt like I had been used and then tossed aside. The bastard was getting his cock sucked right in front of me! And what did I do? I laid there and watched. It was like I was giving him permission to do any damn thing he pleased. I was his cunt, his bitch, to use as bait to make his threeway fantasy come true. I watched. I actually played with myself. I wanted to be ready in case he wanted to use my pussy again.” She put her hand on my neck. “After he shot his load down her throat he pulled me over between the two of them. That woman started licking my pussy again. She got me right up to the edge, where she had me before. Then she moved herself around. Her leg passed over my face. I was looking up at her bare pussy, a couple of inches away. Richard leaned down and whispered in my ear. He said he knew I wanted to lick her pussy. He said I should do to her what she was doing to me. His lips came down to mine and kissed me. Then he lifted my head and pulled back. My tongue was right at the place where her pussy lips came together. I tasted her juice. Then I did exactly what he told me to do. I licked her pussy just as hard and fast as she was licking mine. Richard kept encouraging me, holding the back of my head so I could run my tongue all the way up her slit. I pushed my tongue into her vagina and swirled it around. I did everything I could think of to please that woman, and please Richard. He loved it. He had his little fucktoy licking pussy for his entertainment.” Her eyes were half closed. The expression on her face told me she was back in that apartment, reliving the experience, moment by moment. I had the crown around the tip of my cock rubbing the top of her slit. Her pussy juice was almost flowing. I could feel wetness under my hip. I knew she was floating along in that state of bliss she knew so well. I felt like I could keep her there forever. Her story continued, “We went on like that for a long time. Then Richard raised up. He was hard again. He got up on his knees. And I watched him slide his cock into the pussy I was licking. His shaft was almost touching my face. Seeing that so close was like being part of something so twisted, it was impossible to turn away. The three of us moved together. Richards balls brushed my forehead every time he plowed into her hole. I could feel her fingers in my cunt. I wanted to cum so bad. I was pushing my hips up to get her to suck my pussy lips into her mouth, like before.” After her last statement, she pushed her hips forward. The tip of my cock was barely inside her hot, dripping hole. She squeezed her legs together. With so much of her lubrication, I still moved my hard rod back and forth, almost into her, then back out. She continued with her story, “I felt Richard cumming. His cock jerked inside her. Then he started moving again. His cum was leaking out of her hole. I knew that salty taste and smell. I just kept licking her and swallowing all of it down.” Journey to Submission Ch. 1 “The woman screamed right after that. Her mouth left my pussy. I felt like I had been abandoned right when I needed her to finish me. Then Richard pulled his cock out of her pussy. She pulled away from me and rolled to the side. I was left there, so close to cumming, I was going crazy. I grabbed at my cunt. I worked my fingers into my vagina and rubbed my clit with my other hand. I needed to get myself off. Then, for some reason, I looked up and saw Richard and the woman. They were watching me and smiling. He had his arm around her shoulder. He said to her something like ‘see what a hot little cunt she is’. I wanted to die. I wanted to cum. I remember rolling over on my side and bringing my knees up. I pinched my clit, hard. My climax was the most powerful I had ever had. Wave after wave of those incredible sensations washed over me.” I felt her pussy tense against my cock. Her eyes were open and staring into mine. She said, “Fuck me now, David. Fuck me hard!” I pushed her over onto her back. I pushed her legs apart with my body and pulled her legs up. With one hard thrust my cock was buried in her wet pussy. She brought her legs up around me. And I started pounding into her as hard as I could. I got my hands down between her ass and the bed. I took one cheek in each hand. Doing that raised her just enough. I pounded into her like a crazed maniac. I wanted to be a part of her incredible experience back in college. To have my face, and the feel of my cock, burned into her memory alongside her old lovers. Cammi wrapped her arms around my neck. Little squeals escaped her every time my cock plunged deep. She was squeezing my shaft along the depth of her cunt with every stroke. We pounded each other, grunting and squealing like two lost animals climbing to completion. Then she strained her head back against the bed, “Oh, Richard! Fuck me! Fuck me, Richard!” Hearing that other man’s name was like a hot spike pounded into my balls. I rammed my aching cock into her pussy as far as I could and felt my cum erupting in thick spurts inside her. And I kept cumming. The last spasms of her orgasm were making her lower body jerk. She turned her head away as I looked down at her. A line had been crossed. Whatever the two of us had in the past, the future would be very different. I realized, at that moment, what had been missing from our lives and from our love. Cammi needed me to take charge, to take her hand and pull her to the place where all her desires would be fulfilled. I pulled my semi-hard cock out of her pussy and moved off her. I sat, propped up on one arm, and looked down at her. She kept her head turned away. Her body was like a limp toy. I let my eyes drink in her nakedness. The wet curls on her pussy made me want to reach out and touch them. Her perfect breasts, with their soft red tips, invited my fingers. My patience was ending. “Look at me!” I shouted. Her body tensed, but she did not turn her head. I raised up and moved over in one motion. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them just over her head. My wet cock rested just below her breasts. She had no choice but to look up at me. Her expression was impossible to read. I sorted out what I wanted to say and began, “What did he say on the phone?” “How’s my little cunt, is what he said first. And you know what? My pussy was flowing from that second on. Twelve years since I heard him say that. And he got me hot, just like he used to. All those years vanished in a second and he had me again.” Her voice had been even. There was no doubt she was telling the truth. I knew my truth too. There would be no more asking, just telling. I had to take her to the forbidden place. Her story about Richard had shown me the way. There was no turning back. I looked down into her eyes, “Well, you will get your chance to fuck him again. You’ll do it as my hot little cunt. I’ll be right there with you. Maybe I’ll fuck him too. And when we’re done with him, it will be our faces he sees when he thinks about the most incredible sexual experience he ever had. Your face and mine. Do you understand what I’m telling you, Cammi?” She nodded, her eyes wide and staring. I kept my voice low, “Say it!. Tell me what you understand!” The tip of her tongue raced across her lips. “I’m your little cunt. And I will fuck Richard when you tell me.” I rolled off her. I was suddenly more at peace with myself than I had been in a very long time. The visions of what was to come danced through my mind. End Chapter One Did you enjoy this first chapter? What would you like to see happen next? Please give me your good vote and your feedback. I will answer every email with an address. Or give me your opinion anonymously. Your choice. Thanks.