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Sweetie

By: whole4U



I'd been called to the GF's (general foreman's) office! 'What the hell is wrong now?' I thought.

As I entered the trailer, I blanched to see Charlene sitting there with Bob, the GF.

"Hey folks," I cheerfully cried, hoping like hell she hadn't followed up on her words yesterday.

"Sit down, Mills," Bob spoke in that low tone I knew meant big trouble. "Seems Miss Gavins has a rather large complaint."

Turning to her, I asked what was wrong.

"You, Mills," she replied haughtily. God, I hated that tone coming from any woman! "I told you I'd be coming in here today. I'm fed up with your remarks."

"Aw, c'mon, Charlene! I wasn't all that offensive!"

"No? Well, let's just see what Mr Stimson thinks of my complaint. And if HE agrees that it's perfectly alright to say & do the things you do, as my supervisor, then I'll just have to take it all to the court, & the papers!"

"Mills," Bob interjected, "it seems that you've gone way over the line any number of times with Ms Gavins. Did you actually say 'Nice ass,' yesterday, when she bent to pick up her tools?"

"Well...er...I might have said something, but I'm not sure it was those words."

"And did you really touch her buttocks several times? Brush against her chest? Make constant sexual innuendos?"

"Bob! You know me. Do you believe this stuff?"

Bob smiled, & looked at me over the top of his glasses.

"I've never liked you, truth be told, Mills. I think you're a big-headed jerk, but your work has always been above reproach...until this, that is. I'm afraid that, if any of this is true, you'll be out of a job, & most likely out of the union, as well."

"I haven't admitted to anything, here, Bob. It all comes down to her word against mine, and..."

"HAH!" Charlene guffawed. "I GOT you, Mills! I recorded your little comments yesterday on my handy little pocket recorder. Let's just hear the evidence, shall we?"

I reddened as she took out her little recorder, & clicked the play button.

"Hey, sweetie!" I heard myself say, "Shuffle that hot little ass of yours up to the rafters, so I can watch you work from below! I think I'd dearly love to work below you, if you get my meaning!"

She hit the pause button, & I said something about illegal recordings not being allowed as evidence.

"This is not a courtroom, Mills. I find your actions reprehensible in any setting! I am quite within my rights to fire you, AND to have you removed from the union, as well. And unless you can come up with another plan of action that satisfies both Ms Gavins AND myself, that will be what occurs, here."

I sat there, stunned, glancing frantically from the recorder to Gavins to Bob & back. I had no words within me to extricate myself from this situation.

"If I may," Charlene spoke after a full minute of silence. "I might have a solution that would satisfy me, anyway."

Bob turned to her.

"What could possibly be done to fix this?

"I want him off this job. Right now. But," here she paused, looking directly at me with pure evil in her eyes, "if Mills here wants to work, I'll give him a job, for the next six months. If he does that job in an adequate fashion, I'll drop all charges against him & the union. No harm done."

"What job?" I sputtered, grasping at any straw I could find.

"You'll be my personal assistant. My butler. My maid, if you will. You'll be on duty 24/7. Your food & uniform will be provided, & the pay is $250 per day."

"So, I'll have to move in with you?"

"I have a spare room," she sneered. "I've taken the liberty of writing up a little contract that would assure us all that everything is on the up & up."

Bob chuckled, "I see you've thought this through rather well, Miss Gavins. What do you say, Mills? You want to take a 6 month's leave of absence to fulfill your obligations, & to make things up to Miss Gavins?"

I reached for the contract. It had to be at least 20 pages long.

"Take your time," Charlene sneered. "Read it thoroughly if you wish. But the offer is off the table in exactly..." she checked her watch..."10 seconds."

What could I do? I signed it. I also initialed every paragraph in the damned thing, though I couldn't really read it, as she moved it around so fast for me to sign or initial every damned line of the thing.

Bob chuckled again, & I glared daggers into his eyes as he spoke.

"Mills, I don't envy you, but if you actually go through with this, I'll have all of this erased from your files. Nothing will ever be said about it again. DO follow through on the contract, or there will be huge ramifications. You will probably be sued for sexual harassment, as well as losing your job & your position in the union. You won't find work anytime soon if I have anything to say about it."

"I understand, Bob."

Charlene snatched up the contract as soon as it was signed, & Bob had witnessed it. I had a feeling that I was well & truly fucked.

Little did I know...

"Get your tools & your personal affects, & get the hell off my job site," Bob said, after having me sign the leave of absence papers.

Charlene smirked, following me all the way to my locker. She didn't say anything, thankfully, as I told some of the other guys that I had some family troubles, & had to leave for awhile.

As she escorted me to my truck, I asked her if she was happy that she'd ruined my life.

"Don't be such a drama queen, Mills! I SAVED your ass in there, & don't you forget it!"

"Yeah, I guess maybe you did."

"I took the day off to get you started in your new job. Do you have anything at home you need to take care of? Better get to it. Here's my address. Better hurry. Mills. You're on the clock! Your ass is mine for the next six months! I want you at the house in 3 hours."

"Yes ma'am!" I replied in a surly voice, as I climbed into the truck & raced home to get my new life in order.

I called Gina, a girl I'd taken out a few times, & told her I'd be gone for 6 months. It didn't seem to matter to her. Same for my friends. I cleaned up the place, stashed my tools, grabbed some clothes & headed to Charlene's with my heart in my throat.

Charlene met me at her little cabin in the woods. She had me park my truck behind her house so it couldn't be seen. She also had me leave my suitcase in the truck, reminding me that she would provide me with my uniform.

As I entered her small two-story house, Charlene cried "Strip! Right there! You will not be wearing those clothes for the next six months, 'Sweetie!' Your ass is mine, now!"

I stood there, shocked for a moment, both at her tone, & her words.

"Did you not understand me, Mills?"

I slowly took off my jacket, & she snatched it out of my hands.

"Look, I know you didn't get to read the contract, Mills, so I'll explain it to you as we go on. Stop gawking at me & take it all off."

I unbuttoned my shirt & handed it to her, wondering what I'd gotten myself into.

"These are the rules, Mills: for today, your uniform will consist of this."

She handed me a wispy little garment. As I unfolded it, I saw it was nothing more than a lacy apron.

"You can't be serious. I'm not wearing that."

"You will, or you can expect to go to jail. They aren't very kind to sexual offenders in there, I've heard. But it's up to you.

"You've come to my home, supposedly to work for me, & yet here I find you, naked & rampant! Are you planning on raping me, Mills?"

I looked down to see that I was, indeed, "rampant." My erection surprised me, but not as much as the click & flash of the camera.

I turned to see two women standing there. The elder held the camera, while the younger held what appeared to be a pistol, but I couldn't make it out in the dark corner where they sat glowering at me.

"You set me up! What the hell is going on?"

"Listen carefully. From here on out, you will be referred to as 'Sweetie.' That's your name in my household. Do your work well, Sweetie, & you may go away from here a responsible,. caring man with much to offer the world. Do it poorly, & I'll see you in much more embarrassing straits than this one. Refuse to cooperate, & you'll end up in jail, stripped of all rights, & you'll be ruined financially as well as unemployable. Do I make myself clear?"

"Oh, Christ!"

"That sort of language is not tolerated here, Sweetie! Now put on your uniform, bow in the back."

I had a hell of a time tying the damned thing, but eventually I had it in place, the big, fluffy bow at the rear, with the strings tickling my thighs.

"This is Melissa," Charlene said, referring to the elder of the two ladies. "She & her assistant, Rachael, will work with you to help you learn what to do & how to do it."

The shorter, older woman walked to me very fast, with a tape measure in her hand. She took measurements of my body in a very swift, yet thorough fashion, calling out numbers to Rachael, who wrote them all down. As they worked, I checked them out.

Melissa was about 40 to 45, with short bobbed very dark hair. Her bosom was very full, as were her hips. She had a thick waist, & pudgy little hands & fingers. I guessed her to be around 5 foot 6, around 160 lbs, & I had to try not to stare at her large breasts.

Rachael was about 25. She was taller by several inches ( I guessed about 5-foot-10), & had a wispy quality to her. Her hair was a dark red, & her breasts were much smaller than Melissa's.

Both women were dressed rather well, in heels, stockings, skirts & blouses all in matching colors. I looked over to see Charlene grinning at me as Melissa measured my penis in her rough hands.

"What are you doing?" I asked Charlene.

"You're being measured for your new clothes, Sweetie."

Every time she called me by that name, I flinched inside.

Rachael ran her hands over my ass, & I jumped at the intrusion.

"What the fuck!?"

"Hey! I told you not to speak like that, Sweetie! Apologize immediately!"

A grin formed on my face, & in spite of my situation, I found myself turning to her to say. "So sorry, Rachael. Feel freely!"

At that, Melissa gasped, & slapped my bare ass hard.

Rachael, however, wasn't the least put off as she responded.

"Thank you, but no. I find it to be much too hairy for my taste!"

At that, all three women laughed loudly.

"Melissa is here to help you with that, Sweetie, amongst other things," Charlene said.

"I'll need to work with her today & tomorrow, then you can expect her uniform in 3 to 4 days, Charlene."

"Thank you, Melissa. I'm going to run into town to get us some food. I'll be back shortly. Sweetie, you are to follow every direction that Melissa or Rachael give you, without complaint or hesitation. Is that clear? Remember, we have your future in our hands!"

Charlene took the camera & left.

Melissa immediately went to work.

"Rachael, take Sweetie & go to the car & get the table & the boxes."

"Yes, m'lady," Rachael answered, taking my arm & walking me to the door.

I paused at the door, not wanting to go outside. I thought I might be seen, though I knew there were no other houses at this end of the street.

"I can't go out there!"

"Yes, you can, Sweetie. The sooner we go, the sooner we can come back in."

With that, she pushed at my back, & I was out the door, walking to the car in the driveway.

The table that Melissa had referred to was a massage table, a pro model, folded up in the back seat. I took that, while Rachael carried in a couple boxes. We carried it all into the kitchen, which was rather large & open. Rachael set up the table, & Melissa came in from the bathroom.

"Good! Now, Sweetie, up with you!"

I climbed up onto the table, my erection had diminished somewhat, but I was still at least half hard. As I lay on my back, Rachael took some straps out of a box, & strapped me down onto the table at my knees, waist, & chest. My arms were also held down in this position, & when she cinched the straps tight, I found I couldn't move.

"Very nice," Melissa hummed.

She then put a bowl in the microwave, & turned it on. As the machine hummed, she turned to stand over me.

"You will be silent. You will not cry out," she said.

Now I was truly afraid. The microwave's bell went off, & Rachael brought the bowl to rest on the edge of the massage table. Melissa scooped some goo out of the bowl, & smeared it onto my chest, & then immediately covered it with a strip of cloth. They continued to do this until my entire chest was covered with cooling goo & rags.

The bell went off again, to time things, I suppose, as Melissa worked on my legs in the same fashion as she had my chest. Rachael began to quickly rip the cloth from my chest, which also ripped out my chest hair. Man, did that hurt! next, they removed the strap from my chest, to get that area as well. They worked silently. All I could hear was the rip when they yanked my hair out, & the gloppy sound of the goo being applied to those places not yet completed.

My eyes were running with tears as they continued until my entire body, on the front side, was free from body hair, save for my pubic area. Then, Melissa went to work on my face. She started plucking my eyebrows, as Rachael put some cuffs on my ankles.

I was distracted by the eyebrow shaping, so I missed when Rachael tied ropes to the D-rings in my ankle cuffs. But I started to panic when she pulled my legs wide apart up over my face, & tied them off to the table, just as Melissa finished her work on my eyebrows. Thus far, I had kept silent, but when they started to smear the goo on my pubic hair, I thrashed as much as I could, & began to yell & curse them.

Rachael simply went to another box, & pulled out a rather nasty-looking instrument, with a stubby fat penis shape on it. Melissa took my balls in her hand, & squeezed it firmly.

"Open up, Sweetie! We can't have you talking like this," she said.

My eyes wide, I opened my mouth & accepted the rubbery-tasting intruder, & Rachael buckled it behind my head. They both played with my cock until it was rock hard & nearly dripping with need, giggling like school girls as they smeared the dreaded goo all over it & my ball sack. Quickly adding the cloth strips, we all waited until they cooled enough to pull off.

Melissa leaned in to my ear & whispered, "Now Sweetie! I can pull your hairs out one at a time, making it very very uncomfortable for you. Or I can do it fast, & get them all in one go. Aren't you sorry that you spoke to us so badly, little girl?"

I nodded my head frantically, hoping to assure them that I was indeed sorry as hell. 'If I ever get out of this, I'll KILL them,' I thought.

They toyed with the little strips of cloth for awhile, & then started pulling them off very slowly. It was pure agony! I screamed into the rubber cock in my mouth. I thrashed. I drooled down the sides of my face as my eyes rolled back into my head. Just when I thought I could take no more & live, they ripped them off quickly, & I screamed again.

Melissa then tied a thick string to my ball sack, as Rachael removed the straps from my body.

"Roll over, Sweetie," Melissa ordered, with a little tug on the string.

I complied obediently. I knew this was a woman who took great pleasure in my pain. She held the string as Rachael waxed my reverse side, even getting deep into the crevasse of my ass. It was, to date, my most humbling, horrifying experience, & in the end, my body was totally hair-free.

Next, they had me stand as Melissa held the string, & Rachael rubbed some perfumed moisturizer into my skin. I smelled like a French whore, & looked ridiculous, by the time Charlene returned with food.

"Wow," she said. "That really makes a big difference, doesn't it?"

She had me put that damned apron back on, asking if I'd given them any trouble at all.

Melissa reported my loss of control, & my bad language, in a matter-of-fact way.

"Sweetie! WHAT will I do with you?"

"Charlene, I have something that might help her to remember her place," Melissa said, holding a feather duster in her hand.

"Ooooo, that's a great idea" Charlene laughed. "Has she been prepped for that?"

"Not yet. I wanted to make sure it's the one you wanted, first."

What I hadn't seen, was the other end of the duster was actually a rather nasty-looking purple butt plug (of a medium size, I later learned). The plug part was in her fist, so I couldn't see it.

"After lunch, ladies! I can hardly wait."

I wolfed down a slice of pizza, & was reaching for another, when Charlene stopped me.

"Sweetie! Ladies eat slowly, with small bites. You will act like a lady in my house!"

I blushed furiously, which made them all laugh.

"I love as girl who can still blush in this day & age," Melissa mused, which brought about another round of laughter at my expense.

"Okay, Mel, should we get her prepped?" Charlene asked.

"Yes, I think it's time."

I was led by that damned string upstairs to the bathroom, where Melissa told me to "assume the position."

I must have looked like a deer in the headlights, because they all started laughing again.

"On the floor, wench! Hands & knees!"

A quick tug on the string & I was at their mercy once again. Rachael filled an enema bag with warm soapy water, & hung it on the shower rod. Melissa lubed up my hole. I was shaking all over at this point.

"Easy, girl! it's just a little cleansing. Nothing to get alarmed about," Melissa told me as she eased the tube into my passage.

SLAP!

Charlene hit my ass!

"I've been wanting to do that for two years, bitch!" She laughed. "Now wag that ass for me!"

Tears again fell from my eyes as I swayed my bottom from side to side.

"Put some FEELING into it! Make me believe it, slut," she said as she hit me again.

I wiggled faster, then slower, then in circles.

"That's more like it!" She laughed again.

Charlene & Melissa left me in Rachael's care, with her holding the string to my balls. The bag emptied, but she made no move off her perch on the toilet. She merely shut the clamp on the hose. I felt the urge rise within, & asked her, in a quiet voice, to let me use the toilet.

"Not yet, Sweetie. It has to be held for awhile."

The cramps set in, & I writhed on the floor, trying to find a position that alleviated the pressure, to no avail. Finally, she told me to purge, & I rushed to the receptacle, almost pushing her over in my frantic rush to make it in time. To my chagrin, she held the string, & filled another bag full.

She inserted the tube, & released the clamp. This was repeated two more times, until I felt so 'flushed out' that I could barely move.

After all of that, she gave the string another tug, saying, "Up with you. Let's get going."

I stumbled along behind her, feeling weak as a limp noodle, until we made our way back down to the kitchen. Charlene & Melissa were sitting there, drinking glasses of wine.

"Did she give you any trouble, Rachael?"

"No, Charlene. She was very compliant."

"HAH! I'll bet she was!" Melissa exclaimed.

"Sweetie, do you have any questions about your duties?" Charlene asked.

"Um...yeah...what ARE they? Do I have to dress like this all the time? Isn't this illegal?"

"Okay, first, your duties are to provide me with whatever I need. That includes doing the laundry, cooking, dishes, dusting, etc. It also includes entertaining me & my friends. As far as the legality is concerned, YOU stripped in my living room, in front of my friends. You also signed the contract, which puts you in my debt for the near future. Perhaps you should have read it after all, huh? The waxing & the other enhancements I have in store for you were all spelled out in plain English, dear.

"Don't interrupt me! You will dress like this until I've decided that you are deserving of a promotion. You can wear more clothes when you have worked hard, & earn them. Understand?"

I nodded my head.


Sweetie



My wife works days and I work nights. Usually she's left the house before I've arrived after work. A few months ago on her birthday our paths crossed. I arrived home early from work. Her bedroom is upstairs while mine is downstairs in the basement. I rarely spend an entire night in her bedroom as the nights I am off I wake up after falling asleep with her. I get out of bed and go downstairs and keep busy until four or five in the morning. I then go to my bedroom in the basement and fall asleep.

The morning of her birthday I heard her upstairs getting ready for work. I thought about going upstairs and wishing her happy birthday, but didn't as it sounded like she was minutes from heading downstairs. I heard drawers opening and closing and pictured her freshly showered walking around her bedroom putting on her black panties and white bra. She liked a white or flesh colored bra because it wasn't as visible under her blouse but preferred her panties to be black because they looked sexier. I felt myself hardening thinking how nice it would be to have my face between her legs making love to her with my mouth, to have her smell on me as I headed to the basement to sleep while she began her day with an orgasm. 

The polycarbonate cage I wear suppressed my penis from getting anything more than quarter erect as there is literally no room for any penis, even a small one like mine, to expand. What it doesn't stop are the drips and by the time she came downstairs I knew if I took down my pants there would be a noticeable wet spot on my boxers. I silently laughed at how she and I responded to sexual arousal; we both got wet.

She came downstairs wearing a purple shirt and blue jeans. Her breasts stretched her shirt. Considering her age they are impressive, natural, with no more sag than when she was 18, but a cup size bigger. I looked at her and thought how kind Father Time had been to her. She could go without makeup. Her long dark brown hair remained soft as silk. It had been a long time since I had ran my fingers through her hair or felt it against my face loving its feel and smell as we had intercourse.

Too long I thought.

She smiled when she saw me and pursed her lips. I kissed her and wished her happy birthday. She thanked me asked how my night was. I told her it was uneventful but long. She said she had a very good sleep. 

"Any good dreams?" I asked.

Her brow furrowed as she tried to remember. 

"Yes, a very good one."

She didn't share with me her dream, but said, "The dream reminded me of something I wanted to share with you. I think you'll appreciate this before going to bed. Hand me my purse."

I did and she fished out a card which she handed me, "Here. Read this. I think it will give you quite the cuck moment."

I took the card out of the envelope, opened it, and began to read. It was from a man she worked with, Joseph. I had met him once but our encounter was brief. It was a Valentine's Day card masquerading as a birthday card. 

The front of card said happy birthday but inside he wrote, "You're special to me. Your heart is so BEAUTIFUL! It is adorned with the color of LOVE and its light can seen illuminating your gentle face and even in darkness you still shine!"

She studied my face gauging my reaction. She laughed as I looked obviously turned on by something as simple as a birthday card. She even asked, "Aroused?"

"Yes," I answered wishing there was time before she left for work for me to worship her. If she even hinted she had a few minutes to spare I would drop to my knees, pull down her jeans and panties and eat her while she stood leaning against the kitchen counter.

She was still smiling, "That's not even the best part. There's more. She pulled out a piece of paper and unfolded it. Even though I could see what was written she read it to me, "Here's a little gift for you to take your sweetie to lunch." 

It didn't take me but a few seconds to reach the same conclusion she had.

I said, "I think he's asking you out. You've never referred to me as your sweetie and he knows you're married."

She answered, "I thought the same thing. I showed it to my boss. She smiled and said, 'Someone has a crush on you.' I said, 'I think so too. What should I do?' She answered, 'What do you want to do? Are you going to tell your husband?' I said, 'Go to lunch with him. No.' She replied, 'I thought you would want to. He doesn't need to know. It would only make him jealous.' Just then Linda walked into the office. I showed her the card. Her response was, 'someone's got a crush on you.' They both started chanting, 'You've got a boyfriend.' I turned red. I was almost regretting sharing it with them but I also knew they can keep a secret. If anything they would help me keep it under wraps. I was also a little nervous. If his boss knew he could lose his job."

"Then don't let his boss find out," I cautioned before adding, "I bet you felt very flattered."

My wife said, "I did. He's 15 years younger than me. What a boost to my ego."

"Are you attracted to him?" I asked.

"Until now, not really. He's a nice man. Just lonely. He doesn't have many friends here."

I sensed there was something more. You hesitated before adding, "He's not unattractive. He's just so dark."

"Well, he is from Africa."

"Yes, but he's so dark complected compared to the blacks I know here. I am a little self conscious around him as this town is so white. We really drew alot of attention when we went to lunch."

"I know, but I thought that turned you on. Besides this town isn't that white. I've seen interracial couples before, just not very many."

"And they all get stared at. But we really stand out. I'm not pale, but next to him I look so white."

"I never knew you to be so self conscious."

"I'm normally not but..."

"I think you're in denial which is why you are coming up with excuses. I think you're attracted to him."

She started to protest, "I am not. Well, I guess I am a little. Okay, more than a little. A lot."

I said, "You feel like you're cheating on your boyfriend don't you? You feel like you should be faithful to him even though you're attracted to someone else. Remember, you don't owe him your loyalty. You're the boss, not him."

She had a frown on her face, "I know it's my choice. I just feel like I should be loyal to him. I guess I'm a one man woman."

I said, "Maybe it's time you got out of your comfort zone. Don't let feelings of guilt get in the way of exploring what might be a good thing. Just think if you had kept your feelings bottled up and stayed loyal to me you would have never experienced what you have with your boyfriend."

"You're right, but he's faithful to me."

"He doesn't need to know. You told me not him when you went to lunch."

"I know, but now I kind of want to share this with him."

"Why?"

"To make him a little jealous. Not take me for granted."

"It could backfire and make him a lot jealous."

"I know. For now it will be our secret."

"And your boss and coworker's."

"They can keep a secret. I've kept plenty from their husbands."

I pointed out what to me seemed obvious, "I think you are more than just a little flattered. You like that he has a crush on you, but I also think the attraction isn't solely one sided. You're attracted to him, but finding reasons not to be. I know you love your boyfriend but you shouldn't let it limit your freedom. Worrying about him isn't liberating you, but stifling you. You've replaced one husband for another. You don't dictate to him his activities so why should you let him dictate yours?"

She looked at me digesting what I said and answered, "Touche. You're right. I shouldn't. I just feel torn. I don't want to blow a good thing. Besides, I'm not just thinking of how it would affect him but how it would affect you. What do you want me to do?"

"I'm your cuck. Of course I'm in favor of you exploring further the attraction and admiration he obviously has for you. Something must have clicked or you wouldn't feel so conflicted. How it affects me shouldn't matter. It doesn't matter now with your boyfriend so it shouldn't matter with him."

She laughed, "You're aroused right now aren't you? I bet your little penis is dripping and wants out of its cage."

I turned red, "You know me so well, but that shouldn't be a factor in your decision."

She came close to me and hugged me, pressing her sex against my imprisoned one. She brought her lips to within millimeters of mine and whispered, "But knowing you're aroused does matter. If you were really miserable I wouldn't have a boyfriend. You let me fall in love with another man. You let me put him before you. A second boyfriend will mean even less of me for you. What if I fall in love with him? Is that what you want?" She ground herself against me. My penis unable to swell made my testicles ache. Without the cage her touch would have caused me to climax.

I kissed her softly, "Yes, it's what I want. Your heart is big enough to handle another man."

She kissed me back, "But I get so crazy when I fall in love. As wonderful as it is to have those feelings their intensity scares me. Look at how emotional I was for years with my boyfriend."

"I know, but I was there to make it easier."

"You did. I couldn't have done it without you. Without your support I would have cut my ties to him. I'm so glad I didn't though because I really do love him."

"I'm glad you didn't either, but let's not jump the gun. You're not in love with him, just flattered. And if something does develop between the two of you we'll cross that bridge when it does. Either way I'll be here for you."

"I know you will, but you know me, it's never just about the physical attraction but the emotional one. I think he's a lot like my boyfriend, but less private, more willing to share what he's thinking and feelng. At lunch he shared so much with me. He's someone I could easily grow very attached to, maybe even fall in love with."

"All the more reason for you to see where this leads. Besides I like the way you glow when you fall in love. Your emotional attraction makes what I feel even more intense."

She hugged me tight her breasts pressing against my chest. I imagined underneath her shirt and bra her hard nipples. 

"Then it's decided," she said, "I'm going to take the money he gave me and take him to dinner."

"He gave you money?"

"Yes. Did I forget to tell you? It was only a twenty but he said for me to take my sweetie out." She added, "If you want to see the note it's in my purse." 

I reached over and got it. Still hugging me she watched me read it. It was short and was written exactly as she said. I thought he was obviously fishing for a reaction. He purposely didn't tell her to take her husband out, but her sweetie. I knew he also didn't know about her boyfriend. He was hoping when she thought sweetie it was him she was thinking of. He had it bad for my wife.

"He has it bad for you."

"I know. Now you know why I'm worried. My boyfriend could, but wouldn't break us up. I'm not so sure about him."

The cunundrum of being a cuck struck home. Sexually and even emotionally I shouted yes, yes, yes as though I were on the receiving end of a big cock and about to climax, but deep inside where logic and deep feelings of love for my wife, our family, the life we built something screamed no. It is what made me nauseous even as my penis unsuccessfully tried to swell, to break free of its prison.

I answered her not with words but by embracing her and pressing my lips to hers. She opened her mouth as did I and we shared a heated french kiss, sizzling due to her debating whether to allow another man to pursue her, to pursue him back, to let it take her emotionally and physically where it might. 

When we broke she said to me, "I love you so much right now."

"I love you too and I want you so bad."

"When I get home you'll have me. I'm going to ride your face until I'm raw."



Sweetie Ch. 02



I soon fell fast asleep, & upon waking, wondered what the hell I'd gotten myself into.

Shaking the cobwebs from my head, I almost ran to the bath, where I cleaned myself as I'd been told to, & galloped down to the kitchen to start breakfast. Finishing it up pretty well, I found a tray, & traipsed up the stairs to 'm'lady's room' to serve her breakfast.

Knocking softly until she called me to enter, I walked in to see Charlene sitting up in bed, her breasts bare to my view. My cock immediately responded, raising the hem of my apron.

"Are you staring at my breasts, Sweetie?" Charlene asked me sweetly. "Don't feel left out, you'll be getting some of your own a little later, today."

I started at those words.

"I...I...er...thought you wouldn't be doing anything permanent to me," I gasped.

"Silly girl! They won't be permanent, Sweetie! It's just saline, & it will be injected directly into your breasts. Your body will flush it out, so there will be lots of those treatments over the next 6 months."

I nearly dropped the tray on the way to her bed.

"Melissa will be here by 9 o'clock to begin your injections, so you'd better have your chores done by then. Just clean the dishes & mop the floor in the kitchen. That should take all the time you have until she gets here."

"Yes, ma'am."

These eggs are done medium, not easy, Sweetie. I know it's your first day, so I'll cut you some slack, but you'd better do better tomorrow!"

"Yes, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am."

"Now, give me a curtsy & run along. I have to go to work, you know!"

I fumbled through my curtsy, & exited as fast as I could. I was thinking "BREASTS! She's gonna put TITS on me! I have GOT to think of a way out of this shit!"

I ate a little breakfast of my own, & washed the dishes as Charlene headed for the door. I laughed to myself that she'd forgotten about the butt plug. A bullet dodged!

The phone rang. I refused to answer it. I'd gotten no orders to do so. I heard a click, & then the answering machine started up. As her message ended, I heard Charlene's voice on the line.

"Don't bother to pick up the phone, dear. I just remembered your feather duster! You'll have to insert it, yourself, this morning. Make sure it's in before Mel gets there, or there will be hell to pay! Have a nice day, Sweetie! I know I will without you on the job!"

"FUCK!" I yelled at the machine."Fuckin' BITCH!

I turned to go up the stairs to 'insert' my fucking butt plug, when the phone rang again.

This time it was Melissa, telling me that she'd be a little late, but to make sure I was 'ready' for her.

I was no happier at this news.

"FUCK YOU TOO, YOU BIG-TITTED COW! Fuckin' lesbo CUNT!"

I stormed through the house, cursing everything & everyone I knew. I must have looked rather foolish, naked, save for the little frilly apron, my body completely hairless, stomping my feet & yelling at the top of my lungs, shaking my fist at the heavens, as I went upstairs to insert my butt plug/feather duster.

"Fuck it," I said to myself. I wouldn't put it in until the doorbell rang. They weren't going to feminize my mind, too, if I could help it, though they'd begun a pretty good job on my body. I was dreading the tits that had been promised me. I was sick & tired of the humiliation of posing & having my ass & nipples fondled constantly, & it had only been a single day! How was I to survive 6 fucking months?

I went back to the kitchen, & started to clean up after breakfast. I took off the damned apron, too, & just did it all in the nude. I was just finishing the mopping of the floor when I about jumped out of my skin to the sound of Melissa's voice.

"What are you doing, Sweetie?" she asked. "Why aren't you in uniform?"

"Um...er...I thought you would be ringing the bell," I stammered, weakly. I glanced at the clock. They'd tricked me! It was only 8:30! I looked frantically for my apron, found it draped over a nearby chair, & was wrapping it around my waist when Mel stopped me.

"You won't be needing that for awhile, Sweetie." She was glowering at me, & I knew I was in big trouble.

I turned, & would have run out the kitchen door buck naked, if Rachael hadn't stepped in that very portal at that moment. She had boxes in her arms, again. I helped her with them, & Mel told me to go out & get the table.

I was blushing again, & didn't even have the little apron to cover myself as I went out to get the table. After Rachael set it up, I was all too soon upon it, once again. This time I was strapped down even tighter than before. My arms, too, were tied down over my head. My legs were spread by a bar this time. I was vulnerable & completely immobile.

Melissa leaned in close to my face, her anger flashing in her eyes.

"So I'm a 'big-titted COW,' am I? We'll see how much YOU like being the cow, you fucking bitch!" She slapped my face, then. I thought it could probably be heard down the street at the neighbor's house, it cracked so loud.

"I'm sorry, I thought..."

"Rachael! Shut this tramp up! Stuff her mouth full. I'll stuff her ass. Then we can begin." Her eyes were glaring at me again.

When Rachael brought that penis gag to my lips, I turned my head. Mel punched me in the balls so hard I thought I'd puke.

"Make me hurt you again, Sweetie. I LIKE to hurt you!"

Gasping for air, I opened my mouth for Rachael, & she buckled the device in place as Mel raised my spread legs, & started greasing up my back hole.

"You best be very cooperative, or I promise you I won't use the lube next time, slut!"

I immediately tried to relax as she stuffed my ass with yet another plug. This one felt bigger, & it must have shown in my eyes.

"Yes, this one's for training, Sweetie. It'll open you up nicely, so all the boys can have a turn on you without hurting you...not that I'm against that, but Charlene seems to want to keep you intact." She held up a little bulb pump, & squeezed it a couple of times. To my chagrin, I felt it expand inside my ass, pressing against my prostate, which, in turn, made my cock rise against my will.

"Oh, you like this, don't you, slut? I'll bet you'd love to feel my fist in there, as we make sweet lesbo love, huh?" she spat in my face.

I was shaking all over, but not from rage, this time. She had me well & truly scared for life & limb as she tied the spreader bar down.

"See this?" she asked, holding a syringe in front of my eyes. "This is a time-released hormonal compound. It's designed to help you develop milk in these fine titties of yours. Hope you like it."

She then slowly plunged that long needle into my left pec, pushing it in deep, making me scream into the cock-shaped plug in my mouth. She inserted it four times, in different areas around my nipple, until the syringe was emptied. Then, she filled another, & repeated the process around my right nipple.

I was drenched in sweat at this point.

"Aw, Sweetie, we haven't even started to build up your titties yet. Just relax & watch me work. You're gonna be so beautiful!"

Now she held up an even larger needle. I noticed that the contents were a yellowish color. I turned my questioning eyes to Mel.

"Oh! You thought you were getting saline, didn't you? Well, I've decided that saline works its way out of your system way too fast. This, dearie, is pure human collagen. It will stay in your body a long time. I won't need to do so many repeat injections on you, so you can thank me for that. I think, for today, our goal will be a C cup."

She then plunged the needle into my chest, & slowly pushed out the very thick contents. I could feel it going in. It was cooler than I was. She had to keep pushing on the plunger, removing it, moving the thing somewhere else, & repeating the procedure. I lay on that table for 5 solid hours, in pure agony, watching as my chest took on new dimensions.

Rachael wasn't idle, either. She was occasionally stroking my cock, then she'd pump that damned plug in my ass even bigger, & my cock couldn't get soft.

"Aw, Sweetie likes having tits! Look at that! Well, next week you'll be even more excited, because I'm coming back to make them even bigger!"

At the end of the 5 hours, I was completely broken. The agony of the entire day had come crashing into my psyche, & my body had been so tense for so long that it was worn out.

Rachael unstrapped me, & helped me to stand. My legs wanted to give out on me, but I was determined not to show them weakness.

"Get that bar stool, Rachael."

Rachael pulled out a bar stool, & led me to it.

"I wasn't going to do this, today, Sweetie, but your language & your lack of uniform must be punished. Charlene has told me what to do. Put your belly on the stool, Sweetie."

I was shocked, to say the least. Was she going to spank me, now, after the last 5 hours of torture? Rachael tied my arms & ankles to the legs of the stool, & I tensed myself for the riding crop that Mel had held yesterday.

Imagine my surprise when I felt the needle enter my ass cheek instead! I felt the cool fats enter into me, & I groaned in helpless frustration.

"Oh, baby! You're gonna have a nice back porch!" Mel giggled. "I can't wait to see you wag this fine ass for Charlene tomorrow!"

Another 3 hours of torture, & I was spent. When Rachael untied me, I rolled to the floor, wincing as my ass touched the cold tiles. I rolled to my side, & curled into the fetal position.

"No, no, little missy! Rachel, help her up. We need to check her sizes for the fitting, tomorrow."

Again, I was assisted to stand. I swayed slightly as Mel took her cloth tape measure, & checked me over yet again. I was amazed to see that my cock could still get hard after all of this abuse, but Rachael managed it with her nimble fingers.

"Yep. Sweetie's tits are even bigger than yours, Rachael! She's gonna be one hot to trot slut! HAH!" Mel reached down & stroked my cock. "You're gonna love the new you!"

Rachael pumped that plug up even further, & I swayed on my feet again.

"So you want to make it up to me, Sweetie? I can make things easier for you, you know. It doesn't have to be like this."

I looked at her with pleading in my eyes, & nodded my head.

"Here, we'll take that off so I can hear you, Sweetie!" Mel removed the penis gag, & sat at the kitchen table. "Stay right there, Sweetie. I want to look at you while we chat."

I tried to stand straighter, like she'd shown me to yesterday. Pushing my tits out & my ass at the same time was a bit of a strain, but I did it, & remembered to keep my legs together, & my elbows in. That posture, of course, put more pressure on my prostate, & my ass felt like I had a dead groundhog in there, weighing me down & filling me until I felt positively pregnant! ('Where did THAT thought come from?')

"Up on your toes, Sweetie, like you're wearing some high heels! That's it! Now, turn around for me."

I spun on my tippie-toes. I wiggled my ass at her command. I didn't jump when Rachael stroked my big ass, nor when she felt up my tits. Then, to my complete surprise, Rachael leaned down & licked my nipples. At that, I gasped, & fell back down onto my flat feet. But it seemed like I had pushed my tits into her face. (Was I getting turned ON by this stuff?)

"I know you're a little tired right now, Sweetie, but I have to say that I'm impressed with your development. Those tits! That ass! You're starting to look really good to me. Rachael & I would love to play with you, Sweetie! Wouldn't we, Rach?"

"Oh yeah," Rachael whispered in my ear. "I wanna feel your tongue on me. Those tits look really good on you!"

I was whipped, & I knew it. I'd been debased, de-SEXed, & put through over 8 hours of penetrating pain & humiliations I'd never have imagined in my life. I was in no position to refuse, yet I knew I couldn't possibly perform, right now.

My head hung. There was nothing I could say or do to defend myself from these women, & it seemed as though they were going to have their way with me.

"Listen, dear. I just wanted to let you know that we're interested. I can see that this day has you rather run down, but I'd like to hear you say that we can play. Maybe tomorrow morning? You play nice with me, & things will go a lot easier on you. I have some pain killers & some local anesthetics that I can use on you in the future, Sweetie. Would you like that?"

"Yes, ma'am," I whimpered. My voice was cracking after all the screeching I'd done into the gag. To keep it from sounding too ridiculous, considering my present appearance, I tried whispering in a higher register. "I'd like that very much. I'm sorry I said those things. It wasn't about you. I was frustrated & scared. ma'am."

"Say no more about it, right Rachael?"

Rachael agreed, but said that there was 'the tape,' & there was no way to fix that.

"You'll still have to deal with Charlene when she comes home, Sweetie," she told me.

"Well, since there's nothing we can do about that," Melissa continued, "we still have to get you acquainted with some new items in your uniform, Sweetie. May I assume that you'll be up for some playtime, tomorrow?"

She was leaning forward, stroking my breasts, & looking deeply into my eyes. I thought about what I'd just gone through at the hands of this woman. Could I possibly let her have her way with me, sexually? With Rachael joining in? On the other hand, could I go through this again, knowing that by having her 'play with me,' I may avoid a lot of this pain?

"Of course we can play, ma'am!"

There! I'd said it! I was now officially a weak little whore in my own eyes. I couldn't imagine what these two would think of me.

"Great! It's settled, then! Now, let's get you into your new bra!"

I walked to the table, & Rachael presented me with a beautiful lacy garment. As I looked at it, though, it looked strange to me. I finally figured it out. There were holes cut out for my nipples! I would have my nipples sticking out of this thing, & somehow, that seemed even worse than being bare-breasted.

"You'll have to rouge your nipples before you put this on, Sweetie," Melissa told me. "As you can see, it's designed to put them on display, so you'll want them to look their best."

She showed me how to put it on, backwards, "with the cups & straps UP, if you please!" Then, I had to turn it around, & snake it up to my chest, put my arms through the straps, & then had to push & pull my tits in the cups until the nipples lined up right with the holes. It took me some time before I got it just right. I noticed that my skin felt stretched, & it was odd having this extra weight on my chest, but it was less painful than I'd expected. Once I had everything right, it felt good to wear it, because the swaying of my new tits was rather distracting, & very disconcerting, especially since I knew that this was to be my life for the near future. The bra itself seemed to make me sit or stand straighter, pushing my tits out to view. The oddest part at this point came when I looked down into my own cleavage! Reality check! This was surreal!

"I'm working on a corset for you, dear. Until then, this will do, & we have to remember that your tits will be getting a lot bigger over the next few weeks. Don't look so alarmed! It's totally temporary. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about! Speaking of that pretty little head...You need a wig. Rachael? What color, do you think?"

"Platinum!"

"HAHAHAH! That would be for a queer man, Rach! What we have here is a totally feminine slut! Blond, perhaps?"

"Yeah! A blond bimbo," Rachael laughed. I was beginning to dislike her as much as I did Melissa. "A big-titted, round-assed, blond bimbo! Will she be wearing false eyelashes, too?"

"Of course! And full slut makeup, as well. In the meantime, we'll remember to bring that with us, tomorrow. Now, did we bring the shoes, dear?:"

Rachael got a pair of black stiletto heels from a box, & presented them to me.

"Here ya go! You have feet like a sasquatch, babe," Rachael giggled at me.

I took the things, & worked them onto my feet. As I buckled the straps, Rachael added a little padlock onto each shoe, & I saw that there would be no removing this item from my uniform without help.

Rachael then tied my apron around my waist, & bent & kissed my exposed nipples, as her hand ran around gently on my big ass. I shuddered in need, & blushed when I saw Mel watching with a gleam in her eyes.

"Come here, you little slut! I want a taste of those nubbins, too!"

I walked to her, & presented my tits to her. She leaned in & licked each of my nipples, while she reached through my legs to gently manipulate the plug in my ass. My cock was pointing right into her big tits, & I longed to push it in there, but that would get my ass closer to her, where she could really work that plug, so I kept it pushed back away from her body.

"Look at how she pushes her ass out for more attention, Rachael! Oooh, we're going to have such fun tomorrow, Sweetie! I can do things to a girl you've never imagined! Better get lots of sleep tonight! You'll need your rest, because I'm insatiable, once I get started. Hope you like to eat pussy!"

"And ass," Rachael chimed in.

"Keep this nice & lubed up, tonight, Sweetie! I'll want it nice & pliant tomorrow!"

I shuddered as her fingers ran around the edge of the plug.

"Honey, I'm home."

I jumped to hear Charlene's announcement. Mel was still feeling me up, & sucking my nipples, when Charlene walked into the kitchen.

"Well, it looks like you two are hitting it off well! Any trouble today, Mel? Or are you too busy to answer?"

Mel pulled back, grinned at me wolfishly, leaned in & nibbled at my breasts again.

"Let's view the tape, Charlene. I think you'll be surprised." Then she gave 3 very long pumps on the plug in my ass, & I gasped, looking right into her eyes as she said, "This little slut has a lot to learn, & I'm anxious to teach her!"

Betrayed! I knew it! The fucking cow was turning me in, & enjoying it, right after she asked me to join her in lesbian love, & I'd agreed. Would she tell on me for that, too?

I was led into the living room, & made to stand near Charlene. Rachael turned on the tv, & hit a few buttons on a remote. They all started laughing at my little tantrum playing on the set, & Charlene was even groping my ass as she watched. Rachael fast-forwarded through my torturous breast expansion to the end, where Mel & Rachael told me they wanted to play with me. When she heard me agree to it, Charlene grasped my cock.

"Gee! Sweetie's a lesbian? Guess you won't be needing this, then," she laughed, & pumped up the bulb for my ass plug. "Better get used to having your pussy stretched, though!"

At that, all three of them started laughing, & I blushed once more.

"Look at those tits! What was it that guy used to say to me at work? 'If I had tits like those, I'd never have to leave the house!' I like 'em!" With that, Charlene reached out & squeezed my sore tit flesh, gently, before leaning in to nibble & suck at my nipples.

"I'm sure you want to go & play with your new tits, Sweetie," Mel interrupted. "But there are some things you need to do, maintenance, if you will." She giggled.

Rachael put three bottles of lotion on the table.

"These are creams to keep you from getting stretch marks. You should rub it in every 4 hours." Rachael reached back into a box set on the floor next to her chair. She brought out 2 odd-looking devices & placed them on the table. "These are your breast pumps. We got you two, so you could do it more efficiently, using both at once. They'll make your nipples bigger, as well as deliver the milk, you cow."

"Well, I've had quite enough of little miss potty-mouth, Charlie," Mel turned to me. "I"ll be back in the morning to play, Sweetie! Better get your sleep!"

Rachael & Melissa gathered up the table & boxes, & left Charlene & I in the kitchen, alone together.




Sweetie Ch. 02



"I can't believe that you'd just give yourself to her like that! You DO know who PAID for those tits that you're so fond of?"

I nodded my head, not knowing what to say. Did CHARLENE want to play with me, too? Was this all just a set up to further humiliate me?

She stood, circled around me. She stopped right behind me, reached around me to grab my boobs in her hands. She pulled me back into her own breasts, & I noticed just how big my ass had been stretched, as her pelvis came up hard against it. Her breath was hot on my ear when she spoke.

"I DID say that you're here to entertain me & my friends, Sweetie. I was just hoping to spend some quality time with these changes before I whored you out to my friends." She was pinching my nipples in her fingers, pulling them through the holes in my bra. "I want to watch you, tonight, Sweetie. Here, take your breast cream & work it in. Sit on the table."

I sat on the heavy wooden table, & removed my bra. Next, I poured a generous portion of the cream into my palm, & started to rub it on my tits.

"Oh! Damn that looks just like cum, Sweetie! You go, girl!"

I looked down, & sure enough, it looked like I was rubbing a huge cum load into my tits, just like I'd seen in porn a hundred times. I don't know if it was the sight that so turned me on, or her words, but I had a blue-veiner in record time.

"Look at your little clit standing up so proud! Here, Sweetie, take this," I looked up to see her holding an 8 inch dildo out to me. "You need some relief, girl! Let me help you!"

She grabbed the bulb to my butt plug, & twisted a valve. I felt it deflate within me. Then Charlene had me turn around & bend over, so she could remove the thing. I couldn't believe how empty I felt when it slid out of my ass.

"Now stand up & show me that ass, girl, like a stripper, you sexy bitch!"

I didn't even know how to respond to that request. I was a man, dammit!

I gaped at her until she spoke.

"Sweetie! I just came in here & saw you being worked over by the girls! Don't tell me that you're feeling shy, now!"

"Actually, m'lady, I'm quite confused. What is it exactly that you want from me?"

"I want to watch you put this," she grabbed the dildo on the table & shook it at me, "up your pussy. I want to see you move that ass around, like you pushed me to do for so long over the last two years. I want you to feel as debased as I have, so often at your hands. Now, get busy! And remember," she smiled, "I have everything you've done so far on my computer. Do you think the guys at work would like to see you in action? I can release it all on lots of porn sites, too. You could be a star!"

I was nonplussed, to say the least. She had the reins to my life right now. There was nothing I could think of to get out of my present situation. I looked down at my glistening breasts, my hairless body, the shoes on my feet, & I knew I was lost, for the foreseeable future, & could do nothing but that which this woman demanded.

I took the dildo from her hand, & ran it between my breasts. I was not feeling very sexual, at this point, & it showed.

"No, Sweetie. You have to prove to me & the camera that you love this cock. Give it a kiss."

I pursed my lips, & kissed the tip of the rubber thing. Then, keeping in mind what she had said, I licked its length before taking the mushroom head into my lips, & sucked it in deeper.

"Oh, yeah, baby! Work that cock!"

I blushed, & bobbed my head along its length.

"Enough! I want to see that booty at work, bitch! Turn around & show me that ass!"

I spun on my toes & wagged my big bulbous butt at her

"Use that titty cream & lube yourself up, Sweetie," Charlene whispered at me.

I poured a generous helping into my palm. I couldn't believe it was my hand at work, as it reached back & smeared the slippery stuff over my ass crack. I felt the cool slime seep into my skin, & my finger teased my own hole. I was nearly crying when she clapped her hands & told me to use more fingers. I soon had three fingers sliding up into myself as I bobbed my head on that dildo, which I had placed on the table.

"Damn, girl! It looks like you got cum all over your ass! That's so hot," she exclaimed. "Now, lick the base, Sweetie, & stick it onto the stool."

I licked the suction cup base of the thing, & stuck it to the stool by pushing it down firmly. When I released it, it bobbled lewdly at me.

"Now, hook your heels into the bottom rungs of the stool, & lower yourself onto the cock like a good girl, Sweetie."

It amazed me how graphic Charlene could talk, almost as much as it amazed me that she could think in such terms.

I hooked my left heel into the lowest rung on the stool, & swung my right leg over the dildo to hook that heel in place, & I stood there over the thing. I couldn't seem to bring myself to lower my ass onto it.

"Here, Sweetie," Charlene whispered , "I'll help you. I can line it up for you, so all you need to do is sit down."

My legs were shaking badly at this point, after the rigors of the day thus far. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold off the inevitable for long, so when I felt her add some lube to the prong, her hands brushing my thighs as she worked, I started to settle down onto it, as she had ordered. I flinched when I felt it brush my cheeks. She was wiggling it in my crack, lining it up with my already stretched out opening. When she got it just right, she held it fast with one hand, & pushed down on my shoulder with the other, & I felt it enter me with barely any resistance.

"Oh my god, girl! You were SO ready for that!" she laughed.

She let go of the cock, & pushed down on both my shoulders, saying "Oh yeah, baby! Take it! Take it ALL!" as I finally gave up & sat on it.

I felt it slide up into my bowels, & it actually felt kind of nice to be filled up again, after the removal of the plug.

Charlene's hands went straight to my cock, lathering it up with the goo left on her hands.

"Play with yourself, slut, while you bounce on that big dick!"

She grabbed both my hands & pulled them to my crotch, & only let go when I started to grip myself.

"Yeah! Bounce, baby! Make those titties shake for me!"

I shuddered my shoulders, & felt my tits swaying as my hand fairly flew along my own cock. I stood & fell, stood & fell onto that prick in my ass. I was just about to come when it hit me as to what I was doing in this woman's kitchen.

I stood off the cock, which exited with a loud plopping sound, stepped off the stool awkwardly, & fell to the floor in sobs.

"Aw, Sweetie! It's okay," Charlene whispered. She was petting my back as I knelt on the floor weeping.

The next thing I knew, she was working that dildo back into my ass as I cried. She was kissing my back, with one hand snaked down to squeeze my tit as she fucked me with the thing.

"It's just something you have to go through, dear. You take it well. Come on! Get into the spirit of it all with me, Sweetie! You can do this!"

There was a twisted little part inside me that wanted to do it, & she was bringing it out in me. Soon enough, I was pushing back onto her toy, & stroking my cock for all I was worth.

"That's it, Sweetie! Cum for me! Take that cock!"

My breasts were swinging on my chest, & I think that's what did me in. I came in huge bursts, my cum actually spitting onto my breasts at the start, before it spilled onto the floor. I groaned loud & long as my maleness poured from my cock.

Charlene had been really ramming me with that cock at the end, & she held it tight to me ass, as deep as it would go, as the final shudders went through my system. Then, she abruptly let it drop. The suction cup hit the floor, but the head stayed lodged in my worn-out ass, which was starting to burn a little from all the friction,

"I told you your ass was mine," she laughed. "You're such an easy slut! I can't believe how easy this was - to get you to suck & fuck a cock! I'm going to enjoy showing this to Mel & Rachael!"

I hung my head in shame, & she yanked the cock out of my ass.

"Eight o'clock, Sweetie! Time for your first milking!"

I had that deer-in-the-headlights look, again, I'm sure, but Charlene wasn't amused this time.

"Get the hell up, bitch," she ordered in a low voice. "I'm going to show you just one time how to do this. You're expected to do it on your own every two hours from now on, so you'd better pay close attention!"

I groaned as I clawed my way into a standing position, & she indicated that I needed to sit at the table. Before I could sit, though, she picked up that damned dildo, & stuck it onto the chair I was to sit at. I lowered myself back onto the rubber cock. It felt like a log in my bowels.

"I like how your tits sit at just the perfect height for this," Charlene raved.

She handed me a breast pump. She showed me how to attach it to my breast, & I thrilled to the feeling as the thing hummed. I put the other one on, & she poured us each a glass of wine as the little machines worked on my nipples.

At the end of a half hour, & two glasses of wine, Charlene allowed me to remove the little suckers from my boobs. I gasped when I saw my nipples. They were at least twice the size they'd been when they were put in there!

"Oh, now that looks nicer, doesn't it? A few months with these, & you'll look great in a tight sweater, babe!"

I nodded my head. I couldn't talk. I had some strong emotions warring within me. I hated this, but it felt really good. What was she doing to me?

"Now, you'll have to set your alarm to get this done, but you must do this every two hours. Do NOT forget! You have to pump them for a half hour, so you'll only get an hour & a half between 'feedings.' I'm sure that you can fit this into your busy schedule." She laughed at me, then, & my hatred welled up within, threatening to have me do her harm.

She must have seen my muscles flex, or some other warning sign.

"Sweetie, you're on cam every second in my house. Just so you know, the images are sent off-site. So don't get any ideas about skimping on your duties, or hurting anyone in my home. There are records out there."

"I thought you weren't going to expose me during all of this!" I panicked.

"Sweetie, when a lady takes a man into her house, & has had as many problems as I've had with that man, certain steps must be taken to assure her safety." She smiled at me, then. "Besides, it was all covered in your contract. I guess you must have missed that part, huh?"

Charlene went into the living room to watch tv as I stood up slowly off the dildo.

"Put that plug back in, Sweetie! We can't have your ass closing up on you. You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow!" She chuckled as I swore inwardly.

I replaced the plug, & pumped it up until I couldn't stand it any more. I donned my bra & apron, removed the breast pumps from the table, rinsed them & returned them to their boxes, & began to make dinner for us both. 

Dinner consisted of light fare - a salad with pre-cooked chicken strips, & more wine.

"That was lovely, Sweetie! Oh! I almost forgot! I have a present for you!"

She seemed to actually enjoy it as she handed me a few packages of stockings. I gaped at her, then at them. She unlocked the shoes on my feet, & sat there on her heels smiling at me.

"I don't know how to put them on," I admitted wearily.

"Oh, Sweetie! Come here. I'll help you!:"

She showed me how to roll them up, then unroll them on my legs so as not to get a run in them. Then I had to replace my heels, which she locked on again, & model the stay-ups for her.

"The others are not stay-ups, love. You'll need to wear them when you get your corset. I can't wait to see you in that! You're going to be so hot!"

She tweaked my nipple through my bra again, & I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. I hadn't had this much sex in a long while, & yes, I know - it was only once, & it was just me jerking off while she fucked me in the ass. Still, it was nice to have even that contact with another person, on some level. Plus, it had been pretty damned intense!

By ten o'clock, I was dying for sleep, but I had to use those breast pumps again. She sat with me again, & we shared more wine. Then it was time for me to retire, but I had to wait until I was dismissed.

"Better get to bed, Sweetie. Don't forget to set your alarm. I'd hate to have to punish you."

"Yes, ma'am."

I set my alarm for midnight after Charlene had removed the locks on my shoes. She kissed my nipples before going off to her room.

As I slid into bed, I noticed my breasts yet again. When I lay on my side, they actually fell together in a clump. I wasn't used to this warmth, this extra flesh. It was very difficult to get to sleep, as they kept reminding me of their new size & shape.

The alarm! I was so fuzzy that I forgot what was going on until I had rushed into the bathroom to jump in the shower. I couldn't have gotten more than a few minutes' sleep. My breasts reminded me of what had to be done, when they swayed as I moved.

I went to the kitchen & got my pumps, & sat at the table before realizing that I'd forgotten to take out the butt plug when I'd retired. I was too tired to take it out, now, & sat there for a half hour as they worked on my little nubbins. When the timer went off, I took them with me upstairs, where I removed that plug and collapsed into bed, after setting the clock for two.

Two o'clock came all too soon, & I just got the pumps & placed them on my nipples, & went back to sleep with them humming happily along.

At four thirty, I awoke to severe pain in my tits. I shut the damned things off, cursing my stupidity for forgetting to set the alarm, forgetting to remove them in time, forgetting what I was supposed to be doing. I set the clock for 5, & tried to get another short doze in before I had to get on with my day. I noticed that there were blisters on my nipples. There would be no hiding what happened, if what she said about the cameras were true.



Sweetie Ch. 03



At five, I rushed once more to get myself & m'lady's breakfast in order. I was knocking at her door at precisely 6:02, & thought I'd done a pretty good job of it all.

"Go pump your breasts, Sweetie, & come back for me at 6:30."

"But. ma'am. your breakfast will be cold!"

"Go!"

I went to my room & put the machines back in place. The next 30 minutes were pure agony, but I somehow survived it.

She was bare-breasted again, & I was looking at them rather than into her eyes.

"I'm up here, Sweetie! Damn, girl! Don't you ever get enough tit action?"

At that, she looked at my nipples, which were peeking through the bra.

"Oh, dear! What have you done to yourself?"

"I'm so sorry," I sobbed. "I fell asleep with them on."

"Ouch! I'll bet that hurts quite a bit! Oh well. I assume you'll know better next time, eh?"

"Yes ma'am! I'm sorry!"

"Not as sorry as you'll be when the girls get here, I imagine," she laughed as she locked my heels into place on my feet.

"Do I have to do these things. m'lady? Today?"

"What's so special about today? You got sore tits? Happens to us all the time, Sweetie. Get used to it!:"

I went on with my duties as she left for work. Melissa was there promptly at 8, & she laughed at my swollen blistered nipples.

"Okay, so I guess you learned a valuable lesson today, didn't you? No more of that for 3 days, then we'll see how well this cream works, as you heal."

I poured her coffee, & she told me that Rachael would be there later, but we could still 'play.'

"Come here, Sweetie."

I stood before her as her hands swept all over my exposed skin. She pumped on my plug until I gasped in pain, & nearly doubled over.

"Crawl under the table, dear, & give me a kissssss," Melissa hissed at me.

Feeling like a two-bit whore, I got on my knees & sought out her pussy in the dark, between her thick thighs. I licked & rubbed my face in her juices, as she sighed. This went on for a good 30 minutes, until she started to spasm in her chair, gripping my head & forcing my face further in her depths.

Then the plug in my ass came alive again. Someone was pumping it up even more. I pressed my face even harder to Mel's pussy, trying to escape the cramping pain within, when I felt a slap on my ass.

"Enough," Mel announced, pushing my head away. "That was nice, but you need to use your tongue more, slut!"

I looked to my left to see another pair of feet in heels. As I crawled out from under the table, Rachael's eyes met mine, & she looked pissed off.

"My turn," she announced. She pushed her panties to the floor, & stepped out of them. Then, she bent over the table, & pulled up her skirt.

"Kiss my ass, Sweetie," she ordered.

I placed my hands on her hips, & leaned in to begin licking along her cleft. I licked my way on down, down, down, until I made contact with her sphincter. It opened right up to my tongue, & I fucked her with it for awhile, as she cooed & sighed.

My hands started to wander at one point, but she told me to keep them right where they were, & to keep using my tongue on her hole.

My neck & my tongue were just about worn out by this point, & she finally pushed back one final time, then pushed my head away & dropped her skirt into place. I sat back on my heels, waiting for their next order.

Glancing over, I gasped at Melissa's image. She had stripped off her blouse, bra, & skirt, & was standing there with a huge strapon cock waving at my face. The view of her tits against the 9 incher she waved at me was completely disorienting, & after a long night with little sleep, I don't know what came over me, but I simply opened my mouth when she stepped forward, & enveloped her appendage in my pursed lips as if I'd done it all my life. She pumped into my face for a few minutes, then ordered me to bend over the table like Rachael had done.

I winced when my sore tits hit the cool table, but they made me stay there for a bit. Rachael pulled my emptied plug from my ass, & plunged four lubed fingers into me to the hilt in one swift push. I gasped, then relaxed into the situation as she nearly fisted my ass. I was getting used to it, though I was a little sore after yesterday's exertions.

"Move," Melissa told Rachael. She was moving into place behind me, & I wearily expected a rough ride from this mean lesbian, but I was too broken to fight her.

The tip of the toy touched my hole, then eased in nice & slow. She was teasing me! I wasn't going to answer her teasing, though. I just stood there impassively as she worked my hole with the tip of her big cock. She turned it this way & that, slid it up & down my crack, then back into me, constantly moving, teasing me, & it was feeling really good. Then, I felt something I never would have expected. Rachael must have crawled under the table, & was gobbling my entire 7 inch cock into her mouth! I was so surprised that I pulled away from her at first, which only served to impale my ass onto Mel's big prick. Once she felt me moving onto her length, Mel went crazy on my ass, fucking me like I've never had the nerve to do to anyone. She really fucked me! She gripped my hips in an iron clasp & RAMMED it to me, over & over, as Rachael kept her tongue working on my cock, bobbing her head up & down my hardness.

"Ooooh, GOD," I cried.

"Say it!" Mel yelled out.

"Say what?"

"Beg me to fuck you! Say it! I can do this all day long, slut, so you'd better say it!"

"Oh my god! NO!"

"Yesssss," she hissed, & if it were possible, she was pounding my ass even harder.

Rachael was sucking like a well pump on my member, & I knew I wouldn't last long.

"Fuck me," I whimpered.

"What? I can't hear you, slut!"

"Fuck me." Slightly louder this time.

"LOUDER! Beg me for my cock!"

I was so close I couldn't stop myself if I tried.

"Fuck me! Suck me! Fuck me ASS! YES! FUCK ME HARDER! I'm gonna CUM!"

Mel slammed into me once again, &, like Charlene the night before, held me there by my sore tits as I pumped my seed into Rachael's mouth, with that huge cock buried as deep as it would go into my ass.

But they didn't stop just because I was finished. Rachael kept sucking on my tender member, & Mel started pumping me yet again. I squealed, trying to pull out of Rachael's sucking lips, but Mel held me fast in place, & I had to endure as they continued their double assault on my poor abused body.

"No! Take it out! Stop! It HURTS!"

"I haven't cum yet, Sweetie," Mel whispered into my ear as she continued pounding my back door. "This isn't for YOU, you know! And Rachael really likes to suck dick, don't you, Rachael?"

"Yes, Mel! This is a nice one, too." And she went back on it, sucking it hard & deep.

As her tongue danced on it, my cock grew hard again, but it wasn't nearly as pleasurable as I would have thought, since it was still in that over-tenderized zone, right after I come.

"It takes me awhile the second time," Mel mused as she kept at her relentless pounding of my backside. "But it's worth it in the end, Sweetie!"

Rachael was tonguing my balls, & I relished the respite from the head of my cock for a moment. My tits were crushed in Mel's hands, & I could feel hers on my back, so soft & warm & yielding. I imagined I could feel her nipples grazing me, too, but she was pressed up tight against me as she worked my ass over a second time.

Rachael went back to my cock, & I began to moan in pleasurable sensations I'd never dreamed of, between these two demanding women.

"Say it!" Mel yelled again, & I needed no more prompting as I begged her to fuck my ass in no uncertain terms.

She gripped my tits so hard they hurt, but I loved it as she pumped my ass so full, so fast, so joyfully. She was really hot up against my back, & I could feel the sweat between us as we slid together. Rachael was throating my cock, something that I had never before experienced, & I shot a volley of cum in there as Mel screamed her way through an intense orgasm.

My face was on the table, yet I was still whispering "fuck me!" over & over, as Rachael slipped her lips off my spent cock, & Mel gently pulled the log from my tensing, spasming asshole.

"Can do," Mel said. "Your turn, Rach!" 

Mel pulled the dildo off of her strapon. Her cock slammed onto the table right in front of my face, making me jump as it startled me.

I blinked my eyes, & looked over my shoulder to see Rachael lifting up her skirt. What I saw there made me gasp yet again, in spite of my worn out state. There, jutting between her thighs, was the thickest cock I'd ever seen anywhere, on-screen or off, & I'd seen a lot of porn.

It had to be 2 1/4 inches thick, though it was barely longer than my own. She slathered some lube on it, while looking me in the eye with an evil gleam in her own.

She stepped up & began pressing it in. I liked the spongy feel of the head at my passage, but as it pressed further in, I wondered how I could possibly take that monster. Suddenly, it popped through my tensed portal, & I groaned in pain as it wormed its way into my depths.

"Oh my god it's too big," I exclaimed. "PLEASE TAKE IT OUT IT HURTS!"

"Nonsense," Mel whispered in my ear. "You'll take it, & more, a LOT more. Just relax & enjoy the ride, Sweetie!"

The pain eased as she continued to pump that monster into me, but it didn't ever quite go away. I was beginning to thrill to it all, though - this hot-looking woman with a cock fucking me senseless, while another with some huge jugs looked on & encouraged us both. Before long, I was begging her just like I had Mel, & she was delivering with a passion I'd never seen in her to date. Mel was jerking my cock, & Rachael was holding my tits in a vice. I could feel her balls slam up against my own with every thrust, & even that was exciting. I was coming, begging for her cock, pushing back on it, tears streaming down my face as Mel wanked the last few drops of semen from my limp member. As she filled me with her sperm, Rachael pressed in hardest of all, & I could feel her pubic hair scratching at my crack as she leaned forward & pressed her tits into my back. She held there until her cock went limp in me, &, on some level, I wanted to thank her for that. It felt good to have it shrinking inside me. Then my clenching hole spat her cock out, & I felt her shudder on my back as the tender head popped out of me.

Then, suddenly, the girls were all business. They told me that my demeanor was too "butch," & that I really needed some feminine training.

They had me walk in the heels, stand, sit, turn in a chair, bend over to pick up a dildo, & they were very strict about my motions. If I were exposing too much, they slapped my ass (which was what was usually exposed). If I were too masculine in a motion, they belittled me & told me that I'd never pass like that, & I'd need to, soon, so I'd best get it together, They worked on my voice, my hand gestures, everything I could have thought of, to make me appear more like a real woman.

Finally came the lessons on make up & hair, as they brought out my wig. I almost had it after two or more hours. The false eyelashes were the hardest part to get used to. I felt like I had two huge butterflies glued to my eyelids.

Then Charlene came home, & I went to fix dinner for everyone.

After dinner, I was spent. It had been a hard day, but once Mel & Rachael had left, I 'entertained' Charlene by modeling myself for her again as she groped me like a stripper. It was something I found myself actually enjoying, on some level.

Then it was off to bed, after removing the make up & eyelashes & the butt plug.



Sweetie Ch. 04



I awoke early. I went through my new morning rituals with ease, & made a good breakfast for m'lady. I knocked & entered, yet still found my eyes drawn to Charlene's breasts.

To my amazement, she grabbed them & held them out to me.

"Kiss them, Sweetie," she ordered.

I leaned in & did just that, as she nibbled her toast & giggled at my attempts to stay out of her way.

"Go put on your make up, you fucking lesbo slut. The girls won't be here, today, but there may be a delivery that you need to sign for."

I gasped at this, wondering how I was going to have to present myself to some sweaty deliveryman.

I left her with my locks on my shoes, & returned to my room to apply my make up, where I think I did a passable job.

Before leaving for work, Charlene presented me with a curious open-backed black leather skirt. It had buckles & straps at the hemline, so that it looked, from the front, like a pencil-thin skirt, but my ass was totally open to view.

Then, she showed me a little light jacket in the foyer closet, that I could throw on before answering the door, to hide my bare nipples poking out of my bra.

"Wouldn't want you to get raped this early in your employment," she joked. "You can only wear this to answer the door, Sweetie. Remember the cameras. I'll know if you wear anything you're not allowed to."

I didn't think the reference to rape was a very funny remark, but I kept my lips sealed on the subject.

I did my morning chores, & was roaming the house looking to find something else to do when the doorbell rang.

I flushed immediately from head to toe. I tip-toed to the door, grabbing the jacket from the closet on the way. I pulled it on, only to discover that it wouldn't completely close! My cleavage would be on display in spite of the thing. I sighed, & pulled open the door.

There. on the porch, was a cute little delivery woman. She was a dirty blond, holding a clipboard for me to sign.

"I think this is pretty big," she said, looking me up & down. "Hold on. I'll be right back with it."

She went into her truck, & rummaged around, before appearing at the side door of her truck with a rather large box on a hand truck. She eased it to the ground, saying that it was heavy. Then she rolled it to the porch, as I stood there trying not to let her see my back side, while keeping the jacket semi-closed.

She rolled it to the door, & paused, waiting for me to move out of her way.

I almost told her to leave it on the porch, but something made me step back, as she pulled it into the foyer.

"Where would you like me to put it?"

"Er...um...just there's fine, I think."

"You sure? I don't mind, & it doesn't look like your footwear is designed for heavy work, if you don't mind me saying so."

I looked down & blushed as I realized that she was looking at the locks on my high heels.

"Do you have something for me to sign?"

"Why, yes I do," she beamed at me. She knew I was a man. She had to, just from my height! Yet she gave me no indication that anything was out of the ordinary.

She handed me the clipboard, & I signed it with my own name, 'Doug Mills,' without even thinking about it.

She looked at my signature for long & long, before, with a twinkle in her eye, she thanked me & asked where I'd gotten the shoes, as if I were some bimbo housewife who would stand there & chat with her, instead of getting rid of her before she saw my ass or my nipples sticking out.

"I don't know," I answered uncertainly. "My friend got them for me."

"She must be some friend! They're gorgeous! Nice skirt, too!"

I was trying to usher her to the door, actually gesturing with my hand, but she just stood there grinning at me.

"I'm Kathy, with a 'K'," she said, holding out her hand.

I sighed. "Just call me Sweetie," as I blushed, shaking her hand.

"I know. Charlene & I are best friends. I couldn't believe it when she told me about you! Well, I better get back to work. But first," she paused & waggled her eyebrows comically at me, "turn around & show me the back of that skirt, Sweetie, & take off that jacket, too!"

I gawked at her. Then slowly removed the jacket, & turned myself around to show her my ass, which she fondled before heading for the door.

"Nice ass, Sweetie! Nice tits, too! You better take better care of those nips, though," & with another giggle at my expense, she was out the door.

Just as I started to relax, there came another knock, causing me to jump.

I peeked out to see Kathy back, with yet another couple of boxes.

"Almost forgot, Sweetie! This one goes with the Sybian, & this one's for you to open right now in front of me."

She stood, grinning at me, as I took the two boxes. I spun on my toes to place the one box with the huge crate, then turned back to her to open the other. She offered a pocket knife to help me cut the strapping.

Inside, I found a rather heavy foundation garment of some sort, in white satin.

"Ooooh! It's a corset! Would you like me to help you put it on?"

Blushing furiously, I merely nodded my head, not knowing what else would be expected of me by this little woman.

Kathy had me turn, as she wrapped the thing around my waist. There were little buckles on it, a several long strings. She buckled the thing, then began to pull at the strings, pulling my waist in tighter & tighter until I could barely breathe. Tying them off, she reached around & tweaked my firey nipples, & I gasped in pain as I pushed my enlarged ass into her crotch.

"I have some time, Sweetie. I think I'll take my lunch, now. Can you think of a way you could entertain me?"

As I looked at her, I saw she had pulled a rather large strap on from the box that had had my corset in it. This one, though, had a little bulbous end, that presumably would go into her pussy, to give her pleasure as she fucked me.

I obediently leaned over the kitchen table, unbuckled the hem of my skirt, & spread my legs to give her access to my ass. Kathy handed me a tube of lubricant, & watched as I deflated & removed my butt plug. I greased up my own ass, blushing all the while. This was the type of woman I preferred, physically, & it completely shamed me to have her see me in such straits. It excited me to see her don the strap on, though, as she slightly winced as the bulb end settled into her pussy. Then, she stood & wagged it at me, sighing at some sensation she felt in its movement.

Soon enough, there was that familiar prodding at my asshole. I found myself warming up to it, though, & actually pushed myself back onto her toy, which seemed to fill her with glee.

"Wow! She really has you trained well, doesn't she? Or have you always been an ass girl?"

I couldn't look her in the eye, just mumbled something about Charlene's training methods, & sighed as Kathy fucked me hard & fast. She seemed to love fucking me, & came at least three times, pounding away at my backside with abandon. Then, pulling the rod out of my worn hole, she sat in a chair at the table, & pulled off her blouse & brazziere.

"I want you to cum on my tits & lick it off, Sweetie! It's the perfect ending for something like we just shared, don't you think?"

I nodded my flushed face at her, & pulled off my skirt completely. As I gripped my cock, & began to stroke it, Kathy ran her hands over my tits, careful to avoid the blistered nipples. She leaned in & took my cock head in her mouth. No sooner did I feel her tongue on my cock, than I began to feel the urge to cum. As she heard my breathing come faster, Kathy's grip on my tits became more intense, & it pushed me over the edge. I spurted quite a bit onto her beautiful pink-tipped breasts, groaning.

"That was beautiful," she said to me. "Nothing I like better than a nice hot load on the tits. Do you like that, too?" She was back at my breasts again, stroking them oh so gently.

"Um...I never had the pleasure," was the most ladylike response I could think of under the circumstances.

"Oh! Well, I'm sure you will, love. Now, how about you get in there & lick it all up for me so I can get back to work?"

I tilted my head, & began to clean up my little mess, but she was having none of that. She grabbed my head, & rubbed my entire face in my own goo. Then she waited patiently as I finished licking & sucking up the load.

"Nice job, Sweetie. Charlene wanted me to tell you to not wash your face, just to let it dry there. Have a nice day, Sweetie!" With that, she leaned in & placed a little peck on my sore nipples, & skipped out the door.

The phone rang. The machine's message scrolled by, & then I heard Charlene telling me to pick it up.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"I saw what you did with that driver, Sweetie," she said. "I have it right here in my phone. That was HOT, girl! Does it feel like it's tightening on your face when it dries?"

"Yeah. I was just noticing that."

"You'll get used to it. There's gonna be a LOT of cum on your face & titties, Sweetie-pie!"

"Er...thank you, ma'am," I said, sarcastically as I could manage.

"I knew you'd like it. Did you look in the box, yet?"

"Not the big one."

"Open it," Charlene said, "& find the two biggest toys in the box. I want to see them in your ass when I get home, so you might want to practice a bit before I get there."

"Yes, m'lady."

"Good girl! See you around 6!"

I stood there, my own cum drying on my face, looking at this huge box, & wondering what the fuck I was supposed to do with it. I gasped when I opened it, after seeing the two humongous dongs she said she wanted to see in me by the end of the night. I figured I'd better get busy, because it looked like this was going to take all day.

There was a curious machine in there that took up most of the space in the box. It was like a barrel that had been sawed in half, lengthwise. I'd seen these things on line at some porn sites. The dildo would stick out a hole in the top, & the woman would ride it like a horse as the machine fucked her pussy, The women all seemed to really like it.

I had to take a break to apply that cream to my breasts & ass, before I dragged the machine into the living room, near a receptacle, so it could be plugged in. Then I looked again at the two dildos Charlene wanted to use on me.

The first was tapered, but very long. I guessed it to be about 11 inches in length, & rather fat at the base, at around two inches across, while the head was about one inch. It certainly dwarfed my own cock's dimensions.

The second looked as if it were an expanded version of Rachael's cock. Taking this would be like inserting a baseball bat in my ass! I shuddered as I held it, thinking about what this would feel like rummaging around inside me.

I went to my room, & took out the 8 incher that Charlene had used on me before. I brought the bar stool out to the living room, where I stuck the wiggly cock onto it, & sat down gently on it as I turned on the tv. I rose & fell on that thing for a good 20 minutes, before I rose off it to try out the tapered one.

Thankful that I'd been cleaning out my butt, I slipped the thing into my stretched out hole, to find that it almost fell into me effortlessly. I pushed it deeper. It felt amazing in my depths! My cock rose, & I remembered the cameras as I plunged it in & out of my ass. I gave Charlene a good show, until I finally had it balls deep inside.

Feeling an odd sensation of accomplishment, I pulled it out of my used ass. I washed all the toys off, & rubbed more cream into my breasts & ass, & replaced that ever-present butt plug, before going to work on Charlene's laundry. I practiced my 'woman's walk' a bit, & worked on some make up, like I'd been told to do, & before I knew it, it was 6 PM, & time to start dinner.

I had had the forethought to thaw some steaks for dinner, & found a cook book to figure out what to do with artichokes, which I had found in the crisper drawer. I had them steaming when Charlene walked in the door.

"Honey, I'm home!"

I actually liked that phrase, on some level. I smiled & tried to hurry dinner along.

Charlene walked into the kitchen & grabbed the 8 inch dildo with the suction cup. She stuck it onto my chair, & went off upstairs to change.

I looked at the cock sitting there, waving gently from side to side. My guts churned as I thought of how I'd have to sit there, acting as if it were perfectly normal behavior, as I ate my dinner. My life had certainly gone through some major changes in so few days! I ran my hands over my breasts, my ass, marveling at my new shape.

The steaks were done. I took them out of the broiler, & turned my attentions to the artichokes & baked potatoes, as Charlene re-entered the kitchen. She was wearing jeans & a flannel shirt, not anything I'd have expected her to wear after spending a whole day in those very clothes at work.

Not knowing what she preferred, I'd provided both melted butter & mayonnaise to dip her artichoke leaves in. The plates looked good, & I was proud of making this fine meal.

"I like the corset. It pushes your tits out farther, & emphasizes your ass."

"Thank you, m'lady," I curtsied, the bulb from the butt plug was waving between my thighs, I still found it within myself to find that embarrassing, somehow.

Charlene came to me & gripped my breasts, looking at my exposed nipples.

"Looks like they're healing nicely, Sweetie," she said. "You'll need to get back on your breast pumps, soon. I expect my cow to provide me with milk for my morning coffee."

I was blushing again, but managed a stammered "Yes, m'lady," before I put the plates on the table.

Charlene made me bend in front of her, deflate & remove my butt plug, before allowing me to settle my ass onto the waiting dildo to eat my supper. My mind was in a frenzy, as it processed how I was always on such intimate display to everyone, lately, & it was difficult to bend at all with that damned corset cutting into my body.

I sat, & discovered at the first bite, that I wouldn't be able to eat much food with this tight garment holding my flesh in such an iron grip. I ate very small bites, & managed to eat about half the steak, half the potato, & even less of the artichoke, before I could eat no more.

Charlene, however, dove in to her dinner with a passion, & complimented me on such a fine meal.

With this cock in my ass, I noticed that I seemed to grip it with her every compliment. The realization made me blush. It seemed like I was getting into this new feminine lifestyle much more than I'd expected myself to. Was I actually trying to give that cock pleasure, in return for her compliments? Or was I trying to remind myself that I was only here to perform, & my body was working on performing well all on its own? Was I just being a 'good girl,' so that I could get this over with with as little hassle as possible? Was I hoping for a reprieve? Or...& this bothered me deeply...was I starting to enjoy all of this attention?

"Have some more wine, dear," Charlene ordered, pouring a generous glass for me.

My mind was all over the place. I knew that this woman hated me to my core, yet here I was, showing her my ass, filling it for her willingly, letting her grope me, being exposed, exposed & exposed some more to people I'd never met, all of whom were using my body for various reasons. Was I really this easy to change? Was I always such a sissy?

"Come on, Sweetie," she said, standing up. "Time to see you in action again. I want to watch some tv before bed."

I slipped my greasy ass up that pole, carefully, & tip-toed in my heels to the living room, where I saw that Charlene had attached the tapered dildo to the Sybian.

"That will be your seat, Sweetie," Charlene said, indicating the machine. She sat in the recliner next to it, & held the wired remote.

Blushing furiously again, I straddled the barrel in as ladylike fashion as I could accomplish. I eased my poor abused sphincter over the tip of the tapered cock, & could barely feel the thing enter me, I seemed to be so stretched out. Charlene pressed a button, & I felt it slowly rise up within me, widening as it slid up into my depths.

I heard a low moan before I knew it came from my throat.

"Feels like coming home, doesn't it, Sweetie?"

"Ma'am?"

"I can tell that you really like this - getting fucked in your ass so much. Have you always been like this, Sweetie?"

The dildo was moving now, in & out. Shallow penetrations followed by much deeper thrusts into my bottom.

"I've never felt anything like this before, m'lady." I responded. I was panting as the thing stretched my innards, almost swooning at the sensations of being so filled up, so fucked, at the hands of this woman.

"You took to it like a duck to water, girl!

Then the tv came on, & I was treated to a vision of myself being fucked by Rachael's huge cock as I was bent over the kitchen table, with Mel's glistening cock lying next to my face.

My eyes were glued to the screen, as Charlene stood & then straddled the Sybian behind me. I felt her hands snake around to cup my breasts, & her crotch pressed up against my bare skin as the cock in my ass began to move faster. She chuckled in my ear, & pressed another button on the remote, & I gasped as the cock began to vibrate & twist as it rooted & plunged inside me.

"You're such a slut!" She laughed as I began to wiggle my ass on the machine. "You were born for this! Take it! HAH!"

I was helpless. It felt so good, yet was so humiliating. My body rose & fell on its own accord. I had no control. My mind was elsewhere. My whole world was that cock in my ass. I could think of nothing else at this point. The humiliation was suddenly gone from my mind as I found myself chanting "Fuck me," over & over, while Charlene's hands gripped my tits, & the rough denim of her jeans pressed against my tailbone.

Charlene was taking off my bra. My tits were shaking on my chest as I rose & fell. I was so close, I could imagine cumming just like this, when suddenly, the cock pulled out of my ass, disappearing into the machine.

"Nnnnoooo," I howled in my need. My ass was still bouncing, trying to find that glorious invader, but to no avail.

Charlene's grip on my breasts tightened.

"Time to step up to the other one, Sweetie," she whispered in my ear.

She pushed me to the floor, where I swayed on my hands & knees, my ass still pointed at her in hopes she'd take mercy on me & fill me yet again. I was panting there as she popped the dildo off the stem of the Sybian, & plunged it full-length into my greedy ass, & I sighed in pleasure.

Placing the monster-sized appendage to the machine, Charlene told me to climb back on, as it disappeared into the barrel. She pulled the cock out of my ass as I backed myself up onto my perch, straddling the implement of my destruction.

I felt it vibrate a bit, then the huge head touched my ass. I found myself actually pressing down, trying to feel more of the thing. Charlene chuckled again, & pressed her remote. I felt it spreading me, relentlessly pushing up into me. I winced as it split my passage wider, harder, until it popped into my waiting ass.

"Oh my god," I groaned. "Go slow!"

Charlene's hand was on my cock, now, softly stroking me, as the thick latex slowly forced its way into me. I was slick with sweat. The cock in my ass was slick with lubricant. It was amazing how easily that invading force wended its way into my willing flesh. It was even more amazing that I found my flesh to be so willing, yet I longed for it to hit bottom in my bottom. My ass seemed to move on its own again, wagging from side to side to ease the penetration.

Then, after what seemed a millennium, I felt the huge balls of the thing pressed against me. It pulled back, just a little, & pressed forward again. The action repeated, each time it pulled back a tiny bit further, but it always plunged in full depth.




Sweetie Ch. 04



I reached back & grabbed her hips, as her hands returned to my tits, squeezing them hard, pressing them together. Her hands were covered in lube, & they slid over my tits, as they pulled them away from my chest. The cock in my ass was moving faster now, & my brain reeled as I rose & fell in waves on that insatiable machine.

I was cumming on that cock before I knew what was happening, slamming myself down onto it, screaming for her to fuck me harder. The cock was like a living thing, now, until it suddenly started vibrating violently within me. I shrieked in untold pleasure, my sperm pouring out of my cock instead of spurting. My shoulders shuddered, making my tits wiggle on my chest, which only served to make me cum that much harder.

Finally, all actions slowed to a stop, with that huge member buried as deeply in my ass as it would go. I was stuck there, shuddering in aftershocks, unable to move, as Charlene's hands stroked my tits, my belly.

"Nice one, Sweetie," She whispered in my ear. The warmth of her breath gave me goose flesh. "You just had a vaginal orgasm! No one touched your clit. Look at the mess you made!"

I looked down to see a huge puddle of my cum on the barrel, dripping down the side of the Sybian.

"Get off, now," I was told. "You have to clean up your mess, Sweetie!"

It took me a full two minutes to extricate myself from that gargantuan cock, that Charlene had so thoughtfully left standing up out of the machine in its full glory. Once I made it onto my knees, I turned & went to stand to get a towel.

"No, Sweetie," she said. "I want you to lick it off."

My eyes went to the cum, then to Charlene's eyes. I saw that she was smiling, but not in an evil way, & I was soon licking up my own cum from the plastic, as her hands roamed over my ass.

I felt cool air inside as Charlene said, "Sweetie! you're still wide open! Wow! I've never seen anything like this before!"

She was running her finger around my open hole, & it felt so nice that I forced myself not to clench, allowing her this pleasure, as she dipped it in & felt around.

"Does that feel good, Sweetie?"

I groaned & nodded my head.

"But it's a little sore, m'lady," I added.

"I'll bet it is," she laughed.

Then, with a sudden slap to my ass, she told me to clean everything up & get ready for bed.

After tending to the toys & the machine, I rubbed the creams into my tits & ass. My legs were so weak I could barely walk in my heels up the stairs.

Charlene called me into her room. When I entered, she was lying on her bed, stark naked, on her back, with her legs spread. I noticed her juices were flowing freely.

"Come give us a kiss," she whispered.

I climbed up onto her bed, & began to lick up her thighs, but she was impatient, grabbing my head & forcing it between her legs. I simply sucked on her clit, bobbing my head like it was a cock, until she came. Then I licked her fluids from her folds very gently, until she seemed satisfied.

Charlene then sat up, & had me turn so that she could untie the ties on my corset. After removing it, & the locks on my shoes, she told me that I could sleep with her this night.

"But I may want to see you take that big dick, again, before the night's over," she warned.

"I don't think I could do that again, so soon," I whispered pleadingly.

"Maybe you're right, Sweetie. Later, then," & with that, she turned off the light, & curled herself around me.

Exhausted, I fell asleep with her hands cupping my breasts, with her spooning me from behind.

The next day would be Saturday. I had no idea what was supposed to happen on the weekends, but she held me there, so I couldn't set my alarm. Eventually, I nodded off.



Sweetie Ch. 05



Charlene awoke before I did, & she woke me with a pinch to my nipples which brought me thrashing awake.

"Easy, girl," she chided. "Good morning, Sweetie!"

"Um...hi," I blushed.

"Go get yourself ready for the day. I think I want some oatmeal, today, Sweetie."

"Yes, ma'am."

I went to my shower, washed the dried cum off my face, gave myself an enema, & was drying off, when Charlene entered the room.

:Why is the toilet seat up, Sweetie?"

"I...er...pee in there, ma'am," I replied.

"No no no! A girl always pees sitting down, Sweetie! Damn, girl! Do I have to teach you everything? If I see this seat up again, I'm going to add this to your uniform," she said, holding up a little plastic thing.

"What is that, m'lady?"

"It's a nasty little chastity device. It's designed to hold your clit down, so that it can't get hard," she grinned. "It also makes you sit down to pee. Would you like to try it on?"

"No, thank you. I'll remember in the future, ma'am."

"See that you do! Now, what should we do today? I know," she snapped her fingers. "I'll invite Kathy over for lunch! Maybe she'd like to see you ride the Sybian."

"Please, ma'am! I'm still sore from yesterday..."

"Well, I'm sure we'll think of something to do together. Maybe Melissa has your new uniform ready. I'll call her."

She left me there, naked. I finished drying, put the toilet lid down, & went to find my bra & corset in her room. They weren't there. I found my heels, though, & locked them in place, after I donned my stockings. 

I went to the kitchen to find Charlene on the phone, & started making oatmeal for our breakfast.

"Oh really?" I overheard her say. "And what will you do, then? That's a pretty good idea! Okay, I'll see you later!"

She hung up the phone. & turned to me.

"It seems that you really got Rachael all wound up! She went off on Mel last night about you. Mel says she's jealous! You must have really eaten her pussy well the other day, Sweetie!"

"Just trying to do a good job, ma'am." I replied, trying to suppress a smile.

"Uh huh! Well, Mel's had this problem with her before. In fact, that's why Rachael looks like she does. Mel had had enough, & put the screws to her to put her in her place. Rachael has this really strong homophobia. I think that you're going to be off the hook, today, while Rachael's on it!"

That bit of news certainly brightened my outlook for the day. I nearly hummed as I fixed breakfast, I was so happy.

We worked on my demeanor for awhile, until Charlene was satisfied at my posture & movements. Then I had to don that damned hot wig, & apply make up, before she'd let me get dressed.

"I love to see you traipsing around with your titties sticking out. Sweetie." she teased me, making me blush.

She was downright kind to me that morning, helping me with my corset after rubbing the creams into my tits & ass. I was told to leave off the bra, because she wanted to see my tits all day, sitting there on the shelf created by the corset. She even left out my butt plug, to my joy, though she did dip four fingers into my ass as she rubbed the cream into my skin. I didn't mind that, though, It felt kind of good. I was also allowed to forgo the open-assed skirt, & though I was exposed all morning, it didn't seem to matter, since it was just we two.

My little pink apron was replaced with an identical yellow one, which seemed even more transparent, if that were possible, & I was happily tip-toeing around in my heels as the doorbell rang.

"Get that for me, Sweetie," Charlene called from the other room.

Expecting to see Kathy at the door, I didn't even bother putting on my jacket before opening the door wide. Imagine my surprise at seeing Bob, the GF from the job site, at the door. I blanched, & tried to hide behind the door as he roared in laughter.

"Who is it, Sweetie? Is it Kathy?"

"No, ma'am," I cried, & I slammed the door & ran up to my room.

There was no lock on my door, so I just plopped myself down on my bed & buried my face in the pillows. That was how Charlene & Bob found me, a few seconds later.

"Sweetie! Is this how you treat guests in my home?"

I didn't even bother raising my head.

"Bob came 'round to make sure you were cooperating, Sweetie, & to make sure that I was safe. Wasn't that thoughtful of him? And then you slammed the door in his face! Shame on you! Now, tell him that you're sorry, dear."

I glanced up to see her standing over me, glowering at me. Bob stood in the doorway, looking amused at my condition. There was nothing to be done at this point, other than to comply, yet again.

"I...I...I'm sorry, Bob," I sobbed.

"Stand up, Sweetie. He's already seen you, so there's no use in hiding."

I glared daggers into Charlene's eyes as I rose from the bed, my tits swaying on my chest. Of all the people she could have exposed me to, this was the very worst! I blushed as his eyes roamed over my breasts. It was almost like he was touching them. Then he looked down to see my cock through the apron. Finally, his eyes rested on my own.

"I would never have believed it if I hadn't seen it for myself, Charlene," he said. "Way to go, girl!"

"Would you like to stay for lunch, Bob?"

"Sure! Does she cook?"

Laughing, Charlene told him I was "more than a pretty face," & that I cooked quite well, both in the kitchen & out of it.

"This, I have to see," he chortled.

As I stood there, blushing, Charlene told me to give them a curtsy, & go & start lunch.

Tears drying on my face, I did as I was told, & as I passed Bob, he patted my ass affectionately. I wanted to crawl in a hole & die, but I made it into the kitchen, & began to make some tuna salad for lunch.

The bell rang again, & this time, I looked before I opened the door. It was Kathy, & she also patted my ass as she entered. I escorted her into the living room, where the sex machine stood on the corner. Bob was sitting next to it in the recliner.

"Anyone want some wine? Sweetie, go open a bottle of white, & bring us all a glass."

I followed Charlene's orders, my entire frame shaking after being exposed to the GF. I put the glasses on a tray, & brought it into the living room. I served Kathy first, who patted my ass gently & thanked me. Then I served Charlene, who took her glass, & thanked me. Finally, I turned to Bob, who sat there grinning like a wolf at me.

As he took his glass of wine, he reached up & tweaked my right nipple, giving me the shudders.

"Nice tits! How did you manage this?"

"It was all in the contract, Bob. They're temporary, of course, but they help her to learn her place. We'll be making them bigger next week, too. We were originally going to use saline, but her behavior made us use actual human collagen, which will last a lot longer, but they do have a nice shape, don't they?"

"Oh yes! I quite like them. They look so real!"

"For all intents & purposes, they ARE real. Go ahead & feel them, & tell me they aren't real breasts."

I stood there with the tray in my hand, as Bob felt around my tits. He hefted them up & dropped them. He squeezed them gently. He stroked them, & to my horror, I found my cock getting hard, & I held the tray in front of myself so he couldn't see it.

"I better go see to lunch," I whispered, afraid of the shaking in my voice.

"Oh, there's no rush, Sweetie," Charlene interjected. "Turn around & let Bob see what we've done with your ass."

Blushing as deep a red as I've ever blushed, I turned on my heels, & felt his rough hands kneading my ass cheeks. I shuddered again as I felt my cock rising once again, tenting out the front of my frilly little apron. I glanced over to see Charlene & Kathy exchanging looks & smiles at my predicament.

"Wow," Bob whispered. "This is really something! She could be a stripper with a bod' like this! And you say her tits will get bigger?"

"Oh yes. At least four cup sizes, before we're through, I think," Charlene answered.

"Look," Kathy cried out. "She likes your touch, Bob!"

My knees nearly gave out as they made me turn to show Bob my erection with the tray held to my side. He just smiled & winked at me.

Finally, I was allowed to go finish lunch preparations. I tried not to walk too femininely as I left the room. Charlene followed me into the kitchen.

"Hey!" she said. "You're supposed to wiggle your ass when you walk!"

"I"m NOT trying to turn him on, Charlene!"

"You WILL do as you're told in this house, Sweetie," she warned me. "Now, fix lunch, & wiggle your hot little ass in there when it's done!"

Defeated, all I could manage was a "Yes, m'lady," squeaked out through my shame.

I heard them talking & laughing in the next room as I finished making lunch, though I couldn't hear what was actually said. This was worse than hearing it, because my imagination was rich enough that I was putting words in their mouths that would surely ruin me for life.

I made tuna melts, & decorated the plates like I knew Charlene would have wanted, with little basil leaves & tomato garnishes. I set the table, & did an exaggerated ass-wiggle into the living room to announce that lunch was ready. I tried not to look anyone in the eye, but I felt Bob grinning at me, just the same.

They waited until I turned & wiggled my ass back out into the kitchen before they all rose & followed me.

Upon seeing the four places set at the table, Charlene commented that it wasn't a usual practice for the help to eat with the mistress of the house & her guests.

"I'm sorry, ma'am."

As I went to remove my plate from the table, Charlene stopped me.

"I'll make an exception this time, Sweetie, since Bob is here to see you, as well. Let me help you," and with that, she stuck that damned 8 inch dildo on my chair, & handed me the lube.

Everyone's eyes were on me, as I rubbed the goo on the cock, wiped my hand on a paper towel, & gently settled my well-used ass down onto the prong. Once I was in position, everyone began to eat, as if there was nothing at all unusual about my sitting there, for all practical purposes, naked, with a big dildo up my ass.

The wine flowed freely, & everyone seemed in high spirits, until my little light lunch was eaten. Then Bob turned his attentions to me.

"Does all of this turn you on, Sweetie? Do you like having your ass stuffed, your tits out in the open, while we're all dressed?"

I was blushing again. I had no idea what to say or do, so I said nothing.

"Answer him, Sweetie," Charlene told me. "Tell him how much you love having your ass stuffed all the time."

My head was swimming with the wine, not to mention the conversation's dreadful turn.

"I've been through a lot over the last few days, Bob," I said. "I haven't really had time to analyze my feelings about anything. It's really embarrassing, I can tell you that! They have me doing things I never imagined I'd do, & my body reacts in strange ways."

"But, does it turn you on?" He pressed me.

"Sometimes my body seems to like it, Bob. I'm trying to keep my head about it all, though."

"Fair answer, Sweetie. The reason I asked...well...you got hard when I felt up your tits and ass...I was wondering..."

"I'm not gay, Bob. I don't think I'm into that. Nothing personal, but I'm here for the ladies," I smiled at him.

"No you aren't, Sweetie," Charlene interrupted. "You're here to entertain my guests. Don't forget that."

I felt the blood rush out of my face. Were they expecting me to...what...suck his cock or something? It wasn't going to happen! Not in this lifetime!

I glared at Charlene.

"I think this is going a bit too far, Charlene."

"Remember your place, Sweetie! I TOLD you you would be entertaining me & my friends. Bob is a friend. He's actually here for Rachael, today, by the way, but I expect you to be a willing participant in anything any of my guests require! I have pictures, tapes, & audio of you, Sweetie, & I expect you to remember that as well. Anything anyone wants of you in this house is something that you will do. Do I make myself clear? Would you like me to release it all to the public today?"

My mind reeled, once again. She had me, & we both knew it. I thought back to the little scene that Mel had improvised with Rachael fucking my ass with her very real, very thick, cock. I had just watched that on the tv last night with Charlene, as my ass was ripped up by that huge dildo. She probably had that on tape, as well. Besides, I was sitting there in front of them all with an 8 inch dildo up my ass as we spoke. I felt defeated, & totally ridiculous.

"I'm sorry, m'lady," I whispered. "I'm sorry, Bob. I don't know what came over me. What do you require?"

Just then, the kitchen door rang with loud knocking. I found myself jumping on the cock in my ass.

"Charlene," Melissa's voice called out. "We're here!"

"Come on in, Mel," Charlene called out. "We just finished lunch."

The door opened, & Mel followed Rachael, who was naked, save for very high heels, with a leash attached to her ball sack. I blanched when I saw that her ass was striped, probably from that riding crop of Mel's. Rachael's head hung low, yet she managed to sway her ass in a most inviting manner as she walked into the house.

I looked at Bob, who was grinning at the spectacle. I wondered what they had in store for Rachael...or me, for that matter.

"So, what should we do with these two," Charlene asked.

"I know," said Kathy. "Let's watch them do a lesbo scene!"

"Good idea," Bob grinned at me. "I want to see Sweetie in action!"

I was thinking that he was seeing me in action already, eating my lunch with 8 solid inches embedded in my ass, but I guess I was wrong.

"Okay, ladies," sneered Mel, "clear the table. I think we want to see the two of you on it for awhile."

I groaned inwardly, wondering what was in store for me today. Rachael, released from her leash, helped me clear the table. Once the dishes were all in the dishwasher, she climbed up onto the table, & spread her thighs. I looked to Charlene, who gestured to the table, & I, too climbed up onto it. Rachael immediately grabbed my head & gave me a long, deep, tongue-filled kiss. 'For a homophobe, she sure kisses a man like a slut,' I thought,.returning her affection. Her hands were everywhere on me, as she somehow guided my head down between her legs to face that fat cock rising along her thigh. Her fingers were tracing my ass cleft, & to my horror, I found myself pushing it into her hands. I heard clapping from our audience, & then I heard Bob say" Kiss that fat cock, Sweetie!"

My tits were rubbing along Rachael's thighs, & I began to get into the scene, feeling very feminine, as I took her bulbous head between my lips & sucked it in. Rachael gasped, & maneuvered herself so that she was over me. Her mouth went to my cock, & I gasped as she slurped it into her throat, once again. I felt my hairless balls touching her nose. I tried to take more of her cock into my mouth, but it was just so damned thick, I couldn't get much of it in. I bobbed my head on as much as I could take, as I felt her fingers entering my already lubed ass.

My hands searched for the lube, & someone put it into my hand. I poured a generous helping into my palm, & began to slather it over her ass cleft. My fingers sought out her little bud, & I popped one into her. Rachel went crazy at this point, shoving four fingers into my butt, squealing over the cock in her mouth. I put another finger in her ass. Her hips were working like mad, humping her cock into my mouth. She seemed to be on the verge of orgasm when Melissa suddenly cried out "STOP!"

I froze, not knowing what to expect from all these crazy people.

"Bob, feed her some cock," Mel said. I felt the table move as Rachael extricated herself from my clutches, & lay on the table on her belly. I scooted around to see Bob drop his pants. He had a big one, & his crotch was covered in hair. It was odd to see that, after all the shaved mounds I'd seen lately, not to mention Rachael's tiny little heart-shaped pubes over her cock.

She opened her mouth, & Bob fed her his growing cock. As I watched, it seemed that his cock would never stop growing, until it reached about 9 inches of thick muscle. He pumped into her lips, again & again.

Charlene tapped me on the shoulder, & pointed to Rachael's ass. I took the hint, & started to grease up my cock. I straddled her hips, running my cockhead between her cheeks.

At first, Rachael didn't respond to me. Then, she seemed to be trying to avoid my cock. Finally, she seemed to give up, & she spread her long legs as my cock found its new home. It popped in, & I paused, remembering how tender she'd been with me when she fucked my ass.

She was having none of that, though. She folded her knees up under her, & pushed back on me, driving my cock into her ass to the hilt in one smooth move.

"Now, THAT's how you take a cock," Melissa exclaimed.

As for me, this was the first time I had actually gotten to put my cock INTO anything or anyone in a long time. I was really loving the feel of Rachael's ass. It was so warm! So tight! I brushed my tits on her back as I fucked her with a vengeance.

"Change positions," Mel ordered.

I had to pull out as Rachael moved around on the table. Now she was lying on her back. Again, her legs parted, but this time she grabbed my slippery cock & pulled it into her ass, as I frantically tried to get into position to fuck her.

Bob had climbed onto the table, now. He stuck his cock between our faces, & I knew what was expected of me. I kissed Rachael around his cock as he pumped it back & forth. I couldn't help but notice his rod - the thick veins, the heat coming off of it, the hair, the dimensions of this prodigious member in my face. He pulled it back, & aimed it at my mouth, & I took it in as I mercilessly fucked Rachael's hot little ass. I could feel the heat of her hard cock on my belly when I bottomed out inside her. Bob was fucking my mouth, now, & I danced my tongue along his length as I sucked him.

"Mmmm," Bob groaned. "She has a nice tongue!"

He pulled his cock out of my lips, & I watched as he dipped it into Rachael's mouth. He slid it back & forth a bit, then, to my amazement, he kept pushing it until the entire thing disappeared into her mouth!

My hips were pistoning like mad into Rachael's ass until I felt someone's fingers at my own back side. I paused, & turned to see Kathy smiling at me as she greased up my ass crack. I saw that she was wearing that strap on again. I tugged on Rachael's frame until I could drop my feet to the floor & still keep fucking her. Rachael's legs were wrapped around my waist, & Kathy had to spread them before she could press her dildo into my back door.

As Kathy pushed her toy into me, I gasped in joy, it felt so good. I found myself pushing back onto her strap on just as hard as I plunged into Rachael's ass. I was being double fucked in front of my boss, & I didn't know what to think about that. My tits were jiggling, & I seemed frantic to reach my orgasm.

I looked down at Rachael. She was being double fucked, too. I leaned in & sucked at her nipple, & she spurted her cum between us as I pulled at her tit.

Bob then pulled out of her mouth, & asked Kathy if he could cut in.

"In a minute," she answered. It was pretty clear that she was close to her own peak, as she slammed into me harder than ever.

Finally, she sighed, & her toy seemed to vibrate inside me, as I felt her breasts on my back. That almost pushed me over the edge. It seemed I loved being fucked my the girls, & feeling their tits on my back just topped everything off so perfectly.

Then she slowly pulled it out of my ass, & I was fucking Rachael again, until Bob stood behind me, pulling my cheeks apart. I tensed. This would be the first time ever I was fucked by a man. I didn't want to do this, especially with this man. His rod brushed my thighs. It felt so warm!




Sweetie Ch. 05



I pushed as deeply into Rachael as I could, & bent over her, our breasts crushing together. Bob's cock found my entrance, & I gazed into Rachael's eyes as the head of Bob's cock popped into my bottom.

As it slid into my depths, I thrilled to the feel if the pulsing flesh inside me. Soon enough, I could even feel his hair tickling my ass as he hit bottom in my ass.

I sighed loud & long as Bob just stood there, not moving in me. I began to fuck Rachel again, but he mirrored my movements so that there was no fucking in my ass going on. It became rather frustrating trying to get that feeling. I was panting, pawing at Rachael, even reaching back to see if I could make him move with my hands.

In the end, I heard my voice, telling him to fuck me. Then he fucked me! His was truly a wonderful cock. It felt so alive inside. He aimed it this way & that within me, stirring my innards, as I groped the helpless Rachael. He fucked my cock into her. His hands were on my hips, & he was moving me within her, as well as moving me along his length. I was the toy, & I was being used by them both.

I rode the waves of pleasure. My lips were whispering "thank you," over & over, in between the pleas to keep fucking me.

All too soon, I felt him tensing, preparing to shoot his load inside my clenching ass.

"Not yet," I cried.

His hands were on my tits when it hit him. I could feel his member pulse, then I felt the splash in my depths. This happened several times before he leaned into me, spent.

I was still in need, & I began to fuck Rachael again, rubbing my tits against hers. Then, I came, squeezing her tits hard in my hands, pounding my cock into her as hard & as deep as I could. Rachael, however, just looked at me as if she were bored.

"Sorry, Rach," I whispered to her. I couldn't realize what was wrong with her, but I wasn't without feelings for her plight.

She gripped my tits, then, & smiled at me, as my cock popped out of her tight hole.

"Aw yeah," I heard Mel cry out. "Look at that load Bob left in Sweetie!"

They made Rachael & I lay over the table as the cum seeped out of our asses. Then Charlene rubbed more cream into my ass, while Mel did the same for Rachael.

They kept us there, while Charlene & Mel took turns fucking our asses with strap ons until Bob could get it up again. This time he fucked Rachael, while Kathy had another turn at my open ass.

Kathy & Charlene then led me into the living room, where someone had replaced that huge dildo onto the Sybian, & they made me ride it again, while Bob & Melissa did unseen things with Rachael in the kitchen.

By the end of the day, I was well worn out. I could barely prepare for bed. Charlene seemed to want to be alone, which was fine with me. I'd had about all the human contact I could stand at that point. As I lay down in my frilly pink satin canopied bed, my hands roamed over my breasts until I fell asleep.



Sweetie Ch. 06



The next two days were relatively uneventful. I sat on the Sybian daily to stretch out my ass. I prepared meals. I wore my uniform. It seemed rather boring after awhile, with my tits & ass being stroked so regularly, my ass stuffed so often. I even got used to the false eyelashes.

On Wednesday, Mel returned with Rachael. I obediently went out to get the table, & assumed the position as they strapped me down onto it.

Mel shot something into my tit flesh with her syringe. It numbed me. Then she pumped more of that hormone into my breasts, "because you wasted the last load, Sweetie!" Next, she began to pump up my tits with more collagen. Four hours later, I was amazed at the progress. Each of my breasts was as large as my head! My nipples looked ridiculously small on these twin globes.

They made me bend over the table as Mel pumped more fats into my ass cheeks.

Finally, they helped me to learn how to do my nails.

They then took turns fucking my ass. Rachael made me get on my hands & knees when she fucked me. It was thrilling to feel my tits actually clap together as she fucked me from behind.

That's what was happening when Charlene called out "Honey, I'm home!"

I was on the kitchen table, getting fucked. Charlene came in & felt up my tits while Rachael kept pounding away at me.

"Wow, Mel," she exclaimed. "These are HUGE!"

"Yeah," Mel answered, "she's probably going to need some custom clothes. They do look a little over the top, don't they?"

Charlene laughed. "Now THAT's a cow!"

I was crushed! I felt tears welling up in my eyes, even as I enjoyed the fat cock in my ass. I was hoping to be exciting, sexy, but here they were, calling me a fucking cow!

When Rachael had spilled her seed in my ass, Mel took some more measurements. Then the odd couple left.

"Look at you," Charlene exclaimed. "Those are some huge tits, girl!"

"I'm a fucking cow," I cried, tears welling up in my eyes again.

"Of course you are, Sweetie! You are a big-titted cow. You will also give milk. It's what I need from you, so you will provide it for me. Don't make any more mistakes with your breast pumps, dear, or I swear I'll triple their size!"

I flushed at those words. Looking down, I could see my skin was actually shining, it was so stretched. I'd have to really slather lots of that cream on to keep from getting stretch marks.

I fixed dinner, & ate silently. I was thinking again of how I could get out of all of this. How could I possibly leave here, looking like this? I had a hairless body, with 4-inch heels locked onto my feet, & a corset. My tits were exposed to everyone's view, & they weren't exactly subtle. My ass was rather bubbly, too, & also exposed. Even if I managed to get out of here, where could I go? I had no idea how long I'd have these tits, this ass. I had no way of getting out of my uniform without outside help, & who could I possibly trust enough to go to?

She put me back on my breast pump regimen, & I was very careful not to miss a 'feeding.'

The following three days went by quickly. Saturday arrived again, & I dreaded the weekends, now. I hadn't been sleeping well at all between my 'feedings,' & these new tits were difficult to get used to. Every movement resulted in a wave of motion on my chest. As the creams helped my skin to stretch to accommodate my new proportions, my tits seemed to jiggle a hell of a lot more than they did, before. In addition, my nipples were getting much bigger, much longer. Even my aureoles seemed to have grown.

The breast pumps were doing their job, I guessed. My tits felt different that morning. Heavier. I awoke feeling grumpy, & after my morning rituals, swayed my big bulbous ass down to fix breakfast. I wondered who would be fucking my ass today, as I stirred the eggs for omelets.

Then, it felt like something moved in my tits. I looked down, but couldn't see my nipples from this standing position. I put the bowl down, & lifted my left breast to see milk dribbling out my nipple!

"Uh...Charleeeene!" I called out.

"Yes, Sweetie? What is it?"

"You better come down here."

A moment later, Charlene was clapping her hands in glee as I showed her my lactating breast. To my surprise, she leaned in & sipped at my tit. It felt good to have that pressure sucked out of me.

The next thing I knew, she was on the phone, calling Mel, then Kathy, & then, to my horror, Bob. I was sitting on the Sybian, being fucked by the biggest cock in the house, as I held the twin pumps to my tits. As I was fucked, I watched the little cups filling up with my milk.

'MY milk!' I thought. 'Now I can never escape!'

Kathy was the first to arrive that say. She got there just as I felt the need to be milked again. Her timing was uncanny. She felt my tits, lifting them, squeezing them gently, until I couldn't stand it any longer, & begged for the relief I could only get from being milked.

Charlene & Kathy both sucked me dry that time, as their hands roamed over my skin. This was a whole new sensation, & I found it to be very thrilling. My cock stood straight up the entire time, & Kathy took mercy on me, & jerked me off as she sucked my tit, while Charlene sucked the other & fingered my asshole. This was the first time I felt complete since I'd come into Charlene's home. The two beauties made me feel beautiful, wanted, needed, &, well, complete.

Bob arrived with Mel & Rachael. Rachael seemed subdued, quiet. Bob was amazed at the size of my bosom, & anxious to get his hands on it. Mel just laughed at the 'bottle-fed-boy,' & encouraged him to play with me.

First, though, Melissa presented me with a new corset. It was black satin, with 8 straps for my stockings. I went & got my black seamed stockings, & put them on, before Rachael tied me into the new garment. This one was much more comfortable than my white one, yet just as tight. Rachael snapped the garters onto my stockings, & I felt very feminine, for the first time, really. My huge breasts popped out over the top of the open-breasted corset in a most inviting way. I wished that I was one of them, taking advantage of this slut, when I saw myself in the full-length mirror by the front door.

By the time all of that was done, I felt the pressure rise within my breasts again. This time I had Bob & Rachael suckling at my breasts, & I sighed as Bob's fingers greased up my ass. He rolled me up onto the table, & draped my legs over his shoulders as he entered my willing portal. Rachael kept sucking at my breast as he pounded away inside me, & Mel went to the other, & sucked it hard, the milk poured out onto their tongues.

Kathy came & took my hand, & guided it to Rachael's cock. I stroked Rachael while I was fucked & sucked by the trio. Rachael reached up & began to jerk me off. I was rising to my peak rather quickly with all of this attention. Suddenly, Rachael let go of my nipple, stood up & splashed my breasts with her cum. I came immediately after her, spraying onto my own flesh. Then Bob yanked his tool out of my ass, & stroked himself all over my chest, & I lay there, drenched in cum, with little rivulets running down my sides. The women all gathered round, & rubbed the frothy stuff into my skin. I lay there as long as they would let me, feeling the cool air drying the cum on my torso.

They made me ride the Sybian again, then, the largest cock fucking me until I came again.



Sweetie Ch. 07



For the next week, I had my breasts milked every two hours. I was feeling sort of robotic. The feeling came, I pumped it out. I was told to do this or that, I did this or that.

The following Friday night, however, things changed quite a bit. Charlene announced that I would be going out the following night.

"I can't go out, m'lady! Someone might recognize me!"

"Do you really think that anyone would recognize you, with those tits, that ass, the clothes you'll be wearing?"

"It doesn't matter! I'm so tall. I'll never fool anyone into thinking I'm a real girl!"

"That's probably right, Sweetie, but it makes no difference. We'll be going out, & that's that!"

So I moped & fumed & panicked all night. Charlene had me sleep with her again that night, though I hardly got any sleep, between the feedings & her groping my tits.

I arose before Charlene, & made a light breakfast for us both. Just as we finished eating, Mel & Rachael arrived, with some clothes for me. There were blouses that had no top buttons, so my cleavage would always be exposed to view. There were very short skirts that would show off my garter straps & stocking tops. There was one dress. It was an evening gown that I would never be able to wear with my corset, as it had an open back, & was also open to below my navel. There was a slit all the way up to my waist, on the left side. Otherwise, it was a beautiful dress, but I'd never want to wear it anywhere. I'd feel too exposed. There were also 4 more pairs of shoes, all with a very high heel, but none of them, thankfully, would lock onto my feet.

I had to model the clothes all morning, between 'feedings.'

By late afternoon, I was beginning to shake as I thought of taking this body out in public.

Mel & Rachael left around 4, & Charlene & I had a nice little light dinner. Then she decided to pick out my clothes for the evening. She chose a very short black leather skirt, & a very tight white blouse that really emphasized my huge tits. I wouldn't be wearing a bra, she said, or my corset, so I'd have to wear stay-ups. Then she presented me with a simple pouch on a circular strap. My cock & balls would go in the pouch & be held up in front by the strap around my waist! Everyone would be able to see that I had a cock, under my skirt!

"M'lady! Please," I cried. "If anyone sees me in this, I'll get my ass killed!"

"Nonsense," Charlene tut-tutted. "You have no idea where we're going tonight. Trust me that there's no need to panic."

She unlocked my heels, & I got dressed in the ridiculously provocative clothes.

'I'll either get raped, or killed, or both, tonight,' I thought to myself as I looked at the slut in the mirror.

I milked my tits just before we left, at 10:30. I took the breast pumps in my rather large black leather purse, which Charlene had provided. She also dumped in some lube, & two big dildos. I had no ID in there, just make up & sex toys. Then Charlene popped a big red butt plug in my ass, & declared that we were ready for a night out on the town.

I walked on shaking legs to her car, a rather big SUV, & got in on the passenger side.

She drove for a long time, taking me across the state line into Delaware. We drove even further until she pulled next to a rather nondescript little building. There was a simple neon "OPEN" sign in the window.

As we sat there in the parking lot, Charlene pulled a little remote out of her purse, & hit a button, which made the plug in my ass come alive with vibrations. She giggled at my gasp of surprise, & told me to be ready for anything. The dildo stopped in my ass, & she got out of the car. I slowly opened my door, & swung my legs out to stand on a gravel drive in my new 5 inch heels, It was tough to make it to the door without falling off my precarious perches, but I managed. She ushered me into a very dark room, & as my eyes adjusted to the low light, we wended our way to a bar running along the left side of the room.

We sat at tall bar stools, & a bare chested man came & took our drink orders. She ordered a white house wine, but I needed a Long Island Iced Tea, if I was going to stay in this gay bar.

"Careful, Sweetie," she laughed. "You wouldn't want to fall off your heels!"

There were several others in this section of the bar, mostly older men, who brushed up against me as they walked by. We drank our drinks, & then she wanted to go to the other room.

I followed her into a huge space, strangely lighted, with music booming from loud speakers. The music was thumping out a fucking beat, & the bass reached into my tits, it seemed. I looked into a mirrored wall to see my nipples sticking straight out like an invitation. The black lights made my torso glow. My tits looked like light bulbs to me. I wanted to run as far as I could, but sat down & let the drink settle my nerves.

I had no support under my breasts, & it felt very strange to me to feel them wobble so freely with every move I made. Of course, this made my nipples stand out hard as ever, & I was embarrassed about it.

"Look at your tits, Sweetie! They're glowing!"

"Thanks for reminding me," I said turning to see Rachael, to my surprise.

"You wanna dance?" Rachael asked me.

"I don't think I can dance in these heels, especially since I could never dance before all of this, anyway," I laughed.

She was having one of that, though. She took my hand, & pulled me up & out to the dance floor. I tried to find ways to move that didn't jiggle my tits too much, but it was impossible. The drink was setting in at this point, though, & I swayed to the music with her. Then, to my surprise, she leaned in & started rubbing our breasts together. her hands went to my ass, pulling up my skirt, showing off my butt to one & all. I had seen lesbians dance before, so I stuck my leg between hers, & started humping her as I ran my hands over her ass. She was wearing tight pants, though, so I couldn't expose her like she was doing to me. I leaned in & told her that this wasn't fair at all, as I uinzipped her fly.

No sooner than I had done that, though, she spun me on my toes. She lifted my skirt from behind, & pulled out my butt plug.

I gasped, & tried to move away from her, but Rachael was grinding her crotch into my ass, & I found it difficult just to stay on my feet. I was beginning to panic as she fished into her fly for her cock, & slipped it up to my asshole.

"What are you doing," I cried out. "Not here, for Christ's sake!"

Her cock popped past my sphincter, & I stood there helplessly as Rachael fucked me on the dance floor in front of a bunch of gay strangers. Her hands locked onto my breasts, & I wondered where she'd put the butt plug as she fucked me in the flashing lights.

Other people came to dance close around us. I felt many hands on my skin, on my clothes, but it was all so disorienting that I couldn't fight it, couldn't determine who was doing what to me. Rachael squeezed my tits hard as she came, flooding my ass with a huge load that felt so good, or would have, in other circumstances. As it was, I was panicked as I felt strange hands groping up under my skirt to feel my pouched cock & balls. someone freed them, & I felt my member swinging freely under my micro skirt, as Rachael's cock slipped out of my ass. To my horror, I felt her cum dripping down my leg.

"Look," someone shouted. "The cum glows in the black light!"

I looked down & saw a long glowing stream of Rachael's cum running down my black stocking. I was shocked & embarrassed, & nearly ran back to the table where Charlene & Mel sat, laughing at my situation.

Before I could sit down, however, Rachael joined us, & pulled my butt plug from her front pocket of her pants.

"Here, Sweetie. You'll want to put this back in before you sit down."

I looked helplessly at Charlene, who only nodded her head. I reached back & popped it into place right there, & then sat down. I tucked my parts back into the pouch, & I grabbed my drink & took a long draw. As I sat the drink back on the table, hands snaked around my torso to grip my breasts firmly, & a harsh voice whispered into my ear.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen in this bar! Come dance with me!"

I looked back to see a beautiful, tall, thin woman, with long dark hair. As I gaped at her, I discovered that she wasn't as tall as I'd thought, because she was wearing platform shoes. I looked to Charlene, who nodded her head at me.

I stood, slowly, & the woman took my hand, & escorted me onto the floor.

"Does she own you, little one?" she asked me, as she wrapped her arms around me.

"Only for the next 6 months," I growled.

"Ah, a trial period, then?"

"No," I answered. "Just punishment."

She laughed musically before responding.

"There's no better punishment than a just one, dear." Her eyes twinkled as she asked,"Are these real?"

She was testing the contours of my breasts.

"Well, they're mine, if that's what you mean. No silicone & no falsies."

"Well, I think they're fabulous!"

"Yeah, I guess. They also lactate."

"No way! Really? Oh, god! You've got to let me taste it!"

"In awhile, if I don't get scared & run out of here."

"Oh, you wouldn't leave a lady hanging, would you? I've always wanted to meet a girl like you!"

Her hands were all over me, stroking my tits, up under my skirt, making me get hard out there in front of everyone.

"Please! I'm a little shy!"

"Really? I'd never have guessed, looking at how you're dressed! Come on! Let me play a little bit!"

Her hands were working magic on me. My cock was hard. I pulled her in tight so no one could see it.

"So, now the shy girl wants to fuck me, huh? Right here in front of everyone?" Her eyes were laughing at me.

"I'd love to fuck you, but not here," I spoke into her ear.

"We'd better go ask your owner first, don't you think?" She was totally in control. She scared the hell out of me. I wanted to fuck her right up her tight little ass, though, & hear her beg me to let her cum. "What are you called?"

Not 'what's your name?' 'What are you called?' There was a whole new plane of existence here, new rules of engagement, & I was completely out of my depth with this woman.

"They call me 'Sweetie,'" I whispered.

"That's so precious! You must introduce me to your Domme!" With that, she took my hand, & led me back to Charlene's table. I walked as fast as I could behind her, my hard cock pushing at my skirt, trying to lift it up. Somehow, she'd extracted my cock form its pouch, again.

"Stand tall, Sweetie," this strange woman ordered. "Be proud of your attributes! Which is your Domme?"

"I don't know what a 'domme' is, but this," indicating Charlene,"is the lady who owns me for the next few months."

"Hello," said the tall woman. "My name is Chista."

"Charlene," m'lady responded. "Nice to meet you."

"You've done absolute wonders with Sweetie's body, Charlene. I applaud your fine work. I especially love these breasts." She was fondling them again. "However did you manage them?"

"Human collagen, Christa, injected directly into the skin."

"Oh! That must have been terribly painful for you, Sweetie!"

"It hurt, for sure."

"Sweetie tells me that she'll need to be milked again, soon. I was hoping that I could do the honors?"

"Of course, Christa. She seems quite taken with you," Charlene's eyes were on my hard cock as she spoke, & I blushed.

"Sweetie's quite taken with anyone who rubs her hot little ass," Melissa cut in, laughing. "I'm Melissa, & this is Rachael."

Hands were shaken, & Christa sat in my chair, leaving me standing. She turned, & unbuttoned my blouse. I flashed a look of concern to Charlene, who only seemed amused by the actions of this vixen, whose hands were on my bare tit-flesh, now, stroking, squeezing, petting. Her touch was thrilling, but I felt very awkward, standing like that, being felt up in a gay bar.

"Um...excuse me...I need to use the little girl's room," I said in a shaking voice.

"I'll go with you," Rachael stood, & we left to use the facilities. "Make sure you use the ladies', or they'll likely make you do all the men in here," she warned.

"Thank you! I had no idea what to do," I gushed.

We went to the ladies room, where some lesbians were just coming out.

"Hey you sluts! Don't leave the seat up!"

"Fuck you," I said under my breath.

Suddenly I found myself pushed hard from the back, through the rest room door. As I burst into the room, one of the rougher women followed right behind me.

"No, fuck YOU, dearie!" With that, she punched me in the balls. I doubled over, & she flipped up my skirt. "Oh! A butt plug! Shit, girl, you should have said something! I got something to stretch out your little asshole!"

She stuck her fingers in beside the plug, & I groaned at the intrusion. She pulled it out, & rammed four fingers up my ass, to her thumb. I shrieked at the unexpected invasion.

"You really should watch your mouth around here, bitch!"

"I'm sorry," I groaned. "I didn't mean anything by it!"

"Yeah, I guess you didn't, seeing how much of a little pussy you are." She gave my balls a twist, & jammed the plug back in my gaping hole. "Fuckin' whore queer! You wanna meet a REAL woman, gimme a call sometime," she said, dropping a business card onto my body as I fell to the floor in a fetal position. She washed her hands & left me there.

When she opened the door, I saw that the other woman had Rachael held against the wall by her throat. She released her, & the two walked away.

Rachael rushed in to see me getting up slowly.

"What the fuck are you doing? Are you trying to get us both killed?"

"I don't know. I just thought she was rude, is all. Didn't think she'd hear me," I laughed. "Did she hurt you?"

"Nah. she just held me there. I was worried about you, Sweetie."

"Just a little punch to the balls. I'm better, now."

I went into a booth to pee, & Rachael reminded me to turn around, & sit like a girl. I guess she saw my shoes.

"Yeah, it's hard to break bad when you look like this, ain't it, Rach?"

We laughed all the way back to the table. I noticed that someone had added another chair to the group, & thankfully sat down.

"Charlene told me what you did, Sweetie," Christa said. "You're lucky it wasn't me, or the changes would have been permanent, & much more drastic!"

I had no response, so I said nothing, while Rachael told of our little adventure.

"You fucking dumbass," Mel screamed at me. "You could have gotten my girl killed!"

"I'm sorry. Look, I don't know the rules in a place like this. Someone could have warned me!"

"Bullshit! You need to learn to act like a lady," Christa intervened. She turned to Charlene, saying," I'd like to offer my help to your cause of making this a better person,"

"She does seem a little unruly, doesn't she? Here's my number," Charlene handed a card to Christa. "Maybe between the four of us, we can rehabilitate this little piece of shit!"

I was taken aback. I had no idea I'd done something so wrong that they'd speak of me so.

"I'm really sorry. I won't ever do that again. Can we talk about something else, please?"

"I think we should find you a man," Christa said. "A BIG man!" Her eyes roamed the room, as I shuddered.

"There's one!" Rachael was pointing at a huge, bald, muscular black man. "I"ll bet he could put her in her place!"

"No! Please! I SAID I'm sorry. I didn't know I was doing anything wrong. C'mon, ladies! A little mercy?"

"Mercy," Mel hissed, "You think those women would have shown my Rachael any mercy?"

"They'd have cut her tits off, Sweetie," Christa said, "* yours, too. THAT would have been a real crime!"

Her hands were back on my tits. Her nimble fingers had totally unbuttoned the blouse, & she had my tits out in the open as she fondled them. Rachael got up & strode to the big man. She tapped him on the shoulder, & whispered in his ear, indicating me with a pointing finger.

He got a huge grin on his face when he saw my tits. He sauntered over to our table & asked me to dance.

"I...I can't dance very well," I stammered, as he grabbed my wrist & pulled me out onto the dance floor.

He opened my blouse again, & buried his face in my cleavage as if he was smelling my perfume. His hands went up under my skirt, where he found that butt plug. He laughed as he pulled it out, & tossed it to my table. He lifted me up with one hand, as his other hand went to his fly.

"No! Not without a rubber! Please! This is RAPE!"

He set me down gently, & pulled my face into his crotch.

"Okay, slut, then just suck it," he growled, pulling out a huge cock for me.

I sat there on my knees, gawking at the thing. He slapped my face with it, & told me to get busy.

With the entire bar watching, I slurped the tip into my painted lips. I bobbed my head as deeply as I could go. He held my head in place & fucked my face. The dance floor filled once again, & soon I had him gushing into my mouth. His load was too big, & it dribbled out the corners of my lips. He took it out & shot some onto my exposed tits, & rubbed the slimy softening cock all over my face.

I looked a mess. My wig was mussed. My blouse was wet with cum, & thus, transparent. My face was shiny with his load as I walked back to the table.

"Too bad, huh, Sweetie," Charlene teased. "I bet you would have rather got it in that hot little ass of yours, huh?"

I blushed furiously as they all laughed. Then I felt the pressure hit me all of a sudden, & knew I had to be milked.

"I have to go to the car," I whispered to Charlene.

"Whatever for, Sweetie?"

"I'm about to start milking again!"

"Hey Christa," Charlene cried out. "Here's your chance! Sweetie needs to be milked!"

"Hey, cool! Let me att'em," Christa laughed, opening my blouse. "Man! Those are some big titties!"

She leaned in & started to suckle my nipples. Any relief I'd have felt at the lessened pressure was offset by the exposure.

Then Christa did something I didn't know was possible. She emptied a glass, & started to squeeze the milk out of my nipples into it. I truly felt like a cow, now, in this bar, as she pulled on my nipples until the glass was nearly full. Then she bent down & sucked the dregs out of me. Smacking her lips, she grinned at me, & went to the bar with the glass.

Soon, over the loud speakers came the announcement that there was to be a breast milk white russian auctioned off. They made me stand & show my tits, to show everyone the source of the milk, as if that were needed. By the end of the bidding, the drink went for $55.

"I"m proud, Sweetie! You got top dollar!" Christa teased me. She turned to Charlene & asked if she had fucked me.

"Only like a girl gets fucked, Christa. She eats pussy pretty well, & I think she is getting better at sucking cocks, but her forte seems to be in taking it up her ass, which she seems to really enjoy."

"Really? I mean, I saw Rachael fucking her, but she didn't really look like she was getting into it at all. Perhaps it was the setting, huh?"

"Trust me. She loves it! She begs for it anytime she gets it. Isn't that right, Sweetie? Aren't you a little ass-fuck junky?"

"Yes, ma'am," I whimpered.

"Why don't you show Christa what you have in your purse, Sweetie?" Charlene pressed me.

I opened my purse with shaking hands. This was all so fucking scary! I reached in & pulled out the smaller of the two dildos.

"No, Sweetie," Charlene chided. "Show her the big one, your favorite!"

I put the dildo on the table, & reached back into my purse to get the monster that had been used on me with the Sybian.

"Wow! You can take all of that?" Christa seemed to be truly amazed. She turned to Charlene. saying. "I bow to your prowess! That is impressive! I want to put it in her. May I?"

"Sure," Charlene said. "Go ahead. You can do it right here of you wish, right, Sweetie?"




Sweetie Ch. 07



I merely nodded my head. I was beaten down again, with my tits milked out here in the open, my ass fucked on the dance floor, my mouth fucked there by a stranger, as well.

"I"m gonna fuck your ass, Sweetie. Right here. Right now. Anyone who wants to watch, can watch. Anyone can play with your tits, or stuff their cock in your mouth, for all I care. All I want to see is that big dick in your ass, & all I want to hear from you is begging for it. You got that?"

I looked into Christa's laughing eyes, & nodded.

"Beg me to fuck that hot little ass of yours."

I handed her the lube, saying," Please ma'am, fuck my ass. Right here. Right now."

Christa took the lube from me, & poured it onto her hand. She had me lean back in the chair so everyone could see who wanted to. I put my feet up on the table. Christa sat between my legs, & started to play with my ass. My cock rose as she teased my anal opening, as it always did. Next thing I knew, I had four of her fingers rooting in my butt.

"I'll bet you could fit your thumb in there, too," I heard someone say.

"Let's just see," whispered Christa, looking into my eyes.

I was shaking my head. My legs were tensed.

"Try to relax, Sweetie," Christa stage whispered. "It'll go easier that way."

I relaxed my legs, but was very apprehensive about it all. She reached in, then backed off, again & again. Each time her hand seemed to open me wider. her other hand went to my pouch, pulling it free of my cock & balls. I was surprised to see it soft. Evidently, I was more afraid than I'd ever been before. Christa bent down & took my cock in her mouth, & I gasped. On my inhalation, she pushed her hand past my barriers, burying it in my guts.

She sat back up, saying, "She's DONE it!"

The bar exploded in applause, & she started pumping her hand even deeper into my depths. Before long, it became rather uncomfortable, & I tried not to complain, but she must have seen something in my eyes.

"Just a little more, Sweetie!"

Her hand felt like it was elbow deep inside me, & looking down, I saw that my assessment was nearly correct.

"Christa, please!" I begged.I could do nothing but accept her fist inside me. "Take the dildo & fuck me! Please!"

Her hand slowly withdrew from my depths. She twisted it this way & that, which actually thrilled me, but I was too scared to let on. After a short time, she pulled it out very slowly & gently.

"Thank you," I whispered.

Then she picked up that big dong. It didn't even scare me anymore. Not after her hand had had its way in my ass.

"Fuck me," I gasped, as it touched my ass.

It plunged in rather quickly, opening my eyes wide. Now she was fucking me, & nothing else mattered.

"Harder," I gasped, "deeper! Fuck me!"

I was bouncing my ass on her toy, taking it to the hilt with every thrust. I grabbed my tits & squeezed them. I pulled on my own nipples. My hand went to my cock, to find it hard. I started wanking it even faster than I was being fucked, as I demanded she ram it home. I couldn't even recognize my own voice as I begged her to keep fucking me.

For her part, Christa was working hard, stroking that instrument into me. I looked to see sweat on her brow, & it made me smile to think I had given her such a workout.

Finally, I felt it rising within me. Frantically I clawed my way to my peak, & my cum poured out of my cock, & over my balls, & onto the dildo that Christa was fucking my ass with. She kept it up for awhile, then slowed to a stop, with the balls pressed up against my ass.

"Nice! I guess you really ARE a slut, aren't you?" Christa grinned as people around us started clapping.

I blushed as I lowered my legs. She stopped me, though, as she eased out the huge cock, & replaced my butt plug.

She leaned in & whispered "See you soon Sweetie," into my ear, as she stood & left the bar.

We all soon followed suit.



Sweetie Ch. 08



My ass was sore as hell for two days!

I did my chores. I milked my tits. I wanted nothing to do with sex, though, even though I still had to wear that damned butt plug every day.

For her part, Charlene seemed to understand, & left me alone, for the most part, although I did eat her pussy a few times.

Wednesday morning, she sat at the breakfast table, & told me I had to go to the grocery store. She'd give me money, but it was totally up to me to plan the week's meals, & buy the food. This would mean that I had to pay for a cab to take me, since she didn't yet trust me to not run off in my own truck. Besides, there was a good chance that someone might recognize the truck I'd been driving for the last two years, so a cab would be safer for me.

I thought about how I'd do this, & acquiesced to her demands. I had some clothes, now, that would look nearly normal in public. I just hoped & prayed that no one would know me.

Charlene left for work, & I milked my tits, & then began to dress myself. I would wear the tan sandals without stockings, for such a casual trip. I'd go with the short (they were ALL short) red plaid skirt, & the white blouse I'd worn to the bar. When I donned the apparel, after applying my make up, I looked as close to 'normal' as I would look, considering the slutty nature of all the clothes I had. Of course, I had no panties, but with my huge breasts, I just hoped that no one would be looking at my cock. I did remember to put in the butt plug, that almost seemed to be a part of me, now.

I gathered the money & put it in my purse, with the house keys & my breast pumps, & called for the cab. It arrived within a short time, & I was out the door as a woman for the first time on my own.

I got in the back, & directed the cabbie to the grocery store. As we drove along, I saw that he kept looking at me in his mirror, but thought nothing of it.

When we arrived at the store, I paid the cabbie, who said "Have a nice day, sir," before driving off. I guess he saw my cock in the skirt.

I was blushing again, as I entered the store. I immediately went to the ladies' room, where I checked myself in the mirror. I adjusted myself as best I could to hide my penis, & went shopping. At least I wouldn't be so obvious with a shopping cart in front of me. I got a few stares from women who were amazed at my height, but I think I passed, for the most part.

I bought everything on my list, & called the cab company, again, hoping that I'd get a different driver this time. Of course, with my luck, I got the same guy. He helped me load the bags in the trunk, & I got in the back.

As we drove, he started to talk to me. He told me that he'd seen me at the bar last Saturday night!

"You were so hot! I couldn't believe the things you did on the dance floor," he gushed at me.

"You must have me confused with someone," I tried.

"No way, Sweetie-pie," he answered. "I know it was you, by your height &...uh...your proportions."

"You mean my tits, right?"

"Yeah!"

"Just let me out," We'd arrived at the house. I paid him, & he offered to help me with the bags, but I declined, because, although he seemed nice enough, he also seemed way too eager.

"You just ask for Joe next time you call, okay? I'll take care of you, Sweetie."

With that, he drove away, with me standing on the porch with all those groceries.

I was putting the food away, when the phone rang. I stopped & listened until I heard Charlene's voice, telling me to pick up if I was there.

"Yes, m'lady?"

"I just got a call from Christa. She'll be our guest for dinner. If she arrives before I do, be sure & entertain her until I get there, Sweetie."

"Yes, ma'am," I answered, feeling a little rush as I thought of the vixen from the bar.

I had a little spring to my step as I finished putting away the groceries, & then pumped my breasts. I saved the milk for my mistress in a milk jug labeled "Sweetie's Milk."

By mid-afternoon, I had a roast in the oven, & was just sitting down to watch some tv when the doorbell rang.

Peeking through the peephole, I saw Christa, so I opened the door. She pulled open my blouse right there in the doorway, & sucked on my left nipple as she pushed me into the house.

I was giggling as my hands went to cup her face at my breast, but she grabbed my hands & pulled them around behind my back. Then she nipped at my tit with her teeth, & I jumped in surprise.

"Your ass is mine until Charlene gets home, slut," she grinned into my face. "I"m going to enjoy this!"

"Well," I whispered, "she did tell me to entertain you. Wanna fuck?"

We giggled together, & I guided us into the living room.

"So, I take it that this is your chair." she was pointing at the Sybian.

"Yeah. That's where I sit & watch tv."

"I've always wanted to try one of those out." She moved to the machine. "Mind if I have a seat?"

"Let me get you a toy."

"Nothing so big as the one you had in the bar, please," she laughed. "I'm not the size queen that you seem to be."

"That isn't by choice, you know."

"Uh-huh. That looks good," she said, as I pulled out a rather mundane 7 incher that came with the Sybian. "That one looks like yours. I can't wait to try it out."

Her eyes met mine, & she grinned lasciviously at me as she licked her lips.

"Why don't you come help me get situated?"

I put the dong on the stem of the Sybian, greased it with lube, & rolled my thumb over the remote, so that it was buried in the barrel of the machine. Then, I began to remove Christa's blouse, kissing her flesh as it became exposed.

"Such a good little slut," she whispered as I suckled at her nipples.

I pulled off her blouse, & opened her slacks. I kissed her there, at the top of her panties, before pushing her pants to her ankles. She stepped out of them, leaving her shoes on the floor as well, & I kissed her right on her pussy.

"Not yet, Sweetie! Wait until I get on the Sybian."

"Yes, ma'am."

Christa swung her leg over the top of the barrel, & sat down, & I thumbed the remote, again. Now, the dildo rose very slowly, until it touched her lips. I was in front of her, watching, & stopped its progression as soon as it touched her. Then I hit another button, & she thrilled to the vibe.

"Oh, you little minx," she cried. "Give it to me!"

I reached down to feel her pussy, sticking two fingers up inside her.

"Hey! I told you to give it to me, not to tease me with your fingers!"

"Just making sure you're ready. Christa," I laughed.

"I was ready when you answered the door. Now GIMME!"

The cock rose ever so slowly, & Christa was wiggling her ass. Her breasts jiggled a bit as she worked her pussy around the toy. My cock was hard as ever.

"Fuck me, Sweetie," she cried, so I sped the movements up until she sighed, her eyes rolling back into her head. "Ooooooh, yeah! That's so nice!"

I straddled the machine, behind her, pulling my skirt & blouse off completely, so I could rub my tits on her back while she was fucked. I reached around her & rubbed on her clit with my fingertip, & she screamed in an unexpected orgasm.

As she was coming down, I reached for the lube. I wanted to see how far I could go with her. I put some on my finger, & rubbed it on her tight little rosebud.

"Oh, you fucker," she exclaimed. "Be careful! I've never tried that."

"Ooooh, a virgin!" I whispered hotly into her ear. "I think you might like this a lot!"

I slipped a fingertip up inside her ass, & Christa moaned loudly.

"Just think of being here, with the machine fucking your pussy, & my cock right here."

I slid another finger up her ass, & she gasped. Her hips rose & fell, & my nipples were brushing on her back as I fingered her ass. She seemed awfully tight, though, & I hesitated to go further, although I really wanted to.

"Come around & let me suck your cock," she called out over her shoulder.

I reluctantly slid my fingers out of her ass, & lifted myself off the machine. I walked around her & stood there at her face.

Christa's hands went right to my ass, as she pulled me forward into her waiting lips. Her nails dug into my cheeks as she slurped my cock into the warmth of her mouth. I was fucking her face when she came, & her teeth scratched my cock as she cried out, her entire body shuddering with pleasure. I hit the remote, & the cock went into overdrive in her pussy right then.

"Aaaaah!" She cried. Her tits were shaking like she was riding a galloping horse. Her hands tore at my ass. She was still peaking a full thirty seconds later! Never had I seen a woman cum like that. She was pressing her face into my cock & moaning, & I eventually saw the need to reduce the speed of the cock within her.

Leaning back, she ordered me to lick her while she got fucked. I bent & gently licked at her lips as the cock slowly rose & fell within her drenched pussy. She pushed me away, though, when I licked at her clit.

"Too much," she cried, shuddering again. She pushed me away, & fell forward, her hands holding her up on the barrel of the machine.

I slowed the dildo, & ever so slowly, had it drop back into the depths of the barrel, & out of her pussy.

"Oh my god! That was so good. Get over here & sit on it. I want my cum to go up your ass!"

I pulled out my butt plug & helped her to her feet. Then I settled myself down onto the Sybian, & flipped the switch to feel the cum-slick prod brush my cheeks as it entered my ass. Then I turned it on faster, & thrilled to the feeling within. I loved it when it hit home in my ass, though I'd taken a lot bigger.

Christa dropped to her knees next to me. She was watching the cock in my ass, close up. Then she reached in to slide a finger up next to the dildo as it fucked me.

"It's so warm!" she whispered. "Get up. I want you to fuck me."

I turned the machine off & stood. I took Christa's hand, & led her up to my room. She laughed when she saw my frilly room, & called me a sissy as she stroked my cock.

"I"ll show you a sissy," I growled, pushing her toward the bed.

"Eat me first," she said.

I buried my face in her folds, & licked up her fluids until she called me up to suckle her tits. Her hands flew to grip my breasts as soon as they were within reach.

"Put it in me," she whispered, as her grip was like iron on my tits.

I reached down to guide my cock into her. I rubbed it on her clit, & she sighed. I kept teasing her with the tip until she yanked hard on my tits.

"Fuck me," she growled.

I pushed into her, & felt a pussy for the first time in over a month. It was so smooth! So warm & inviting! So soft!

"Ah, this is much better than that dildo," she whispered. "Fuck me, bitch!"

Our eyes were locked. Her hands never left my breasts as I fucked her, harder & harder.

"I'm gonna cum," I whispered.

"YES! Give it to me, bitch! Fuck me, slut! Gimme that juice!"

She was really into getting my cum, & I gave it to her, as deeply as I could squirt it. Her hands were all over my tits as I shuddered within her. I came for a long time, it seemed.

As I slipped off my peak, she grinned at me.

"That feels so good," she whispered. "Don't you love it when you feel that cock splashing inside you?"

I nodded, having felt something similar, when Rachael & Bob fucked my ass.

"I'd love to see you get fucked," she whispered into my ear, "by a really big cock. And then watch as the cum leaks out of your ass. You have a beautiful ass, you know."

I blushed, pressed up against her.

"So which do you like more, men or women?"

"Women, definitely."

My cock slid out of her pussy just then, & we both shuddered in post-coital bliss.

"Really? But you said you love to feel that cum in your ass."

"I do, but I'm not gay, & I never even really thought of myself as bi. Everything you've seen, I've been made to do. None of this is my choice."

"But you love having these tits, don't you," she teased, feeling them up again.

"Yeah, I guess, It's quite a different sensation, looking like this, dressing like this. Doing these things. But I get embarrassed a lot. I mean, a man isn't supposed to be like this, is he?"

"So you aren't a man, anymore. I like you like this!" She pulled my tits up & suckled at them. " I want to fuck you, now."

I rolled off of her.

"Let me get my purse. I have a toy for us in there."

I lay back on the bed, & my mind wandered. This was all so surreal. I seemed to be surrounded by women & men who preferred me to look like this, who wanted to fuck my ass, which felt really good to me. I was ashamed that it felt good. I was ashamed that I was starting to like it.

Christa re-entered the room. Around her hips was a flesh-colored strap, holding up a ten inch, lifelike cock. I gasped when I saw it.

"Look what I have for you, Sweetie!"

"Oh my god! That thing is HUGE!"

"Yeah, but I'll bet you can take it to my balls, right, slut?"

"All I can do is try, m'lady."

I was getting onto my hands & knees, when she stopped me with a slap to my ass.

"No, whore! I want to see your eyes when I push it in. I want to see your expression when it hits home in your asshole! On your back, wench, & grab your ankles! You're in for a rough ride!"

I lay back, & grabbed my ankles, & pulled my legs up high for her. She took some lube & rubbed it along her prodigious length. It glistened in the dim light of the bedroom, bobbing obscenely at me as she stepped up to the bed, & climbed on to her knees.

I wasn't too concerned about the size. It looked to be about the same length as my largest dildo, but thinner. I sighed as it brushed against my hole.

"I know you love this," she whispered. "I wanted to fuck you the first time I saw you getting fucked on the dance floor. I'll bet over half the bar wanted you, then!"

She was pressing it into me, now, & I, for my part, was cooperating fully, enjoying everything she was doing.

"Do you like my cock?"

"I love your cock," I responded.

"Tell me you want it."

"Give it to me," I panted. "I want every inch you can give me! Fuck me with your big dick. Oh my god! It's so big!...Yes!...More!...Fuck me!"

"This is how I want to milk you next time," she grinned into my face,"with my cock balls deep in your ass & your tits in my face!"

She was fucking me, now, going deeper & deeper with each stroke. I reached down to cup her ass cheeks in my hands, & I pulled her all the way into me, my legs locking around her waist.

"Fuck me hard!"

Suddenly, she stopped. I was wagging my ass, begging her to fuck me, but she pulled it out!

I pleaded for more. Then, I felt her fingers at my ass. My eyes widened as she slid four fingers into me, up to her thumb.

"Oh my god!"

"Yeah, bitch! You're gonna take my whole hand in your ass, again. You liked that, didn't you?"

"Please," I whimpered.

I could feel her hand changing into a cone shape, as she fit her thumb in the middle of her fingers & pressed it all into my wide open ass. Her eyes were glued to my own. I didn't want to do this, but I couldn't stop it, & I knew it. I gazed into her eyes as she slipped her entire hand into my ass. Then, I felt her fold it into a fist within me, & she started to pump it back & forth, going even deeper within my stretched out ass.

"Mel says she wants to do this with me, Sweetie," Christa grinned into my face. "Just imagine BOTH of our hands inside this ass. We'll totally own you, won't we?"

All I could do was groan helplessly as she had her way with me.

"Maybe Charlene will want to fit her hand in here, too! You're gonna be the ultimate ass tart. A true 'fuck-me queen!' Wouldn't you like that, Sweetie-pie?"

My head was nodding, but I couldn't speak. She was getting rougher in my ass, but I was liking it. Every thrust & pull in my ass was making my tits wobble on my chest. I looked down to watch them, & the feeling was overwhelming.

"Yeah, just look at those tits! Does it feel good when they bounce like this, Sweetie?"

"Yeah," I mumbled, my eyes were locked onto them as they swayed up & down with her every thrust.

She slowly pulled her hand out of me, & ordered me onto my knees.

I eagerly got into position, & thrilled when her hand touched me back there again.

"Beg for it, Sweetie," she whispered.

"Fuck me," I groaned. "Put it in me. Please fuck my ass."

"You're gonna take it up to my elbow, this time, you fucking cow," she growled.

I blushed, yet pushed back onto her hand as it returned to my depths. She was fucking me again, but seemed determined to make me take even more than before, & it started to hurt.

"Please, ma'am," I cried, "Slower, please!"

"You're almost there, Sweetie. I'm almost up to my elbow. Do you want it all or not?"

"I do!" I cried helplessly. "I do! Fuck me, but please don't hurt me!"

She pressed her fist in until I imagined it would come out of my mouth. I could hardly catch my breath. Then, finally, she leaned forward, kissing my back, & I could feel her bicep in my ass crack!

"That's it, Sweetie," she crowed. "You took it like a champ! Now, I want you to jerk off for me!"

I reached down, but my cock was soft. I started to play with it, but it just wouldn't get hard. Christa was flexing her hand, & twisting it around in my ass. It felt so amazing, but I couldn't seem to get hard. I whimpered in my frustration.

"Aw, Sweetie! Can't you get it up?"

"No, Christa! I'm so sorry," I wanted to cry.

"Don't worry about it, girl. It would really surprise me if you could, your first couple of times. Later, when we get you used to this, you'll be able, so don't worry your pretty little head over it. One thing's for sure," she laughed as her hand started to pull out.

"What's that?"

"One day, you'll be able to take two real cocks up your ass. You'll be just like a real porn queen! Like a real three-holer!" She laughed as her hand slowly popped out my poor abused asshole. "Just imagine what you'll look like, with a cock in your mouth, while you ride another, & a third pumps into you from behind! That's gonna be so fucking HOT!"

I fell forward onto the bed. I could feel cool air on my insides, & knew I was still gaping open, & that she could see it.

"Oh! Look at that," Christa whispered. "Your asshole is still open for business!"

She slapped my ass, then, & I clenched it tight.

"You really are an ass tart, aren't you?"

"I guess I am," I marveled.

She laid down next to me, stroking my back.

"So, were you thinking about all those cocks, Sweetie, when I fisted you?"

"Yeah," I whispered.

"Pretty hot idea, isn't it?"

"It's a fine fantasy, Christa, but I don't really want to be fucked by men. I'm not queer."

"You aren't a man, either, dear," she laughed. "Not anymore!"

I buried my face in the pillows, but she was having none of that.

"Get your ass up, Sweetie! Admit what you are. Look me in the eye & tell me what an ass-fucking slutty big-titted cow you are!"

I looked over my shoulder at her in amazement. Did she really want to hear that from my own lips?

"Tell me what you are, bitch!" She slapped my ass, hard.

I slowly rolled over, with tears welling up in my eyes.

"Up on your knees, Sweetie! Spread your legs wider! Now, hold out your tits to me, & tell me what you are & what you like."

I assumed the position she had ordered from me. My legs were shaking as I spoke.

"I'm just an ass-slut. A cow with big tits. I love to be fucked in my ass, & I love my big tits. I want everyone to fuck me & suck on my nipples. I want men to cum on my tits, & to fuck my ass. I want women to strap on big dildos & fuck me in my ass, because I'm such an ass-slut. Is that what you wanted to hear me say?"

"It's a good start. Tell me how you like to dress."

"I like to dress up like a slut, & show off my big tits to everyone. I like short skirts that can be pulled up for a good ass-fucking. I like to have my cock & tits sucked when I get fucked in my ass. I love your whole hand up inside me, too. I also like it when you suck the milk out of my big tits." I sniffed, the tears rolled down my cheeks. "Are you happy, now? I said it! I'm a cow & a slut who likes to dress up & get fucked in my ass all the time."




Sweetie Ch. 08



"Look at that! You're ready for a milking, Sweetie!"

I fell forward onto the bed, sobbing in my shame.

"Roll over, slut! I'm gonna fuck your hot little ass while I milk those fine titties!"

I rolled over, & spread my legs. She made me guide her strap on into my ass as she looked me in the eye.

"That's it, slut! You should be proud of the things you can do! Not many women could do all of this, you know, & even fewer men! Now, tell me how you want my cock."

"I want you to fuck me slow, while you suck the milk out of my tits," I began. "Put it in me. Give me that cock!"

"That's a girl! Show me that inner slut! You really like this, don't you?"

"I love it when you fuck my ass! Now, suck my tits! Take my milk! Fuck me & suck me!"

"Jerk yourself off while you talk to me, slut!" She bent & took my left nipple into her lips. It felt heavenly!

I gripped my cock, & started to stroke it as I spoke.

"Suck that milk out of me, Christa! Fuck my ass! God! That feels so good! Fuck me harder!"

She was slamming into my ass, now. Her lips were pulling my tit way out away from my chest. It was so intense that I found myself cumming all too soon as I watched her puling at my tit.

"Ah! I'm cumming! Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes! Suck those tits! Don't you fucking stop! Fuck me faster!"

I grunted like the fuck-pig I'd become. I took her every inch. I felt the pressure lessening in my breasts as she suckled. I'd finished cumming, but her thrusting didn't diminish one iota as she slammed into my butt. I found that I didn't mind at all.

I think she actually came as she fucked me, & that made me feel like I'd done something great for her. She slowed her thrusting until she finally stopped, holding her cock balls deep in my backside, as she slurped away at my tits until they stopped their flow.

"Oh, wow," she whispered at my chest. "That was good! I hope you liked that one, Charlene!" She called out over her shoulder, to the unseen cameras, I supposed.

I groaned as she pulled her cock out of my worn ass, & she picked herself up off of my sweaty form.

"Look at you," she grinned. "You're a total slut for cock, aren't you?"

"I'm a slut," I answered.

"That's what I like to hear. you cow!"

She laughed as I got my legs under me, & got off the bed.

"I have to work on dinner," I panted.

"Yes, a slutty cow's work is never done, right?"

I looked at her curiously. She seemed to be awfully caught up in my total humiliation.

"That's right," I said. "I'm a cow & a slut, & now I have to be a cook, too."

She slapped my ass.

"Then you'd better get to it, bitch!"

I left her there, resting, as I dragged my over-fucked self into the kitchen, where I finished the dinner preparations, & set the table.



Sweetie Ch. 09



I took a quick shower, then finished the meal preparations just as Charlene called out her famous "Honey, I'm home!"

That was when I realized that I'd neglected to dress myself again, & I stood in her kitchen totally naked as I worked.

She walked in, & her eyes took in my nudity as I set the roast on the table.

"Sweetie! Did Christa come today?"

"About 4 or 5 times, m'lady," I cracked, before remembering my place. "I'm sorry, ma'am. Yes, she's upstairs in my room, resting."

"I was wondering why you would be out of uniform," she chided me. "You look like you've had a good time."

"It was very nice, ma'am," I said. "I'll go get her, & get myself ready to serve."

"I think you'll do nicely, dressed as you are. Well...perhaps you should put on some heels, anyway."

"As you wish, m'lady."

Charlene went to change clothes, & I went & quickly donned my heels, before gently waking Christa, who'd fallen asleep in my bed.

"Oh!" she moaned, "I could have slept through the night! You look perky!"

She tweaked my nipples & rose from the bed. She tossed on her blouse & skirt, leaving off her underwear, & stepped into her shoes before coming with me downstairs to the set table.

Charlene was there, already, & the meal's aromas had me drooling in hunger. As I was filling the wine glasses, Charlene noticed that hair was growing in my armpits again. I'd been very careful about shaving my face throughout this ordeal, as it simply wouldn't do to have a 5 o'clock shadow poking through my make up, destroying the illusion that I was truly female. Somehow, I'd missed the hair coming back on my body.

"I can set up an appointment for her at Tansy's, Charlene," Christa chimed in. "This doesn't have to be a problem again."

"Well, thank you, Christa," Charlene seemed pleased. "I think that's a great idea."

I served the roast & vegies, & Charlene had me sit on my dildo to eat with them. It dawned on me that I had no idea what Tansy's was, & so I asked.

"Tansy's is a great place, Sweetie," Christa answered. "They fix it so you don't need to shave anymore. It's laser hair removal, & it's permanent."

"Oh!" I sat there on my rubber cock, thinking about what it might feel like to be totally hair free for life. I mean, I WAS supposed to be able to return to my manhood after 6 months...yet, I liked the feeling of having my skin so bare. I decided to think about it before worrying about it, but it bothered me just the same.

Charlene was smiling at me. I think she expected me to take some sort of action, to shout about any further destruction of my manhood, but seemed pleased that I hadn't.

We ate, & the conversation was lively. Christa bragged about how I had taken her fist again this afternoon. Charlene asked about my trip to the store.

I told them about the cabbie, but there wasn't really anything else to report, as it had all gone pretty smoothly.

"So," teased Christa, "are you going to call Joe for your next ride? Hmmm?"

"I told you, Christa! I'm not gay!"

"Yeah, & I told you," she challenged me. "You aren't a man anymore!"

I blushed at that, & she looked like the cat who'd swallowed the canary.

"Sweetie! You're dripping!"

Charlene's words made me look to my breasts, & somehow, sure enough, I'd missed the telltale signs of my impending lactation, as I had joined in this conversation. I excused myself, & went to get my breast pumps.

"Let's move this into the living room," Charlene suggested.

There, of course, I had to ride that huge dildo as I pumped my milk into the little cups, holding them up to my tits as the machine relentlessly fucked my ass. Charlene had some fun, speeding it up, & slowing it down, & making it vibrate, as I sat there helplessly feeling the fake organ rising & falling in my ass.

"I love to watch your tits jiggle, Sweetie," she laughed.

"I'll bet you never thought you'd hear that from anyone," Christa laughed.

"Yeah, that's for sure," I chuckled.

I sat there for the entire half hour, until my tits stopping delivering milk.

"Look at those NIPS," Christa exclaimed when I pulled my nipples from the little sucking machines. "Damn, girl! You could cut glass with them things!"

I sat on the Sybian & palmed them gently. They seemed hard as rocks in my palms.

"I think they're getting a lot bigger," I said.

"That was the plan," Charlene laughed. I want everyone to look at them, just like you used to ogle me all the time."

I hung my head as I gripped my tits tighter, in shame.

"Up with you, Sweetie! I want to see your newest talent, first hand!"

I looked at Charlene, knowing what she was talking about. She wanted to fist fuck me! It shouldn't be too uncomfortable, at this point, since I'd already had Christa's hand in my ass twice, & the dildo I was sitting on was easily as thick as Charlene's wrist. Still, it seemed especially embarrassing to open my ass up to her, for some reason, after our history to date.

I rose up off the dildo slowly, until its thick head oozed out of my ass. I noticed that it didn't pop when it came out, probably because I'd been so stretched out on this day.

I stood before Charlene, blushing, awaiting her next order.

"Let's all go to your room, Sweetie. It's a more intimate atmosphere, & I want you to feel more comfortable when I do this."

I wondered at Charlene's words. She seemed almost tender to me. Did she have feelings for me? My mind was in a fog as I swayed my big ass in front of them all the way up the stairs.

"I love that ass," Christa harshly whispered as I walked.

"Me, too," said Charlene.

I looked over my shoulder at her & blushed at her words.

Entering my bedroom, I asked them how they wanted me.

"Get on your back, Sweetie," Charlene whispered. "I want to see your face when it goes in."

My eyes wide, I laid on my back, & spread my legs wide for them.

"She's such an easy slut, isn't she?" Christa giggled, settling into an overstuffed chair next to the bed.

Charlene chucked, & reached for the bottle of lubricant on my end table. She poured a glob onto her palm, & spread it over my open ass, as I lifted my legs for her easier access. Her fingers dipped into me, & I sighed. My hands wrapped around my legs, holding myself up & open to her.

Her eyes never left my own as she easily slipped four fingers up my ass. Then, she pulled them out, forming that cone shape, as she tucked her thumb into them, & began to press it all into me. She backed off whenever she felt resistance, but kept pumping it into me time & again, until her hand finally popped into my anus.

She smiled at me, then, as she formed her hand into a fist inside my inner sphincter, & started to fuck me with her arm.

"Wow! How much can you take?"

"She took my hand up to the elbow, awhile ago," Christa answered. "I'll bet she can take even more!"

With that, Christa joined us on the bed. Her hands went to the lube, & she poured more on Charlene's arm as it plumbed my depths. Then, I gasped to feel her fingers trying to enter me alongside Charlene's arm.

"No! Please, no more!" I whimpered.

Charlene pulled out until only her fist was still in my stretched out hole, & Christa stuck three fingers in there, & wriggled them around, as Charlene plunged her hand back into me.

"What a slut!" Charlene exclaimed.

Then, to my utmost surprise, she bent down & took my cockhead into her lips.I could feel my sperm oozing out of my cock, but there was no orgasm, as she pressed her fist onto my prostate.

She lifted her head, & let the cum dribble out of her mouth, onto my breasts.

"Now, you see? There's more than one way to milk this slut," she laughed.

Christa pulled her fingers out of me, then. Charlene took her time working her hand out of my ass. My opening gaped at them, & they talked about it as they ran their fingers around the rim of my hole.

"Sweetie," Christa said,"Get up on your knees, & tell us who & what you are."

I flushed a deep red, my anger rising, but I was too exhausted, & too beaten, to say or do anything but what she had ordered.

Rising slowly to my knees, I repeated the pose I'd had for her, earlier, holding up my tits as if I was offering them to one & all.

"Rub the cum into your tits as you tell us what you are," Charlene whispered.

My hands worked on their own, smearing my wet cum onto my tits as I spoke in a little girl voice.

"I'm your slut. I'm a cow that loves to have her big tits milked. I love cocks in my ass. I love it best when a woman fucks me. I love cum in my ass. I like to dress in slutty clothes that show off my big tits & ass. I love short skirts that can be flipped up so I can be fucked. I love going out without underwear, so anyone who wants to can easily fuck my ass. I want my tits sucked while I get fucked. I want my cock sucked while I'm fucked, too. I'm a big-titted fuck cow who needs to cum all the time. I love to eat pussy & suck cock & take anything & everything up my hot slutty ass."

I lifted my breast, & I licked my cum off it as best I could.

"I want you to fuck me. I love your hand in me. I like to look good so that I can be fucked as often as I can get it. I'm a slutty cow who needs cock & toys & pussy & tits all the time, using my body. I'm only here to be fucked & sucked & to give you milk."

By then, my eyes were running with tears.

"Nice! So you're just a fuck pig, eh?" Charlene was getting into my humiliation.

"Yes, I'm a fuck pig, too. Suck my titties."

Both women guffawed at that one, & Christa bent & took a nipple in her lips.

"You're learning your lessons well, Sweetie," Charlene said. "Six months of this & you'll be a whole new girl!"

My heart was in my throat as I thought of having to say these things, having to do these things, over & over for 6 whole months. how far was she going to take it all? Would I even be ME when all was said & done. I didn't feel much like me, already. I was changing, being turned into this slutty bimbo whose only worth was in her flesh. I hated the idea, but my body seemed to like it all, as I looked down to see my cock growing yet again at the thought of becoming this hot looking shemale slut that they seemed to want me to be.

Rising to her feet, Charlene turned to look at me, still sitting there on my spread knees, holding up my tits.

"I'm going out, Sweetie. Be nice to Christa. Bob said he might stop by, so you'll have to be nice to him, too. Have fun, girls!"

I fell onto the bed on my belly.

"I can't do anymore, today, Christa," I moaned. "You have fucked me out."

"Then I guess I'll be going, too, Sweetie."

"No! Don't leave me here with him! I'm not queer! Please stay!"

"Sweetie, I don't do men. In fact, yours is the first cock I've touched since I was twelve!"

I looked deeply into her eyes, & saw the truth in her eyes.

"I hate men, Sweetie. I was raped by four guys when I was just twelve years old. They made me do everything I've seen you do, & I guess that's why I'm so attracted to you, even though you seem to LIKE all of it. I know you're being made to do it. I know you're a man, so sometimes I might seem a little...I don't know what...with you. But I really like the way you look, & I love how you have milk in your tits. I can watch people being fucked my men, but I can't bring myself to do it with them."

"Then you'll stay? And watch me? Help me along?"

"If you really want me to, sure. Just don't expect me to touch him or anything." She smiled, then. "It really does excite me to watch a man fucking, though, especially if he has a big one, you know?"

"Then you'll love Bob. He has a 9 inch cock, that's thick as your wrist!"

"Mmm! I'll bet you really love that in your hot little ass, don't you?"

"It feels really good, especially when he cums in me, but I'd rather be fucked by you any day of the week!"

"Well, let's get you dolled up for his cock, Sweetie! I can't wait to see this!" She seemed to brighten up, after her confession, at the mental image of me being fucked raw by Bob's horse cock.

She touched up my make up, & I gasped at the slut I saw in the mirror. She made me put on my corset & stockings, too, & rouged my nipples. Then she sprayed me with just a touch of perfume. Finally, she blew a bit of glitter onto my big breasts. I looked in the mirror to see a vision of fuckable pulchritude, as she touched up my wig.

Just then, the doorbell rang, & I blushed at the anticipation of having Bob see me like this...having him touch me...& more.

She grinned, saying, "Showtime, Sweetie!"

We tripped down the stairs, & she stood back to watch Bob's reaction as I threw open the door in my bare loveliness.

Bob just stood there, staring at my tits, for a few moments.

"I'm up here, Bob," I grinned.

"Yeah, you are! Damn you look good, Sweetie!"

"Why, thank you, sir," I batted my eyelashes at him...my very thick, very long false eyelashes.

He took my hand as he entered, & I introduced him to Christa.

"Hello, Christa," he said, taking her hand.

I took him into the living room, & Christa told him that she was 'just here to watch.'

"That's fine," he said. "I don't mind an audience."

His hands were on my ass, & then he pulled me in for a deep tongue kiss, which had me startled.

"So where's Charlene?"

"She went out, she didn't say where. She said you were coming, & that I should entertain you," I whispered with a deep blush.

I looked to Christa. Her eyes were beaming at me as if she were very proud of the slut I was becoming. My mind swam with the possibilities.

"Let me see you, Sweetie! Turn around for me, love."

I stood in front of him as he sat in the recliner by the Sybian, & spun on my 5 inch heels. Then I turned more slowly, & wagged my ass at him as I turned it his way. As I spun to face him, I shook my big boobies his way. He seemed thrilled at my little show, & patted his lap for me to sit there.

I sat my big ass on his lap, & he asked me if I'd like to show him how the machine worked, again.

"Okay," I said, as cheerfully as I could muster, for Christa's sake.

I found the largest dildo, & popped it onto the stem of the Sybian. I lubed it up, & thumbed the remote until it disappeared into the barrel, before swinging my leg over it like I was mounting a horse. Then I hit the remote again, & felt it touch my sore hole. It entered me once again with ease. I rose up on my knees so that Bob could watch as the machine pushed that huge toy up inside me. I began to pant.

"Come here, Bob," I said, for Christa's sake, once again. "Let me taste you!"

I knew she was on the sofa, watching the proceedings. She would enjoy my acting like a porn queen, I thought to myself. Bob certainly seemed to like it! His cock was rock hard before he even stood to walk around in front of my painted lips, straddling the Sybian.

His cock was out for us to see. I thought it was especially impressive as I tried to swallow it, unsuccessfully, of course. His hands went to my head, & he guided me, fucking my mouth with his eyes closed. I looked right up at him, wanting him to look at my slutty face as I sucked him. I was trying my very best to be the slut that Christa seemed to want me to be, & it was very liberating not to have to feel embarrassed, to give myself with total abandon, to this man with such a large, ass-fulfilling cock.

He started to flex in my mouth, & I pulled away, squeezing his cock so it wouldn't cum just yet.

"Not here, Bob," I whispered, panting as my ass was plundered by the machine between my thighs. "I want to feel you shooting in my ass!"

"Aw, hell, yeah!" he exclaimed.

I reluctantly pulled my ass of the dildo, & led him to my room.

Bob slapped my ass on the way up the steps, & I giggled girlishly as I ran ahead of him to my room. Christa followed us silently & closely, & sat in the chair by the bed, & watched as Bob hugged me tight, before tossing me back onto the bed where Christa & Charlene had had me just hours before.

"Roll over & get on your knees," Bob rasped at me.

I got up on my knees, presenting him with my greased ass. I'm sure my hole looked an angry red, from all the fucking & fisting I'd had thus far, this day, but I didn't care. I wanted to give Christa a good show.

Bob climbed up behind me, &, without any foreplay, stuffed his big cock into my ass, slowly & gently. I squealed & wagged my backside at him as he bottomed out in my hot ass. I squeezed him with my sphincter muscles when he hit bottom, & begged him to fuck me & fill me with his cum.

Bob, however, was in no hurry. He started fucking me very slowly. It was agonizingly slow, in fact, & I found myself wanting to hurry him up. I started to rock on him, until he gave up & just stood there on his knees, & allowed me to fuck myself on his monstrous member.

I began to really hammer myself onto him, so I could feel his balls hit my own. I was panting & begging him to fuck me over & over at this point. It seemed that, by acting the part of the hot-assed slut, I became her. I became frantic to feel his cum spurt into me. I reached down & played with his balls as I humped back onto him. Eventually, my enthusiasm became contagious. I looked over to see Christa, with her hands in her crotch, her eyes glazed as they watched me. Bob, too, seemed to pick up the vibes I was putting off, & started thrusting harder into my hot little butt.

"Fuck...me...I...want...to...feel...your...cum...in...my...ass," I pleaded. With every syllable, I was slamming my hindquarters into his crotch, & thrilling to the feel of his balls hitting my own.

Bob could only take so much. I felt him begin to thrust faster, then, he gripped my hips, & his cock flew within me. I'm sure the vision that Christa was enjoying was a blur as he pushed himself to his peak within me. Then, with an iron grip on me hips, he pulled me tight to him, & shot his cum into me. It felt so good to have his hot load spurting with every flex of his cock. I felt his cum bathe the walls of my bowels, & I was still wagging my ass at him, when he fell onto my back.

"Mercy!" he laughed as his cock stopped its flexing, its fountain of cum.

"No mercy," I cried. "Give me more cum!"

He chuckled, saying, "Sorry, Sweetie, that's all I have!"

I looked to Christa, seeing her shaking as her hand pulsed in her pussy.

"Christa!" I called. "Put it on & fuck me!"

"No, Sweetie," she said. "I think you've had enough for today!"

"Not enough! Never enough! Come fuck me! I NEED it!"

So, she donned her strap on, as Bob's cock shrank & fell out of me. He moved aside, then sat in the chair she'd vacated, as she walked on her knees up behind me.

"Fuck me, Christa," I begged.

I swooned as her cockhead entered my ass. I wiggled my ass at her, then she began to fuck me in earnest. Bob just sat there, his eyes wide as he watched us two women going at it just feet away from his view.

"Take it, you cockslut," she cried, slamming her cock into my bottom. "Tell Bob what you are!"

"I'm a cockslut," I called out. "I'm a fucking cow with milk in my big tits. I need cum in my ass. I need to be fucked & sucked. Bob! Come suck me!"

To my amazement, Bob lifted his frame off the chair, & climbed onto the bed. Before I realized what he was intending, he had his lips wrapped around my cockhead. I thrilled to his sucking.

"Yeah! Suck my cock, Bob! Fuck my ass, Christa! Oh my god I'm cumming!"

I held Bob's face in place as I pumped my seed into his mouth. I refused to let him go as he tried to pull away.

"Take my cum, Bob! Pump my cum into his mouth, Christa!"

She did her very best. It seemed that she, too was cumming, as she jerked & spasmed at my back door. Her teeth sank into my shoulder, & I could feel her breasts on my back, which only made me cum that much harder. Finally, I fell forward, allowing Bob to slip off my cock. Christa followed me down, her cock firmly lodged in my butt. Then, the most amazing thing occurred.




Sweetie Ch. 09



My ass seemed to clamp down on her dildo. It was like a cramp. I couldn't speak. I couldn't move. I groaned in pain. Christa tried to pull the cock out of my ass, but it seemed locked in place. I started to cry, as I tried to pull off the strap on.

"Don't panic, Sweetie," Christa whispered.

She extricated herself from the strap on, but it stayed firmly stuck up my ass. She tried to pull it out, but I screamed when she pulled on it.

"No! Leave it in there! God it hurts!"

Bob, for his part, seemed genuinely concerned. In his place, I probably would have been laughing my ass off, thinking it over, later. He went downstairs to get me a stiff drink.

As I moaned on my belly, Bob returned with a bottle of scotch.

"Here, Sweetie! Take a big old swig of this."

I took the bottle & upended it, swallowing as much as I could, as fast as I could. Christa was massaging my back, trying to get me to relax. Bob offered me a valium, & I took it gratefully, washing it down with another huge swig of the bottle.

Then, all that could be done was to wait for the pill & the booze to kick in. In less than three minutes, I felt my ass loosen up, & I reached back & slowly pulled the huge cock out of my ass. I felt a bit woozy at this point, but very thankful at their combined efforts to help me in my plight.

"Oh my god! Thank you so much," I whimpered. My legs felt like jelly, & my ass was on fire, as Christa rubbed some of that cream into it.

"Wow, honey," Christa whispered. "I've never seen anything like that. Do you feel better yet?"

"Much," I slurred.

"Honey, I'm home," we heard from downstairs.

There were footsteps on the stairs, & soon Charlene was peeking into my room. When she saw how everyone was acting, her face wore a mask of concern.

"What happened?"

"I think I got a leg cramp in my ass," I giggled.

Everyone laughed at that, & Christa related what happened.

"Wow! We can't have that! You will have to rest for a week or so, Sweetie," Charlene said. I was touched by the concern in her voice.

Bob expressed his relief that I seemed to be okay. He kissed me, dressed, & left me to the tender mercies of my two caretakers. I felt very coddled as they put a warm wet washcloth on my ass, & Christa continued to massage my back.

Soon, I was swooning asleep. Christa stayed with me, putting on my breast pumps every two hours, massaging me, taking such good care of me that I felt truly special.

At one point in the night, I gave her the giggles when I said, "I'll bet Bob's glad that I didn't lock down on his cock! He'd have been stuck, for sure!"

She sucked my milk then, & I fell asleep with her purring at my chest, puling on my tit. 



Sweetie Ch. 10



My sore little butt saw no action for many days. Charlene made sure that I was rubbing the cream into it often.

Four days after 'the incident of the locked up asshole,' as I thought of it, Charlene told me, over breakfast, that I was scheduled to go to Tansy's for my laser treatment, at noon the following day. I tried not to let my face show any concern. I knew that I would go through with this, for her, or maybe for myself.

"You mustn't shave anything today or tomorrow, Sweetie," she said. "It'll be better if they can see where they need to work."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Thank you for doing this, Sweetie," her eyes met mine, & the look in them told me that she was truly happy at my decision.

"I think we can start up your stretching regimen again," she said, holding up that feather duster butt plug.

I stood, & bent over for her, as she eased it into my passage. My four days of respite from anal action had served me well, I thought, as it popped itself into place.

"Mel can't drive you to the salon, Sweetie, so you might want to call up your friend, Joe, to take you tomorrow."

I felt the blood leaving my face as I thought of that lecherous gay guy.

"How about Kathy, or Christa?"

"Kathy's working, dear. I hadn't thought of Christa. I'll give you her number, so you can call her & ask her."

She wrote Christa's number on one of her cards, & left for work.

I went about my normal duties, & by lunch time, I decided to call Christa to see if she'd be able to take me to the salon.

Yeah," she said when I asked. "I think it'd be a fun way to pass the time...taking you to the doctor's office & sitting on my ass waiting for you to get worked over. Can't wait!"

"Um...sorry? It's either you or Charlene wants me to call the gay cabbie. I think you'd be a lot more fun to be around."

"Uh huh. That's because you're just so scared of doing men by yourself. It's going to happen one way or the other, Sweetie. Maybe I should just stay home & let it happen."

"Uh...I'd really rather you didn't. Please? I just don't fancy him."

"Oh my god listen to yourself, girl," she laughed. Then, she mimicked my tone, as she said " 'I just don't fancy him' How gay do you want to sound? I think that's, like, number 3 on my list of the gayest shit I've heard all day!"

"Aw, hell, Chrith-ta! I can lithp a lot better than that, you know!"

"Oh, work it, you fucking cow! I"ll see you in about an hour."

I took another shower, looking at the clock, & realized that she'd once again timed her arrival just in time to milk my big ol' udders (in keeping with the spirit of the cow theme). I was actually looking forward to not having to shave my face anymore, & waxing seemed like some form of corporal punishment.

The first thing Christa wanted to do when she got there was to milk my tits the 'old fashioned way,' by pulling on my teats like I was a cow. It was sort of funny, yet still rather humiliating, to have her tugging on my nubbins like that, with my milk spraying all over.

I cleaned it up after she had sipped the last of it all from my breasts, & we took off for the doctor's office.

After I had filled out the proper forms, we sat in the waiting room, whispering about this other lady in there who was probably a stripper. I guessed she was in for the permanent brazilian, but Christa said she most likely had a hairy back, which put me in a fit of coughing laughter.

The nurse's assistant came out & called my name.

Christa said, "Get this sasquatch bitch in there & fix her hairy back."

I was giggling my ass off as I went out of the waiting room.

I thought that this would be a one-time thing. I was wrong. It turns out that they had to schedule four more appointments, before I was totally hair-free from my nose to my toes. They also reworked my eyebrows, & removed all the hair from the back of my neck, too.

Evidently, Christa had a pretty good 'in' with the establishment,because she got them to complete it all within two weeks.

During this time. Melissa & Rachael had also come over, & increased my bra size until I had a truly awesome bust line, wearing a 40JJ bra, when my heavy breasts weren't on display on the shelf of my corsets. The corsets had reduced my waist to a mere 26 inches, as well. My ass was a bulbous 44, & as Melissa had promised, stuck out 'like a back porch.'

It was coming up on Memorial Day weekend, & Charlene seemed especially cheery. She had a week's vacation coming up, & said she had some special plans for the upcoming week.

Of course, I was a little apprehensive about it all. "Special," to Charlene, usually meant something approaching "traumatic," for me.

I was now into my ninth week of servitude, & I was somewhat happy that I hadn't been totally broken in my mind as a man. The changes that had been made, though, were so drastic that I began to wonder if I'd ever be able to truly go back to being the person I used to think I was.

I awoke that Friday morning at 4 AM. I got up, noticing that my sleep patterns were totally fucked up, but, other than that, I seemed to be coping. I was waking every two to three hours to milk my huge udders, & sleeping with these things was a whole new experience. The only way I could really sleep, was with one arm up under my head, while the other was tucked away between my breasts.

I had become quite acquainted with the corset, & could get into it all by myself, & still attach my stockings to the garter straps. I was very used to 5 inch heels on all my shoes, too. The hairless globes of my ass were constantly rubbing together with some lube between them, making my ass sway seductively with every step.

I'd been fucked by Bob & Rachael several times, by now, & found that I loved the shot of cum deep in my bowels, although lately they had taken to shooting their juice on my big tits, which was very pretty, when I saw it in a mirror or on any of the innumerable recordings that Charlene kept showing me as I sat on the Sybian, Charlene had taken to fucking my ass more often, as well. She seemed to love hearing me beg for her to cum in my ass. Christa was almost a fixture in the household, & could be found pawing at my chest or ass, & sometimes even my cock, almost daily. Kathy had come back a few times, & had fucked me every time she was there. Melissa finally got to fist-fuck my ass, last week, & seemed to enjoy it as much as I did.

As I served her breakfast, Charlene seemed about to bubble over in some sort of anticipation of events to come.

"I can't wait until tomorrow, Sweetie," she gushed over her meal. "You are going to be so surprised!"

I was eating her pussy as she ate her breakfast, something she'd taken a liking to. this last week. I raised my head, & asked her what was so exciting.

"I won't tell you," she said. "It'd ruin the surprise! But trust me, you're gonna love it!"

Later, as I cleaned up in the nude, she would come up behind me & stroke her fingers between my ass cheeks, taunting me, while keeping me lubed. She took off for work, & I was left to wonder what was coming my way over the weekend.

After she left, I was wearing a light, almost see-through, floral-print summer dress in pink, with 5-inch heels on my sandals. My nails were perfect, as was my make up & blond wig. Under the dress, I wore an open-breasted bra that pushed my huge breasts together & up like an offering, & that tiny pouch that pulled my cock & balls forward, yet left my ass totally open for the two & a half-inch wide butt plug that was inserted.

The doorbell startled me out of my reverie as I mopped the kitchen floor. I put down the mop, & opened the door to find Kathy standing there with three other women.

"Hi," she said cheerfully as I opened the door. "I brought some friends over for coffee. I hope that's okay."

Knowing my place in this household, I could only answer, "Of course it's okay, Kathy," & I ushered them into the kitchen.

I didn't know these women, so it would be possibly off-putting to take them to the living room, where the Sybian sat like a testament to my mistress' more vulgar pursuits.

"This is Marie," Kathy introduced us. Marie was a housewife who looked to be in her forties. She was completely generic in appearance - mousy-brown, shoulder-length hair, standing at around five foot six or so, medium build, She seemed to be quite taken with me as I shook her hand, after starting the coffee.

"This is Pam." Pam was slightly heavy, around 35, with a good bust, strawberry-blond curly hair, & an odd fashion sense. She was very colorful in a multi-colored print blouse, with fire-red shorts. Her eyes seemed to lock onto my big bust as I shook her hand.

"I'm Heather," the next woman introduced herself aggressively. She was tall, at about five ten, with a thin frame & smallish breasts. Her light brown hair was so long it draped to her waist, which I thought was very unusual for a woman in her late thirties. She was covered in freckles, & wore no make up. Her hand lingered on my own when we shook.

"Nice to meet you all. What do you take in your coffee?"

"We aren't really here for coffee, you know, Sweetie," Kathy said, "but thank you for making it."

"Oh," I poured them all cups anyway, & took the creamer out of the refrigerator & put it on the table, "so, what can I do for you ladies?"

"We're here to check out what Charlene has done to you," Heather answered. "We've been told some rather interesting things about you, Sweetie. Is it true that you're a man?"

Her aggressive questioning startled me a bit. I felt immediately embarrassed, & could only nod my head as I blushed.

"Wow," said Marie. "I'd never have guessed."

"Look at her throat," said Pam. "She has a slight Adam's Apple."

"Well," Kathy grinned at me, "I'm sure that they'd like to see more, Sweetie. Why don't we go into the living room?"

I stood on shaking heels, & escorted my guests into the room with the Sybian in the corner.

"Oh my god," Pam gasped. "I've heard about these!"

My three new acquaintances all stood next to the machine. Marie held up the remote, &, thumbing the controls, watched with glee as the huge dildo rose out of the barrel.

"Jeeeeezus," she exclaimed. "Who handles this thing? It looks like it'd tear you apart!"

Kathy looked at me, slyly. I knew I was being set up to perform, but decided to play it dumb.

"Well, it takes some getting used to. I thought you were working today, Kathy," I said, trying to change the subject.

"Nah. I have the day off, so I thought I'd introduce you to our little club."

"Club?"

"Yep," Heather said. "We're the '4-W's.' That stands for "Wet, Wild, Wonderful Women' "

"Is this, like, a club exclusively for women?" I asked, hoping I'd have an out.

"Of course! No men allowed," Pam replied.

"Some of us like cocks, too, but this club is just for us girls," Kathy said.

"Well, since you all know what I am, I can't help but ask..."

"Oh! We're very interested in girls like you, Sweetie," Heather interrupted me. "We've heard about Melissa & Rachael, too. We hope we can bring them to a few meetings."

"So," I wondered, "what exactly is it that you do in your club?"

"We play," Marie laughed. "We talk about fixing men like Charlene fixed you, too. I really want to do this to my hubby when he retires."

"Marie!" Pam laughed, "George could never look this good!"

"True, but I think it might humble him a bit. He could use some humbling."

All the women laughed at that. There was a lot of chattering going on at once, & I was having a hard time keeping up. Questions were being fired at me rapidly, but before I could answer, another would be fired at me from someone else.

Pam walked up to me, & began to unbutton my dress from the top down. I could only stand helplessly as she opened the front of my dress, pushed it over my shoulders, then let it fall to the floor. I stood there with my hands at my sides, as I'd been taught by Rachael & Melissa, whenever anyone wanted to see me. My breasts stood out hugely from my chest, held up like a display for them to see. Pam's hands wandered over my tits, tweaking my nipples gently. She removed my bra, & played some more.

"I want to see some cock," Marie exclaimed, dropping to her knees at my side. Her nimble fingers started to pull away my little pouch, & soon it was at my feet, & my cock was rising in their sight.

"Oh, wow," Pam whispered. "This is so hot!"

Heather went behind me, feeling my ass. I felt her hands at my butt plug.

"What have we here?" She asked, tugging on it. "Turn around & show the girls what you've got here, Sweetie."

My eyes met Kathy's, as she sat in the recliner, grinning at me.I wondered what she was thinking. My cock was risen to its full length, now, & I gasped as Pam's hand held it, while her thumb was smearing my pre-cum around on the head of my cock.

Heather turned me around, & Pam let go. I was made to bend over, & Heather gently worked that huge plug out of my open ass.

"Looks like she'll survive the initiation, ladies," Marie laughed.

"Initiation?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"New girls have to take a fist in their cunts, Sweetie," Heather whispered hotly in my ear, "before they can become members in good standing."

"Yeah, they also have to take three cocks at once," Marie said. "That was my favorite part!"

"She's such a slut for cock," Heather said in a disgusted tone of voice.

"Yeah, well as I remember, you had a great time on those cocks, yourself," teased Pam. Turning to me, she added," She was cumming like gangbusters on them, & even jerked the one in her mouth all over her face & tits. She looked like such a porn queen the guys couldn't take it. They came way too quick, & she made them get it up & do it all again, by sucking their cocks until they could get it up for a second go."

"I was just trying to prove to myself that I could do it, you bitches," Heather laughed. "You know I prefer to be the fuck-ER rather than the fuck-EE!"

"It's true," Kathy said from her chair. "She wields a mean strap on!"

"And this hot round ass looks very very fuckable," Heather cooed, running her hands over my ass.

"Watch out, Sweetie! Once she gets going, she'll fuck you raw," Pam warned.

"Yeah, & she always wants to use a cock that's about three sizes too big for my little pussy," Marie whined.

"Aw, hell," Heather chuckled. "You better stop or you'll scare her off before I get a chance at her!"

I looked helplessly at Kathy, who was laughing into her cupped hand. She winked at me, & told Heather she should try out the Sybian.

"I dunno, Kathy," Heather replied. "You know I don't really like to be fucked all that much."

"Why not?" I asked her, wide-eyed. I couldn't imagine not wanting to feel something fucking me, after all the fucking I'd gotten over the last few weeks.

"It's just not my thing, Sweetie," she answered. "I'd much rather do the fucking. Do you remember what that was like, back in the days when you were a man?"

I dropped my head in shame, & nodded.

"Yeah, it was fun."

"Sometimes I think Heather should've been a man," Pam giggled.

"Me. too," laughed Kathy.

"Hey, I'll admit it. I wish I had a big ol' cock to fuck you all with," Heather laughed.

"But if you did, you couldn't be in the club," I suggested.

"Maybe not, but I'd sure find a way to fuck YOUR hot little ass, girl! Just LOOK at that thing!"

She stood back a little, staring at my ass. Then she smacked it hard.

"Hey," I said, "careful with the merchandise!"

"Merchandise," Heather laughed. "If you're selling, then I'm buying, bitch!"

She slapped my ass again.

"I want to ride the machine," Marie said, "but I don't think I can take that."

I went & got the 7 inch dildo, & held it up for her to see.

"Is this more along the lines of what you want, Marie?"

"Oh yeah! Can I try it out?"

I nodded, & put it on the stem of the machine. I took the remote, & waited until it was out of sight in the barrel.

"You'll have to take off your pants," I advised, & knelt to help her with her clothes.

I looked over my shoulder to see Heather kneeling between Kathy's legs, pulling her panties down from beneath her skirt. Kathy winked at me as Heather started licking her pussy, then she closed her eyes.

I helped Marie get onto the barrel of the Sybian. I reached down & played with her pussy, to make sure she was wet, before I started the motor, the dildo rising up to touch her lips.

Marie gasped, & leaned back to hold herself up with her hands behind her on the barrel of the Sybian.

"Lick her pussy," Pam told me. "Suck her clit while I fuck your ass."

I looked to see her stripping off her bright clothes. Her large breasts jiggling invitingly. I wanted to feel them on my back while I got fucked, so I got on my knees in front of Marie, & began to lick her folds as she gasped in pleasure.

I glanced back to see Pam putting on a nice 8 inch strap on dildo. She greased the length with some lube. The plug had me well-prepared for her cock, in fact, it almost seemed too small as she slid it up my ass effortlessly. I wagged my big ass at Pam, & she started fucking me, holding onto my hips as she did.

I upped my efforts at Marie's pussy, & was rewarded with her gushing screaming orgasm, as Pam's thrusts became more frantic. I could feel her tits brushing my back, now, & that always got me so hot. I wanted to jerk off my cock, but I held off, not knowing what else these women had in store for me.

Marie made me stop licking her, but wanted to keep fucking the Sybian. Pam started cumming in my ass. I could tell when she gripped me so hard it hurt, & was gasping as she went into spasms in my back door.

I looked up to see Kathy shuddering through her own peak as Heather held her face plastered to the V between the woman's thighs.

As she shuddered & came down, Heather lifted her glistening face & winked at me. My tits felt so heavy, hanging down from my chest, in this position. They almost hurt, just from their sheer weight, as they swayed & clapped together as Pam's thrusts slowed to a stop.

"Oh my god," Matie whispered. "This is heavenly!"

She kept her seat on the Sybian.

Heather pointed to the monster dildo I'd taken off the machine, & asked if I could really take all of it.

"To the balls," I answered proudly.

To my surprise, Heather went to her purse, & took out a strap on, & fitted the big dildo onto it. She shuddered her hips, making it sway at me, as she walked to my face & ordered me to lick it.

As I followed Heather's orders, Pam pulled out of my ass, letting her big tits brush against me as she did. Man, that got to me! I was wagging my ass again, without even realizing it.

"Look at this bitch in heat," Heather laughed. "She really likes to be fucked, doesn't she?"

"She sure does," Kathy said. "I've really enjoyed fucking that ass of hers."

"Lay on the coffee table, slut," Heather commanded. "I want to see your face while I fuck your pussy."

I crawled to the table, & climbed up onto it on my back. Heather lifted my legs.

"Hey! Look at this! Her tits are milking," Heather exclaimed.

No sooner was it said than I had Pam & Kathy suckling my breasts, as Heather slid that big cock into my waiting ass. I sighed in pleasure, remembering what Charlene had said to me, once. It really was just like coming home.

Heather grabbed my ankles & pulled them up over her shoulders. She was slamming into me, now. Far off in the distance, I could hear the phone ringing, but Marie's screams of joy were nearly drowning it out. Kathy let my nipple drop from her lips, & went to get the phone.

"Hey, hold up, girls," she called from the foyer. Charlene says she doesn't want Sweetie used up today. She has a big day tomorrow, so we'd better finish up & get going." She turned to the phone again, & I heard her say "Sorry, Charlene. I thought it would be cool to drop by with the girls....Yeah, okay...I understand. I'll get us on our way....Yeah, she looks great, Charlene! Okay, bye!"




Sweetie Ch. 10



Heather was holding the cock as far in me as she could, & had her hand up under the strap on, rubbing her clit until she came like that. Her eyes never left mine until she peaked, when she closed them tight. Eventually, she slumped down onto me, sucking the last of the milk from my tits.

"Oh, yeah, bitch," she growled into my breasts. "I've GOT to get you alone one day! It'll be something you'll never forget!"

"Quit scaring the help, Heather," Kathy chided. "Look, girls, we gotta go. Charlene's got some big plans for Sweetie this weekend, but she says we can come by next week, while she's on vacation, & ;play some more."

"Aw. hell," Heather complained. "I was just getting into this bitch's hot little bubble butt!"

"And I didn't even get a turn with her," Marie complained, as she rose from the Sybian.

"Yeah, well you look like you had a good time, anyway, you fucking whore wannabe," Heather laughed.

"Fuck you, Heather," Marie cried.

"If you're lucky," Heather responded. "But we can't do it here. Might as well pack up this little party & head to your house, Pam."

"Yeah, okay," Pam said.

Soon, they were kissing my tits as they went out the door. I felt strange as I put my plug back in my glistening ass. I'd never had anyone stop fucking me before, once they got started. I wanted more. I reached down & hefted my balls. They felt full. For the first time since I'd come to Charlene's, I had the urge to jack off. To distract myself, I went & cleaned all the dildos we'd used, & wiped down the Sybian.

Then I went in to make myself some lunch.

The phone rang again, & I answered it. It was Charlene, telling me to 'be good,' which I took to mean that I shouldn't jerk off.

"You'll need your energy tomorrow, Sweetie," she spoke softly into her cell phone. "I'm going to turn the 4W girls loose on you next week, when I can be there to have some fun, too."

"Um...okay."

In the meantime, why don't you get dressed, & go out for a little walk? It might get your mind off your hungry little ass for awhile."

"You want me to go out like this by myself?"

I hadn't been out since I got my new breast size. I was feeling very self-conscious about them. I'd never seen a woman with tits so big, & when you combined their bulk with my height, I would bet that I looked like a failing drag queen.

"Yes, Sweetie. In fact, why don't you call a cab & go out & get us some margarita fixin's. Don't worry about dinner tonight. I'll take you out for some Mexican."

Now I was worried again. At least I'd have her with me, when we went out tonight, but I'd have to go out by myself today, & possibly meet up with Joe, the lovestruck fag, when I called the only cab company in town.

'Oh well,' I thought. 'Nothing to do but do it.'

I rung off, & called the cab company. A little while later, I heard the beep out front.

I checked myself to see if I was presentable, after being fucked so vigorously just a short time ago. I decided to forgo the cock pouch, feeling brave, & skipped the bra as well. I just wore my dress & my sandals, & slipped out the door to see Joe grinning like a wolf behind the wheel.

He jumped out of the car, & opened the front door for me.

"Isn't it against your rules to drive me around in the front of your cab?"

"Nah. We ain't all that strict," he grinned as I slid in, trying my best to keep my dress from riding up. "Damn you look good today, girl! I just love summertime!"

He cackled as he went around to the driver side & got behind the wheel.

"Where to?"

"I want to get some drinks for the lady I live with," I said, hoping that he'd take the hint that I was involved with someone else.

"I know just the place," he said happily, & put the car in gear.

As we drove, he told me how I was still being talked about at the bar. He said I should enter myself in the drag queen contest coming up next Friday.

"I just know you'll win," he gushed."Hey, your tits are bigger, aren't they?"

"Yeah," I replied. "It seems like they get bigger every week."

He laughed.

"If they get much bigger, you'll have to carry them in a wheel barrow," he laughed.

I laughed with him, but a little uneasily. I knew he was kidding, but he was too right to understand the impact these appendages had on me.

We got to the liquor store, & he waited while I went in. I pushed a cart around the store, trying to ignore the stares at my chest, my ass, from the guy behind the register, who was the only other person in the store. I got some Hornitos tequila, & found a good margarita mix, & two bottles of my favorite wine. I hoped that Charlene didn't mind the extra that I bought as I wheeled my cart to check out.

The man at the register couldn't seem to meet my eyes as I put my purchases on the counter. He misrung the amount three times before he got it right, cursing himself for his every mistake, & griping about having to fix it later.

"I don't know what's wrong with me today," he laughed, trying unsuccessfully to look me in the eye.

"I think I know what your problem is," I said, looking around the store to see we were alone. "Could this me your problem?" I asked, opening my dress to show him my huge tits.

"Oh my god," he gasped. "Yeah, I think that could be it."

I chuckled as I turned to leave the store.

"Wait." he called frantically. He grabbed a fistful of miniatures from a display on his counter, & dumped them into my bags. "On the house," he laughed. "Please! Do come back again!"

I giggled as girlishly as I could, & wiggled my hot little ass out of there as slowly as I could. I was feeling rather empowered by my new body, & it felt good to make someone's day just by showing it off. It felt even better to get free stuff for it! I could see why women would do it, thought they seemed to do it more rarely than I wanted to, right then!

As I made it back to the cab, Joe was positively drooling at me.

"Did you do what I think I saw you do?"

"You mean this?" I opened my dress for him.

"Yeah, that's it! Do you mind." he asked, leaning forward to suck at my nipple.

I sighed, & let him have at it. It felt good, so why the fuck not? I was getting into being the hot tramp on parade. Then he opened his pants, & pulled out his cock, & I froze.

He grabbed my hand, & placed it on his cock. As I held it, I felt kind of sorry for him, it was so small. He pulled away from my tits, put the car in gear, & started to drive as I stroked him. I had to remind him three times to keep his eyes on the road before we made it the four miles or so back to Charlene's house.

When he pulled into the driveway, I leaned down & took his cock into my lips. I have no idea what prompted me to do that. I just wanted to know what it's like to be that slut I felt inside of me that seemed to be taking control of my behaviors. It seemed to take only seconds before he was gushing into my mouth. I took as much as I could. He seemed to cum forever! When he finally stopped spurting, I sat up. I opened my dress again, & let the cum dribble out of my pursed lips, & onto my breasts. He stared the entire time, as I rubbed his cum into my tit flesh. I groaned as I spread his juices around until my tits were glistening with his seed. Then, I leaned over & gave him a peck on the cheek, & opened the door & got out.

He jumped out of the driver's door, again. Begging me for a date, Wanting to know when I would see him again.

"Joe," I said, "I can't date you. I live with the love of my life," I lied. "This was fun, but I can't go around being a slut all the time, or I'll lose her. I promise I'll call you if I need the cab ride again, though."

That seemed to pacify him a little. He looked around, & seeing no other houses in sight, asked if he could kiss my tits goodbye.

I opened my dress for him, & he sucked most of his cum from them, gripping my waist in one hand, & jerking his cock in the other, until I told him I had to go in, & he reluctantly let me go, still stroking his cock all the way around to the driver's door. I heard him grunt as I stepped up the stairs onto the porch, & knew he had cum again. I laughed & flipped up the back of my summer dress to show him my bare ass, as I unlocked the door.

Entering the house, I stopped in front of the mirror in the foyer, looking at myself. I opened my dress, & let it fall to the floor. Joe's spit & his cum were drying on my breasts, & I was having mixed feelings about it. I turned this way & that, looking at myself, the slut I had become. Then, the words just seemed to flow from my lips as I gazed at my outrageously sexy form.

"I have cum on my tits! I'm a slut for cock. I like to suck it & fuck it. I'm a fucking cow with huge milking tits. I want to be fucked & sucked all the time. I'm a fuck pig. I'll take any cock, any toy, even your fist up my ass. I love to be fucked. Come fuck me. Suck my tits. Suck my cock. Take my ass. Let me feel your tits on my back while you fuck me."

On & on, I spoke like that to my reflection, until I suddenly remembered that Charlene would hear it, see it on her recordings on her computer. I shuddered at the thought, & gathered up my dress, wiping the drying spit & cum off my tits as I took the booze into the kitchen.

Charlene called me again at 4, & told me to take out the huge butt plug.

"Put in a smaller one, dear. I don't want a repeat of the locked up ass performance, tomorrow."

"I take it I'm going to be fucked a lot, m'lady?"

"I sure hope so," she laughed. "It took me three weeks to set this up!"

"Er...okay...hey, I hope it's okay that I bought some wine, too."

"Absolutely! Why don't you have a glass or two while you wait for me to come home?"

"I was hoping you'd say that, ma'am."

We rung off, & I took out the monstrous toy from my innards. I was gaping, again, & stood there for a moment, just enjoying the sensation of air in my open asshole. It was a most curious feeling, one that I didn't know that I'd ever get used to.

The next couple of hours seemed to fly by, as I drank most of a bottle of red. I was on the couch, naked, save for a bra & my butt plug, sitting on a towel, when I heard Charlene's famous "Honey, I'm home!"

I stood as she walked into the living room, & realized I was just a little tipsy.

"Fix us some drinks, slut," she said. "I'm going to change."

I made us some margaritas, hers stronger than mine, both on ice, with salt. Charlene came downstairs naked, to my surprise, & she hugged me tight, before taking her drink into the living room. Feeling her bare breasts on me always got me hard.

She chuckled when I entered the living room at full mast.

"You're one girl who really likes her tits, aren't you? Did you have fun on your little jaunt into town, today?"

I told her of the events, well...except for flashing the guy at the liquor store. I didn't think it wise to let on that I was actually enjoying my current situation as much as I did that day. Still, telling her about sucking off the cabbie, Joe, seemed very risque in itself.

"Nice one, Sweetie," she cheered. We clinked glasses. "I'm so proud of you!"

"Really? Why?"

"You're finally settling into your new role. I've been watching you blossom into a fine little fuck-pig for awhile, now, & it pleases me to see you do things with men on your own."

"Well, I'm still not at all sure that I like it, ma'am." I was amazed at how loose my lips were becoming. It must have been the wine. I set my glass on the table.

"How far are you planning on taking me, ma'am?"

"I have no idea, Sweetie," she replied. "I'm finding that I really like you like this, though. It's good to see that you seem to like it, too."

We finished our drinks, & Charlene went to get dressed, telling me that she'd bought me another summer dress that I should go & put on.

"It's on your bed, dear."

As I walked into the bedroom, I gasped at the beautiful dress. It was the most unusual color. So unusual, that I don't think I can adequately describe it. As I picked it up, it seemed to change colors in my grasp. It shone with a metallic brilliance that just drew the eye, & I knew wherever we went this night that I would have all eyes on me.

When I draped it over my head, I found that I could see right through it! The neckline plunged down to just above my nipples, which is saying something, considering the size of my tits. The hemline was way above my knees. Whatever I wore under this would show through like it was glass!

I put on my shoes, some 5 inch spiked sandals with ankle straps, & went to the kitchen. Charlene came down soon after, having showered & freshened up. She looked radiant in a summer dress of her own, but it was much more demure than my own.

"M'lady," I pleaded. "I don't see how I can go out to a regular restaurant dressed in this! Everyone will see everything I've got!"

I stood & showed her. My nipples were clearly on display in this dress. Any backlight would show that I have a cock.

"I see what you mean, Sweetie," she said. "Why don't you just put on your bra, & I think I have a solution for your other problem."

I went upstairs, & put on my newest bra, designed for my huge new size, but it, too, was an open-nipple design, which would make it totally inappropriate for public use with this dress.

I walked downstairs to find her holding a minuscule piece of pink fabric in her hand.

"This is your thong, Sweetie," she said, holding it out to me. "Oh dear! Look at those nipples! They really do show up through that dress, don't they?"

"Please, ma'am," I begged. "I've got to cover them up, don't you think?"

Laughing, Charlene went & got two huge bandaids. Pulling down my plunging neckline, she slapped them in place over my teats. When the dress covered them, now, they looked perfectly acceptable, or so she said.

I pulled the thong up, & tried to tuck my cock back into it a little bit. It wasn't very comfortable, but I supposed I could get used to it.

I checked my look in the mirror on the way out the door, & supposed I could pass, except for my height. We got in the car, & Charlene drove for a good half hour to a nice little restaurant.

The hostess seated us. I felt every eye in the place on me as I swayed my ass in the heels to our table. They brought us some chips & salsa. Every time someone came to the table, it was someone new. A new waiter took our drink order, then yet another new waiter came to take our food order. It seemed that everyone in the place wanted a close up view of my breasts. It was the only explanation. That seemed to be what they were looking at, anyway.

Soon, our food arrived, & we tucked in. The food was exceptional. The Margaritas flowed. I was feeling a little tipsy when we got our dessert. Rolling the flan on my tongue, I gazed at Charlene. She seemed very happy tonight.

After we ate, she took us to the mall, where I felt once again as if I were there simply to be on display. It was very humbling, & yet I had to act as if I'd done this all my life, like it was an everyday event, going out looking like a hooker.

We stopped at a shoe store, & she made me sit there as she bought some strappy heels. The clerk asked if I needed anything, & Charlene said that I did. The clerk went in the back to look, but there were no heels in my 'sasquatch' size in the store. He apologized profusely several times, before I told him it was okay. I could tell that he really wanted to get on his knees before me, & slip the shoes onto my feet. He suggested another store on the other side of town, & Charlene took note of it as she paid for her heels.

Next, we went into a department store, where Charlene said I needed to find a bikini to wear during her vacation. I flushed again as I thought of my goods being on such a display. There was no way I could possibly hide my male bits, & she knew it. She liked to let me stew as she went from rack to rack, looking for anything I could possibly wear to a beach or a pool.

"I guess we'll just have to have Mel sew you one up, Sweetie," she said, defeated. "I was really hoping that I could get you to try some suits on in the store, but I guess it's not to be."

I sighed in relief, & Charlene noticed.

"Wait! I know a place, Sweetie!"

My heart dropped to my big sasquatch feet.

"But we won't be able to go until tomorrow."

"Okay," I was starting to shake, again, at the prospect of trying on women's bikinis in a public store.

By this time the mall was closing, so we drove home. I was SO glad she didn't decide to go out dancing again, this night, but I also worried about what she was planning for me tomorrow, that she DIDN'T go out to further humiliate me.

We went home, & watched some tv together, & then Charlene said we should go to bed.

I looked at her, because she said 'we. Whenever she said that, it meant that I was to accompany her to her bed. I found that I really liked sleeping with her.

She took my hand, & we went up the stairs to her room. She stripped off, & I watched her closely, so I could imitate her motions, & thus look more feminine. I was becoming obsessed with looking the part that I looked, & I think it was paying off, as fewer people seemed to think I was a man, but a very tall woman.

Charlene took out my butt plug, removed my bandaids, & suckled my breasts until they were dry. Then she pressed my face into her pussy, where I sucked her until she came twice.

"Sweetie," she said, "if you're a very very good girl, tomorrow, I think we might even fuck on Sunday...you know...the regular way."

I looked, & saw she was flushed as she spoke. I must have tripped something in her somehow, but I have no idea what or how.

"That would be wonderful, m'lady," I whispered, & we cuddled until we fell asleep entangled together. 



Sweetie Ch. 11



Well, I awoke to the amazing sensation of Charlene sucking my cock! I couldn't believe it. It was something I'd dreamt about for two years, & as I gazed down between my big breasts, I could see her gnawing away on my prick. The vision itself nearly brought me off, but I held myself back, wanting to savor this.

Unfortunately, she stopped, realizing I was awake.

"Good morning, Sweetie! I thought you might enjoy that," she grinned up at me.

"I did, & I want more," I whispered.

"Not just now, Sweetie," she chuckled. "That was just a little taste of things to cum, if you're a very good girl, today. We'd better get up, now. There's much to be done."

My cock was still hard as I walked to the bathroom to take my shower. I stopped to look at myself in the mirror. I was beginning to like my look, perhaps even to get used to it. I hefted my tits, staring at them in my reflection. I let them drop, & watched how they moved. I grabbed & stroked my cock very fast, & was amazed at how my tits jiggled.

Then, something made me stop & get in the shower. I took extra care to get myself clean, inside & out.

My head felt a little fuzzy after the drinking last night, but luckily, I hadn't gone too far overboard. I stepped out of the shower, drying my hairless skin with a thick fluffy towel, when Charlene came in.

"I'll help you with your make up today, Sweetie," she said. "I want you to look extra slutty."

I didn't know what to expect after hearing that. I went into the bedroom. but there were no clothes laid out. I went to my room. Again, no clothes. I returned to the bathroom & asked Charlene what I should wear.

"Nothing just yet, Sweetie," was the only answer I got from her.

I went & fixed us breakfast. Pancakes & sausage today. I won't fry bacon in the nude, for obvious reasons.

Sitting on my dildo perch, eating breakfast & drinking juice & coffee, seemed to be the most normal thing in the world, these days, as long as Charlene was there with me.

Charlene went upstairs, & I was putting the dishes in the dishwasher when Mel & Rachael came in. I was just about to milk my tits, & it was a pleasant surprise to have Mel on one side, & Rachael on the other, until the pressure ebbed.

Charlene came into the kitchen just as they pulled away from me.

"So, did you bring it all?" she asked Mel.

"Of course," Mel replied. "Have I ever let you down?"

"No," Charlene grinned, "you haven't. And I really appreciate it, Mel!"

"You'd better!"

Rachael opened a box, & took out what looked like stockings. It wasn't stockings. It was a cat suit!

I'd seen them on line, before, of course, but putting it on was a whole new experience for me. It's a good thing I had them all there to help, or I'd never have managed.

When it was on, my tits were out in the open, as was my cock, balls & ass, as there were openings for all of them in the suit. Everything else, from my neck to my toes, was encased in silky nylon, making my skin feel so alive! Charlene handed me a new pair of shoes, & I gasped when I saw the heels on them. They had to be at least six inches high! I strapped them to my feet, & stood carefully, thinking I might be able to walk in them after all.

Charlene had me sit, & she worked on my face with Melissa for a good 20-30 minutes. I could tell they had used a thick black eyeliner to emphasize my eyes, & they added the false eyelashes, but I had no idea what I would look like, other than that. Rachael took out a piercing gun, & she pierced my ears with some long dangling earrings.

"Should I pierce your nipples?"

"Not when I'm milking, Rach," I answered, with a smile.

"Yeah, she'd look like a fucking lawn sprinkler," Mel said, & we all laughed.

Charlene produced a new butt plug. This one was a little small, considering the girths I'd been taking, but it had a long, thick horse-tail attached, which would sway as I walked. I thought it was very cute, even sexy.

Then, Rachael brought out a long black wig, with wonderful curls & waves in it, & placed it on my head, pinning it on.

Charlene offered her arm to me, in a gallant way, saying, "Shall we go, Sweetie?"

I gasped at her.

"Like this? Without anything else?"

"Exactly!" she exclaimed, & we were out the door, with Mel & Rachael bringing up the rear.

I carefully gathered my tail, & sat carefully in the front seat of Charlene's Expedition. My tits seemed to glow on my chest in the sunshine, as she pulled out of her driveway. Rachael & Mel were in the back seat, chatting about something, but I couldn't hear what. I pulled down the visor, & opened it to see my face in the mirror, but Charlene wouldn't allow it. I still had no idea what I looked like with my make up.

I wanted to scootch down in the seat so that no one could see my breasts, but I knew that Charlene wanted me to sit up tall & show them off. I couldn't help putting my hands over them when we passed anyone on the road. I honestly don't know if anyone actually saw them in that high vehicle, but it sure felt like I was as obvious as a hood ornament going down the road like that.

We drove until we came to a little store for large women. I became panicky as Charlene turned off the engine, & opened her door, as if everything was perfectly normal. I looked around, but we were in a little enclosed shopping center that seemed quiet as a ghost town on this holiday weekend.

"Come on, Sweetie," Mel called as she opened her door.

My eyes must have looked like saucers as I opened my door. I leaned out, looking to see if anyone was about. I didn't see anyone, but that didn't mean that no one could see me as I stepped out onto the asphalt parking lot.

I tripped along in my sky-high heels to the door of the store, which had a 'closed' sign in the window. The door opened to Charlene's touch, & we all entered.

There was a familiar face in the store. It was Marie! She came up & kissed my cheek, then stepped back to look me over.

"My god!" she exclaimed, "just LOOK at you! You're gonna be the belle of the ball, today!"

"That was the plan," Charlene said. "But we're actually here for a bathing suit top that matches this."

She was holding up a tiny little thong, similar to the one I'd worn just the other day, when we'd gone out to the Mexican restaurant. This one, however was dark purple, while the other one had been a day-glo pink.

To my surprise, she brought two more out of her purse, the pink one, & a royal blue one.

"I'm hoping we can match one of these colors up perfectly."

"That shouldn't be too much of a problem," Marie said. "In fact, I think there are some that are even made out of the same material, as well as color."

"Let's see," Charlene said excitedly.

Since my breasts were so large, I hadn't expected to find anything in my size, but there were several pairs of little triangles of material, with long strings that could be tied in any number of ways, to hold up my impressive chest bubbles.

In the end, Charlene found matches for all three thongs, & I worried that I'd soon be on display at the beach, or worse, some motel pool, with my cock & balls clearly bulging out in the thongs, while my nipples were barely covered by the little triangular pieces of cloth.

Charlene also had me try on several bras, most of which were very frilly, & designed for breast display more than comfort or support. She bought 5 of them, & they were very expensive.

Finally, with our purchases in hand, we headed for the door, which was yet another traumatic event for me, as I looked around trying to see if anyone saw me, & I all but raced to the car in my heels that weren't made for walking.

We rode along for awhile, then Charlene turned into a gated community. I crossed my arms over my breasts as she pulled up to the guard at the gate, who just looked bored, & waved us on without stopping us.

She turned this way & that, in the neighborhood, as I gawked at the huge houses with the perfect lawns, the perfect gardens, knowing all the while that no one who lived here would ever have touched those lawns or gardens, themselves. They were most likely out working six days a week, 12 hours a day, just to afford to live here.

Finally, she turned into a nearly vertical driveway. It went way up a little hill, & around a monstrous, 3-story house. Then I saw the party. It was way back in a field. There was a pavilion back there, & a stage, & a pool, & even a tennis court!

"Okay, Sweetie," Charlene said. "We're here. Remember what I promised you."

She licked her lips at me, & I felt my cock stir, but I also wondered what she had in store for me, here.

I stepped out of the SUV, & onto a smooth sidewalk. I swayed my ass, feeling my horse tail brush my legs as I walked. They made me walk in front of them, & I looked over my shoulder to see Charlene smiling hugely at me. The air was still, & my wig seemed hotter than ever as I tip-toed my way to the pavilion.

Inside, I saw about a hundred people or so. They were all dressed casually, yet elegantly, at the same time. I felt like a stripper at some political event as I sashayed my ass to the little crowd of people. Suddenly, all eyes were on me. Someone began to applaud, but no one joined him for a bit. It all seemed very awkward, until others began to join in. I suppose I had simply astonished them all, & they weren't sure how to react, at first.

As I stepped into the pavilion, I noticed several of the folk in attendance grinning & whispering amongst themselves. All I could do was stop, & wait for Charlene & the girls to catch up to me.

I turned to see them, but they weren't in sight! My heart leapt to my throat. I felt a panic attack coming on, but couldn't possibly show it to all of these strangers.

I took a deep breath, noticing how my tits rose on my chest as I did, & stood as if I had become a statue, to avoid running screaming from the shelter of the open building.

The people started to come closer to me, now. A woman introduced herself, but I missed her name as I shook her hand. A man came to me with a drink. I thanked him & took a deep draught.

They circled me. I felt hands combing my tail. Then hands on my skin, mostly on those places the cat suit didn't cover. Then hands were all over me, & I felt as if I were swooning.

I was being pet by so many. I couldn't recognize anyone. A new woman kissed my nipples, her hand going for my cock. There were fingers at my ass, spreading my cheeks, pulling at my beautiful tail. Then it was gone from me. I wanted it back. A finger entered my ass. I moaned.

Someone pulled back on my shoulders, & I fell back into the arms of the crowd. I was lifted up, & carried to a picnic table. There was a padded cover on it. It felt like satin, but I thought it might be nylon. My legs & my head both draped over the edges of the table, so I knew it must be rather short. People were climbing up onto the benches, on their knees. They were bending forward & licking me, everywhere they could reach. My cock, my balls, my breasts, all were smothered by the mouths of strangers. I was pulled down so that my head had some support, & a woman bared her breasts & dropped them onto my face.

Someone was standing between my spread thighs. I knew what was expected of me. I reached down & held my ass open for him to enter me, but he just brushed the head of his cock up & down my ass crack. My state of panic was leaving me, now. I wanted that cock in me. I wriggled my ass. I mumbled into the woman's breasts, begging for his cock, to no avail.

A man climbed onto the table, straddling my waist. Oil or lube was poured onto my cleavage, & the people sucking at my breasts pushed them together around his cock. He was tit-fucking me! My fingers dug into my ass cheeks, spreading myself wide open, & the cock that had been teasing me finally entered my eager hungry ass.

The man at my tits was coming, spurting his seed all the way up to my neck. The woman who was feeding me her breasts leaned down & licked it off my tits, as he climbed off. She removed her nipples from my sucking lips, & kissed me, transferring the man's cum to my mouth. I looked around to see people swarming over me, fucking & masturbating each other in their fancy clothes as they touched or kissed or sucked various areas of my body.

I was raised to see the man in my ass, eye to eye. The faces left my nipples, & I was pushed up until my breasts were crushed into his hairy chest. His coarse hair tickled my sensitive nipples, & I draped my arms around his neck. He carried me around, effortlessly, his cock still pulsing inside me. Everywhere I looked, people were coupling in various ways, in various numbers of odd combinations. Clothes were being tossed aside, yet always there were eyes on me.

My masculine partner was sitting on the table, now, & lying back. My knees hit the surface,& I rose & fell onto his cock with a need. I felt someone new behind me, & looked back to see another man lining his cock up to my stuffed ass. He was running his cock head all around the edges where my current partner was stuffed into me, to the balls. I fell forward, onto my elbows, my tits crushed on the chest of the first man. I kissed him deeply, my tongue fucking his mouth, as I thrilled to my first moustache tickling my face.

The man behind me began to press his member into me. When I rose from the cock in my guts, he pressed in. When I sat down hard, he pulled back. I rose again, & his thick, mushroom head popped past my sphincter. I growled in my lust as the two men worked my ass in tandem, one pushing in while the other retreated, then vice versa. Another man climbed onto the table, & stood, stroking his cock as he watched me getting fucked. I raised up onto my hands, & took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue on him as I dragged my heavy tits over the hairy chest below me.

The man in my mouth came. I tried to swallow, but much of his load dribbled out, & down onto my tits.My beautiful cat suit was ripped from my flesh, & I was naked. The man behind me gripped my tits, & raised my torso up, as another man climbed up to stand on the table. I wrapped my lips around him, & bobbed my head on his cock. All too soon, he, too, came in my mouth, his seed mixing with the other man's on my tits. the guy behind me was rubbing it into my skin as yet another man stepped up to fuck my face.

The man beneath me came, then. His belly rippling, his hips thrusting, his cock pulsing in my ass as I felt that familiar splash in my bowels. The man behind me followed suit shortly after, slamming his erection as it spewed deep within me. He pulled out of me, & the first man's cock came out at the same time. I could feel my hole gaping open, their fluids running freely out of my passage, & onto the man's balls below me. I quickly finished off the man in my mouth, & his semen dripped down to mix with the others'.

I was lifted up, again, by many hands. I was carried to another table, where a woman was lying, naked. Her smallish breasts were heaving. Her thick bush was plastered to her skin, as though she'd been eaten while I was fucked. Someone guided my hard prick to her pussy, & I thrilled to the wet warmth as I slid home. My tits fell onto her own, dwarfing them with my much larger mass. I began thrusting, & they jiggled on her chest heavily.

Another woman climbed on top of her, straddling her face. I could see her tongue at work in the new woman's folds. I bent & rimmed her ass as I fucked.

I felt the inevitable guest at my back door, knocking for entry. It felt like a toy, not a cock. I knew I was expected to please three women as I had the three men. I held still until she could force her toy into me, & then resumed fucking the woman below me.

The woman at my mouth, & the one at my ass, both came, & were immediately replaced by two more lusty women. My body was tossed between them. As these two reached their peaks, I came into the woman I was fucking, moaning & thrusting like a mad man.

They all backed away, then, & I slumped down to lick my semen from the woman I'd just fucked.

As soon as I'd brought her off with my sucking mouth, friendly hands were urging me to move again. I was guided back to the table I'd just been fucked upon. I lay there like a meal, as several men climbed up & stood around me on the benches. There was also one standing at my head, & one between my legs, Other men were holding my legs open. All were naked. They all grabbed their cocks, & jerked themselves off on me. I was covered in their slime.

Now a new bunch of men came around me. They, too, added their seed to my skin.

Women came, & rubbed their pussies, & smeared their juices on me, spreading the massive quantities of semen around on my flesh as they did. As they came, others replaced them.

When they were finished, they made me lie there, covered in everyone's combined juices, as they all walked by me, ogling me from my sticky face to my slimy toes.

Charlene then walked up to me.

"Get up Sweetie, dear," she whispered in my ear. "Get on your knees, & tell these fine people who & what you are."

I blushingly crawled to my knees. I spread them wide as I could. I held up my breasts like an offering as I spoke in a loud voice.

"I am a fucking cow. I love to be fucked in my ass, & to feel cum shooting up inside. I'm a horse to be ridden, a true fuck-pig.I love my cock sucked when I'm being fucked. My tits will give you milk. Suck my nipples while you fuck my ass. It makes me happy. My legs were made to be spread, or to wrap around your waist as you fuck me. My hands were made to play with your cock, your pussy, your tits & your ass. My mouth is open for the taking. I love to be face-fucked, tit-fucked, & ass-fucked. Suck my cock while I'm fucked. Suck my tits while I'm fucked. I love two cocks in my ass. I like to be fisted in my ass. I want to be pretty, so people will want to fuck me. I like it hard or soft, fast or slow, big or small. Make me cum while you fuck me, or not, if you prefer. I am here to be fucked." I looked at Charlene, & said, "I am Charlene's slut. My tits, my ass, my cock, my mouth, are all hers to be given to anyone at her whim. I'm a complete slut for Charlene."

I pinched my nipples, & my milk shot out in front of me. Then I dropped to my elbows, shaking my tits so they clapped, as I moved my ass in lascivious circles.

"Is someone going to fuck me, m'lady?"

"Rachael," Charlene called out. "Come here & fuck this slut."

I saw tears in her eyes as she spoke. I wondered why.

Rachael came, climbed onto the table, & people watched her fuck my willing ass. They saw my milk-heavy breasts clap together. They saw Charlene grab my hand, & make me jerk off as I was fucked. They saw me cum onto the table. They saw Rachael slamming into me until she held me fast, pouring her fluids within my round ass. They saw her wither within me, & then fall out. they saw my gaping hole leaking out her fluids. Rachael rolled me onto my back, into my own puddle of cum, & milked me in front of them all, pinching my nipples & making me shoot out all of my breast milk all over myself, to mix with the cum of everyone in attendance.

Then Charlene put a collar around my neck. She declared to one & all that I was her property, her personal slut.

"I've left a stack of cards on the table," she said. "Anyone needing Sweetie's talents are encouraged to call me for an appointment. I'm taking this toy home, now."

She handed me my shoes, which I'd lost somewhere along the way. I put them on, & teetered out with Charlene to the car. Rachael & Melissa soon joined us there. & we were driving home, with me totally nude. It was only around 8 o'clock, & still very light out as she drove me naked through town. She stopped at a fast food place, & I realized that I was starving as we went through the drive-through window. She made me pose for the girl who gave us our food. The girl kept looking at me, shaking her head, & she brought four others to see me when she gave us our food. I heard their applause as we drove away. The food was gone before we got home.




Sweetie Ch. 11



By the time we got there, the milk & the cum on my skin had dried. It felt like I might crack open as I walked to the house in nothing but my heels & collar.

Charlene made me take a long hot shower, & join her in her bed, that night. Mel & Rachael must have left, but I didn't see them go. Charlene made me wear a nightie just like hers, & we were both soon fast asleep, with her hands on my tits, my ass at her crotch, her breath on the back of my neck. 



Sweetie Ch. 12



I awoke as Charlene was getting out of bed.

"I'll make us some breakfast, Sweetie," she said. "Why don't you go take a nice long hot bath? I'll be awhile."

Now THAT was a surprise! I almost jumped up & told her it was my job, that I'd do it.

'What the hell is wrong with me,' I thought.

I got up, & took off my nightie, & padded into the bathroom, naked. I filled the tub with hot water, & saw some bubble bath crystals by the tub, so I dumped some in. I settled in carefully, due to the water temp. & sighed. My body relaxed as the sore muscles reacted to the heat, & my mind settled as I took in the scent of the bubble bath.

I gently washed my breasts, my pubic area, my pits, & then just laid back in the tub & floated until Charlene called up for me to hurry. I drained the tub, & washed the soapy stuff off in the shower as I washed my hair. Then I dried & went to the kitchen, naked, to eat.

My chair had the ever-present dildo sticking up. I noticed it was already lubed up, so I just sat on it & sipped the cup of coffee that sat on the table in front of me. Charlene was fussing at the stove. She called out a hearty "good morning, Sweetie," as she worked.

It felt very warm, very inviting, very welcoming, to be in this curious domestic scene, as I sat on my 8 inch cock, sipping my cup.

Charlene turned, & presented me with Eggs Benedict, which shocked the hell out of me. I had no idea she could really cook. The Hollendaise sauce looked perfect. I tucked in, & found it was perfect as it looked, & told her so.

Her eyes lit up when I complimented her cooking. Smiling, she stood, & came over to me. She leaned down & nuzzled at my neck, while feeling my breasts.

"I'm so glad you decided to fulfill your contract with me, Sweetie," she whispered into my ear.

"Me, too,"

"I want to go swimming today," she announced. "It's been too long since I hit the beach!"

I felt a touch of panic rise within me, but dismissed it. My body would be seen, by many people, as often as she wished. All I could do is accept it.

"Okay," I answered. "Where are we going?"

"I know a place." Charlene said, with a sparkle in her eye.

We ate, & I went in search of my minuscule bikini.

"Can you help me with this, m' lady?" I asked helplessly. I couldn't figure out how to tie up my tits with the little triangular pieces of sparkly spandex right over my nipples.

Charlene giggled as she saw my efforts.

"Good grief, Sweetie! You'll never be able to go out like that!"

She helped me get the things adjusted, & I went to look in the mirror, & groaned. My thong pulled my cock & balls out front & center, while the bra did virtually nothing with my tits other than to emphasize their massive size, & hide my nipples. My nipples still stuck way out in the material, though, as I had just finished being milked, & they were very hard.

"God-DAMN, Sweetie," Charlene exclaimed, when she saw me standing there. "There ain't gonna be any competing with you on the beach!"

I blushed, & pointed to my crotch.

"Even with this sticking out?"

"Even with," she assured me. "Who's gonna look there when you have those boobs poking out there like that?"

"A camel-toe fetishist?"

She giggled at that.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. But I still want to take my girl out & show her off. You can't blame a girl for that, now, can you?"

I shook my head, my blond wig brushing my shoulders.

"I like the purple one the best," she said. "How did you know?"

"I didn't. It's my favorite, too," I answered.

"Wait right here," she ordered.

She went out & got some bags out of the trunk of the SUV, & was positively glowing when she came back in with them.

"I got some things for us to wear," she said.

She held up a gauzy, clearly transparent robe, in purples & pinks, & handed it to me.

I put it on. It looked perfect with my bikini, & my bikini was clearly shown through the material. It came down to the bottom of my ass cheeks. She also gave me a purple towel, & purple flip-flops. I tucked my toes into them, & felt ready for the beach.

She was wearing a tight little yellow bikini, that was far more demure than mine. She had a matching robe for herself. We went out to the shed in the back yard, & took out a big blue umbrella, & some matching beach lounge chairs. I grabbed the cooler, we loaded everything in the car.

Then, she handed me some more clothes, from the back seat. There was a little pink half-t, that would barely cover my tits, & some daisy-dukes, which, when I put them on, still showed the bottom my ass-cheeks, but I felt very grateful for the coverage, such that it was. She put on some similar clothes, as well.

We climbed into the car, & she drove the 50 miles or so to the beach. We stopped once on the way, for a light lunch, at some little diner. I still hadn't gotten used to the stares at my tits & ass, or the look of shock I occasionally got from people who were startled at my height. I wanted to slump, to blend in, but Charlene seemed so proud of me that I stood tall, & sashayed my hot round ass wherever she took me. We filled our cooler with wine coolers & fruit & ice, before we left.

Eventually, she pulled into a private driveway. I looked at her, wondering what she was setting me up for, this time.

Stopping in front of a cute little beach cottage, she tooted her horn, grinned at me, & got out of the car. I cautiously got out, looking at our surroundings. There was a little garden to our right, & a little path that looked to go past the cottage, & on down to the beach.

The door to the cottage opened, & a man came out. He had to stand at least 6 foot 6, & was very well-proportioned. His frame was a perfect V shape, with a tiny waist, & bulky, powerful chest. His arms seemed to bulge through a tight-fitting t-shirt. His shoulders were massive, as well. He wore baggy denim shorts, but I could tell his thighs were as big around as his waist, & his calves looked equally powerful.

"Charlene," he cried, "this is SUCH a pleasure!"

From that simple sentence, I knew this guy was gay

"Hiya, Pete," Charlene answered. "This is Sweetie." indicating me. "We were hoping to catch some rays. maybe take a little swim, if it's alright."

He looked at me, grinning a huge toothy grin. His teeth could blind you.

" 'If it's alright,' she says," he laughed. "I've been inviting Charlene down here for 8 years, but she never came. And look what she brings us, when she does show up! This one here makes the wait worthwhile, Charlene," he laughed.

I blushed at his words.

Charlene said, "I just knew you'd like her, Pete!"

"Well, before you hit the beach, you must come in & have a drink with us."

"Sure, Pete. We'd love to."

I looked warily at her, but she seemed so happy, & so open, that I felt no fear as she took my hand & led me into the cottage.

There was a wall right in front of the door, giving the entryway the illusion of having a foyer. On the wall were dozens of pictures, in nice frames. We stopped & looked at them. They were pictures of naked men, mostly. Some were taken of guys having sex. There was one of a guy with the fists of two men up his ass that made me shudder. Then I spotted an autographed one of Ru Paul. I stopped in front of it, looking at her passable beauty, as he called out to us.

"Come on, ladies! You can gawk at the man-flesh later! There's people you simply must meet!"

I looked at Charlene, who just shrugged her shoulders & grinned at me. We walked around the wall to be astonished.

There was a sunken living room, with sectional furniture that looked like it came from a whorehouse in the 60's. Throughout the room were men in various stages of undress.

I was staring to feel that panic rising within again, & felt betrayed by Charlene, who'd evidently wanted even more lewd acts from me, by bringing me here. I'd been hoping for a real day at the beach, & it must have shown in my eyes.

"This is Robert," Pete proudly proclaimed.

Robert was in the process of having his ass stuffed by a muscular stud. Robert was bent over a section of sofa like it was an ottoman, with his hands & knees tied to the piece of furniture. The man behind him was pounding his ass with a nice, 8 inch cock, & he was completely hair-free, while Robert was rather hairy.

"The man fucking Robert's ass is Jim. Say 'hi,' Jim."

Jim grunted as he continued to plow the ass in front of him.

This is Dave," Pete pointed to a man sucking the cock of a tall black man with a truly impressive cock. It was at least ten inches long, & very dark in color, like its owner. Dave looked dwarfed by the thing.

His meal is Quentin," Pete said.

Quentin held out his hand & we shook it. his hand was also huge, & it made me feel very small.

"Cal is resting in the corner," Pete laughed.

Cal waved at us tiredly. He sat with another man, who looked Latino.

"That's Pedro. You'll forgive them for not getting up, but they just finished up," Pete laughed.

Just then, a beautiful woman came into the room. She had the greenest eyes I've ever seen. She was slim, yet had some hefty breasts, & she stood at least 5 foot 10, with very long brown hair that went to her pert little butt. She had a ring on her toe. I couldn't help but notice anything & everything about this woman, she was so strikingly beautiful.

"Ah, the love of my life," Pete gushed. "This, ladies, is Paloma."

Paloma turned to us & smiled. She held out her hand, & Charlene took it. Charlene's eyes widened, then Paloma turned to me & held out her hand. When I took it, she ran her fingertips in a most sensuous way over my hand. She wore a black bikini top, & a black sarong wrapped around her waist.

"Sit," Pete gestured to a section that was unoccupied by fucking or sucking men, "please! Paloma, would you entertain our guests while I make some drinks?"

"Of course, dear, "she said in a musical voice. I couldn't figure out her accent, but I liked it. It sounded more Scandanavian than anything.

Charlene sat, & I sat next to her. Paloma sat very near us, as the men were moaning or grunting nearby, but it was as if I couldn't hear them.

"So," she began, "how do you know my little Pete?"

"I worked with him, years ago," Charlene said. "We got to be friends, but I've just never made it to his house. This is a beautiful place, Paloma!"

"It is, yes," she said. Turning to me, "Tell me about your friend, Charlene."

"This is Sweetie," she said. I felt ridiculous being called that name in this woman's presence, but it didn't seem to faze her. "Sweetie is my maid, my cow, & my slut, for awhile."

I blushed at the 'too much information.'

"So you're a slut, eh," Paloma teased. "You'll have to show me some of your moves before you go." She chuckled, then. Even her laugh was musical! "I'm a bit of a slut, myself, Sweetie," she patted my knee. "No need to feel embarrassed, love."

"Er...thank you, Paloma," I almost squeaked when I spoke, I was so defeated by the proceedings.

Pete came into the room with a tray & a flourish. I was wondering how this flame had caught the fine catch of Paloma, but then I wondered if perhaps she wasn't a lot like me, as he served us some very fruity drinks.

"What are these?" Charlene asked.

"Don't ask," Pete said, "DRINK!"

We took a sip, & I must say that this was the tastiest drink I'd ever held in my hand.

"What IS this?" I gasped.

"He won't tell you, Sweetie, Paloma laughed. "He won't even tell me, & we've been together for 3 years, now!"

"Be careful with those," Came a voice from the orgy. "They'll open your ass right up!"

Pete laughed, "Oh, hell, Robert! A PEPSI would open your ass!"

We all laughed at that. I began to relax a bit, in spite of the activity going on. It was like it was happening on TV, or another room, even though it was all going on a few mere feet away. Paloma & Pete seemed to have something about them that just made one feel at ease.

"So you want to swim & enjoy the fine weather, do you?" Pete asked. "I was thinking about taking the boat out today. Would you like to join us?" He put his arm around the lovely Paloma.

"That would be fun," Charlene said. "Don't you think so, Sweetie?"

I looked around the room. I'd begun thinking about joining in, but the promise of a boat trip with the large Pete & the beautiful Paloma sounded even better. I was beginning to feel a little randy, with all of this sex going on.

"Yeah," I said. "Sounds like great fun!"

"Do you like to fish, Sweetie?" Paloma asked me.

"I haven't ever gone fishing in the ocean," I said, "but I've had some great fun in the lakes & ponds & freshwater stuff."

"Ever gone crabbing?"

"Once, when I was in high school. I got nipped pretty good," I laughed at the memory.

"It's settled, then" Pete gushed. "I'll make some more drinks for our outing."

He went off to make more of his secret drinks, & we chatted some more with Paloma. We learned that she was of Gypsy stock, but born & raised in Sweden, which explained why I couldn't place the accent. As we talked, I began to look at the men all having sex around us. Cal & Pedro had started to nuzzle & grope each other. Dave had quit sucking Quentin's cock, & was getting into position to get his ass reamed. Robert had been fucked by Jim, & Jim was feeding him his cock to clean it off, as his sperm leaked out of Robert's ass. I couldn't believe how casual it all seemed. No one was trying to be the center of attention. Everyone was just having intimate fun, yet in a semi-public, party setting. I had never been in an atmosphere like this in my life. It would take some getting used to.

"Sweetie?" Charlene was asking me a question, but I'd missed it, watching the guys go at it.

"I'm sorry," I chuckled, turning red. "I was a little distracted."

"Would you like to join them, Sweetie? I'm sure they'd make room for you," Paloma teased.

"Uh...no...not just now," I stuttered. "I've never seen anything like this before, is all. I'm sorry. I don't mean to stare."

Paloma laughed a husky laugh.

"They don't mind, Sweetie," she said. "Trust me. They don't mind a bit."

"What were you saying, Charlene?"

"I was wondering if you'd like to spend the night, is all," she laughed. "I guess all this man-flesh has you excited, doesn't it?"

I blushed even redder at that, & shook my head.

Paloma whispered hotly in my ear.

"Stay, Sweetie! I promise you won't regret it!"

Her hands were running up my back, & I shuddered at her touch.

"Oh...uh...okay," I stammered.

Pete soon came out with a large round cooler full of his special drink. We stood & followed him. He paused at the door to put on his flip-flops, & then we were outside. We followed the little path down to the beach. I saw a long pier sticking out into the ocean, &, tied to it, three ships. I call them ships, but you'd probably call them yachts. Pete's was a beautiful 60 foot boat with a wide deck. We followed up the ramp to the deck. I looked up to the cabin at the top of the yacht, to see a man up there.

"George," Pete called out to him. "We're goin' out!"

"Aye aye, Skipper," George called back.

We settled into some benches, as Pete went into the galley to get us some cups for our drinks. Soon, the boat was vibrating as George started up the engines, & Pete untied the ropes to the pier, & stepped aboard as we took off. I was noticing how graceful he was, & mentioned something about it to Charlene.

"Pete was a ballet dancer, in his twenties," Paloma told us. "He was just too tall to be a diva."

"Is a male diva, like, a ballerino?" I asked.

Charlene & Paloma both laughed, making me feel at ease.

The boat was flying across the water, now. I was impressed at the speed of the thing. Pete came out with four drinks. & we sipped them as we flew along.

Paloma stood, & took off her sarong. I gasped to see her thick hairless cock swinging at her crotch, as she laid on the deck. Charlene took off her clothes, down to her bikini, & I followed suit. It felt heavenly to be there, with the wind brushing against my skin, & the sun cooking my flesh, as the yacht vibrated beneath us. Pete got down, & began kissing Paloma. I turned to Charlene, & her lips devoured mine. As we kissed, her hands went all over me, & then I felt yet more hands, running up my legs, over my belly. I looked down to see Paloma expertly untying my bra, & she fastened her lips onto my left nipple, as Charlene sucked my right. Pete was pulling down my thong, & he sucked my cock in to the balls as he did so.

I was wondering if maybe Charlene would like some 'three-cock action,' since she was the only person on the yacht without a cock. I had no idea how to manage that, however, so I decided to just go with the flow, & see what happened.

Pete had both of my balls in his mouth, now. Paloma was moving away from us. Charlene was back to kissing me, & I was trying to get her out of her bikini.

Paloma returned. She had gotten some lube. She straddled my waist, & greased up my tits with the stuff, then she handed it to Pete, who let my balls slip from his lips. Pete raised my legs up high, & began to grease up my ass, as Paloma started to fuck my tits with a nice 8 inch cock, that seemed to be nearly as thick as Rachael's.

":Have a seat on her face," Paloma said to Charlene. "We should all enjoy your slut."

Pete was working a nice fat cock into me, now, as Charlene got into position, facing Paloma. I could only assume that the girls were kissing & rubbing their breasts together as I got royally fucked by Pete. I was licking Charlene's pussy, & moving my hands over both her & Paloma, while it felt good to have that thick cock fucking the crevasse between my tits.

We stayed like that until Charlene was squealing, & shaking on my face, as she quickly hit her first peak. Then, Charlene lifted off my face, & turned around & got on her knees above me. Paloma raised up & pushed her cock into my mouth. The lube tasted like mangoes, & she pulled out of my lips, & guided her cock into Charlene's pussy, her large, heavy ball sack swaying above my face. I found myself mesmerized for a moment, as I watched them couple, before I began to lick their union, & finally settled onto Charlene's clit.

Pete was taking his time in my ass. His cock was long. I still hadn't even seen it, but it felt sooooooo good as it slid in & out on me, very slowly. He was making sure that I got to savor every millimeter of his shaft.

I stuck my finger in Charlene's pussy, to lube it. Then I sucked Paloma's balls into my mouth, as I slipped that finger up her ass.

"Oh!" she exclaimed. "You little slut! Fuck me with your finger, Sweetie!"

She held still, with her balls in my mouth, as Charlene started banging her ass into Paloma's crotch. Then, as the women gasped & moaned in their pleasure, Pete pulled me out from beneath them. He gently pulled his cock from my depths, & lifted me as if I were really a small girl. He slurped my cock into his mouth again. Then he turned me around.

"Fuck her, Sweetie," he harshly whispered.

His hands guided my cock right up to Paloma's flexing ass. I reached down & found the lube, slathering it along my length just before my mushroom head made contact with Paloma's smooth cheeks. Then it was onward to heaven as I sank into the warmest ass I had ever fucked. Her butt seemed to suck my cock in, smooth as butter. Once I was in her, balls deep, Pete took up his position behind me again, & I felt him enter me yet again. We became a human chain, as Charlene was fucked by Paloma, while I fucked Paloma, & Pete brought up the rear, to coin a phrase. We were working like the proverbial 'well-oiled machine,' until Charlene started to quake in orgasm. I could see her fingers clutching at the deck as she went into her spams of ecstacy. Paloma redoubled her speed, her ass slithering over my cock like a thousand tongues, banging me back onto Pete's cock.




Sweetie Ch. 12



Charlene crawled out from under Paloma. then. She came around to kiss me & rub my tits.

Paloma pulled off my cock, just before I reached the point of no return, & rolled over to lie on her back before me. I dipped down, & slurped Charlene's essence off Paloma's cock, as Pete kept a steady rhythm going in my ass.

"Fuck her, Sweetie," Charlene whispered into my ear, as she tweaked a nipple.

Paloma scooted down under me, & guided my cock back into her ass. I sucked on her nipples as she reached down & grabbed my prick with a lubricated hand.

"Are you gonna fuck me good, Sweetie?"

ALL I could do was grunt in the affirmative as I pressed my loins forward until my cock hit her hole. We stared eye to eye as my cock slipped into her, & she smiled a beatific smile as I hit home, Pete was speeding up, behind me. I was hoping he could last awhile longer.

Paloma's legs were spread wide, & she brought them up to sit on my shoulders when Pete suddenly wrapped his big arms around me, locking my arms to my side, & pulled me back as he fucked me. Charlene wasn't idle, either. She must have had a strap on in her purse, because she was wearing it, & crawling around us to get behind Pete. His thrusting stopped, & he grunted as she slid her toy up inside him. Now, both Pete & I were merely conduits. Charlene was fucking me through Pete, & Pete was fucking Paloma through me.

Pete's actions became erratic. I felt him swell within me, then the torrent of pulsing cum inside nearly brought me off, as his hands clenched my breasts so firmly. He held himself inside me until he shrank, but he still didn't slip out, as Charlene pounded him to her own gasping orgasm.

Paloma & I were locked, face to face. I was so close, & she knew it.

"If you cum first," she grinned into my face, "I get to fuck you, slut."

That was enough to push me over the edge, & as my hips thrashed out of control, Pete's cock popped right out of my ass, & he rolled to the side.

I was still gasping for air, pumping my fluids into Paloma, when her hands went to my breasts again, lifting them, squeezing them, tweaking the nipples.

When I fell to my elbows, exhausted, Paloma pushed me back.

"Damn, girl! Your pontoons could kill a girl," she chuckled. "Roll over, bitch. It's my turn!"

Then I had my legs in the air, as Paloma buried her fat cock into me. She was relentless from the moment she got the head of her dong in me, thrusting hard & deep.

By this time, my tits felt very heavy as the wobbled with her every thrust. I looked over to see Charlene & Pete together, watching us. Charlene was absent-mindedly tugging on his limp, yet still 7 inch long appendage. His hand was on her pussy, as he palmed her gently.

"I have a treat for you, Paloma," I whispered. "Suck my tits."

Her eyes closed, as her lips went around my left nipple, then they opened wide as I started to flow into her mouth. Her eyes locked onto mine, as she sipped, slowing her thrusts until they were agonizingly slow.

Charlene knew what was up, but Pete didn't. She came & laid down next to me, pulling Pete down on top of her.

"Suck Sweetie's tit," Charlene whispered to him.

When he did, he pulled back in surprise. He straddled the strap on she was wearing, & rode it as he suckled at my breast.

My hands went to the backs of their heads as they took pleasure & nourishment from me.

Paloma was speeding up again, until she was pounding me so hard I feared my nipples would pop out of their mouths. Then, her spasms in my ass foretold of the pulsing stream I felt within. She relentlessly pounded me even as she shrank in my hole. Then, she sank in, balls deep, & lay on me, as she slurped away at my breast.

I lowered my legs when her softened cock slid out of my clenching ass, & basked in the afterglow, as my two new friends finished draining my udders.

Paloma rolled off of me, panting, & Pete was bouncing hard onto Charlene's toy. I reached down & stroked him off, his seed shooting all over Charlene's belly & tits. Then, Paloma & I licked his cum off of Charlene. I took off her strap on, giving Paloma access to her pussy, as I finished sucking all Pete's cum off her tits. Charlene was keening in pleasure in no time on our tongues.

Pete crawled off & refilled everyone's glasses, as Charlene's spasms quieted, & she hummed in satisfaction. He advised us to put our suits back on, due to the fact that there were other boats in the area.

Later, the boat stopped its engines. The sea was fairly calm as Pete baited some hooks, & cast lines out. The fishing rods were set in holders around the deck, & we tasted some of the fruit from Charlene's cooler, as we drank our drinks.

Paloma seemed to be quite taken with me. She was always at my side, touching me, petting me, sometimes kissing me. Her hands wandered over me nearly the entire trip, once she'd had a taste of my milk. My nipples never got a chance to relax when she was near.

There was a hit on one of the lines in the water, & Pete went to pull in a large bluefish. I watched him, noting the way he brought it in so expertly. There was another hit, & he told me it was mine. I wrestled with it for awhile, before I could bring it into the boat.

We caught, in all, 13 blues in practically no time at all. Pete put them all on ice in a handy chest under one of the benches, & the motor started up, again.

We went farther out to sea, & fished some more, bringing in several sea perch, & some other fish that I'd never seen before. Night was falling as we started back to shore, or so they told me. I couldn't tell, because I couldn't see the shoreline.

I felt the need to be milked again, & offered up my tits to any takers.

Pete told us all to take off our tops, that he was going to give his captain a treat. He climbed to the tower, & relieved George, who came down the ladder to the deck. His eyes lit up at the three pairs of breasts in his sight, then went into the galley to get a non-alcoholic beer. As he left the galley, the three of us accosted him before he could come back outside.

Paloma pushed him to a couch, pulling his pants down in the process, as Charlene pulled his shirt up & off. I took his shoes, as Charlene went to work with her mouth on his cock.

Paloma pushed me toward him, & I draped my tits over his face. Charlene told me to fuck myself on his cock, & who was I to argue? I climbed up onto his 7 inches with glee, as his eyes widened at the milk flowing from my tit into his lips. As I bounced on his length, I felt Paloma get up behind me. I knew that Charlene had orchestrated this, when Paloma started pressing her cock in beside George's.

George gasped when Paloma's much thicker cock popped in, making me very tight back there. His well-oiled member was being milked just as surely as he was puling the milk from my breast, as Paloma's cock slid along his length, thrilling his every nerve ending.

I couldn't believe the suction that George could produce! it felt like he was trying to get my entire tit in his mouth, an impossible feat, but he was trying. I was bouncing on his cock, & Paloma was pounding it heard into me. My ass was in heaven, as my breasts were drained into the captain's lusty lips.

George came first, shooting a massive load up my hot round ass. He lay there gasping, his cock still trapped in my ass, with Paloma's longer cock rubbing him mercilessly inside me. As he gasped, Paloma began that pulsing that I knew signaled her impending peak. I gripped George's head tight to my breast as she filled me with her diminished seed.

I looked over to see Charlene furiously rubbing her pussy as she watched us raping George, so I climbed off the exhausted man to plow my cock into Charlene's pussy. Her eyes went wide as I pumped into her wet depths, but I wasn't about to stop. Her hands went to my ass, pulling me in, & I slammed into her with all my might until we came together, loudly, with her thrashing beneath me, our tits pressed tight together as we kissed.

As we lay in a tangle, George got up, groaning about 'duty,' & went up the ladder to the tower to relieve Pete.

Pete came back down to join us in the cabin, grinning from ear to ear.

"Well," he laughed, "we sure surprised George! Thank you, Sweetie! That was a first for all of us."

He went & got us more drinks. Pretty soon, the boat was spinning. I hadn't eaten in quite awhile, well, except for some berries from the cooler, & I was swooning from the alcohol.

Pete recognized the need for food, & went & cleaned some fish. Soon there were smells of seafood wafting from the galley, & my stomach was rumbling in need.

The meal was delicious, made even more so by the need for it. Still, I could tell Pete was an impressive cook. I nibbled some more berries, as a dessert, & sipped Pete's amazing drink. Soon, I felt the need for a nap, & Pete directed me to a lovely little bed in the cabin, & I nodded off to the boat's vibrations, with cum leaking from my ass.

I awoke in the night. The cabin was pitch black. The boat was tossing in rough waters, & standing was difficult as I wormed my way out of the cabin to the deck. I saw Charlene sleeping on a couch in the living room, on my way out.

I had no idea how anyone could sleep through the rolling motion of the yacht in this weather.

Pete was in a chair on the deck, sipping more of his drink. Paloma was nowhere to be seen. I assumed that George was up top, steering the vessel.

"Hiya, Sweetie," Pete drawled. "Wassup? Couldn't sleep?"

I told him the motion was a bit too hard to sleep through, & he chuckled at that.

"Seems the other ladies aren't having any trouble. Want a drink?"

"Yeah. I'm a little parched."

He hit the tap of the cooler, & filled a plastic cup for me. As I went to take it, I was sprayed by a high wave hitting the side og the yacht.

"Pretty rough out here, tonight," Pete mused. "Nothing to worry about, though. 25 foot waves isn't all that bad, for this time of year."

I gaped at him, as I swilled down his fruity concoction.

"That's as high as Charlene's HOUSE!"

"Eh...like I said...nothing to worry your pretty little head about. George has it all covered."

I sat on the bench next to him, as the yacht rocked back & forth through the waves. I was feeling rather foolish, bit still very alarmed by the waves, when he put his arm around my shoulders. It felt so warm in the salt spray of that tepid evening, that I just sighed & settled in.

That's how Charlene found me the next morning, sleeping under Pete's wing.

"Well, just look at you two," was what I heard upon waking. "You look rather cozy!"

I grinned sheepishly up to see Charlene standing over us in nothing but her bikini bottoms. As usual, once I saw her breasts, my cock rose on its own accord.

"Look at that," Pete laughed, as his hand went to my erection in my tight little suit. "I think someone likes the view!"

"She is like this every morning," Charlene laughed. "I think she has a tit fetish."

"Well, hell," he laughed, "then she probably gets hard every time she looks in a mirror!"

His hands were pawing at my tits, now, & I groaned in response to his touch.

I was noticing that the sea had calmed quite a bit, to my relief, as Charlene came & offered me her nipples to kiss. As I complied with her obvious wishes, my hands roamed to untie her bikini bottoms at the sides, & her little scrap of cloth fell to the deck. My fingers went to her core, & she maneuvered herself onto the bench next to me. By this time, Pete had removed my own bikini, & my breasts were in his hands once more, as I leaned down to suck at Charlene's pussy. Pete slipped a lubricated finger up my back passage, & I groaned in need, pressing my face into her folds. I slipped out of his grasp, remembering her promise of a straight fuck, & raised myself over her naked form.

I raised her legs to my shoulders, then, & aimed my cock into her wet pussy. As I slid home inside her, Pete returned at my ass, driving three fingers deeply into me. I shuddered, my tits quaking as I began to pump myself in & out of Charlene. Pete got into position behind me, & soon I felt his very hard cock pushing its way into me. My breasts pressed against Charlene's, I sighed in pleasure as I fucked & was fucked at the same time.

My eyes were closed, when something soft & warm brushed up against my face. My eyes flew open to see Paloma's beautiful form, as she held her cock between my face & Charlene's. Soon, we were kissing her hardening prick, our tongues reaching around it to rub against each other. Pete's movements in my ass became more frantic, & all too soon, he pulsed his essence into my stretched out ass.

I was thrusting harder & harder into Charlene, & Paloma pulled out from between our faces, & climbed behind me. As her thick member eased into me, Charlene screamed in her pleasure, her hands gripping my hips & pulling me in & out at a frantic pace. This slid me along Paloma's length, which soon had my head spinning out of control, as I loosed my fluids within Charlene's clasping cunt.

My shuddering aftershocks sent Paloma into a frenzy in my ass, & I soon felt her spill her seed within me. I lay there, on top of Charlene, for a long time, afterward. Paloma pulled out of my ass, & went with Pete to make breakfast, as I slid my huge globes over Charlene's breasts, & we caressed each other as we came down from our sexual highs.

That day was much like the previous one, in that I had Pete, Paloma, Charlene, & George all fucking my ass, taking advantage of my hungry lips, & feeding upon my milk-laden tits, until I saw land.

We hurriedly dressed ourselves as we came ashore, then, & gathered ourselves up to go into Pete's house again. We went in & showered, & I noticed that all the men who'd been there yesterday were now gone.

Pete went out & got the rest of the fish, & put some in a cooler for us to take home, & soon, Charlene & I were on our way back home.

I sat in the passenger seat quietly as she drove.

"What's going on in your mind, Sweetie?"

"Nothing, really," I responded. "I was just noticing that we never did get to go swimming."

"You know what? You're right!" she exclaimed. She took the very next exit, &, to my surprise, pulled into a motel driveway.

"We're going swimming, & we're going to show you off a bit, too!"

She went into the office, & rented a room, & soon returned with a key, as I waited in the car in my bikini.

She parked, & when we got out of the car, she took my hand, & escorted me to a room. I took another shower, & as she took hers, I milked my swollen breasts. When she came out of the shower, Charlene noted how huge my nipples had become, from all the sucking action.

"They're going to look so good at the pool! Quick! Let's get going!"

She handed me the tiny blue thong, & helped me into the minuscule top, before putting on a pretty little powder blue one-piece of her own. She gave me that big red butt plug to put in myself, & I gasped as it popped its way into my depths. Then she led the way to the pool.

I followed her, with my ass cheeks slithering over each other from the lube I'd used to put the plug in. With our towels in hand, we walked to the pool, finding that there were three other couples enjoying the sun & the warm water. All eyes were on us, mostly on my tits, as we set our towels on some conveniently placed lounge chairs.

I wanted to get right in the water, to avoid those prying eyes, but Charlene insisted that we spread some lotion over each other, to the joy of the men, & the possible consternation of the women. Her hands on my breasts nearly made me hard, & I had to concentrate to keep from exposing my true sex in the tiny little pouch of the thong holding my cock & balls.

We lay back & took in some sun for awhile, as one of the couples got in the pool & splashed & played. I put on my sunglasses, & secretly viewed the others at the pool. All three couples were very attractive, yet in very different ways. There was an Asian woman with a Caucasian man. He was rather short, & nearly hairless on his body. He was slim as she was, & both of their eyes kept darting over to take in my gargantuan breasts, with the huge protruding nipples. I was thinking that she was going to get royally fucked as soon as they went to their room.

There was a rather hefty redheaded woman in a one-piece, black suit, with breasts that rivaled my own in size. She was with a tall, slender, balding man, with very bulky boxers on.

The third couple, in the pool, were a very athletic-looking pair. She actually looked a bit like a body-builder to me, with bulging biceps, & large shoulders. She wore a bikini that wasn't nearly as revealing as my own, but her body was very enticing to me. Her partner was a tall, dark & handsome man in a red Speedo.

I watched them play for a bit, then Charlene asked me if I wanted to get in the pool. I did want to get away from all those prying eyes, so I nodded, & stood. As I took off my sunglasses, my eyes glanced over to see the busty redhead wink at me.

I blushed, turned, & dove into the pool from the side. I swam the length of the pool, & when I raised myself to grab a breath of air, Charlene was still standing by the pool, giggling at me. It took me a few seconds to realize that she was laughing because my tits had shaken themselves free of the tiny top that I wore, & were floating on top of the water as my hands went to brush the water & wet hair out of my eyes. I must have looked quite a sight to our audience.

Just then, the redhead & the Asian girl applauded, as I blushed an even redder shade, & tried unsuccessfully to get my nipples covered by the tiny triangles of fabric.

At this point, the muscular woman already in the pool, swam up to me, & helped me to adjust myself back into my suit. She was giggling in my face as she helped me to move the huge globes of flesh until they were adequately covered. My nipples were stuck out a half mile, it seemed, & she accidentally flicked her fingers over them as she helped me get re-situated.

I looked over to see her man sitting at the edge of the pool, grinning like a wolf at us. He licked his lips as he watched her get my tits into the suit.

Charlene dove in, & swam up to us, & introduced herself, immediately after I thanked the woman for her help.

'I'm Carla," she said, "& the wolf ogling us over there is Jack. He's such a letch!"

She grinned over to her man, & he flipped a forefinger at us in a wave.

The Asian girl, & her thin friend, got up & left for their room, then, & the redhead & her guy soon followed suit.

"I'll bet those are two very lucky ladies," Jack stage whispered over to us, laughing. "They're gonna get VERY lucky!"

Carla groaned at him, but laughed along, as did Charlene & I.

We swam with Jack & Carla for an hour or two. They were very personable people, kind, yet playful.

I was the last out of the pool, & my thong made my package very noticeable as I strode up the steps at the shallow end. I noticed Jack's eyes widen as they were plastered to my crotch.

Carla laughed, & punched his arm playfully.

"See anything you like, dear?" she asked him.

As Jack stammered in his confusion, & I blushed, Charlene told them, "I'm sorry. I guess you didn't know. Sweetie, here, is my personal maid & slut. She's built for pleasure, aren't you, Sweetie?"

Blushing an even redder shade, I just nodded my head.

"So, would you ladies like to join us for dinner, tonight?" Carla asked, still grinning hugely at Jack's surprise.

"We'd love to," I blurted out, without even considering Charlene's input on the matter.

Charlene's eyes went wide. Then she grinned & agreed, & it was set up that we'd meet at the motel's office at 6.

We gathered our towels & suntan oils, & went back to our room. I looked to see Carla & Jack doing the same thing. Their room was two doors down from ours.




Sweetie Ch. 12



As we entered the room, Charlene started laughing.

"You are SUCH a slut," she chuckled. "So which one do you like more, Sweetie?"

"Carla, of course," I answered. "She looks like she could be tough, but she's beautiful."

"I know you like it rough, don't you?"

Looking at the clock, I saw it was already 4:30. We'd have to start getting ready if we were to be on time.

I waited & watched tv as Charlene took a shower. I was pumping my breasts as she emerged in a towel.

"Still wearing your plug, Sweetie?"

"Oh yeah," I said. "I forgot all about it."

"Never thought you'd say that about something shoved up your ass, did you?"

I looked at her. She had a devilish twinkle in her eye, & I knew I was in for a lively, yet rough, ride tonight.

"No, I'd have never thought I'd say that."

I went into the shower, after taking the plug out of my ass, & using the enema bag that we'd brought with us. I guessed that I'd need to be very clean this night. As I came out of the bath, with a towel wrapped around me, Charlene held up another surprise. It was another sun dress, similar to the shimmery multicolored one I already had. This one was paler, &, thus, even more revealing, if that were possible. Since the pink thong was still wet, I would have to go 'commando' under this dress, if I didn't want my underwear to show through.

I was feeling daring, though. I asked her if she'd brought some bandaids for my nipples.

"Why, yes, I think I have them in my purse," Charlene grinned, & I knew she had planned this out before we'd left.

I slapped the bandaids on, & draped the dress over myself. I put on some nice heeled sandals, & put on some light make up. Charlene then produced that black wavy wig I'd worn at the party. Looking at myself in the mirror, I just knew every man who saw me would want to fuck me. Charlene made me wear a white silk scarf as a sash, which emphasized my thin waist, &, of course, my huge tits.

We walked to the motel office, after Charlene had dressed in her own sun dress, which was pretty damned hot, too. It was a little pink number that seemed transparent. She, however, wore panties to match.

Jack & Carla gaped at us, as we approached them. He was wearing some khaki shorts, a dark blue polo shirt, & sandals. Carla was gorgeous in a yellow cut-off tee, that showed her tight midriff, & daisy dukes, with yellow plastic sandals.

"So, where should we go?" Charlene asked Jack.

"We spoke to the lady at the desk. She says there's a great restaurant, about 15 miles from here, that specializes in seafood," Carla said.

"I LOVE seafood," I grinned.

"I'll drive," offered Charlene.

We got in her Excursion, with Jack up front, to direct her. I sat in the back with Carla.

As we drove, Jack turned to Charlene to ask her, "Um...I'm not sure I heard you right, earlier. What did you say about Sweetie, again?"

Charlene's eyes flashed at me in the rear-view mirror. I could see she was feeling especially playful, & my heart pounded in my considerable chest.

"Why don't you tell them what you are, Sweetie," she teased.

I blushed, as my hands went to my breasts, to lift them as an offering, & Carla's eyes bulged as I spoke.

"I'm a fucking big-titted cow. You can even milk my tits. I am Charlene's personal slut. I love to be fucked in my ass. I love to suck cock, pussy, tits & balls. I live to service whomever Charlene wishes. My body is here to be used, if Charlene wishes it."

"Wow," Carla said, unsnapping her seat belt. "That is very interesting."

She slid over on the seat, & her hand went to my thigh.

Jack had turned to watch us, his eyes narrowed in lust. I saw his hand in his lap, as Carla's went up the hem of my dress.

"Is that true, Charlene?" she asked.

"Absolutely," Charlene answered her. "Go ahead & check her out, Carla."

Carla's hand was at my balls, now, & my cock was rising in my dress. She flipped the hem up so that my cock was exposed.

"Your skin is so smooth," she whispered, as her fingers felt around my hairless crotch.

Carla dipped down, & took my rising cock in her lips. I gasped when I felt her tongue working my shaft over. She untied my sash, & pushed my dress up to expose my breasts, with the bandaids looking so ridiculous on my nipples.

She peeled off the bandaids, then, as she gazed into my eyes while sucking my cock.

"Would you like to join them, Jack?" Charlene asked. "Those seats fold down, & the back windows are tinted pretty well. Here, let me pull over."

I was gasping as she turned the car to the side of the road & stopped. Jack got out & re-entered in the back with his wife & I. We folded the seats down, which left a fairly open area for playtime. Carla pulled my dress up & over my head, & returned to sucking my cock, her fingers teasing my ass.

"M 'lady," I gasped, "do you have any lube?"

"Of course, Sweetie, dear," she laughed. "I always have lube for you right here in my purse."

She handed back a bottle of lube to Jack, who was in the process of removing his clothes.

"I want to see him suck your cock, Sweetie," Carla whispered in my ear, rising up & off my cock.

She moved aside, as Jack moved between my legs. Her eyes flashed at me, looking pointedly at my cock, then at Jack, & I took the hint.

I leaned over & kissed her, as Jack was greasing up his cock between my legs.

"Want to fuck me, Jack?"

He nodded.

"Kiss me, first," I grinned at him, I leaned back, then looked purposefully at my throbbing dick, & then back.

He looked at Carla, who had a huge smile on her face.

"You've always wanted to see that, haven't you, you bitch," Jack chuckled.

"Suck that dick, big boy," she teased, pushing his head down towards my throbbing meat. "Go on. It isn't like it's a man. Just look up in between those tits at Sweetie's beautiful face as you suck her, Jack."

He opened up & took me in, like he'd done it all his life. He was pretty good, too, for a novice.

"Yeah, suck that cock, Jack. Take it all the way in...Now, lick those big balls. Yeah, that feels good, doesn't it, Sweetie?"

"Oh yeah," I moaned. "Don't stop. Suck it! Put your fingers in me while you suck my cock."

We kept reminding him that it was a cock in his mouth. Jack was blushing, & I thought it was quite cute as I started pumping my cock in his lips. His fingers were in my ass, now, & I was getting close.

Carla saw this, & gently put her hand on his head, to hold him there.

"I want her to cum in your mouth, Jack. Suck that cock! Look up into her beautiful brown eyes & see how good you're making her feel. That's it, you little cocksucker! Suck it! Make her CUM!"

Carla was rubbing her hand over Jack's ass while she teased him. Then she started spanking him, & his efforts on me went into overdrive, bringing me to the brink in seconds.

"I'm gonna cum," I whispered.

"YEAH!" Carla shouted, slapping his ass even harder. "Eat that cum up. Jack! Swallow it like a good bitch!"

I was startled at this turn of events, but it didn't slow my orgasm. I gripped Jack's head in an iron grip, & started pumping my juices into him. I could feel him trying to swallow, his tongue moving deliciously over my cock head as he gulped, & I groaned as I filled his mouth with my seed.

Carla was sucking my nipple, & watching him struggle to contain my copious amount of sperm.

"As soon as you're done, Jack, I want to watch you fuck her!"

Jack's head was still bobbing on me as I shuddered in my aftershocks. He seemed downright reluctant to let my member slip out of his lips. As it became obvious that I was done, he licked me, gently, bringing me down, his fingers still wriggling in my ass. 

"Now, fuck her, Jack. Fuck her hard!"

I rolled over, & presented my ass to him. Jack got up on his knees, & I saw Carla kiss him deeply, tasting my fluids on his tongue. She guided his cock toward my ass, & slapped his backside to drive him home within me.

It was heavenly, looking out at the scrolling landscape as that cock entered my ass.

Carla was feeling up my tits as Jack hammered into my backside. He had a nice cock, at about 7 inches. It was a little thick, too, thrilling me as his balls slapped into my own.

Carla kept her clothes on as her husband fucked me,but her hands were everywhere at once, it seemed. On him. On me. Feeling where we joined, & even dipping her fingers into my ass with his prick, occasionally. Jack was pretty wound up, as he was coming into me after only a few minutes.

He lay on my back, panting heavily, as Carla cooed in his ear about how hot he looked with my cock in his mouth.

Charlene called back to tell us to get ourselves straightened up, as the restaurant was in sight. I found a towel & wiped off the excess lube, & Jack's spittle & cum, from my skin. I looked around for my bandaids, but they were balled up on the floor, & Charlene told me she was fresh out of them.

This would be an interesting outing, I thought, as I draped my dress over my head. 'I'll be lucky if they allow me into the restaurant, with my nipples showing through this dress!'

I tied my sash, just as Jack got himself together. Charlene pulled into the lot, & we all got out, three of us from the back of the SUV.

Carla seemed glued to my side, as we walked up the steps to the door. Her hand was on my ass, raising & lowering the hem of my dress as we walked.

I felt a little embarrassed, but went with it, striding like the slut I was into the eatery. The hostess met us, staring first at my height, & then at my nipples showing clearly through my dress. She got 4 menus, & had us follow her into a darker part of the restaurant. I was thankful for her compassion.

A waitress came & took our drink orders, as we sat at a table for 4. Carla kept leaning in & running her hands over my thighs. I think she was trying to get me hard in my dress. Charlene watched me being teased with a big grin, & I kicked off a sandal to run my toes over Jack's crotch, just to keep things interesting.

We enjoyed a fine meal, with lots of flirting going on by each of us. I made sure to eat lots of oysters, clams, & crab meat, to restore my depleted sperm reservoirs. We also enjoyed some fine white wine, & soon, my head was full of that warm, almost tipsy feeling that I love.

We shared a couple desserts, feeding each other as our hands kept busy under the table, teasing whoever we could reach.

When we were done, Carla wanted to go to the bar for a few more drinks, so we went to the dark little room as Jack paid the tab. We sat in a corner booth, with me being bookmarked by Charlene & Carla. Their hands kept teasing me, & Carla removed my sash again. She had me raise up & pull my dress up from around my ass, so my butt was sitting right on the vinyl of the bench. Then her hands went into my dress. She was leaning in close, with one hand all the way up to my breasts, when Jack joined us.

Jack sat on the outside, next to Charlene, as Carla ordered him to do.

"You already had a turn with Sweetie," she said. "It's my turn to have a little fun with her. Let Charlene play with your cock, Jack. Go ahead & open your zipper."

Charlene laughed, & put her hand in his crotch.

"Do you ever fuck her, yourself?" Carla asked Charlene.

"Oh yes. I've had her cock, but she really likes it when I use the strapon on her," Charlene answered, with her hand full of cock & her eyes meeting mine. "You can use it on her, yourself, if you like."

"That sounds like a lot of fun, Charlene," Carla said. "I saw an adult book store on the way into town this morning, & I think I need to get one of my own. You can use yours on Jack, if you want."

Jack's eyes went wide, & he choked on his drink, when she spoke.

"I think that sounds like fun, don't you, Jack?" Charlene asked the sputtering man.

Jack said he'd never tried it as he sat there red-faced & helpless in Charlene's grasp.

I looked down to see the clear outline of Carla's hand squeezing my left tit. She lightly pinched my nipple, & I gasped in pleasure. I felt myself growing under the table.

Suddenly, Carla pulled away, saying, "Let's go. I want to check out that bookstore."

She slid out of the booth, as Jack tried to stuff himself back into his pants.

I sat there helplessly, hoping my cock would go down, but Charlene told me to "get my hot little ass moving," so I had to suck up my drink, & I slid out of the booth, holding my sash.

I stood, & Carla laughed at me. My cock was pushing my dress out obscenely, & my nipples were very hard, & showing through my dress. Jack, too, was having a tough time hiding his excitement, but he needn't have worried, My ridiculous situation drew all the stares in the place, as I tried to move as fast as I could out the door to the car.

I felt my milk drop in my breasts, as I got in the back, again. This time, Carla went up front with Charlene. She leaned in a gave Charlene a deep, soulful kiss, as her husband started feeling me up, again.

"Jack," I whispered, "I need to be milked. Would you mind?"

I struggled out of my dress again, & Carla demanded that Charlene pull over so I could be 'properly milked.' Soon, we were back on the road, & I had a mouth on each of my nipples, one of my favorite things.

When I was bone dry, Jack directed Charlene to the bookstore, & we were there in minutes.

I expected to sit in the car & wait, but everyone got out, & Charlene told me to get my dress back on & get in there. They left me to get dressed, so I had to enter the store by myself.

I was suddenly frightened, as I approached the doors. The way I was dressed would surely draw a whole lot of attention, not all of which would be welcomed. I wanted to get in & get out as fast as I could.

Right in front of the blacked out glass doors was a wall & a short hall. Turning the corner, I was facing a glass case of the biggest dildos & butt plugs I'd ever seen. I shuddered at the thought of taking any of them in my ass.

I saw Carla standing by a book case full of DVD's, & started walking her way.

"Where's Charlene & Jack?" I asked.

"They went in the back to check out the movies, Sweetie. Here, come help me pick out a good strap on."

She took my hand, & we checked out an entire row of sex toys designed for a woman to wear & fuck her partner with.

"Jack's been such a baby about this," she told me. "I've been after him for two years to let me take his hot little ass, but he keeps holding me off. He;s quite taken with the two of you, Sweetie. I never thought I'd get to see him sucking a cock. Thank you for that."

She went on & on, telling me their most secret sexual fantasies, like it was the most normal thing in the world. She didn't even seem to care that others could clearly hear her. There were about 10 other people in the store, 8 of them men.

The two women were either strippers or hookers, judging from their appearance. Then I remembered my own state of dress, & decided not to judge anyone.

"So, Charlene tells me that you like the real big ones," Carla was saying.

Blushing a deep red, as others looked up at that statement, I found myself answering her just as loudly.

"That's Charlene for you," I said. "SHE likes to see the big ones in me. I actually prefer something like this."

I indicated a pleasant-looking 8 inch, realistic dildo. The package proclaimed it was made of 'Cyberskin,' & that it would feel completely real.

Carla reached out & touched it, saying, "Yeah, I agree. This would be a lot of fun to take in any hole, wouldn't it?"

I 'helped' her find a good harness, looking for the ones that would either rub sensuously against her clit, or those that had a bulb on the inside, to please her while she fucked Jack.

As we picked out what we thought would be the most comfortable, & the most useful, Charlene & Jack joined us from the movie section at the back of the store. Jack's lips were glossy, & Charlene had a satisfied look on her face. She also had a spot of cum on the front of her summer dress, She caught me looking at it, & grinned.

"We just had another dessert."

I laughed, & Carla showed her the toys she'd chosen. Charlene helped her to narrow down her choices, & chose a few toys for herself, as well. She then grabbed a huge horse-sized cock, standing by itself on a glass-topped counter, & shook it at me.

"I want to see you take this, Sweetie," she threatened.

I felt the blood rush out of my face, as she told our new friends about how I could take her fist in my ass. Again, customers were staring, as her voice was in a normal conversational mode.

"I'd pay to see that," a man said.

I looked over to see a tall, thin man. He was attractive, I suppose, but his interjection into our private conversation turned me off, somehow.

Charlene, however, had no reservations, it seemed. I think she was a little drunk from the drinks at the restaurant.

"Sure, why not," she exclaimed. "Give us a minute to buy this stuff."

I stood there, helplessly, as she took the toys she'd gathered to the lady at the counter. Carla joined her, & together they bought about $300 worth of toys.

The man just stood there, staring at me & grinning. Jack stood off to the side, looking uncomfortable.

"Ready?" Charlene asked the man. "We haven't discussed cost. What are you willing to pay to watch me fist fuck Sweetie, here?"

"I'll pay you $100, if you do it in the parking lot, but I'll pay you for your entire purchases if you let me watch in my hotel room."

"What do you think, Carla? Should we give this guy a personal show?"

"I want to see that, myself, Charlene," Carla told her, "but I want to try out my new toy first!"

Carla turned to me, saying, "What do you think, Sweetie? You gonna let me have that fine ass before Charlene fists ya?"

"It isn't really up to her, you know," Charlene said. "She's MY slut, you know!"

"Oh, that's right! I forgot! You coming, Jack?"

Jack, shaking his head, followed us out the door, with the thin man bringing up the rear



Sweetie Pie



Hi folks, just a fun little vignette based on a real life experience, and considerably embellished, of course.

Thanks to Britease for reviewing and editing this work.

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I was in Las Vegas with my wife of three years, Leanna. She and I had eaten a late lunch and we were wandering hand in hand through the bar area of one of the major hotels. Then there was a voice I hadn't heard in years.

"Hello, sweetie pie!"

I froze. I gripped Leanna's hand tighter. The voice could only be Mary's, and I recognized her British accent. To Americans, Brits have an accent. I worked around several of them in a previous job, Mary being one of them, and became familiar with the sound of her voice.

I slowly turned around. Yup, that was Mary. "Well, hello, sugar plum!" I answered. Leanna looked at me questioningly. I was smiling, and so was Mary.

Mary set her drink down, got off the bar stool and gave me a quick hug, something she had never done before. "Is this lovely lady your wife?" she asked.

"Mary, I'd like you to meet my wife Leanna," I said.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Leanna," Mary answered, and extended her hand. Leanna, still puzzled, shook Mary's hand and stammered, "Likewise, Mary. How do you know each other?"

"We were colleagues at X company years ago," she answered with a laugh. "Once we had a difference of opinion of some sort about something at work, I don't even recall what it was, and with no little sarcasm in my voice, I called Davey here sweetie pie. He retaliated by calling me sugar plum. Those nicknames stayed until he left the company and moved away while he and his then-wife were divorcing."

Leanna, still looking doubtful, slowly nodded her head in understanding.

I didn't recall the nature of our disagreement back then. It wasn't major, but we frequently communicated on work matters, and Mary always called me sweetie pie, and I always called her sugar plum.

Mary had always struck me as someone who could hurt a guy. Physically as well as emotionally. Once I told her that the guy she ended up with would have to be an eight foot tall lumberjack to be able to handle her.

It was only then that I noticed a wedding ring on Mary's hand.

"Mary, I notice you're wearing a ring. Did you finally get that eight foot tall lumberjack?"

"Silly boy," Mary giggled. "Of course he's not like that."

Leanna, recognizing that there was no threat to her, joined the conversation. "What's he like, Mary?"

"Well," Mary said and paused for a moment, "He's a lot like Davey here."

Uh-oh.

Total silence for a moment.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes, you dummy, really. No sooner were you getting a divorce, when you got that job in Arizona and moved away, before I could get my talons into you."

She formed one hand into a claw, imitating a cat about to pounce on its prey.

I was speechless.

"You had no idea I fancied you then, did you, sweetie pie?"

I slowly shook my head, while Leanna smiled, looking like she was enjoying the situation.

"Men are clueless sometimes, aren't they, Leanna?" Mary giggled.

"Oh, yes, and for once in my life, I'm glad for that fact!"

We made small talk for a little while, and Mary explained that her husband was giving a presentation at a job related conference. She looked at her watch. "He should be done soon."

A moment later a tall slender man about 6'6" came up to Mary and stated, "Okay, I'm done for the day. Ready to go?"

"Dan, I'd like you to meet Davey and his wife Leanna," Mary replied. "I knew him years ago when we both worked at X company."

We shook hands and then I looked at Mary, who was almost giggling. "I told you the truth, sweetie pie," she then told me.

Dan got a surprised look on his face. "Wait... YOU'RE sweetie pie?! Man, you're a tough act to follow, even if the act is totally in her pretty little head!"

A "pretty little head" remark years ago would have earned a hard slap. I guess Dan invoked husband's privilege. Mary just giggled.

"What are you going to do now?" Mary asked us.

Leanna answered for us, "I'm going to take my husband to our room and show him how much I appreciate him."

And she did. More than once. The third time, she was riding me cowgirl style, and had gotten two vaginal orgasms. She looked in my eyes, and said, "Love you, sweetie pie!"

She giggled as I crossed the line and bucked wildly.



Sweetie, Please - I MUST Not Cum!



Sweetie, please -- I must not cum!

She spread her legs wide, and settled her dewy pussy onto me. I was so stiff, that day, I didn't need to hold it up for her to envelop me. 

My wife is built broad in the beam. She is fleshy, with fabulous hips, and she is strong. She turns me on something fierce. And she knows it.

She was particularly turned on herself, that day. She kept sucking my cock and then stopping to admire it, or admire how hard she had made it. I knew how her mind worked -- she took it as a testimony to her sexiness whenever I had an extra hard hard-on. And she was right to, really right to.

So when she settled her weight down onto me, I just lay back and enjoyed a bit of heaven. A generous bit of heaven, it was. Her palm-sized areolas danced before my eyes. Sure, I was crazy about her. And I was crazy about her great big breasts. They weren't tremendous, just really big -- they were perfect on her, and overflowed my hands perfectly.

She was slowly, slowly pulling off my erection, then slamming back down onto it. She could take a little rough sex, which was fine with me. Fact is, her body weight would come slamming onto my pubic area and put pressure right on the cum organs inside me. I made a game of trying to hold it back. I like a challenge, and when the woman you love is in ecstasy and ramming her gorgeous body down onto you, it's a challenge to not spray into her then and there.

I didn't know, then, that each orgasm made my dick grow. 

I have no idea what happened, whether I'd pissed off a witch or accidentally ingested some drug, or what. I only know that the NEXT time we made love, my cock was . . . not JUST stiffer than ever, not SIMPLY very big, but actually and factually a centimeter longer, with width to match.

It took a while to realize it was the orgasms that were doing it to me -- I generally go soft after a cum, so it wasn't until the NEXT erection that I saw that my genitals had grown.

On THAT night, we were making love in complete darkness. She told me later that she'd felt how my size was unquestionably larger, but was too turned on to think about it. She pulled me in, and I made love to her. Yes, she seemed a little tight, that day. Yes, the sex was fabulous. Mostly what I noticed, myself, was that when I came I streamed and streamed and streamed sperm into her, it was a longer orgasm than I could remember. Well, there WAS that one time when I was 19 and had had a week of stimulation at the hands of my then-girlfriend . . . but otherwise, this was certainly the LONGEST orgasm of my life.

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The next day, she snuggled my face into her deep, soft cleavage, and stroked me. But she was doing it so that I'd get hard, and she could talk with me about it. In the full daylight, she pulled my now-really-sizable prong out and said "Ronnie, LOOK at that." She thought I must have been pumping or jelquing or something, and was a little mad at me for not consulting her first. Fact is, I had a pretty big dick before all this started, and she was entirely happy with our sex life. Lucky me, I found a wonderful woman who is also hot-blooded . . . once she's turned on, her civilized side just falls away, and . . . well, you know how it goes.

But with my extra-big cock in her hand, she confronted me about the situation. I didn't know it was getting bigger. But now that two or three extra centimeters pulsed in her hand, it was pretty obvious. You know that feeling when your spine freezes, and all the muscles get a slow, icy contraction? I was good and scared. What the hell was happening to me?

And how much more would it grow?

Once I convinced her that a) growing more cock was news to me, and b) this was NOT my doing, she settled down to help me think things through. It made no sense, but a LOT of life makes no sense. The question, in my bed and in our lives, is "What do we do now?"

First, we took a tape measure to it. Yup, there were definitely two extra centimeters, and it was thicker, too. She sucked on me just a little, and then climbed onto my face like she couldn't wait any more. I realized, when I tasted how creamy she'd gotten in nothing flat, that the idea of having a super-cocked husband struck a deep chord in her. 

We started to have sex -- really good sex -- when I glanced at the clock and saw that my sister and her clan would be there in five minutes flat. I gave my wife a quickie orgasm, but pulled out and tucked it away without cumming, myself . . . and tried to live with the heavy feeling in my balls as I spent the afternoon with the family.

The next day, she took the tape measure to me. And I had not grown any further. We became convinced that it wasn't SEX that was making me grow, just ORGASMS. Shit. Fact is, I had plenty of dick, by now. A little math showed that in a normal year, I'd gain about a meter and a half of dick, if we didn't show a little caution. I did not want to end up as a sideshow freak. 

So unless an exorcist could help, the only thing was for me to stop having orgasms. No problem, right?

My wife is a highly-sexed woman. I'd always been grateful for that. But now, suddenly, it was a challenge. Over the next week or two, I resigned myself to bringing her intimacy and orgasms without using my dick. 

She resigned herself to no such thing.

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A week on, we were naked together, again. I'd given her a good deal of attention, that week, but I hadn't had one orgasm. It's no fun to be afraid to cum. She was sweet about the whole thing, but she was also unhappy about not actually getting my dick in her. She was pouting about it now, after her third orgasm.

"Honey, YOU shouldn't be complaining," I said, as her fingers traced the barest of handjobs on my stiff-standing cock. I was, naturally, hard as a rock, being this close to her naked bod. "I haven't had an orgasm in days and days -- you've gotten plenty!"

"You're right, and you're sweet. THANK YOU for taking care of me. But really, I DO miss having all that meat right there crammed inside me. It's dreamy!"

"Look, I'm dyin' for it -- but I can NOT grow into a cock-monster!" I should have noticed how her pupils dilated when I said that. "I have no idea what's happening to me, but this is the only way we have to control it right now . . . no cumming, for me!" 

"Sweetie, you're brave. But you're tough, too! Tough enough to give me a little and not put yourself in danger, right? I'm not asking you to cum and grow, I just want some of that baseball bat! Give me a little, won't you? Pleeeaaase?"

"Honey -- I haven't shot off in days. I probably can't take too much of your honeypot without exploding!"

"I'll be careful with you, my darling. I NEED it." She was climbing on top of my recumbent body, not waiting for my agreement. And watching her big firm breasts wobble, I lost all ability to argue. A LITTLE fucking wouldn't hurt anyone, would it?

"Oh . . . ohhhh!" She had to get used to the new size of me. Sliding herself down onto my pole, she seemed to be enjoying it for all the times this week she wasn't able to have some. And I can tell you, after a week of abstinence -- abstinence coupled with all the teasing she'd given ME over the last week -- it felt pret-ty good.

"Ohhh yesss!" She started to move on me, and my over-inflated glans was poking her -- something that never used to happen -- I had never struck bottom in her before this growing business. Now I was doing it without even trying.

Tremors shot along my pole. A week's worth of frustration was looking for a way out. "Honey, we're going to have to stop . . . soon!" I panted.

She didn't appear to have heard me. She ground her juicy core around me like it was the best lollipop her cunt had ever had. Sperm welled up in me.

"Honey, we have to stop. Really soon!"

Her eyes were closed and her fleshy hips juddered with her pounding, pounding. I'm 5'10, but she has an inch or two on me. She's a LOT of woman! Watching all that femininity rising and falling on me, I felt like POUNDS of semen were inside me, and it was very nearly too late.

"STOP! STOP!" She began to shake and orgasm. Her nipples pointed at the sky, HARD.

I tried to hold in the cum, tried to keep it down. But I couldn't get away. I grit my teeth and pounded my fists against the mattress -- I held on for a few seconds more. But any resistance I had was gone with the wind, once she started orgasming. Her pussy was a whirlpool of delight, and I couldn't take it one more moment. I exploded! All that sexual tension inside me SHOT and shot and shot and shot into her, I came like a busted fire hydrant. She shook and bounced and shook and moaned and bounced and . . . collapsed onto me, her breasts pushing up under my chin.

And I was mad. I TOLD her we shouldn't do this. But how mad can you be with all that flesh on you, all that pleasure in you? The endorphins flooded my brain, and we both drifted off into a happy sleep.

Chapter 2.

The next day, I had stern words with her. I was bigger, bigger still. If we weren't careful, then soon I'd never be to fit inside her! She said contrite things, and said how she couldn't help herself around me, sometimes. Well, it was dirty pool, hitting me in the ego, but it worked.

We made it through the rest of the month with me giving her orgasms, having sex (oral sex, manual sex, sex with toys) but keeping my cum inside my balls. No orgasms for me. It was NOT easy, but it was important. We stayed close, which is important. 

She would go on and on about my huge cock -- clearly it fascinated her. And I think she was proud that I would get so big, for her.

The next time she tried to persuade me to put it in her, "Just for a little while," I insisted that I would be the one on top, to control things better. Her smile was a thousand watts, but I thought I saw something in it beyond ordinary lust.

She happily got on all fours and waved her lush behind at me. Doggy-style is a dumb name for a fabulous thing, I always said. Splitting her pussy lips apart had never felt so good -- it had been a month since my battering ram had felt anything like it, and I was overwhelmed. Spasms coursed down the barrel of my shaft. I was so big, by now, that she felt seriously tight. I breathed slow, deep breaths and plunged ahead.

She was moaning softly, and pushing her wide hips down onto me, with tiny little jerks. I was so happy. I kept a close watch on myself though, to make sure I wouldn't get too near to orgasm. I could NOT let myself grow more -- it was already somewhere between tremendous and "freaks of porn" size. 

I pushed that rigid meat into her, and marveled at how large I'd become. Slowly, I increased the pace. I was having a grand time. She was huffing and puffing more than she was moaning, I guess the size of me was pushing her ability to take it. But her moans were getting wilder. She was biting her lips, and saying "So big! So big, baby!"

Normally, I'm good for 20 or 30 minutes before I need to cum, but remember -- I hadn't had a release in weeks and weeks. On top of that, we'd had lots of intimacy (if not genital-to-genital sex) all that time, so I'd had countless erections. It all added up to a whopping load of sperm inside me, and it was starting to boil. I was only four or five minutes into this, and I had to slow down. When she felt me almost stop, she urgently pushed her tush back onto me, but then held still. It was as if she'd remembered her manners.

I tried starting again, in, out, in, out . . . but inside of a minute it was just too much. I would burst if I kept going. Her pussy had begun doing that "swallowing" thing that it could. (She had always insisted it was involuntary, but I always suspected she was doing it on purpose.) It took a mighty effort, but just short of the point-of-no-return, I heaved my hard penis out of her, and sat back on the pillows.

She spun around so I could see the disappointment on her face. I felt bad, naturally. Any man wants to make his woman happy. When she saw my face mirroring hers, she said "I know how to make you feel better." She plunged herself down on me, and wrapped my throbbing engine of a cock in her deep cleavage. Now, I'm nuts for her great big boobs, and she knows that, but today the sight of my cockhead pulsing and crimson over her sweet cleavage was almost enough to set me off.

"Stop that!" I said, and she said "Oh, sorry, I'll just get comfortable." She wriggled and squirmed around, settling in, but each movement rubbed her heavy boobage against my very-nearly-cumming schlong. "Nnn!" was all I could manage.

For one long, agonizing moment, I thought I'd cum. We held still, and I thought I could feel my cum-organs creak with the load they were holding back. Then, slowly, slowly, the load subsided. Yes, it felt like concrete in me, but at least it was IN me! 

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This sort of thing couldn't go on. I'd go insane. I felt terrible telling my loving wife this, but the next day I had to insist that I couldn't get sexy with her, not even oral or digital or whatever, because it made me too horny. She nodded, silently, looking like she wanted to cry. And for ten more days, I avoided cumming, so I wouldn't grow any more.

That night, I had a wet dream. I'm 35 years old, I hadn't had a wet dream in 20 years. As it happened, my wife was awake, and coming back from the bathroom, when she noticed me moaning, and saw the serious amount of cock that had largely escaped from my sweatpants.

She got close, right up to its pulsing length, and breathed on it. And then, she said, streams and jets of white stuff shot out of me. And not just some - 40 days of saved-up cum rushed out, like it knew it might not get another chance. When I was a teen, wet dreams never woke me. But there was so much male protein shooting, the wetness that was reaching my chest awoke me. I didn't know what was going on, exactly, I just knew that something felt really, really good. I came and came, more asleep than awake, and the shots started going further! About this time I grunted, and sat up -- awake. But the cock would not stop. As the semen got thicker, it was harder to force out. I was groaning and grunting with the effort -- not really aware of what was going on, only aware I had to force out as much of this stuff as I could. I didn't even think to HOLD my cock, let alone stroke it, I was just cumming with all my being.

When it stopped streaming out of me, there was still plenty of white stuff rolling out of me -- chunky, by now. It blurped and blorped out of me, thick gummy bits coming out along with the flow of rich whiteness. I watched my wife's hand reach for a string of it, and when she pulled, half of that sticky string was still in my urethra pipe. Do you know the feeling of cum being actually pulled out of you? It's wild, it's . . . amazing. She gingerly pulled more cum out of me, unable to believe how much was covering me already.

We had to change the sheets.

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Okay, if I couldn't keep myself from cumming, what should we do? My cock was tremendous by now, as big as anything you've seen in photos. My wife confessed to me that this was the hottest thing she'd experienced in her life, that she was so turned on she had to change her panties whenever she was around me for too long. And I was ready to indulge her. If I couldn't prevent orgasms from coming, I might as well make HER happy!

I decided I'd only allow myself one orgasm a week. We had sex like in the old days, a number of times a week, except I'd stop before I came, usually.

Look at your forearm. By now, my cock was bigger than your forearm without the fist. And while my sweetheart LOVED LOVED LOVED taking it, it was starting to hurt her! A little blood after sex is NOT what you want to see.

It was about then that she very delicately brought up an idea. 

"Remember Luann from work?" She had a friend at work who was funny, so I'd hear about her. My wife taught chemistry at the local community college, and Luann taught structural engineering.

"Don't be mad, but I told her about our . . . situation." Basically, when my wife confided in Luann, Luann got VERY excited, and started talking about the engineering aspects of the situation. But the way she couldn't keep still made my wife think that there was more to it. She got her friend, eventually, to confess that she was obsessed with big cocks, and that she very much wanted to see the biggest penis in town.

I was still absorbing this information, when the doorbell rang.

"Also, I invited her over, tonight. I hope you don't mind!"

I had no idea what my wife had in mind. We opened the door and I met Luann -- young, sweet, and . . . pert. Elfin. Tiny. A page-boy haircut and a body that would let her play Peter Pan. Almost four-foot ten, I'd guess. I'm five-ten, and my wife is an inch or two taller than I am. So to see them side-by-side, chatting away over the wine, it was . . . interesting.

Soon we'd gotten to know each other a bit. I noticed that Luann kept sending funny looks my way. I confess that little fantasies WERE crossing my mind, but that's harmless in a marriage, if you keep the fantasies little. I am NOT a cheating man, I love my wife. Period.

But when my wife sat next to me and kept nonchalantly banging her breasts into me as she and Luann talked up a storm, I started to get hard. It had been five days since my last cum-cannon impersonation, and I'd just made love to her this morning -- I felt pretty full of semen. My wife started running her hand up and down my thigh. Any moment now, it'd be impossible to hide my erection. Never mind that I'd been buying extra-baggy pants, my cock was humongous. I knew that, and I knew that she knew that.

With a twinkle in her eye, she said "Honey, would you mind very much if we let Luann in on our . . . problem?" I swallowed, and started to explain it. My wife stopped me. "She's HEARD about it, hon -- I was hoping you wouldn't mind if she SAW the situation." 

I was shocked -- my sweet wife had NEVER suggested anything like a threesome. But I could smell her pussy wetness, so I knew she meant it. I didn't know what to expect, but . . . how often does a man get a chance like this?

"Well, what did you have in mind?" If I was going to show them mine, I definitely wanted to see theirs.

My wife suggested we all get topless -- a bit of fair play. My wife's round, massive boobs certainly put more stiffness into my stiffy. My mega-cock was pretty obvious by now. Luann gamely pulled off her shirt. She had big, stiff nipples on her pert little curves of breast. She couldn't have passed a pencil test. They were beautiful little boobs.

By now, I was leaking pre-cum, and it was staining my slacks, near the knee. I'd given up wearing shorts some time before, they couldn't hold all that coiled sausage, even when it was soft! My wife said "Take it off -- take it all off." I insisted that if I were to get naked, we all should. So we all shucked together.

What I'll always remember about that moment is how Luann, suddenly became a whole different person. Over dinner, she was composed, mature, perspicacious. Now, she was staring at my swollen, enormous dick, and panting. She couldn't take her eyes off it. She looked like a little girl on Christmas morning who had found a pony under the tree. Luann looked at my wife for permission. Getting the nod, she reverently put her hands to it, and then dove on with her mouth. It just barely fit in. She went nuts on the part she could get past her lips. 

I was too shocked to do much but look to my wife, and feel the flow of precum speeding up. She said "Honey, Luann is a size queen through and through. And this is a dream come true for her -- a cock that keeps getting bigger. I just can't take you in me anymore, as much as I want to -- so Luann wants to try."




Sweetie, Please - I MUST Not Cum!



I wasn't going to say what I was thinking, which was "Are you INSANE? This little slip of a woman, take me into her, when my almost-six-foot-tall wife couldn't?" It's a little hard to speak your mind when someone you've just met is fervently sucking on your too-sensitive too-big too-long-since-it-came flesh wand.

"It's not just that, Honey -- Luann is an engineer, and she has an idea about how to stop your schlong from growing." That sounded good, but was a little hard to reconcile with the little woman going to town on me. She was working that giant penis as if she wanted nothing more than to get me growing more and more!

Luann pulled herself off my pole long enough to wipe her mouth. She had the decency to look abashed about how she had lost her cool, and suddenly we were all laughing together. She then straddled my naked form, and pressed my hot, pulsing tower of cock against her torso -- it reached all the way up between her perky boobs. She said "Look, I think I can help you, I really do. But I can NOT concentrate until I feel this thing inside me." She had to stop and breathe for a minute. "This is so much like my dreams, it's scary. Your wife's been kind enough to say that I can have it. But would YOU be willing to let me have what I've always wanted?"

I looked at my loving wife, the woman who had been by my side for ten years. And she smiled at me. In that smile I saw lust, and trust, and resignation. She couldn't take me anymore, so . . .

I said "Luann, you're willing to help me with this thing, so I'm willing to try it your way. But . . . c'mon, you're a really little woman! This thing will NEVER fit!"

She smiled like a sunbeam breaking through the clouds. "Thank you -- I may surprise you. And if not, I'll happily die trying!"

Weird -- those boobs of hers seemed bigger than before. As she stood, they wobbled. I would have sworn they couldn't have, before.

She straddled me, on her feet, as I lay back. I was propped up on my elbows, and my beautiful wife held my quaking cock straight up. This tiny woman kissed my cockhead with her cuntlips, and paused -- I think she murmured a prayer. Whether it was a prayer of thanks or a plea for help, I couldn't tell you, but then she put her weight onto my flagpole. I watched her quim stretch. And stretch. She groaned, but I heard no pain in her voice, just effort. Her pussy was lubricating so hard I felt a little flow of her juices running down my penis. And down, and down -- it was hard to believe how big I'd gotten. And this little elf was planning to invaginate me? 

She was panting like a Lamaze coach, now, and had worked an inch or two in. She cried out, and I felt her cuntlips snap closed over the head of me. My wife was able to let go and stand back to watch. It must have been a wild sight -- a woman who barely had to crouch, connected to me by a great long white bone. It was one of the most dick-stiffening moments of my life. I was throbbing with need, by now. And Luann the engineer was just getting started.

"Luann," said Sharon, "Are your boobies . . . getting bigger?"

I held Luann's little hands in mine, fingers interlocked, as she started to rise and fall on my bowsprit. Just a trifle. But each time she took a trifle more, and I had to deal with the wringer that was her little cunt. She was doing it -- she was taking me -- but the tightness was beyond belief. I seriously could not believe what I was seeing. I must have been almost up to her navel, and somehow she kept going, kept sliding down on me as we fucked.

Her firm breasts bounced. That was new -- and they were sticking out even more than before. Sweat rolled down her. She was biting her lips, and moving from "Oh god, oh shit, oh god, oh fuuuuck mmmeeee!" to simple wordless wailing. My wife went behind her to wrap her arms around her friend and hold her steady. Watching my wife's big, heavy breasts surround this little woman's head made my cock super-charged . . . I could feel solid bits of pre-cum slipping out of me into Luann's air-tight snatch. And STILL she descended. 

I knew I was well up beyond her bellybutton, and then some. And Luann was fucking harder now, speaking in tongues, guttural, incoherent. She buried almost all of me in her. The tightness combined with the slickness, it was excruciating. I felt stiff as stone. She was losing her ability to sit up, she was so far gone into mindless ecstasy. And then she hit my pubic bone. How was this even possible? Did her cunt go up to her throat? This fairy-sized woman, somehow she'd taken ALL of my meat, my beyond-human-possibility penis.

She sat, stunned, and slumped into my wife's arms -- unable to hold herself up or to talk. But, gulping for air, she signaled for my wife to lay her on her back, and for me to start fucking. She could still nod, at least.

I got on top of her as my wife laid her down, and gave her what she wanted. My wife got behind me and guided my hips. The lubrication was dripping out of both women, but Luann moreso -- perhaps because a behemoth of cock was plumbing her out. It was an astonishing experience -- I was someplace SO tight, but SO welcoming. I started to lose my mind, too.

Luann's face was a violent shade of red. Her orgasms had been little, and arrived steadily, like waves bobbing past you as you stand in a pond. But with me really drilling her, she was starting to crest more violently. I paused just before one hit, and she calmed down a bit. I resumed my rhythm, and watched her get close again. I slowed down, again, to prevent her cumming just then. She had enough composure, now, to give me an incredulous look when I did that. So I let her have it, really pounding her, and loving the feeling of her firm boobs punching up at me. My wife Sharon swooped in and planted her mouth on one of Luann's tall-standing nipples. We brought her over the top of ecstasy into an earthquake of an orgasm. She couldn't even scream, she was bearing down on my terribly erect cock and flailing on it, like a rag doll. She was impaled, "gorged with the sweetest morsel of the earth," as it says in "Romeo and Juliet." Her whole body was flushed red, now.

I was starting to long for a cum of my own. But I wasn't supposed to cum for two more days, at least. My wife saw that I was starting to work against my orgasm taking me. She said "It's okay -- do it!" I was too far gone to talk, properly, all I could manage was 

"No! Have to . . . keep . . ." 

Keep it in, keep from coming, I couldn't say it, because I had what felt like a yard of cock buried in this wild little minx. Luann was being driven crazy by my oversized intruder. Her insides were doing amazing things to me, and the days of cum buildup were starting to press hard against my insides. I clamped down on it, but it wouldn't be denied forever.

I looked into my wife's eyes, shaking my head. She knew I wanted to not cum, but that I couldn't stop fucking, at this point. I wanted to say "Help me! Pull this demon woman off my cock! I'm helpless in her cunt-grasp . . . stop me, stop me before I grow again!" All I could manage was "I can't cum . . . can't . . . cum!" And my wife smiled, and leaned over, and mashed my face into her maddening breasts.

My cock stiffened even more -- I heard Luann yelp as she felt it. I shook my head "no", vigorously -- but all that did was mash me into Sharon's lush, luscious super-boobs. The seams were busting inside me. I fucked and fucked and fucked little Luann, I couldn't stop. I tried everything I could think of to keep from boiling over. But I couldn't think. I could only fuck. And a kegful of cum ROARED up the unbelievable length of me, out of my cockhead, and into her over-packed pussy, then all over our sheets -- there was NO room inside her. I shouted and sprayed and spurt and spurt more. Suddenly Luann was trying to pull herself off me -- she wanted to see it. But it took her perhaps twenty seconds to work all of that cock out of her -- her cunt was gripping like it wanted to never let me go. I could only fire more cum, I could hardly breathe. Finally she got it out, and MORE cum was still rocketing out of me -- streaming across the room, one shot after the other so fast that it was like the air was filled with cum. Luann pointed it at herself like it was the fountain of youth and she was determined to bathe in it. 

The mess was incredible. My wife dipped her hands into the streams I was firing, and smeared the white stuff over Luann's thighs and anywhere else it hadn't gotten, her yet. These women had gone crazy. I could only pant and try to expel all of the cum in me. I felt I HAD to get it out, get as much out as I could, if only to feel satisfied and feel empty afterwards.

The streams leapt less far, and grew thicker . . . my orgasm finally subsided, but rich white semen kept running out of me. Luann, who was practically plastered to the bed by now, put her mouth to the tip of me and sucked some cream down. Perhaps you've felt that sensation along your cum-pipe when a great wedge of thickened sperm is working its way out of you. This was more -- I was running fluid cum that had big, gummy portions to it.

We all started to calm down, and Luann breathing hard while idly watching the sperm drip from my jerking pole -- it took another minute and more to stop that. She then put both hands around the base of it, and with her thumbs pressed to the semen-pipe, drew her hands up to bring out any cum fluids she'd missed. She licked her fingers, after -- there was far too much cum for anyone to drink.

We were all a little stunned by what had just happened. 

Some time later, the three of us were showered and holding cups of tea. The washing machine was attempting to salvage the drenched sheets, but my wife insisted that any sperm streaks on the headboard stay there a while. I think she was proud of what I could do.

Sharon asked "Um, your boobs -- they're back to . . . usual size. Did you notice how much they . . . plumped up?" 

"Well, breasts grow like ¼ bigger with extra blood circulation when a woman's turned on," I said.

"This was not an extra quarter of size -- those things got to be triple their original size!"

Luann said "It's not like I got anywhere NEAR your size, Sharon! I've always swelled up there when I'm turned on. But, yeah, this was . . . something else. I felt heavy there . . . I'm guessing that I swelled up like never before because . . . I was . . . turned on like never before." She was blushing. This poised and brilliant little woman was embarrassed about how much she had gotten off on my über-cock. 

Luann hastily changed the subject, saying "I do have an idea of how I can help you -- and I'm thrilled that you cum like an oil well gusher, it'll make the whole thing easier." But for her idea to work, we had to get me to grow to something like twice my current elephantine size, she said. I guess I didn't mind the idea of cumming regularly, but what if we grew me on purpose and then her idea didn't work? 

Luann moved in with us for a few weeks. I was their plaything then, and the women ganged up on me making me cum as much as they liked. It was heaven. But we had to make sure that when I came, I did it in the back yard, the one with the high fence. My growing sex organs meant increasingly outlandish cumshots. The smell was unmistakable.

My prong grew and grew. Even Luann's bottomless cunt soon couldn't take all my length, but she handled a foot or more of me as long as she could. I loved making her breasts swell up -- they really did triple in size! Even so, her meaty nipples looked big for the boob's size. And when they swelled up, they got firmer and firmer, of course. It was pretty sweet. My own thickness was starting to rival my calf's, before Luann -- very sadly - gave up taking me into her pussy. But the device she was building was starting to take shape.

My dick was so big, by now, it had to be kept taped to my leg. But it got un-taped a LOT, because both women clearly were fascinated by a giant cock. They'd stroke me, use their breasts on me, and when they were ready to give me another boost in size, they'd grease up and lie stomach to stomach, then get me to slide my yard of dick in between them. It WAS pretty awesome. I mean, seeing that yard of hot cock poke out from between their two heads . . . and eventually BEYOND their two heads -- while they rode it like a bucking bronco . . . it was amazing. 

Apparently it wasn't just my cock that grew -- the cum-factory organs must have been keeping pace. When they would get me to shoot off, my orgasm would last and last -- and even that wasn't as long as the ejaculation. I'd be coming down off the orgasmic high, and the monster cock I carried would keep firing. And firing. Luann, being an engineer, she felt she had to catch and measure one of my sperm explosions. It was a good two-and-a-half gallons! When she finished measuring it, she sat right down to masturbate. As I sat down, panting, my wife helped Luann out. 

Then, one day, everything was ready. I was thrilled, because even soft I was going to start dragging on the ground, soon. They told me that for the next seven days, no cumming. But they couldn't keep their hands off it, and I gave THEM plenty of action over that week. They couldn't get enough. And on day four, my wife's wicked side kicked in again. 

I was lying on my back, and my cockhead pulsed in front of my face. BOTH women were riding that python at once, Luann in front. They were rubbing their clitorises on me and my wife had reached around to rub Luann's fiery nipples. Then my Sharon got Luann to put her little body UNDER the cock, with her back to my front and the water-main penis resting on her. My wife got on top of us all, and started to rub up and down.

My cockhead kept banging her in the chin -- but she didn't seem to mind. Luann was putting her hands to good use, and enjoying the sights. A few minutes of this, and I felt a boulder's weight of semen start to shift in me. Having cum a LOT for some days, and then going cold turkey on the orgasms, my production was in overdrive, and suddenly had no place to go. So I was dying for a cum, but I knew that to stop the penis growth, I had to save it up for when we used the Device on day seven. My wife knew all that, too -- but she wanted to push me. She wanted to see me struggle. I think she even wanted to see me suffer, suffer from lust for her. So she ignored me when I said I felt the cum swelling. I warned her, and warned her louder, that I was going to cum soon. 

"Baby, you need to stop sliding on me!" "Oh, my poor darling, is this getting to you?" "You KNOW it's getting to me . . . stop doing that!" "You mean THIS? You want me to stop doing THIS? Well, how would it be if we did THIS instead?" The two women put their mouths onto my cockhead, and they nibbled and sucked around the edge of the helmet. I thought my heads might explode -- both of them.  "Stop! STOP!" I was near tears. They stopped. But they weren't finished with me. Luann ground her sweet little ass into my pubic area -- her weight was right on my cum glands. My wife said "I'm sorry, darling -- let me soothe him." She stroked my cannon-sized cock like she was soothing a big dog, but she KNEW it wasn't calming ME down!

"Sharon. C'mon. Please." She kept stroking, and stroked a little harder. She started humping her clit against the base of my gigantic cock. "Sharon. C'mon! I don't want to grow any more!" 

"Has it occurred to you, my loving husband, that I'M up for seeing you grow, and grow, and grow? That we could make a million with this thing, if we made movies? That I simply enjoy the power I have over you?" Luann's mouth was back on my most sensitive parts. The ocean of cum lurched inside me, it wouldn't be denied much longer. "I LIKE making you cum. I LIKE it when you fight it. Fight me now. Don't LET me bring you off."

"Damnit Sharon, we're not even outdoors! If I cum now, we'll have to buy a new living room set!" She laughed, and stroked me harder.

I was reduced to begging. I wanted this growth to stop. I had to save up cum to make it happen. So I could not cum, not now. But my control was fraying. "Please. Please, Sharon . . . don't make me." She stroked slower -- but didn't stop. My nerve endings were bristling with electricity. I was on the knife's edge of cumming. A huge drop of pre-cum escaped the cockhead-slit, and rolled down onto Luann. Sharon kept rubbing, always lighter, but rubbing, rubbing me. I was going to cum, it couldn't be stopped any more.

Luann grabbed her hands away from me, and for a long, long moment, the high-pressure cum pounded against the gate. And I kept it in. Just barely. There was so much, now, it felt like an anvil was inside me, pressing to burst out as molten metal. But I had kept the cum inside.

They let me up, and I went to take a cold bath.

Finally, finally, the Device was ready. In the back yard stood a waist-height bullet-proof plexiglass box, with two openings. The front wall swung all the way open, like a fridge, but with an industrial-strength set of seals and locks for when it would be closed. And on top, a gasket setup for me to fit myself into. 

I followed Luann out to the back yard as she explained. Even with seven days of cum humming inside my balls, I wanted to stop lusting for her and listen to what she was telling me. I was able to tear my eyes off her shapely butt . . . once she turned and faced me.

The plan was this: I'd stand in the box, and they would give me that long-awaited (and well-earned) orgasm. When I started cumming, they'd seal the whole thing up, so that my cum would FILL the box. The whole point was that my semen would fill the box until the cum pressure eventually rocketed ME out of the box! 

Luann said "You spurt cum out, and your cock grows. If your cum spurts YOU out, that should fix things!"

What the hell. None of this was actually POSSIBLE. Maybe Luann was right. We were already through the looking glass, so . . . what the hell.

It seemed some sort of ceremony should mark the occasion. We shared a group hug. Then we got naked. Then we hugged some more.

"Sharon, thank you for staying by me in all this . . . craziness."

"You're my big man, you're MY man, and I'll never stop staying by you."

"Luann, I have no idea if this insane contraption will get me out of this insane . . . condition . . . but . . . you're a mensch, you're a . . . real friend."

She just hugged me tighter, but I could tell by her blushing that she was thinking of the things my stupendous wang had done to her.

Sharon spread out a blanket on the lawn, near the Device, and we gave into the urges we'd been suppressing all week. Sharon and I kissed, and Luann wrestled with my yard-plus of cock as if it were an anaconda. She could only do that before I got stiff, and she loved doing it. She'd make "Oh help me!" comments, like some B-movie heroine. Her boobs were already swelling with excitement.

Sharon planted her pussy onto my waiting lips. She rode my tongue, and as always, her taste made me stiff, then stiffer.

"Resist us," my wife Sharon said. "We want you to cum like the guns of Navarone. You always cum harder if you've held it in as best you can." Well, with seven days of cum in me, I didn't know how much resisting I could do, but I'd try. Luann was frigging me, her boobs nodding as she did, and my wife started working towards her own orgasm. She rocked slowly into my mouth. Luann was grumbling -- either it was that my super-schlong was too heavy, now, or that SHE wasn't riding my face just now.

My wife makes the most lovely sounds when she cums. It's a low, tough grunt from the lungs, it seems, no words at all while she's building up to it. Then a sort of "oh gahd oh gahd oh GAAAAAAAHD!" comes out of her. Her limbs spasm, her eyes squeeze shut . . . it's a lot of fun to see.




Sweetie, Please - I MUST Not Cum!



By the time she'd had her first orgasm, I was hard, good and hard -- and gigantic. Run your eyes along my giant prick, and it would seem to have been zooming out of my groin . . . hanging there, pulsing, reaching for something warm and wet to be inside.

"TAG!"

Luann actually tagged my wife, so that SHE could put her sweet breasts to my face, and Sharon went and worked over my cock. Luann has serious nipples, I've said, and I was happy to put my arms around her and draw her close. I was even happier when my wife pulled out the skin lotion and greased up her front, so she could rub my colossal cock against herself. Remember, I was lying on the ground, and she was standing over me. The dick was up to HER ribcage, and was as big around as my head.

Luann let me nurse on her for a bit, and as her boobs swelled, it seemed they were coming to meet me. Soon, I started panting, she hopped down to join my wife at my cannon-sized erection. 

"Doin' okay, sweetie?" Sharon asked me, when she saw how big and red the head had gotten. "Remember, don't cum! Don't let it out!" Easy for her to say. I felt the way a sausage does when it's about to pop in the pan.

Without stopping the stimulation, not even for a moment, they guided me to the Device. I was in place, now, but not sealed in -- yet. My cock was buffeted by those two gorgeous bodies. It stretched a yard and more in front of me. All that dick, it was HEAVY!

I was starting to make noises . . . the orgasm was building inside me. They were using their hands, their sweet thighs, and anything else they could think of to make me shoot. And it was working . . . I was starting to slide toward orgasm.

"Don't give in!" called Luann. "You can do it! Keep that semen down!" I was drooling a steady stream of pre-cum by now, and Luann backed out to get ready to slam the door shut. My wife stayed in there, putting her luscious body to one goal -- making me cum like no man has ever come in the history of the world.

I started to shake. I clamped down on the insides, trying to keep that pressurized cum in for just a minute more. I could NOT control the flow of precum that was literally running out of me. The cum inside me felt like a gigantic ball of furnace-heated iron. It felt like a keg of dynamite. It felt so good, I started to keen. And a moment before I lost the battle, my wife saw blobs of white in the precum that kept flowing and flowing out of my shuddering cockhead. I was past the point of no return. Sharon gave me two quick two-handed strokes for extra luck, and then she RAN. Luann slammed the door of the Device. They clicked home the great big locks on my box.

I howled.

Cum fired out of my now-elephant-sized cock. In no time, cum was pooling around my ankles. The ecstasy was incredible, and I might have fallen over, but the rubber-lined hole around my waist held me up. Sharon came back to press my head to her breasts. In a minute, I'd filled the box past my knees, and the level of white stuff kept rising. My cockhead was submerged, but she could still see how hard I was firing, by the swirling my forceful jets of cum created. Soon the semen level was up around my balls -- in moments, the box would be full. Luann watched as I filled the Device, and came to put her tongue in one of my ears, then the other.

Luann had explained to me that I had to cum for all I was worth -- to pop myself out of that box like a cork out a champagne bottle, we had to generate more force than my weight (170 lbs.) That was NOT going to be easy, she said.

I wasn't so sure -- I was not nearly done cumming. But when the box filled up, it suddenly became a LOT harder to cum. I pushed, I swore, and I kept cumming. I felt the box creak. The pressure built and built inside that thing. But the rubber seals held tight. I only shot more hot sperm.

And then -- POW - I was OUT! I flew a number of feet through the air, pushed by my own cum! A small tidal wave of the stuff followed me. Still MORE streamed out of my colossal, impossible cock. I lay where I landed, and the women rushed to my side to make sure I was unhurt. My wife looked into my eyes, concern written all over her face, while she idly jacked my leg-sized cock to help me finish cumming. I felt a rush of relief, and then I fainted.

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They told me later that I kept on shooting cum for a while more, but they cleaned me up and got me to bed. 

Luann had -- of course -- kept careful measurements of my cockgrowth all this time. And there was NO growth after that last cum! Sure, I was still stuck with a cock that could cripple a lady stegosaurus, but at least it had stopped growing. We had a threesome just to make sure. Actually, we had several. Luann said it was in the name of science. Who was I to argue?

It was two days after the Device did its job, when we started to notice something. My wife had always been taller than I was. Now, she wasn't.

Luann said "Crap. When your cock shot sperm out, it grew. Now the sperm shot YOU out, and YOU are growing!"

And that's where things stand now. I'm already 6 foot 5. Once again, I'm having to live with trying not to have orgasms, and I'm still dealing with a cock that I can throw over my shoulder and leave there. 

If you're reading this, and you have an idea to stop me from growing, please, let me know! Please.



Sweetie



"What 'other' enhancements are you planning for me?"

"That depends upon your performance, Sweetie. I promise you that nothing I do will be permanent, & you can return to your regular life after the 6 months is up. I will also not torment you further, or blackmail you in any way, once your time with me is up. That is spelled out in our contract, which you may take with you at the end of your term with me.

"I expect you to learn what it takes to be a woman. Once you know what we go through at your hands, perhaps you'll be a better person for it. Consider this little time in your life to be a form of rehabilitation & re-education."

Charlene stood, & walked over to me.

"I do like the new look, Sweetie, but you need to learn how to stand, sit, & walk properly before you can earn your new clothes." Her hand was running over my ass, then my chest, where she tweaked a nipple. I gasped.

"You did that to me, once, at work. Do you remember that?"

"Um...yeah, I think I do."

"Uh-huh. Melissa, she's all yours." With that, she sat back down at the table.

Melissa stood. She held a riding crop. She circled me like a drill sergeant.

"You need to push those titties out, wench," she said, as she grabbed my left nipple & tugged on it. "And stick that ass out nice, so it can be groped." She pushed on my crotch with the tip of her crop. "Straighten those legs. Put 'em together! You don't want to advertise that you're an easy fuck, do you? Elbows in. That's slightly better."

She sat back down.

"Rachael has a little something to remind you of your position, here, Sweetie. Bend over & grab your ankles for her." Charlene's voice was harsh & demanding.

As I complied, Rachael stood & walked around to where she knelt just behind me. I felt her cool greased finger run over my bare ass cleft. She dolloped some more lube there, pausing at my entrance. To my horror, as her finger swirled around my anus, my cock began to grow again. Her finger penetrated me, & I gasped. She was fucking my ass with her finger, right in front of my worst enemy! I began to shake all over in pure rage, but it was an impotent rage, at best, for there was nothing to be done but comply, & I knew it. A second finger entered me, & she began to dip in deeper. She added a third, & I was sure that it was all I could take, until she abruptly yanked her digits out. For a fleeting moment, I missed her touch. I think I may have even backed my ass towards her intrusion at one point, but it was all too humiliating to register. My cock was hard as it had ever been.

"Relax, Sweetie. Push out like you're taking a shit," she whispered, as I felt a larger, blunter object at my portal.

I groaned as it popped through my sphincter. I groaned again as it went deeper, stretching my hole. She took no mercy on me, fucking me with the thing. I noticed it got larger & larger as it went deeper & deeper, until it suddenly popped through my ass, & settled into place. It felt like it was locked in there!

"You may stand, now," Rachael said.

As I did, I felt very very full. I looked over my shoulder to see the feather duster sticking out of my ass!

The three ladies roared in laughter at my expression.

"It's just a butt plug, dear," Melissa said. "It will help keep your mind on your work."

My shame was so great that I couldn't respond. I tried to mold my frame into the position that she'd wanted me to assume, when the thing in my ass became alive!

The ladies again laughed at my "OH!" of complete & total surprise. Charlene held up a little remote control.

"I can make this thing do all sorts of things, Sweetie, so you'd better behave!"

"Yes ma'am!," I squawked, red as a beet.

"This will be your uniform for the next few days, Sweetie! You will come to me in the mornings to help you with this, & you will wear it until told otherwise. Is that clear?"

"Yes'm."

"Of course, you'll have to give yourself the enemas. I'm not going there!" she laughed.

I was blushing again. They made me pose this way & that, as Charlene took numerous pictures of the feather duster sticking out of my ass, while my cock was hard enough to cut glass, in spite of my shame.

Melissa taught me, with Rachael's help, how to properly curtsy, & said she had to go, but would see me in the morning.

"Well, Sweetie, you've had a rather long & rough day, haven't you?"

"It hasn't been easy, Charlene."

"I'd rather you call me 'Ma'am,' or m'lady,' Sweetie. Respect is so important, don't you think?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Come,. I'll show you your quarters."

I followed her up the stairs. At the end of the hall, she stopped.

"This is my room, Sweetie. You will bring me breakfast at 6 AM on the dot. I expect you to be clean, inside & out, dear, before you come to me. I'll have one small sausage patty, two eggs over easy, & toast & coffee for breakfast. When you arrive, you will place the tray on the floor, & knock gently until I answer. Are there any questions?"

I shook my head.

"Good. Now, to your room."

We retraced our steps a few feet, & she opened the door into the most girly, frilly room I've ever seen. There was a double canopied bed, all laid out in pink. the windows had no curtains or blinds. the walls were pink. the carpet was pink. The trim was painted white, & there was some awfully frilly gold-leafed furniture.

"Of course there are no clothes in the drawers or closet yet, Sweetie. There is another apron, if you should soil the one you're wearing. You may take the plug out when you go to sleep, but if I should call you in the night, I'll expect you to replace it before you present yourself to me."

"Yes, ma'am."

She turned to go, & stopped.

"Sweetie, don't you think you should thank me for saving your ass today?"

Bile rose in my throat as I thanked her in the nicest voice I could muster.

She smiled at me, ran her hands over my bare ass, & walked down the hall to her room.

"See you in the morning!"

"Goodnight, Miss."

I found & set the alarm clock sitting on the empty chest of drawers, for 5 AM, hoping that would give me enough time to shower, purge me ass, & make breakfast. I returned to the bath to brush my teeth & remove & clean off that damned butt plug.

"Tuesday," I thought. "How many more days is in 6 months?"



Sweetly Ruined



Marina had just landed a summer job. The extra cash would go a long way in paying for her last year of biomedicine studies.

Frankly, the boutique looked so uptown she doubted they'd hire her, but the owner -Mrs Jansen- said she was pleased with her warm brown eyes, her down-to-earth style and "ability to connect" and she would bring balance to her co-worker's 'strictly fashionista' attitude. 

On Monday morning she tried to shake off the nerves with a large latte and after checking that her dark hair was properly straightened she set off for the shoe boutique. She arrived 15 minutes early, you know, just in case. Then she realized, she knew her co-worker!

Otto was a strange kid back in primary school. The boys would tease him for being effeminate, and it didn't help that his parents would insist he kept his shirt tucked in -at all times-. Worse yet, he was once caught sniffing a sock outside the changing rooms and no-one's let him forget it ever since.

"Surely that's not one of the things he mentioned in his application to work for a this shoe boutique" Marina thought, chuckling inwardly.

Now he had graduated some college and was juggling jobs whilst he waited for an opportunity to work in fashion publishing. His mannerisms were as awkward as ever but now it was all masked under designer fowls.

He turned his nose up at her jeans & cashmere outfit: 

"Do you really expect people to take shoe advice from someone who tucks their jeans in CAT boots?" he inquired with a hint of disgust. No allusion to their childhood years was made. 

"I uh.. I think they're super comfy.. and street-casual without being ..you know.. tacky" she replied, taken aback by the unexpected assault.

He drew closer in his funny duck-step that had his butt permanently sticking out and his chest thrust forward. He had a dark fringe swept to the left, meticulously plucked brows and kept his hair shaved on the sides -he was only slightly taller than her and she was rather small, barely standing 1.60m.

"I can't believe she hire you" he said, rather offensively.

Seeking to avoid confrontation, she retreated to the inner sections of the store. She looked around at the heels perched on top of the shelves, almost glowing in their perfect craftsmanship and calling out to the rich with multi-digit pricetags. 

She couldn't believe her old classmate just tried to bully her. On her first day no less! She thought the outfit looked pretty cool. The sweatshirt draped nicely over her swelling bust, a beaded strand pulled it tight around her small waist and her jeans were always super tight around her shapely thighs and strong calves. Yeah they were tucked in her untied mustard boots, but that was urban and stylish, no?

Shrugging the incident off, she took a rather professional approach to her first day. "Gotta be organized". She made a mental note of which shelves host which brands, while Otto showed a customer to this hot pair of J Choo's. In the time it took for the woman to strap the heels to her dainty feet, Otto had slowly retreated behind the counter, strangely flustered. 

Observing that the customer was receiving no attention Marina stepped in to compliment the lady while she checked herself in the mirror. Pleased with the service, the woman made the purchase, and this motif was repeated a couple of times in the first few days.

By Wednesday Marina had began to connect the dots. The childhood sock incident, the work choice, the blushing retreats behind the counter; it seemed her old acquaintance had a full-on foot fetish that would potentially embarrass him in front of customers. A few times, Mrs Jensen had dropped in while Marina was making a sale and complimented her on her interaction with customers.

"You know, I should have you run a class for Otto right here on how to communicate and make the sale" Mrs Jensen said half-smiling.

"I dunno" Marina said, "all I do, is walk up to the customer and tell them what kind of outfit would look good with whatever shoes it is that they're trying on". She took her black-framed glasses off and rubbed the lenses with her shirt. Then she put them back on.

"Seriously, why don't you try getting through to him?" Mrs Jensen said. "We'll just do a bit of role play and you'll guide him through. Like a seminar"

Otto was listening with disgust. She had nothing she could possibly teach him. Mrs Jensen ushered them to the storeroom and encouraged Marina to find something her size while Otto sat on a pile of crates. As Marina began to rummage through the stacks, Mrs Jensen retreated back to the main store area, presumably to close the till and sign off the log books, thus leaving them alone.

Marina lifted the top off a box containing a pair of devilishly sexy, beige platform heels, with a peep toe and an ankle strap. Instinctively she reached back to swap them for something simple but her coworker's glassy, lustful stare fanned her mean streak. 

"okay!" she said, "I'll pretend THIS is the pair I like" she said sheepishly as she kicked her CAT boots off.

Otto gulped as she peeled of her socks off to reveal her perfectly symmetric toes and glossy black pedicure.

She sat on his left and shimmied right next to Otto as she began to slide the heels on her beautifully arched feet. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his cheeks blush garnet red and his adam's apple bob. She felt empowered. This is gonna be good.

She lifted the hem of her jeans a bit, threaded the ankle strap and stood up, towering over him. she spun to face him.

Her strong calves worked to balance her and flexed, stretching the tight fabric.

"Right. This is where you come in and compliment the customer" she said still smiling sheepishly. "You know, instead of hiding behind that counter".

"I... uh.. yeah I know" He mustered, eyes glazed. Facing him she lifted a leg and placed her foot on the very crate he was sat on; right between his legs.

She caught a glimpse of his crotch - his white trousers were bulging obscenely.

"Well, compliment me then" she said, laughing inwardly.

He looked into her brown eyes.

"They look so hot on you, I ..uh think.. you should buy them. "

She chuckled out loud. "No, no, no. You see now you sound like a creep. You have to keep it casual, try again" She was now toying with him. His bulge throbbed. She pushed her glasses further up the bridge of her nose with her middle finger.

"You...um, you should wear these more often. Like, every day. You look gorgeous. They match your jeans" he said looking up into her smiling eyes. She was disgusted by how beta he was being. Such a loser.

"I thought you didn't like my dress sense." She said with a coy smile, playing with her hair. "Are you trying to get on my good side? Is this horny talk? Is that what it is? Do you get all hot and bothered looking at girl's feet in pretty shoes, you creep?"

"God please stop. I don't even..."

She softly prodded his bulge with the tip of her shoe. He gasped and throbbed intensely. He reached out with both hands adoringly and began to undo her ankle strap with shaking fingers. The shoe dropped to the floor.

Her now naked foot was resting on his bulge, while she was still balancing on the other. She leaned forward so her chin was just inches from his face "I think I'm gonna call out for Mrs Jansen." she whispered devilishly. "What do you reckon she'll make of this scene?" 

He fixed her with panicked eyes. "No! please, I need this job. I...I'll buy you the shoes. They cost nearly 200 bucks" Her manicured toes run up his pulsating shaft, through the white fabric. A little dark spot was starting to form. 

"Are you seriously leaking slime into your pants?" She looked amused. "You look like you're about to shoot. Are you? Are you about to make a mess?" She pulled her foot back from his throbbing bulge.

"OH MY GOD. What do you want from me?" His arousal was overwhelming him. He thrust forward to meet her retreating foot. Marina was hatching a masterplan.

"Get undressed right now." 

Otto rushed to comply. Within seconds his clothes were piled up on the marble floor. His angry red shaft was bobbing wildly, beads of precum running down the shaft as Marina took off her other shoe, one hand on the crates for balance. 

"Kneel" She said.

His knees hit the floor. She slowly sat on the same pile of boxes he had vacated a minute ago. She extended a toned leg, spreading her perfect toes right in front of his face.

"What is it you wanna do? Pucker up and kiss them? Is that it?"

He groaned and began to give her foot a tongue bath while his erection bobbed and pulsed underneath him. A strand of precum was now suspended from the tip. 

"I want you to leak into the shoes" She said. "I wanna feel it on my soles when I wear them later."

Otto was beside himself and completely gone. He used his left hand to milk copious amounts of the clear fluid all over the beige shoes while his tongue worshipped her toes. He never realized she'd taken her smartphone out and turned the camera on. 

The device had been running for a solid ten seconds when she sharply pulled her foot back and stood up, focusing the device on her lonely coworker and his predicament - kneeling naked in the storeroom, obscenely aroused, leaking his slime over the stock. She swiftly pressed stop, followed by "upload to Clouddrive".

The click was followed by two seconds of defeaning silence interrupted by Otto's heavy breathing.

He opened his mouth to plead but no words came out. She finally whispered to him in an unnervingly calm voice:

"Okay. Here's the deal. I get half of your paycheck express-mailed to me. For the next 18 months that is. And if you so much as delay payment by a single day I will make sure you get on the sex offenders registry. Nod if you think we have a deal."

Otto hang his head in defeat and disbelief. 

"Is that a nod or do you want to be forever unemployable?"

Otto gently nodded as his fragile ego was crushed. He welled up in silence.

Satisfied, Marina re-boxed the shoes and perched them up on a shelf while Otto knelt in silence. She picked up her mustard boots in her right hand and just before she walked out she took a last glimpse at Otto's still swollen prick. She smiled.

Mercifully, she lifted her right foot and ran her pedicured toes under the length of his tortured shaft; from his bloated balls to his precum-slicked head. As she set her bare foot down and spun around to leave, Otto felt the vicious orgasmic spasms begin. He clenched hard trying to hold back the churning cum; he didn't want her pity. But his body was betraying him. 

She had just walked through the doors and out of the room when she heard the staccato sounds of his shameful wet explosion splattering across boxes and crates.

She laughed out loud. 



Sweetly Slutty Amy



I wish to credit Amy, my partner in this cyber romp

>Roy: kisses on the valley between your breasts ........ rising along your neck, feeling you arch............kissing you chin from side to side trailing from one ear to another.........alighting on your lips, wetly parting, teasing them with the lightest of licks...........drawing your tongue out to tease mine....... letting them dance together is movements both coy and aggressive ......parting to look into one anothers' eyes continuing with a dance of sparkles as mist clears for fire and fire is banked by mist.........driving in and letting go.....................

>>Amy: -----------my nipples are so hard they ache...my body is squirming, pussy aching for your touch.....As our lips part I moan, and begin to beg for you to touch me, but you refuse, turning back once again to my breasts, stroking and licking my nipples, holding my breasts, licking your way across my skin...........

> .........circling one nipple with my tongue, more broadly now, laying a swath from nipple across aureole......the turbulent from my breath bringing cool and warm over the moistness......tingling and soothing......teasing and sating......every nerve in suspense at the next shiver or sigh...........the other with my fingers, rising from beneath, sustaining your breast........ then releasing and passing the tips past your nipple, spreading my fingers to tease but not touch........ merging and joining to circle and spiral inwards, lastly laying the tips of my fingers to the tip of your tit.........................

>> ------------I gasp, the sensation is so strong I can feel it all the way through my body. My already dripping pussy is on fire; my clit is aching for touch. I reach up with my left hand to curl behind your head, running my fingers through your hair and over your skin, urging your mouth on. My right hand starts down my body toward my aching pussy and clit, even though I know it is breaking the rules, and that I might be punished for touching myself without your permission..... and I want very much to please you........

> I know your body, it's every fluid motion, even with you fingers rustling through my hair...... I can sense without looking the rising of a breast, the tension in a breath, the quiet, secret movements of your arms. And I know of your disobedience and willfulness....... True, you desire to please me, but vastly more you desire your own pleasures. And if I will tarry before granting them, you will try to seize them for yourself. I could stop you, and I will. But first I will let you steal a taste of the pleasures yet to be granted.

So I remain,........... seemingly oblivious,........... seemingly ensorcelled,.............seemingly entranced by the igneous peaks that I rain my wet tongue and lips upon. Indeed I am, but ever sensing of your response – your lightest moan, your rising breasts, your arching pussy........

>> ----------The pressure is unbearable, and through the touch and sounds and pleasure the knowledge that you know exactly what you are doing to me......... that you like it best when I am yearning and arching and begging you with my body and my voice to touch.... that knowledge leads me past caution to run my hand further down my body, fingers touching first pubic hair, then the soft lips, wet with moisture.... I can't help pressing down with my palm while my pussy arcs up; my clit responding by pushing me through wave after wave of orgasm...I've forgotten where I am, who I am, until my eyes open to find yours looking directly into mine...passion tinged with amusement, and knowledge of the power you hold over me.... and the fun yet to come....

> My hand reaches down to grab your wrist. Already weak with orgasm you lie limp and compliant. Slowly I lift my lips from your breast. I bring your fingers to my lips drawing deep your scent, then tasting one delicious digit. I lift them to your lips. My eyes tell you to taste as well. Smiling, yet with remonstrance, I note, "You have been disobedient and wanton beyond my leave."

You eye me warily, but are relieve when I glide your fingers down over the valley of your breast and then up upon a nipple. You begin to tease the peak placing, enveloping it with your touch. My fingers touch yours, then close tightly, forcing yours to pinch your breast, then pull a little. I advise, "You must be punished, and you will comply". I squeeze harder against your fingers, pressing even tighter against your nipple, and pulling harder - the pinching and pulling twisting the tender tip.

I look sternly though smiling at you. "What manner of woman is so willfully wanton? You will answer me and truthfully. When I am satisfied, I will relent for a while, though more punishments are in the offing." My lips then lay upon your other nipple, parting to let my teeth press lightly yet threateningly..................

>> -------the pressure of my own fingers twisting and pulling on my nipple is causing it to tingle, pain and pleasure mixing, spreading yet more warmth through my body.... I can feel your teeth resting lightly against the other, teasingly threatening. I answer truthfully "a woman like me.... spread open for your desire...pussy dripping with need, mouth longing for your taste"..... I lean forward my head, tongue snaking out to capture our intertwined fingers and nipple, sucking the remaining pussy juice off my fingers, before leaning my head back..... " willing to do whatever you will have me do, however you want to use me to bring you pleasure". My pussy flows again; merely saying these words causes my body to react..... I am trying to ignore my need and concentrate on yours, like a proper sex slave, and I am afraid that my words will not convince you, and you will find some new way to prolong to sweet agony I am experiencing...........

> I ease back on the pressure letting your tit snap back, delicious with redness. One light lick on the nipple between my teeth. "We shall see. Perhaps you need to be restrained, since you can not restrain your self." With that I roll you over on your belly, and cross your wrists at the small of your back. I take the tie I had placed on the nightstand, drape it over your shoulder, then draw the tip down along your spine over your wrists and tease your ass cheeks from orb to valley, then up again, sending ripples of tingles through you. I wrap my tie around your wrists and tie them together. I consider smacking your ass, but decide to wait.

Rolling you back over, I admire my work. You whole body arches pushing your breasts even higher, your mons thrusting out, your neck bent a little. I hold your face in my hands, kissing you again, tasting the pussy juices on your lips and tongue - intoxicating me with lust. Circling behind you, I bring my stiff cock to your lips, feeling the heat of your breath, and watching you squirm with anticipation. "Yes, I will use you. Show me how wet your can make my cock. Make my cock as wet and eager as your cunt."

>> --------The words and position have me reeling; body vibrating...I feel like I am only a touch, a stroke, a spank away from orgasm. Eagerly I inhale, enjoying the heady scent of your cock so close to my face. I lick my lips, then tentatively kiss the tip, darting my tongue out to slide around the head, then slowly pull it in to suck gently on the end...."god you taste good...I love the way I can feel you hardening under my tongue". Mouth still surrounding the tip, I move my tongue in broad strokes up and down over all I can reach. Then I pull back, and stretch forward to the base from the side, flicking my tongue in short hard flicks as I work my way up to the top again, repeating this all the way around.... ending with taking as much as I can in my mouth; it fills me up, I can feel the head touching the back of my throat. I begin to move my mouth up and down, sucking hard as I move back to the tip, tongue constantly moving. Suddenly you grab my hair and pull back hard; I am forced to look up into your eyes as you plunge your cock into my mouth again.... I want to tell you how much I am enjoying it, but my mouth is too full of cock to make an intelligible sound.....

> I ease my cock deeper into your mouth, listening for your breath, sensing the fine line difference between gasping and grasping. Yes, you are grasping. You are grasping for more, ever greedy for more, ever ravenous for more and more and more. And so I give it to you. I give you your pleasure. But I see where to strike the balance. Your legs spread, where you grasping, greedy, ravenous cunt so achingly arches.

Leaning forward, I brush the fur and thrill to your further yearning thrust. Then I part your pussy lips and draw a dry finger along the length off your pussy - touching the labia and your clit. You thrust still more trying to drive my fingers inside. "What a grasping, greedy, nasty cunt you have - dripping with lust, opening and closing to hold me. Such a naughty cunt."

My fingers draw again over your labia, your clit, your bush, and up your belly. I see your legs follow in vain effort. My hand draws further up of your tit, then disappears from your consciousness for a split second. Then "SMACK!” the flat of my hand falls upon your pussy. My fingers feather back again rapidly traversing over your clit, bush, tits for another "SMACK!"

>> --------My naughty cunt spasms, and suddenly the orgasm lying in wait washes over me in waves....... each smack, just the right amount of pressure, not to soft, not hard, sends orgasms and aftershocks through me...I am helpless to cry out, my mouth full of cock, my bound hands unable to move. When you do pull out, I whimper and moan until you relent and let my body rest for a moment. Your cock is hard and wet, and you begin to thrust it between my breasts, squeezing them from the sides to grip it more firmly. I move in sympathetic rhythm as much as I am able, and then I begin to beg. "Please fuck me...my cunt is aching, I want you to fuck me now, please, I need to feel your cock deep inside my pussy...filling me up...fuck my any way you want to, but please fuck me now". I meet your eyes and realize I may have gone too far.... realize an instant too late that it is not my place to beg unless you ask me too... I can only hope you find it pleasing.....

> "Fuck me any way you want to"? "This IS the way I want to. And you will be pleased by it." Your tits are so soft against my cock, the wetness from your sucking and my precum making a slick path. I would continue just as I had, my hands gently pressing against them; but now that you have again tried to direct me, I will adopt harsher measures. My hands glide over your breasts, crossing, then glide up from opposite sides. As my fingers reach your nipples they close tightly. I pull your tits against my cock, pinching harder to keep the tension. It pleases me to see how desperately this makes you fuck your cunt against the vacant air.

My stroking is long and slow, I remember how you snaked your tongue out to lick your pussy juices off your nipple and our fingers. It is time to use you in new ways. I draw back, my ass nearing your lips. Again, I see your cunt rise, and your heated breath warms my ass. "If you want me to fuck you, you will have to show that you know what fucking is about. Show me. Fuck my asshole with your tongue." As if to draw your tongue from between your lips, I slowly but strongly pull again on your nipples.

>> -------Eager to please you, I snake out my tongue, gently licking at your asshole, teasing it a little. I first lick in circles around it, then flick back and forth in the little valley. My lips move to seal the area I've just inscribed, and then my tongue pushes in, gently at first, then more boldly as I sense I have hit the right spot. In and out I move it, my nose buried in the crack just above, a little frustrated at not being able to use my hands to caress your ass at the same time. I would love to have my hands on your balls, cradling them as I fuck you with my tongue. My actions are rewarded by your groans, and your pulling on my tits has become more intense..... I wonder how long you can last, and suddenly hope you will come, so that when you do fuck me it will last for a very long time........

> You prove an expert at tongue fucking my anus; your tongue is stiff and wet. Your lips on my rosebud drawing me to ease open for your deep thrilling probe. Your tits get slicker as more precum coats them. Slick and smooth and over powering "Fuck my asshole. Stick your tongue in there. Show me how much you want it."

I wonder how you can sense my feelings, my approaching ejaculation (for now it seems too late to stop). How can you so seem to be so much sense of my sense? Then I notice that your arms have turned from facing backward, to pressing forward against your ass. I know that you can't reach your cunt, but maybe, just maybe........

The sure knowledge of yet another of your disobediences, of your willful slutty sensuality overpowering you brings me closer and closer.........

>> --------My hands, desperate for the touch of skin, are kneading my ass, struggling to reach further down than is possible. This forces my pelvis out, and I realize that my public hair is brushing the back of your very hard, tight calf..... Your words send shivers down my spine.... god, yes! I want it so bad..... I want to feel your hot breath just before you dive deep into my cunt; I want to be filled with cock. In this moment I want not only you but every man I've ever met, touching me, filling me........ on the edge of orgasm, your leg jerks and straightens.... immediately I thrust forward with my pussy...the first time filling me with the pleasure I grasped for so desperately with my hands. ......orgasm comes in waves and I pull away, gasping. As the last wave leaves, my eyes open, and realize I am staring at your feet.... facing me. Slowly I look up, meekly waiting.........

> Your soft sensual breasts pulled against my cock are too much. The licking of my anus just puts me over the edge. The suspicion that you are touching your own anus while kneading your ass in insistent lust overcomes me. My asshole squeezes back on your tongue, then eases open for more as the cum rises in my cock. The urge overtakes my control, and the first spurt feels so warm - coating your tits and making the path slicker and slicker. The next spasm shoots with the tip of my cock just barely between them, coating the aureole where my fingers begin to relax the grip on your nipples. You luxuriate in the wetness and warmth, wiggling your tongue into my asshole one more time forcing some more spurts.

I release your nipples, rise a little and bring my cock to your lips. Gently, then ravenously, you suck my juices off and find that I had one more spasm to come. Looking down at your hungry mouth, my eyes catch the glistening of my juices on your tits. I back off and suck your nipples, tasting them, then kiss you catching just a hint of your own juices.

>> ---------Mmmm..... that was so nice.... but I want more when you are able. You help me to my feet, releasing my hands with a stern and slightly mocking 'behave' and we settle back onto the bed. Cold drinks and washcloths await on the table and soon we are feeling much refreshed..... I find my self holding my sweating glass to my nipples, watching them harden as I feel them do so. "My, my, you are insatiable, aren't you?" you say, and I start guiltily.... then defiantly rub my breasts with an open hand, saying simply "yes". Lying back, I continue to rub and squeeze my breasts and nipples, looking into your eyes..... when they are not fixed on my breasts, that is.... that familiar feeling, of warmth and need, is beginning to spread, and my legs fall apart of their own accord...completely open to you....

> Leaning over to kiss your lips, I trace a finger past your breasts and belly to you legs. I feather along your inner thighs almost, but not quite touching your pussy. I move down and sit cross legged between your legs, continuing the light passes with my fingers, watching you spread wider, catching the highlights of your wet pussy. Then brushing your fur, the few hairs abreast tour cunt and the great bush near your clit. You are a little tired, and only half thrust towards my touch, the barest hint of a touch glances off your clit.

I lean into my "work", keeping your fur gently brushed aside. I nuzzle it and breathe deeply of your scent, then lay my lips just outside of yours. Kissing your legs all along the edge, lifting them higher and kissing your ass cheeks, rising again to nuzzle the fur near your clit. Passing gentler kisses over your cheeks once more, then lodging my tongue in your crack for a long, slow, strong lick. I feel the shudder of your anus when I first lick over it. Crossing the perineum, I dive deep into your pussy, drinking your sensuous flow, following my path up over your clit, spiraling around, then capturing that tender tip with my lips.

>> ------------The familiar warmth and need grows with every stroke of your tongue....... I grab a pillow and place it under my hips, raising my pelvis up for further explorations...."fuck my pussy with your tongue.... please...let me feel your tongue licking my ass again" I plead. My hands stroke your ears and lightly grasp your hair. Your tongue runs in a number 8 pattern, plunging into my pussy at the top, my anus at the bottom.... the pleasure is incredible, and I realize that I am moaning and gasping out loud with it. "Oh god, yes.... that feels so good.... don’t stop......” exclamations are falling from my lips as I completely lose my self in the pleasure...my juices are gushing, and I can feel your tongue happily lapping them up. The exquisite pressure building, I look down and right into your eyes..... just as the first orgasm hits, and my pelvis thrusts upward uncontrollably........

> Your thrust catches me by surprise. Hovering between your cunt and you anus, the thrust presses my tongue into you pulsing asshole - opening and closing and taking me in. On the next pulse, I'm forced out. I race upwards to suck on your clit, holding on against your wild thrashing, dipping my tongue down a little to taste your gushing pussy juices. Each lick sparks spasms. Each spasm sparks my hunger for your passion. My cock stiffens as though picking up the scent and the sound. Finally, you weaken. Ernest, but exhausted, your legs fall limp.

I smile up at your languid eyes and lips. I kiss up your belly and between your breasts to your lips. A weak tongue ventures out to taste my lips still wet with your flow. Your sensuality stiffens me further. My cock lays over your clit and presses broadly against your labia. Long, smooth strokes spread your flow over your clit, and the parting hair. My balls rest against your ass. You are still too weak to lift your legs. I back off from between them and place another pillow next to the first. Gently, I roll you over. My cock lies over your ass, between your cheeks; my balls lay against you cunt. Unwilling to forsake either opening, I dip down to the gates of your pussy. First things first, as they say..........

> ---------Ahh, the sweet feeling of cock in my pussy...although I am tired and somewhat sated, I move slowly to the sweet rhythm of your thrusts, just enjoying the sensation of being filled. Squeezing my muscles as you move in each time begins to affect me; I can feel the pleasure building. Your hands change from gripping my hips tightly to wondering over my back, scratching lightly, then back to my hips again. I realize that I have been incoherently murmuring....... suddenly I feel a delightfully playful slap on my ass and I realize that you have slipped back into the game.... my body shudders and I am energized once again to do your bidding.......

>> "Fuck back against my cock. Take it in, all of it, deeper into your cunt!" A slap on your other cheek and you buck back at me, pressing your ass cheeks tightly against me and drawing up my balls against your clit. I take hold of your ass and push you forward, loosen and let you come back, your pussy ravenous for my length, bumping up to and past your cervix, feeling it slide over my glans to the neck. Pushing forward again, they releasing both hand for a fast windmill slap at your ass, spreading your pussy, smiling as your winking asshole.




Sweetly Slutty Amy



A thumb dips down to gather your copious juices. I paint your rosebud with them, making it glisten. Another dip for more of your flowing cunt, then up to rest upon your anus. I spread you cheeks and tease over your ass. It opens and closes till just the tip is in. With my free hand I lay another smack on your ass feeling the tensing of the sphincter on my thumb, then the instant relaxation, and just a little further entrance. On your next push back my thumb disappears into your asshole. Your stop, hanging, savoring the feel, waiting for the right time to resume. Patiently, I weaken my hold, yielding you your head, knowing that you are preparing for more.

"Yeah. Feel my thumb in your asshole. Feel it filling you just as my cock fills your cunt." You can hear my smile "There's more you can have." My other thumb rests solitarily, halfway in the circle of your ass cheek, letting you feel your options, and awaiting your nod. My cock moves slowly in and out of your cunt, rocking an inch or two enjoying the languid pace.

>> ----------Mmmm...the delicious feel of being filled.... of your rocking cock buried deep in my pussy, the warmth from my still smarting ass cheeks.... the incredibly naughty feel of your thumb in my asshole.... I sense that you are waiting for me to go on, and I start to move my ass backwards, relaxing it in order to accommodate whatever you are going to do.... grateful that you are giving me the choice, but aware that you are in control..... "Give me everything you've got...I want to be full of you" I pant. > I feel your anus opening. My thumb circles inside your asshole, slowly, leisurely stretching it more. I dip my other thumb down to touch my cock, and take some more juices from your gushing cunt, coating it all around, getting it slick. I cross the perineum and place the back of one thumb against another. Still circling your asshole, the tip begins to enter. Just before the knuckle, I rest and wait. My cock is halfway into your pussy...your juicy, gushing pussy, also waiting.

You catch your breath then softly hiss "yessssssssss". Carefully, but determinedly you press back to the knuckle, then a little further as it disappears. You tighten a bit to engulf then, but continue to press......press to the very base. I hold your cheeks, and begin thrusting my cock again, holding your finger fucked ass still. My grip loosens and you start to rock with me. Your squirm forward across the twin knuckles, then backwards, as if trying to take in more than the two digits can offer. Both thumbs start to swirl in rhythm with you lascivious fucking - fucking your horny, greedy cunt; thumb fucking your horny ravenous asshole. I can feel the pressure building in my cock. I am greedy as well.... greedy for every liquid squeeze. My senses heighten, alert to both my tension and yours, if I time this right, and I am certain I can, something interesting will happen.

"Yes Amy fuck back and wiggle that cunt and ass. Take me in. Take my cock in your juicy cunt; feel me fill your ever so deep in the delicious pussy of yours. I love it. I love the way your asshole fucks my thumbs and slaps against my hands. I want you to touch us. Touch us where my cock fucks past your clit. Stroke it all. My cock, your pussy, your clit. Show me what a greedy slut you are."

>> -----------Filled beyond belief, almost crazy with lust, I do as I am bid, and reach down with one hand to stroke the place where we are joined. The way your cock is fucking my pussy leaves my clit exposed, I finger rapidly, stopping only to let one finger slide up the length of your cock as you fill me up again, then going back to my clit. My whole being is focused on what you are doing; I realized that I love the feel of your thumbs in my ass, the feel of being used to satisfy your needs...My cunt is spasming, my nipples are hard as rocks as my tits, hanging, are swinging almost violently back and forth. I wiggle and buck my ass back, wanting every last inch of you inside me. You have fucked me into a state where it is no longer possible for me to cum, but I don't ever want to stop..... although something in my instinct tells me you can't last much longer, as your measured strokes are getting increasingly frantic.....

> "Yeah. That's what I want. I want you to play over my cock and your clit, feeling the point where I enter you. I am getting so close - so close to cumming in you. I know you want my cum, every way you can get it; and you shall have it, every way I can give it."

You nod weakly, too weary do anything but accept. Too wanton to do anything but seek every last remnant of pleasure. Your fingers spread just a little to take the pleasures of your clit, my cock, our junction. My thumbs press down just little, tightening your pussy against my cock. The turbulence in my cock shudders through me. I am close, so very close. I abandon all control over myself and yield to the exquisite rush of ejaculation. I hang poised, ready to shoot my juice into you.

I abandon all control save that one thread that unites it all. I buck back, then thrust savagely forward shooting deep into your cunt. You respond with you own taut grip on my cock. Your asshole tightens, as well, then eases open exhausted. Your fingers laze near the joining of my cock and your pussy. This is it. I buck back again, out of your cunt. Not wanting to lose me, you thrust back. Three of your own fingers disappear inside you and your palm presses upon your clit. My thumbs pull out of your ass, and my cock thrusts on and in to your open anus - spurting as it thrusts deeper and deeper, slickening the channel.

You catch your breath, then push back, your fingers expanding your cunt walls. Your asshole tightens again, milking my cum. The last drops shoot forth and I weaken my hold. We rock slowly there for a minute. Consciousness returns and I realize that we are both still letting loose with animal guttural moans. We gently part from one another, you falling forward limply, me collapsing onto my heels. A small puddle of juice (your? mine? more likely ours) forms on your anus and drips from your cunt, icing over your clit.

Leaning forward I kiss the cheeks of your ass, then send a breeze out between my lips onto you. Kisses follow your spine to your hair. My chest rests upon your shoulders, my cock in your crack. You roll off the pillow and we lay spooning. We doze off and the last words you hear are "Thank you. Thank you dear Amy. Thank you for all that you are - sweet ......and slut ......and always so sensual."



Sweetmeat



Bad days for me have a way of getting worse long before they even think of getting better. The clock didn't go off when it was supposed to and I was already running late to start the day. I jumped in the car and backed over the kid's bike and the handle bar punctured a tire. I got the spare on and headed for work and a mile from the house I got pulled over for doing ten above the posted limit. Fifteen minutes and six blocks later I stopped for a light and got rear-ended. Naturally there was a car in front of me so I got sandwiched. When the dust settled and everything got sorted out the end result was that my car was not drivable. 

The police report done with (same cop who wrote me up for speeding), a tow truck disappearing down the street with my car attached and a phone call to work out of the way telling them the circumstances and that I wouldn't be in to work, I found myself in a donut shop drinking coffee and waiting for a cab.

The cab dropped me at my house and I went inside and put on a pot of coffee, sat down with the phone and started to make the necessary phone calls. Called a body shop and arranged for an estimate and scheduled the work to be done and then called my insurance agent and made the arrangements to get everything paid for. Got the bad news from the agent that the policy didn't cover towing and that I'd have to eat that part. I called around to find the best rate on a rental car and made arrangements to pick it up when my wife got home from work and could drive me down. I debated calling Marge and letting her know what happened, but decided not to. Marge is a natural born worrier and she would spend the rest of the day until she got home worrying about whether I was all right or not.

I'd already told work that I wouldn't be in that day so with time on my hands I decided to go down to the basement and get some work done. I was measuring a piece of drywall when I heard a car door slam outside and a minute or so later I heard the front door open. I looked at my watch and saw that it was a little after twelve. Marge must have decided to come home for lunch. I was half way up the stairs when I heard her giggle and say, "Keep your hands to yourself Mike. You are just here to see if you can fix my computer problem."

"Bullshit Marge. If that were all I'm supposed to be here for you would have come to work today in your usual slacks and blouse. You didn't wear that low cut top, short skirt and "Fuck me" heels for any other reason than to turn me on and the only reason for turning me on is so that I can get you off."

I moved quietly to the head of the stairs and cautiously looked around the doorjamb. They were standing by the couch and as I watched he pushed Marge backwards and she sat down on the couch. He sat down on the couch next to her, took her in his arms and kissed her. I stood there and waited for the explosion. It had to come if for no other reason than the guy was black. Marge was a bigot and she came from a family of bigots. It was always "stupid fucking nigger this" and "god damned nigger that" and I waited for Marge to push him away and slap his face and I was getting ready to charge out and cream his ass when he went to hit her back. 

But none of that happened. What did happen was that Marge returned his kiss. I was so surprised and shocked by that that I just stood there and watched. They sat there for several minutes and swapped tongues and then the guy moved his hands to one of Marge's tits and he began to squeeze them. Marge moaned and broke the kiss.

"No Mike, this is wrong. Just look at my computer, please?"

"I'll look at your computer before I leave baby, but I'm not leaving until I've had a taste of what you have been dangling in front of me for the last six months."

"No Mike, you've misunderstood."

"Bullshit baby. That kiss you just gave me told me all I need to know. You've been listening to the other girls in the office talk about my big, black cock and you want to check it out to see if they lied to you. They didn't sugar, and you are going to love it. You going to take that blouse off, or should I tear it off?"

Marge pulled away from him and took the blouse off and Mike said, "The bra too" and Marge complied. "Very fucking nice" Mike said as he bent his head and took a nipple in his mouth. Marge has super sensitive nipples and in seconds Mike had her squirming and moaning. Her hands moved to the back of his head and she pulled him closer as she moaned, "Yes, oh yes."

I stood there, angry, but at the same time, as I watched the black bastard help himself to my wife, I began to wonder just how faithful Marge had been to me during our eleven year marriage. I was torn between wanting to go stomping in on them and standing still and seeing just how far Marge would go with the guy. I figured that I could get mean with the asshole anytime, but that this might be the only chance to see what my loving wife would do so I stayed put.

Mike was working Marge's tits over pretty good and I could see that she was getting as hot as a firecracker. Mike dropped one hand to Marge's leg and she spread so fast that his hand almost fell off her knee. He laughed.

"In a hurry Sweetmeat? Stand up and take your skirt and panties off."

Marge stood up and slowly removed everything she had on except for her "Fuck Me" heels and then did a slow turn in front of the black asshole. She looked down at Mike, "You going to undressed or what?"

"No Sweetmeat, you are going to undress me" and he stood up.

Marge's back was to me so I couldn't see the expression on her face, but she stepped forward and began to unbutton his shirt. She got it off him and then pulled his undershirt over his head and then as her hands got busy with his belt she did something that I had never seen her do before - she bent her head and licked his nipples. She got his belt unbuckled and then she went to her knees in front of him and pulled down his zipper. She worked his pants and his boxers down his legs and he stepped out of them and stood there with his cock bobbing up and down inches from her face.

I did have to admit that as far as cocks went his was pretty impressive. It wasn't any bigger around than mine, but it was easily a good four inches longer, probably eleven inches or so. It was the same dark brown as the color of a Hershey's chocolate bar and Marge just knelt there and stared at it.

"Take it in your mouth Sweetmeat; show it how happy you are to see it."

Marge took her eyes off of his cock and looked up at him, "I don't like that. I don't even like to do that for my husband."

"I'm not your husband Sweetmeat and I want my cock sucked."

His hand went out and grabbed the back of Marge's head and he pulled her forward. I thought for sure that Marge would turn her head to the side, but instead she opened her mouth and took Mike's cock in. I stood there in the stairwell and watched as my wife licked, kissed and sucked on another man's cock. And then she blew me away - she got into it! The woman who hated sucking my cock went after Mike's like a starving woman going after food. She grabbed his butt cheeks and held him while she rammed her face on his cock. In less than two minutes Mike told her that he was going to cum, but Marge didn't pull away. She kept on blowing him and then he came and the cunt swallowed it all. The same bitch who got up and ran for the bathroom to heave when I came in her mouth swallowed every drop and then took the time to lick his cock and balls clean. 

Again I was ready to rush in on them and kick ass and take names and once again I talked myself into standing still and watching this woman, who I obviously didn't know at all, to see what other things about her I might find out.

Mike sat down on the couch and said, "Get me up again Sweetmeat."

Marge crawled over to him and went back to licking and sucking his black cock until it was hard again and then he stood up, "Come on Sweetmeat, take me to your bedroom, I'm going to fuck your brains out."

"No Mike, we can't go in there. We can stay right here on the couch."

Mike smirked and I could almost see the gears turning in his head, but he said, "Okay Sweetmeat, have it your way." He pulled her up onto the couch, pulled her legs apart and lifted them up onto his shoulders. Marge lay there, wide open and looking up at Mike with lust crazed eyes as Mike said, "I've waited a long time for this Sweetmeat' and then he pushed his cock into her. 

Marge cried out, "Easy lover, easy. I'm not used to something so big. Take it easy, give me time to adjust."

He laughed. "What's the matter Sweetmeat, hubby got a little dick? Or is it that he doesn't know how to use it? No matter, you won't have any use for him when I get through with you."

Marge lay there and moaned as Mike started to fuck her with long, slow and easy strokes. He fucked her for about two minutes and then he pulled out of her and stood up. Marge cried out, "No lover, don't stop, please don't stop, fuck me baby, fuck me."

"Take me to your bedroom."

"I can't. We can't do it in there."

"Why not?"

"Because that's my husband's room and his bed."

"Not after today Sweetmeat. After today it will be my bed, just like you will be my slut. All hubby can do for you after today is keep a roof over my pussy and keep you well fed and healthy for me. Come on, take me to your bedroom."

"No, no Mike, we can't."

"Okay sweetmeat. Might as well get up and get dressed so we can get back to work because we are done here."

"No, please Mike, fuck me lover, fuck me."

"If you want it Sweetmeat best lead me to your bedroom."

Marge scrambled off the couch and hurried toward the bedroom while looking over her shoulder and crying, "Hurry lover, hurry, I need it."

I gave them a minute or so and then I followed. There wasn't anyway that I could see what was going on in the bedroom without being seen myself and I wasn't ready for that yet, so I had to settle for standing in the hallway and listening. Inside the bedroom Mike asked Marge which side of the bed I slept on.

"Why?"

"Because that is where I'm going to fuck you."

"Why are you being this way?"

"I'm marking my territory Sweetmeat. You are my slut now."

I heard a "ungh" as he drove his cock into Marge and forced the air out of her lungs and then for the next ten minutes I listened to Marge's moans and the sound of meat slapping against meat and then Mike grunted and said, "Here it comes Sweetmeat. I hope you are protected because my shit is pretty potent stuff."

I heard the fear in Marge's voice when she cried out, "Pull out of me, pull out. I don't have my diaphragm in."

"Tough shit Sweetmeat, should have thought of that sooner and put it in before you let me put my dick in you."

The fear was replaced by terror as she screamed, "No Mike, for God's sake no. Don't do this to me. If I get pregnant my husband will kill me."

"Get over it Sweetmeat, you don't belong to him anymore, you are mine now" and then there was a grunt and Mike said, "Maybe you might get lucky; maybe it's the wrong time of the month for you."

Then there was the sound of heavy breathing and after a minute Mike said, "That was sure worth the wait Sweetmeat. Come on, get me hard again; I've still got one more thing to do."

"What?"

"I've cum in your mouth, I've cum in your pussy and now I'm going to come in your ass."

"Oh no, oh no Mike. I don't do that. I don't even let my husband do that."

"Okay Sweetmeat, just get me hard so I can fuck you again."

There were sounds of licking and slurping for the next several minutes as Mike said, " Oh yeah, like that Sweetmeat, just like that. You got a great mouth Sweetmeat. I'm going to love having you suck my cock at lunch from now on. Another minute or two and he said, "Okay Sweetmeat, on your hands and knees, I'm going to fuck you doggie."

I heard movement and ten Marge cried out, "What are you doing?"

"Taking your last hole Sweetmeat."

"No, no Mike, you can't do that. I don't likeeeeeeeeeeeaaahhhhhh" and I smiled to myself as she screamed in pain while Mike shoved his cock up her unfaithful ass. 

I stood there and grinned as she howled in pain as he pounded her asshole. But then the howls turned to whimpers and sharp little cries which in turn changed to little grunts and then the moaning started and Mike told her he was going to cum. Marge cried out, "No, no, please, not yet. Please don't stop, I'm almost there." 

Mike had actually gotten the whore to cum by fucking her in her ass. Another minute went by before the moans stopped and then Mike said, "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Oh god, oh sweet Jesus, I never knew it could be so good."

"This is just the start Sweetmeat. You are my slut now and I'm going to see to your sexual education. You will do it all for me and love it. The first thing you will do when we get back to work is tell the boys in the mailroom that I fucked you and that you loved it."

"I can't do that! What will they think of me?"

"They will think that you are a slut. Actually, before long they will know it, not just think it."

"What do you mean?"

"Before the end of next week they will all have fucked you." 

"Oh no Mike, oh no. I can't do that."

"Why not? You said you couldn't do me either yet here we are."

"This is different Mike. I can't fuck any of them; most of them are black."

There were several seconds of dead silence and then Mike broke out laughing. When he got it under control he said, "What am I missing here? Somewhere between the office and here did I magically change color? I'm black Sweetmeat, or did the thoughts of what you'd heard about my big, black cock make you forget that?"

"Well yes, this was because I wanted to see if it was true."

"And now that you know it is it is all over? I don't think so Sweetmeat. I can see the look in your eyes. You are my pussy from now on. Besides, think about it. You've heard what they say about blacks and the size of their cocks. Some of the boys in the mail room might make me look small."

"No Mike. I do love my husband and I'm already feeling guilty about what you and I have just done. No way I'm going to go any farther."

"Whatever Sweetmeat. We can talk about it later. For now, just suck my cock and get me hard enough for one more go."

I didn't wait to hear if Marge would protest that his cock was dirty from being in her ass or whether she would just go ahead and go down on him. I didn't storm into the room either because I suddenly found out that I just didn't care. What Marge had just done had put an end to our marriage and I suddenly had other things to worry about, like how to avoid coming out of the divorce totally fucked.

As I headed for the door I saw Mike's trousers lying on the living room floor and on a whim I picked them up and went through his pockets. I took his wallet, his car keys and the wad of cash he had in one pocket and then I quietly left the house. I drove his car down to the car rental place and left it parked on the street with the windows rolled down and the keys in the ignition. It sat there and fairly screamed out TAKE ME!

I went into the rental place and did the paperwork and then went outside and got in my rental. As I pulled out of the parking lot I noticed that Mike's car was no longer parked at the curb and I had to smile. I drove the rental to the nearest mall and went on a spending spree with Mike's credit cards until two of the three were declined and then I tossed his wallet and credit cards into a trash can.

His wad of cash was just a little over four hundred dollars and I used some of it to have dinner at a steak house and then I went home. I was sitting at the kitchen table sipping a beer when the phone rang. I picked it up and it was Marge. She sounded worried; very, very worried.

"Honey, where have you been? I tried to call you at your office and they said that you didn't come in today. I've been worried sick. I couldn't find you anywhere."

"You must not have called here. I don't see any messages on the machine."

"Did you go home today?"

"Yeah, as a matter of fact I did. Why do you ask?"

"I don't know baby, I'm just worried..."

I cut her off, "Worried about what Sweetmeat?"

I heard a sharp intake of breath and then, "Oh god" as I hung up the phone. I wondered if the bitch had the guts to come home. 



Sweetness



It began with a pair of panties, left in the wash by my wife, belonging to my niece, and the unmistakable fragrance of sweet, tender young pussy and fruits forbidden. 

She had "blossomed" that summer, her breasts growing full and round like honeydew melons, her cheeks rose petal pink, her lips strawberry red, her cute navel peaking out from beneath her half shirts like the inner part of a morning glory, her ass...those wonderful globes of firm, perfectly heart-shaped, bouncing young flesh, two squeezable handfuls that always seemed to be wiggling or jiggling in one way or another.

My wife and her would bike on Saturdays, all squeezed into their spandex shorts and shirts, radiating a healthy glow of sunshine and fresh air and Summer, endless Summer.

She'd begun to get a clue about the effect she had on the male population. A slew of boys were continuously sniffing after her. Indeed, when I got within smelling distance I felt my hormone level rise like sap in a Spring tree. I'd have had to be dead or gay not to have reacted to her newly blossomed sexuality. She had become, overnight, a startling combination of sweet-thing girlish naivete wrapped up in a fuckably nasty set of outrageous curves.

Well, I played it cool. Hell, I knew my brother would have killed me if I'd done anything. Well, if I'd done anything and he'd found out, that is. In the end, though, I did and he didn't.

It happened when I found the panties in the wash. My wife was gone visiting family down south and I was doing the laundry and I came across'em - lacy flower-print cotton and redolent of the pure essence of feminine sweetness. You see, that bike seat, with it's tapered front end, wedges its way up between her slender, shapely legs, nudges the cotton crotch of her panties up inside her puffy labials, massaging her precious little nubbin of joy all the while. Soaked with secretions, the smell of secret lust and wet dreams wafted up to my nostrils.

There I am standing at the washer, panties to nose, and the doorbell rings. When I opened the door there she is in her spandex, looking like the budding flower she is, covered with a lovely sheen of bike-sweat. She's returning a pump. I invite her in for a drink. She shows me an oozing red road rash on elbow and thigh. Ouch. Just happened down the road. I lead her to the bathroom, down the hall, passed the washer with her panties still draped over the bin. 

I'm blunt but tender: this is going to hurt. She whimpers a little. I do the elbow first then have her sit to do the thigh. Her leg muscles shudder to the wet touch of the washcloth. She smells like a garden in heaven must smell, exactly like her panties. She comments how gentle I am, thanks me. Her voice, high and sweet, is strained. She's self-conscious. And me, I'm dying there. The scent of her makes my head reel. I can see the outline of her pussy lips through the tight material of her bike shorts. We're jammed in that bathroom, the proximity is intense, intimate, the tension is like electricity arcing in the space between us, fizz, fizz, pop, pop. Her nipples are pushing out against her sports bra. My cock aches it's so hard. I can't stand up without revealing its full engorged state.

I stand up. It's at eye level with where she sits, and she gapes at the straining fabric of my gym shorts, her mouth open, barely breathing. For several moments we hover at the verge, at the edge of possibility, each heartbeat an eternity, the silence ringing in my ears - or is it blood?

A hand, soft and tentative, reaches out and pulls down the band of my shorts. The great bulbous head surges out from its confine, triumphant and free and glorious in its undeniable lust. We freeze there, the two of us, me with washcloth in hand, shirtless, gym shorts pulled down slightly, cock pointing right at her face, she sitting, trembling visibly, chest beginning to heave, eyes locked on the pulsing object of desire.

As though not of her own volition, as though drawn like a baby to nipple, she brings her lips to the cockhead and sucks it oh so gently into the wet warmth of her mouth, swirling her tongue along the underside. Oh god. I groan from somewhere deep inside and run a hand through her hair. She engulfs more, her lips stretched now around its girth, sucking down its length. She doesn't know what she's doing, but she's doing it anyway. I want to plunge my fullness deep down her throat, but I am captivated by her sweet willing naivete. How could this be happening?

Suddenly, as though some higher-functioning part of her brain suddenly engaged, she pulls back, turns away, catches her breath. I pull up my pants. Thank you, I say and we leave the bathroom. At the washer I see her panties, pick them up and hand them to her. She looks at them, then at me. She is shivering like a leaf in a breeze and her fragrance fills my nostrils. I lift her up in one easy motion, carry her to the bedroom. 

Is this your first time? She nods, meekly, eyes the size of two big blue ponds. 

It should be special. I'll make it special. 

My niece is lying propped on her elbows on my marriage bed, her legs slightly askew, a wet spot spreading across her biking shorts' crotch. 

Take off your shirt and bra. She does, nipples distended a full inch, throbbing. She blushes from face to chest.

From my wife's bureau I take two pair of pantyhose, and a couple of t-shirts from mine. I wrap her wrists in the t-shirts and secure her arms to the bedposts with the hose. Best she shouldn't have to think about what she's doing. I'm in control now.

Climbing on the bed, I reach under her ass and grab her shorts and panties, pull them down to her ankles, remove the shorts but not the panties. She whimpers. Holding the panties, I lift her legs up and back toward her head, virtually bending her in half. She looks at me through her legs, pupils dilated full black. I kiss her thighs, so white and tender and supple and surprisingly strong, twirling little circles with my tongue. I can feel her taut muscle fiber just below the skin. The slit of her virgin cunt is seeping sticky wetness, the lips red and swollen. The scent of her is heady, I feel myself being pulled into her, drawn into the vortex of her. I swipe the flat of my tongue along the length of her crack, from anus to clit, she bucks her hips up at my face. She is staring down at me, but her eyes are glazed over. I revel in the sweetness, slightly tangy, with a little trace of salt but still as sweet as Summer honey. 

With her legs held up, she is completely exposed to me and I use my free hand to probe gently around the crack of her ass, tickling her anus. I can dip my tongue deep inside her, run my lips up to kiss and suckle the hardening flesh of her clit. I work a rhythm with her panting - probe, lick, kiss, suck. She is writhing against the bonds, beginning to thrash now, head rolling to and fro on the pillow. She cries out each time I capture her little bud, and when I send an exploratory finger inside her burbling pussy, she gasps. 

There. Right there. She has a g-spot. Right there. I hold my finger in place, latch onto the fountain of her sweetness and she erupts, humping hard against my tongue, the juice of her gushes thick and warm out her cunt and down the crack of her ass, soaking the bedding. From her throat a constricted and protracted whine. 

Afterward, just lying there, she has a series of convulsive mini-orgasms, without my even touching her. She is too sensitive to touch. I stand, get a couple of rubbers from my drawer and put one on. Her eyes are barely open and watching me but not focussed. 

The oil is on the window sill, hot in the sun. I dribble some on her breasts. Nestled in now between her outstretched legs, I run my hands up her belly, massage and sculpt the perfection of her tits, so white and smooth, flick the nipples and squeeze them. They have inverted tips, and I discover she likes it hard, so I pinch harder. Her back arches off the bed to shove those luscious mounds into my rough, strong hands. 

I hoist her lower half and stuff a pillow under her. My cock slides along the crack of her cunt. She is ready, wraps her legs around my ass, wiggles against me. Looming over her supine, bound, and spreadeagled form, I am a large dark presence to her lightness, hardness to her soft, male to her female, god to her goddess. 

This will hurt. She nods, knowing.

With one hand I open the puffy lips of her pussy and slowly force the bluntness of my pulsating erection into the cavity of her cunt. She is very wet but very tight, and I am careful, slow in my advance. 

You are sweetest fuck I've ever had. You are beyond beautiful. I am going to take you where you've never been before. And you me.

Slowly, exquisitely, centimeter by squeezing centimeter I enter the center of her. A few short in-out strokes to grease the rod and I push forward to the maidenhead, the last vestige of the girl she was once.

One hand holding her ass, the other holding me above her, I lock her eyes on mine.

Look into my eyes. Look. This is the moment. Hold on.

One thrust of my pelvis and the thin veil of her girlhood rips apart, shredded and pushed aside by a spike of manflesh. 

She cries out at the shock of it, breathing hard. I hold myself still inside her. 

You're a woman. Being fucked. Fucking me.

Slowly I withdraw my rude invasion of her depths, only to re-ply those tender folds with a new assault. Slicked with her lubricant, the red rampant steed plunges effortlessly now. I rotate my hips to grind my pelvis against her swollen clitoris. Pull back till just the helmeted head is inside her gasping maw, then dive back into her depths to grind and churn against her rolling thighs. 

Her orgasms come in waves. I can feel them as well as hear them. She shudders, holds her breath, then releases a groan and a gush of fluid that spurts out around my cock on the in-stroke, an obscene squishing sound. 

I am thrusting with abandon, rocking her whole frame with the impact of my body against hers. She is gone, arms above her head held slack against the restraints, eyes closed or staring empty into space, body erupting and flowing and pausing only long enough to gather itself and erupt and flow, flex and release, cum and cum again. And again. She is in another place altogether, one only a woman can know, fucked entirely in body, mind and soul, given over to the white hot moment of pure sensuality.

I'm going to cum. You're hot nasty body is going to make me spew my hot sperm. You are so fucking sweet, so fuckably sweet, you're a damned hot woman. Here it comes. 

At the last moment I withdraw, pull the condom off and rub the length of my cock along her slit. She looks down in time to see the jism launch all over her belly, tits and one great spurt fly all the way to her chin. I am bellowing. The world is imploding on us.

What have I done? Untied, she lies like an old ragdoll, limp and used. I daub a wet washcloth over her body, with love and care. My guilt wrestles with the exquisite pleasure I have just partaken. I curl in behind her and we spoon. Later, when we awake, she assuages my troubled heart when she grabs another condom, backs herself onto my hard cock and fucks me slowly and oh so sweetly.

I am to be her teacher. And she mine.



Sweetness



After I've prepared you a light but flavorful dinner, and we've lingered long after over wine and beautiful words; long after my fingers have intertwined with yours and my thumb is gently stroking the back of your hand; I look deep into your eyes and grin a little wickedly and say, "So, are you ready for dessert?" deepening my voice comically on the last word. Then I stand, lifting your hand with mine as I rise. I then disentangle my fingers but, keeping hold of your palm, kiss you there and in one-inch increments up your forearm to your inner elbow. There, I perhaps use just a hint of tongue before pulling back and offering you a small cream-colored card. You open your mouth to speak, but I put my finger to your lips and indictate that you should read.

"GO BACK TO THE BEDROOM, UNDRESS, AND WAIT IN BED WITH YOUR EYES CLOSED."

You look up at me, and I raise my eyebrows. You stand, trying hard not to giggle, and for a moment I forget the game -- I pull you into the circle of my arms and crush your body against mine, bending my face down to kiss you deeply. I drink deeply of you; I inhale you into my chest like smoke. We are tongue against tongue and I am sure you can feel my hardness rising against you. Then all at once, I break the kiss and gesture toward the bedroom.

Quietly, I clear the dishes to the kitchen and gather my supplies. Admittedly, I take longer than I need to -- until I am sure you are quivering with anticipation.

I tiptoe into the bedroom, and you are lying there, eyes squeezed shut (which means you

must have heard me coming), your chest rising and falling quickly. My eyes feast on your body; your hair tangled like marshmallow roots, your lips dark like apple's peels, your nipples like licorice tips, and the sweet hint of color between your legs like the stripe on a stick of peppermint against your ivory skin. I would reach down and adjust my cock, which by now is sticking straight out of my boxers (yes, I undressed a bit, too)

... but I do not want to joggle what I am carrying.

You can hear me breathing, and can sense with that limited radar our ears bring us that I am next to the bed; but you are being good and keeping your eyes closed. I'm sure you are wondering what I have planned. You're sure I'll follow through on the theme of dessert, but am I bringing the sticky dripping of chocolate sauce, or the slick cool hiss of pressurized whipped cream, or the still-tart sweetness of the strawberries you noticed on the sideboard in the kitchen? Your hands are clutching at the sheets now as you try to prepare your skin for whatever sensation I have prepared for it.

The first lighter-than-air touch is against your face, tickling your nose, and you aren't even certain that it is me. It could be dust, or any airborne bit of something landing against you, and you reach up to brush it away. But I gently catch your hand and move it back to the bed. Whatever it is falls a bit more heavily against your face, like talc, and you almost open your eyes. But you stop when I make a noise of, tsk, tsk.

It feels almost as if I am brushing my hair against your skin, but there is enough weight for you to know something is falling and remaining. It falls across your forehead, eyes and nose, then stops for a moment. It skips from there to your neck. You stretch a bit, and breathe in more sharply trying to get a sense of what is covering your skin. You sneeze.

Inch by inch, I am scattering some soft, fine substance across your body. It falls across your breasts like drifts of the softest snow, but there is no sense of chill or wetness. I continue to move down your body, and you hear some slight mechanical sound associated with the scattering. It sounds vaguely familiar.

I have moved across your stomach, your hips, your spreading thighs, your knees and calves and between the toes of your feet. Whatever it is, you must be covered by now. And finally I move back up above your face, and you feel the softness sprinkle down across your lips. Automatically, you lick them, and the sweetness that assaults your

tongue gives you your first true suspicion. You start to open your eyes, and it's difficult

because they're being stuck together by the stuff, but you get them open.

I am standing above you, stepping out of my boxers, and on the bedside table is a flour sifter and the remains of what is obviously powdered sugar. You are still licking your lips and trying not to move when I crawl into the bed on top of you.

I start by kissing you, carefully but thoroughly, tasting the sweetness on your lips and against your tongue. Below, my cock drags across your skin, becoming frosted. Otherwise I am being careful not to touch you too much, not to shake too much loose to the sheets. My tongue moves quicker and more fiercely against yours, though, and my hair falls down to be brushed in the whiteness, too.

God, it is so hard not to fall down upon your body right now; not to thrust myself against you and raise clouds of the stuff between our bodies' motion. But I didn't plan this so I could lose control now. Gently, almost delicately, I begin to lick it from your face, starting at your forehead and working down.

Feel my tongue finally against your waiting skin, lover. Feel the slick coarseness of each tastebud as it moves against you. These aren't the long, langorous licks that I usually cover your body with while we make love. You are almost being patted down with the flat of my tongue; like a slightly moist sponge or a washcloth refreshing you. And yet the tip is still working, wriggling against you each time, caressing you. Feel it. Feel me licking the sweetness from your forehead, from your eyebrows, from your cheeks and the tip of your nose. Feel my breath against you, feel how sticky you are getting already, how my tongue adheres to you as I move down your cheeks, check your earlobes to be sure, begin to lick down your neck.

Inch by inch, my tongue moves across you, wetting and picking up each powdery grain of the sugar from your skin. It covers you like tiny liquid footfalls, missing no curve, no corner, no drifting nook. Occasionally, I press my whole mouth against you, then look up, licking my lips. I can feel your body starting to shiver a bit from the sensations -- or are you anticipating my cleansing of your breasts about to begin?

I have reached those delectable morsels, smacking my lips in my own anticipation. Now I begin by returning to my usual long licks about the entire globe of each one -- sweeping the delicious dust along the spiraling path my mouth takes until i pile a small heap at each nipple. And when I have done so, when you are panting from my assault on each syrupy slope, when you are searching the corners of your mouth for anything I may have missed ... I will dive down on first one, then the other, popping that candied morsel into my mouth and sucking at it until the sugar has all gone and you are arching your back forcing each one further between my lips ...I will suck at them and tease them with my tongue so long that you begin to wonder if I am waiting for them to dissolve ...

From there I will move down across the sweet expanse of your stomach, not missing an inch or a dusting of sugar, covering you so fully and so closely that I am getting sticky spots all over myself, brushing against you. I move down to your hips, first one then the other, but avoid altogether the sweet that lies between to continue moving down your legs, to taste every bit of you, every delicious morsel.

I get to your feet, and it is necessary for me to clean carefully between each toe. I try to avoid getting kicked as you thrash about a bit, tickled by my ministrations.

Finally, I move back up your body, surveying all the places I have tasted you. I spread your thighs a bit wider, and sugar falls from them down further between, against your pussy and dissolving in the wetness there. I cannot wait any longer to taste you.


I thrust my face against you, needing to devour this final morsel of your body. My hair tangles and sticks to your thighs and stomach as I begin to lick you, god, so sweet, the taste of your candied cunt as my tongue parts it and takes in your honeyed wetness ... the glistening confection that is your clit as I lick it like a lollipop ... the dusky, almost toffee taste as the tip probes deliciously into your ass. God, sucking and tasting and touching each part of you with each tastebud until it seems we will both be overcome with sweetness, until you melt in my mouth like a gumdrop, until you spill, stickily, between my lips like a candied cherry and my face is glued to you as you come, as you burst with such force that you sit upright on the bed and fall back, not once but several times, and lie there shaking as I delicately finish cleaning each toothsome ridge and curve of your still-twitching pussy.

That is when I will get up on my hands and knees, climbing until my face is again above yours, my body against yours picking up sweetness. I will kiss you, not once but several times, sticking to you in various places. Then I'll grin and say, "Now was that your dessert, or mine?"

And I'll move your hand down until it adheres to the stiffness of my cock ...



Sweetness



I was born in New York City. I was raised a strict catholic having always gone to catholic school and never gone to public school a day in my life. I was always the "good girl" and the "sweet one." I didn't know any other life other than what my parents had expected from me.

After high school, I went to a private university in upstate New York. This city girl was ready for a change and ready to break away from the rules of my parents.

I remember the day my parents drove me to the dormitory at the college. I was excited but also kinda scared. I meet my new roommate Sarah. She had reddish hair, hazel eyes, and a killer body!! She introduced herself and immediately hugged me. She had huge breast and I could feel them press against mine. It felt good to me in a strange way. To me Sarah was absolutely beautiful and I envied her for her beauty.

Sarah and I became close friends really fast. We shared secrets and she became my new best friend. One day, Sarah told me that she had a new job. But she would not tell me what kind of job she had. Every time I would ask her she would smile and say, "You don't want to know sweetie. Your too Sweet." I got angry because I was tired of being the sweet and innocent girl that everyone always assumed that I was.

Every night Sarah would leave the dorm at 8pm and return around 11:30pm. She always smelled of smoke when she returned. One day I decided to follow Sarah to her job. This would be the only way I would be able to find out what she was hiding from me. I borrowed a car from a girl named Jennifer in our dorm. Having told Jennifer that I needed the car to go to the store.

I followed Sarah in the car hoping that she would not notice. Sarah stopped at a club called the Pink Rose. She parked her car in the side parking area then entered through the side door.

I debated with myself on whether I should go inside and see what kind of club this was. Finally, I got up enough courage to go inside.

There was a bouncer at the door; he was tall about seven feet, 350 pounds, with a thick long beard and huge arms. 

"Are you one of the new dancers?" he asked

"Dancer? No I am not a dancer." I replied. I showed the bouncer my id and he let me into the club. The club smelled of smoke and beer and was kinda dark inside. My stomach felt like it was turning at the smell at the place. I felt myself being watched by men as I walked into the club. I decided to sit in a side table where I thought I would not be noticed.

Suddenly the lights dimmed more and I heard music. And a spot light appeared on the stage. And there was Sarah being introduced as Urban Cowgirl!! She had on a cowboy hat, black leather boots, and short leather mini shirt, black tank top and a rope. I never really noticed, but Sarah had killer legs. She almost glowed on the stage and she was so beautiful.

The men hollered and cheered as Sarah began to dance seductively, moving her hips from left to right, and turning her rope in her hands just like a professional cowgirl. Swaying her body to the floor and luring men in her rope. And she tied them up and wrapping her legs around men and drawn them close enough to her to drive them crazy. 

I never knew Sarah could move like that.

After Sarah left the stage, I rushed out of the club and drove back to the dorm. Sarah arrived back to the dorm around 11:30pm. She acted as if nothing had happened. I decided to broach the topic.

"Why didn't you tell me you were a stripper."? I asked.

"Who told you that?" She asked

"I saw you with my own eyes." I said.

She was silent then frowned her face at me then folded her arms.

"Its none of your business." She said

We argued for about an half a hour. Finally, Sarah stormed out of the room to take a shower. When she returned she avoided eye contact with me and laid down on her bed with her back facing me.

The next day she was still angry and tried to avoid looking at me. I felt so ashamed for following her. So I decided to apologized. She forgave me and told me to never do that again. She told me that nice girls like me don't need to hang out in clubs like that.

I thought, there she goes again, calling me a nice girl. I can be nice and sometimes I can be nasty. 

Matter of fact, the thought of stripping appealed to me. A few days later I asked Sarah about whether I could get a job at the Pink Rose.

"Are you crazy? " She asked. "That is no place for a girl like you."

I told her that it might be safer if I worked at the club with her because it might be safer to have someone to go to and from work with.

After almost an hour of begging and pleading she told me that it would not be so bad to have someone there that she knew and trust. The next day, we drove to the Pink Rose around 12pm. I felt butterflies in my stomach but at the same time I was excited!!

Jose the club owner immediately hired me and I had agreed to start in a week. Sarah taught me dance moves every day. Just when I had got my dance moves straight Sarah decided that I needed a stage name. And it was decided that I would be called Sweetness.

It was Friday, and my big debut at the Pink Rose. I had second thoughts. I felt an adrenal rush minutes before I was supposed to be on stage. But I knew that this was something that I wanted to do.

It was my turn to hit the stage. I could hear my music and saw the spot light. I walked onto the stage swaying my hips left to right in a sexy manner. The spotlight was on me and all eyes were on me. I could hear men hollering and cheering from the audience. My heart was pounding really fast and then suddenly, I felt very confident.

At the same time, I heard Sarah yell "go ahead you can do it...go girl" And I did it! Having the attention of everyone in the room was like a drug. I felt like I was a star. Although it was only five minutes on the stage it felt like it was a half an hour. That night I became Sweetness and no longer Miss Sweet Megan.

The money was good. And being treated like I was a princess was the best. I even had fans. There was this one guy named Jerry. He came every night just to see me. He always requested lap dances from me, every night. I was always turned on by the way Jerry always stared at me and licked his lips as I would dance just for him. And I could see from the bulge in his pants that he was turned on also.

One day Jerry wanted a private session dance. I was a little nervous, but eager to please Jerry because he was my number one fan! The private room was dimly lit. Jerry was already sitting on the couch staring at me with his legs spread wide open with his right arms resting on the side of the couch and his left hand resting on his half erect cock bulging from the outside of his pants.

I walked up to him smiling. Jerry returned the smile and extended his hand to me. I took his hand and began to grind against his cock, in between his legs...and I slowly took off my shirt and reveal my bare breast to him. His eyes widen and I could see his bulge in his pants raise. I slowly continued to grind against his cock and turned teasing him again pulling up my skirt allowing him to view my ass, and swayed it back and forth, and teased him by giggling it up close to his face. I could hear him breathing hard and I could hear him moaning. I then slid up and down his body. This made me feel like I was in control. Because I knew that Jerry would do almost anything at that moment just to fuck me right there in the private room.

Then I slowly took off the skirt and I was completely nude. Jerry at that moment was sweaty and I could see that his bulge had grown even more. I knew he wanted me, and a part of me wanted him. But there was a bouncer right outside of the door. There was no way that anything could happen.

I turned and asked Ken the bouncer to give me some private time with Jerry. And surprisingly. Ken nodded his head and walked further away from the door but still guarding the room but from the outside.

There I was completely nude and alone with Jerry. At that moment I wanted to have sex with him. So I took off his shirt, pants, and underwear. Jerry was still silent and allowed me to undress him. And I sat on top of him straddled him and squatted on his cock . Jerry grabbed my ass,

I could hear Jerry moan and I watched as his eyes rolled back in his head as he entered me. Jerry began to thrust his cock in and out of my pussy as deep as he could...fucking me hard and fast. I remember thinking how good he felt inside of me, and how wet my pussy was at that moment. I watched Jerry and also looked at the full-length mirrors on the walls as we fucked. It was such a turn on being fucked by someone that I barely knew and someone who didn't even know my real name. All I knew was that he wanted me, and he felt so good inside of me. And I was being such a naughty girl.

After what seemed like hours, I thought I'd never walk again, but what a way to go I thought! I Kissed Jerry passionately, and helped him get dressed. And I got dressed.

I went downstairs to the dressing room to put on my regular clothes. Sarah was ready and we walked to her car. On the windshield there was an envelope and a note side that had my name on it. I opened the letter and it said, "Thank you for the private room. Can we do this again?...Jerry" There was ten $100 bills inside. I laughed, and thought to myself "Hell yeah we can." And I never told Sarah about what happened in the private room. What goes on in the private room stays in the private room. 



Sweetness



"I've got a thought, Sweetness."

"What's that?"

"It's about our first kiss."

She hugged herself and looked around the coffee shop. "You don't want to do this in public, do you?"

"Of course not," he replied taking a sip of his iced tea. It was just after 10:00AM in the springtime, and there were only three other people in the establishment, with only one person behind the counter. "We've had a pleasant chat, haven't we?"

"Oh yes," she purred. "I've had a wonderful time. Better than writing e-mails back and forth."

"I think so, too. But there's one fantasy I've had that's had no chance of happening, not with any woman I've ever dated before."

"Oh?" She said, her eyebrows rising. "Tell me more."

"I would like the first kiss you give me to be a very special kind of kiss." His index finger reached out and stroked the back of her hand twice; her foot left her sandal and rubbed his thigh under the table. "It would be very private, once in a lifetime."

Her smile was broad, her perfect teeth showing, and her eyes were dancing with conspiracy. "What are you thinking?"

He leaned over and lowered his voice. "I would like the first place you kiss on my body to be my cock."

"Really?" she replied, her countenance falling a little. "I though you'd like to start slowly, maybe slipping a little tongue. . ."

"Oh yes, we'll do that later. Never fear. But I'd like your first kiss to be on my dick: I want you to kiss it and lick it and suck on it a bit."

"Well, honey, I was going to do that later anyway. It's been so long, I think I've forgotten how. . ."

"You'll remember, it's like riding a bicycle. And I want one more thing."

"Yes?" She said with a quizzical look on her face.

"I'd like you to do it naked."

She took a sip of her coffee and leaned back. "I know we've talked about sex a lot, e-mailing back and forth, and I've offered to suck your cock before. But I've got a fat ass, my tits are too small and I'm ugly. I used to be young and beautiful and now. . ."

He touched her hand again: "I'm no Javier Bardem, either. I've got this big belly, my hair's turning grey, and parts of me I never knew existed ache almost daily. I can't believe we're finally sitting here, talking in person, and I've got a hotel room nearby. This has just been a stupid fantasy of mine for a long time, and if there's anyone who'd even consider doing it, it's you, Sweetness. I promise I'll return the favor, twice." His finger deftly stroked her hand again. "Take my time and make you squirm."

"Oh, it's been a long time since a man touched me. . ."

"How about licking your thighs?" She shook her head, her eyes growing wider. "Nuzzling your shaved mound? Flicking out with his tongue to tease your labia, probing the wetness?"

She shuddered: "My first boyfriend did that, long, long ago. You'd do that for me?"

"Promise," he replied crossing his heart. "What do you say?"

The people in the shop dawdled over their coffee, reading the papers. A bus went by outside, and the server behind the counter went to the back room for a breather. "I don't know. I'll go to the room with you, but I just don't know."

"You don't have to say 'Yes' now, Sweetness. Let me persuade you."

She smiled and patted his hand. "All right. I'll let you try to persuade me."

"Good." He took his beverage and stood up, nodding to her, and leading her out the door.

They went a block away to a nice, mainstream hotel, entering the back door and moving midway down an impossibly long hallway. "Aren't the housekeepers working this morning?" she asked as they walked past used room service trays.

"I've been here a couple of days, and they always do this floor first. We'll have privacy."

"I don't know. I'm still scared."

"Let me give you a big hug." Outside the door, he took her in his arms, giving her a long bear hug, waiting until her body stopped quivering and relaxed. "Let's go in. I need a moment in the bathroom and I'll be right out. You can strip while I'm in there."

The card was inserted and pulled out, turning the entry light green. "I don't know, honey."

"Consider it. If you're not ready, I'll try something that may change your mind."

They entered the room and she walked all the way in while he ducked in the toilet. The room overlooked the four lane highway; a bus stop was across the street. In the distance, the skyscrapers of downtown reared their heads, dancing until the bright blue sky while soft white clouds danced ahead. "Well?" he said.

"I hardly know what to say."

He came over and embraced her again, holding her and feeling her chest heave against his, her nipples perking up through her blouse, her torso grinding into his. He didn't let her go until she relaxed, then he turned her around and put his arms around her waist, holding her against his groin. "Just relax and go with it. You like this?"

"Yes."

"Good." He began to stroke her gently, rubbing his hands up and down her stomach until they found their way to her breasts, which he palmed and cupped. "These aren't too small, nice handfuls. See how I can hold them," he said, giving them a soft squeeze.

"My God, it's been too long since anyone's done that. . ."

"Yes, I know. I'm claiming your tits, just like I'm going to claim the rest of your body." His questing fingers found the top button of her pink floral silk blouse and undid it. His hands moved back and forth, running over her torso and returning to unbutton one at a time. Before long his hands were running inside her blouse, caressing her white skin and kneading her tits through her bra. "I think we need to lose something."

"Mmmmm," she replied.

"I'll take that for a yes," he continued and found the front clasp, undoing it. He pulled it away slowly from her breasts, making her wait, until they stood in the sunlight. The buds hardened and he squeezed them gently, milking them as she cooed and purred. "I'm going to persuade you to make my fantasy come true."

"You can keep talking," she murmured.

Pulling the blouse back, he removed her blouse and lacy bra, leaving her topless before him. She turned into him but he stopped her: "No fair cheating. I'm not done persuading you."

"But I want to kiss you, I want to kiss you badly."

"You're not ready yet." The soft hands undid her skirt and pulled it aside and down, letting it fall to the floor, then he started rubbing her thighs and massaging her crotch through the material of her panties. Her head turned to him but he pulled his head away, giving her a slap on the butt. "Naughty. I may have to give you that spanking I promised you."

"Yes, I want you to do that."

"But first, my fantasy." Squatting down, he pulled her panties down with a quick thrust, guiding her out of them one leg at a time, he hands moving up and down her leg, skating close to her moistening slit. "You're almost ready, but I think you'll need a little persuasion."

"I get to kiss your lips, don't I?" she objected.

"Oh yes, we'll kiss long and hard with lots of tongue. We'll have kisses you'll remember the rest of your life. But I'm dreaming of that big beautiful smile of yours, with your gleaming teeth and glossy lips, and how the first thing they're going to touch is my dick." He started rubbing her clit, moving in soft circles and probing the softness beyond. Her eyes closed, and her head lolled back. "This is your dream, isn't it? Being naked in front of a clothed man who's holding you, fondling you, rubbing your legs and making you wet."

A shudder went through her body. Her eyes opened and she saw them: him looming behind her, she naked and pressed back against him, her body caressed and probed by his sensitive hands. "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. I've wanted this far too long and I can hardly believe I'm here." A sigh escaped her lips. 

"You're here, this is real. My hands are touching you, my fingers are probing your cunt."

"Yes, yes, yes."

"In a few moments you'll have a my cock in your mouth."

"Oh, really?"

"Really, really. Are you ready?"

"Yes," she whispered. Forcing her to her knees, he went around in front of her. She unzipped his fly and pulled down his pants and underwear, smiling as his serpent emerged from its lair. "I think that's nice mouthful."

"You said it. Kiss me, Sweetness. Give me your first kiss. Kiss me all over my dick."

Her mouth puckered and she pulled back his foreskin, for he was uncircumcised, and kissed up and down the length of his shaft, stopping to kiss his balls, before kissing her way up the length and engulfing the head with her mouth. Slowly, gently, she started sucking his manhood, giving a little scrape of her teeth occasionally and working her tongue all around the head. 

"This is better than I could have imagined it, Sweetness. I'm tingling." He took several deep breaths. "I'm going to make you feel like a queen, take you to the mountaintop, let you come down again and take you up as many times as you can stand it. Oh my God, my cock was made for your mouth, Sweetness."

Not a word escaped her lips; she refused to leave her task, making love to the stranger's man meat, fulfilling the fantasy she had written to him about so often. And they made love the rest of the day, reaching several orgasms, ordering a pizza for dinner, and spent the evening soaking in the bathtub until their skin wrinkled while soft music played from the hotel channel.



Sweetness



"Where are we going?" She asked. Her heart thundered in her chest as he pulled her up the steps. At the next landing she took some time to look at the view. To her back was the ocean, in all its glory. There was a light breeze, and her straight black hair twirled in her face. Gorgeous trees to her sides sang their song and the lilies danced to the tune. She smiled as she thought it. It was something her mother would say.

"Come on, Kit Kat," he tugged her up some more steps. She giggled at his enthusiasm. Another adorable thing about him. As he moved ahead of her, her wrist embedded in his palm, she thought about him. About his honesty, his confidence, his emotion. She thought about his smile, his pout, even his frown. He was a wonderful man. He was her man. She revelled in that once again. As another landing came she tugged backwards and pulled him to her forcefully. Their lips met and he wasted no time in seeking out her tongue. 

"Not yet Kitty Kat, soon," he smiled as they parted and he tugged her onward. She was just about to ask him what he meant when

"SURPRISE!!!" She looked forward at the gathering for a while before it registered that she knew these people. Kai led the front smiling brightly with unshed tears in his eyes. She frowned at that and looked at the man next to her. He smiled with tears to match Kai's. 

"What's going on?" She asked. Her voice was hesitant and small. He took her hand and got on one knee. He placed a small kiss on her knuckles before he reached into his pocket and retrieved a small blue velvet box. As he opened it, her breath abandoned her.

"Will you marry me?"

~O~

Katherine James looked at herself in the mirror. She looked at her thick wiry black hair, styled in little twists all around her head. She looked at her dark skin flowing about her body. She looked at her small breasts, her large hips and her plain toes. She sighed, nothing to see here, she thought. She moved away from the offending image to her closet, another offending image.

As she stared at the melancholy collage of gray and beige, she sighed. All the better to blend in, she thought. She chose a particularly dismal beige pants suit for her day. She put them on, one leg at a time, adjusted the shoulder pads (who wears shoulder pads anymore) and pulled her hair into the same bun she had been wearing since she was 10. She collected her handbag and walked out of her room.

"Morning Mama!" Kai chimed. He sat on the couch, indulging in his ritual of early morning cartoons and day old pizza. She cringed at the nickname that was bestowed upon her when she had to bail his drunken ass out of jail, after she berated him in front of half the squad about the dangers of peeing off of billboards. She sighed as she looked at the sink full of dishes. Looking to the heavens for a blessing, she was then accosted by a piece of bologna. She cleared her vision and saw several of its round companions stuck to the ceiling.

"Kai, what the hell?!" She yelled. He looked at the ceiling then looked at her, shrugged and resumed his ritual. She headed out, screaming as she slammed the door.

On her way to work she recalled her first encounter with Kai. She remembered his toned and tanned chest, as he moved towards her in the park. He had just jumped in the fountain, complaining about the insufferable heat. He was wringing out his shirt in an attempt to look presentable. She laughed at his jokes and remembered how he looked soaked from head to toe. His dark blond hair stuck to his forehead, his green eyes sparkled as he made joke after joke. She remembered thinking that he was it. He was her salvations from ennui.

It was not long that she soon saw the light. On the second night living together, cold water splashed on her face as she walked in to find Kai drilling into some woman on the living room couch. The woman, Shirley, was old enough to be his mother. She recalled the tension the next morning as Mommy Dearest made breakfast for them, smiley face pancakes, bacon and eggs. The tension evaporated after her third serving.

She soon realized that Kai was her salvation from mundane; he just brought a different spice to her life. Every night was filled a new adventure. Bailing Kai out of jail, confronting aggressive women he threw away, rescuing him from the clutches of gay bears; every day had a tale. She laughed as she thought, I'm not bored anymore. 

She made her way into the car park, finding her space easily. She got out the car and took a deep breath, preparing herself for the onslaught of people in the building. She shook off her relentless shyness and moved into the glass box. In the lobby, she made minimal eye contact and steered herself straight to the elevator, which, thankfully, was empty. Pressing the button, she swallowed her sigh of relief as the doors were halted by a large brief case.

A man came into her elevator. No, man was not an adequate description. Adonis. That was it. He was an Adonis. He was over 6ft and his wide shoulders effectively blocked her hasty exit. His frame was sturdy and shouted strength. His suit was immaculate and made specifically for him. His hair was dark and stopped right before his shoulder. It was thick and looked like it would do well in slow motion. His skin was tanned, but not orange. She snorted as she recalled the conversation she had with Kai about the orange people trying to eat his brain.

Suddenly she was held captive by an ice cold blue stare. His eyes were the colour of ice. She could find no other way to describe them. He turned forward again and the elevator came to a halt. The doors opened and the ice king exited. She smiled at her nickname. She'll have to remember it to tell Kai later. She noticed the floor he came off on. So he was a lawyer. Seems only fitting. She stumbled slightly as the elevator stopped on her floor, jolted from her thoughts about her Adonis and his practice. 

~o~

Michael was annoyed. He was tired, overworked and simply annoyed. He strolled into his office and could not even muster up a smile as the underlings parted for him to get to his large office with a view. He sat in his heavenly leather chair, looked at his queen sized desk and sighed. The power this woman had over his emotion was unacceptable. He looked at his calendar and saw that he had to meet with her again in an hour. He growled as he threw his fifth phone across the room.

She kept changing her story. Then she got the times mixed up. Then she invented characters in her plot. He now had a total understanding as to why his current client was getting divorced. He held his head in his hands as he thought of ways to escape this case. After coming up with some plausible excuses, it all boiled down to his bosses' illogical relationship to the father of his insane client. He glanced to the door when his secretary walked in with a small box in hand.

"Honestly, I swear this company has a tax write-off just for you and your phones!" She huffed as she laid the new phone box in front of him. She walked over to the wreckage and collected the necessary parts. Hopping on his desk she began reassembling yet another phone for Michael Xavier. She hummed as she worked; ignoring the sighs and grumbles that came from her irate boss, until finally she found it interfered with her song.

"What pray tell is wrong now?" She asked, totally exasperated by his moaning. He looked up at her, her smooth milky legs that seemed to go on for days, her manicured fingernails and finally her mane of carefully set red curls. He smiled as those emerald gems twinkled with their concern. Then suddenly he remembered why they were concerned in the first place.

"I have a meeting with the bitch from hell," he grumbled. She giggled and he looked at her, shocked that she could find joy in his sorrow. 

"I know dear, I just wanted to hear your pet name for her," she jumped off his desk with his new phone.

"I'll just get this in sync and restore your back up data, and you'll be good as new," she looked at the mess on his desk. He snorted at it then dropped it in the trash. 

"Thank you Liz," she left him alone with the impending doom to think about.

~o~

Katherine sat at her desk, chewing her gum, listening to the new Rihanna album and simply enjoying her first quiet day in months. She recently completed a big project with her boss and it just felt nice to sit back and relax for a change. Her solace was interrupted by a slight knock on her cubicle. She removed her headphones and turned to see her boss standing there with her signature smile.

"Hi Kathy, I have a small favour to ask," Katherine always loathed the nickname "Kathy". It always reminded her of her cousin Kathy, who was an obnoxious bitch that made her childhood miserable. She smiled regardless, she hated her job and wasn't about to let a pet peeve keep her from a promotion.

"Anything, what do you need," she kissed ass. Her boss, Rosalind, smiled even brighter. Katherine liked the idea of being able to say "Anything, what do you need", knowing she won't take advantage. 

"Well you could pack up all your personal items, and put them in this box," she produced a box from behind her. 

"I don't understand" her heart heaved, her pulse raced and her tear ducts filled. She was being fired?! Rosalind stood there, smile in place, looking like an angel, angel of death. She looked as the death dealer's face fell.

"Oh dear, Kathy, what- No! You are not being fired," she said, putting her heart on her chest. Katherine calmed down instantly. She sniffled slightly and looked down to clam herself. Rosalind put her hand on her shoulder. 

"Ok, that was the worst way to tell someone they've been promoted," she sighed. Katherine looked up immediately. She looked at Rosalind and her second head. 

"Promoted? Really?" Her voice was a bare whisper. As Rosalind nodded her head, Katherine shrieked and jumped in the air, hugging Rosalind for all she was worth. Suddenly she recalled who she was and who she was hugging and she pulled back at an almost painful speed. Rosalind chuckled.

"With the way I delivered the news, I'll allow that little hug," Katherine bowed her head apologizing profusely. Rosalind patted her on the arm.

"No worries now pack up your things and let's go see your new office. And that's just what she did.

~o~

"Ok, it was twice I caught him cheating, with a Spanish girl," Lesley Mason said with conviction. Michael sighed as he wrote down this latest story. The last time she was here her husband had cheated on her four times, twice with men. He looked up from his notes to see her idly playing with her nails. He knew what that meant.

"Are you sure Mrs. Mason?" He knew she wasn't, probably because her husband never cheated on her. He met the man once and although he hated him for that ridiculous clause he put in his pre-nup, the man clearly loved his wife. On divorcing his wife she was entitled a small pittance. However if the divorce was due to infidelity on his part she was allotted half of everything. He silently mourned the death of his social life all due to a love sick man and his high ideals of his wife. 

"Well it could have been a black chick, she was kinda dark," her voice was barely a whisper, but he heard the door slam on his first early night in weeks. He sighed again and wondered how his lungs didn't collapse with this sudden mass exodus of air. Suddenly, a very evil thought popped into his head. He pulled out his phone and looked through the features. 

"When did these take place?" He continued, trying to continue the discussion.

"Well, he bought a weekend at the spa for me for my birthday, and it came home a little early and saw the bitch leaving as I pulled into the yard." Inwardly he groaned because two weeks ago she swore she followed him to a motel. Finding what he was looking for, he decided to end this once and for all.

"Mrs. Mason, as your lawyer I am bound to seeking only your best interest no matter the situations you find yourself in. Now we both know your husband did not cheat on you, or more precisely you don't have any evidence that he did. I find your lying childish and time consuming. However your father is paying me to listen to you so I'll tell you this. Tell me the truth and I'll find a way to get you your husband's money." The shock on her face was priceless. However she was not a stupid girl. Greedy, but not stupid. 

"Ok, fine, he didn't cheat on me. In fact he loves me so much the thought of it makes me sick," her voice sounded toxic. On a final sigh, he stood up and decided that he had enough.

"Mrs. Mason, you are a lying, manipulative, mind numbing bitch" she gasped and held her chest as if to keep the stone ticker from bursting out of her mendacious mouth.

"Furthermore," he continued, "you are not the first, nor the last conniving cunt I'll have to deal with," she stood up at this and marched over to his desk.

"Mr. Xavier, I will not sit here and have you disrespect me. Pack your things and burn your law degree because when my father gets through with you the only time you'll be seeing a courtroom is to answer to harassment charges!" Her eyes bugged out, her nose flared and her porcelain skin took on a crimson hue. Suddenly his unsatisfied libido chose this as the moment to ride to the surface and in a true caveman manner he grabbed her, slammed her to the wall and kissed her.

~o~

Katherine sped through traffic, ran up the stairs and burst through the door to find Kai on his back while a bubbly blond bounced on his manhood. Her first reaction, disgust, was quickly wiped away as she recalled why she was so breathless. Walking over to the duo, she noted the surprise in Barbie's expression and smiled as she sat on the coffee table facing them.

"Guess what?" She said barely able to contain her excitement. Kai looked over at her and unlike the blow up doll on his lap, he looked expectant.

"What?" He said as her excitement spread to him.

"I got a promotion!" She squealed. Kai never saw her squeal before. She looked intense, her face was glowing and she looked barely able to contain herself.

"Oh my god, for real?!" He said, sitting up slightly and looking at her. They both became oblivious to the angry woman still sitting on him. 

"For real. Now finish up here and get dressed we're going to celebrate!" With that she got up and danced her way into her room. She closed the door and twirled as she heard the muffled screams of the irate mannequin. She would feel bad if it wasn't for the fact that she felt so good.

~o~

He was amazed he still had the presence of mind to put on a condom. He looked down as his dick disappeared inside the cunt. He grinned at his play on words. She was gripping the chair in an attempt to muffle her screams. He didn't care if she screamed. He was over with this job anyway. He hated law and the death of his controlling father should have been his wake up call. However his mind waited until this iniquitous bitch opened it with her threats to have him fired. He pounded her faster and harder as he thought of the gall she had to assume she had any command over his life.

She shrieked as his thrusts became more forceful. He was startled out of his thoughts as she started meeting him for each and every push. He smiled as he pulled her hair harshly, removing her face from the cushioned chair. 

"Keep still bitch, this is not for you," he snarled in her ear. He pushed her face back into the chair and grabbed her hips roughly. He felt the end near as he gripped her ass, spreading them slightly. He spotted her tiny asshole and a sick light bulb came on. He yanked at her head again this time shoving two fingers into her mouth. Once she efficiently slobbered on them he pushed her head back, opened he ass cheeks again and plunged both fingers into her unprepared asshole.

"Oh god!!! Yes, yes, yea!!!" His head shot up, at the unexpected outburst from the devil queen. She sat up and rode his dick and fingers simultaneously. Her vigorous humping unarmed him and in one final hard thrust forward he emptied all his hate, disgust and contempt into the condom. 

He relaxed momentarily then pulled out of her. He disposed of the condom and reassembled his clothing. As he completed his tie, she righted herself on the chair and looked at him languidly. Her blue eyes and baby doll blonde curls contradicted the demon within. She smiled at him and attempted to speak. He held his hand to halt whatever ridiculous notion that could come spewing out of her mouth.

"This meant nothing dear. I was horny; you had a pussy, problem solved. I'll send in my resignation immediately, so you won't have to waste Daddy's time," she sat up straight.

"What do you mean, you won't help me?" She looked so lost that he had to suppress a grin. 

"Yes, Mrs. Mason, I won't help you," his grin could not be held any longer, "furthermore, if you try using my lapse in sexual judgment against me, I'll make sure that not only don't you get money from your husband, your father would see you for the financial failure that you really are."

"What are you talking about?" She looked on as he played the recording on his phone.

"You wouldn't dare--" She was shouting again and her voice was giving him a headache.

"Do not presume to know what I would and wouldn't dare," he said as he cut her off. She sat very still with her makeup messed up, her clothes in disarray, and her eyes filling rapidly.

"Don't you start crying on me, it ruins the effect, bitch," she shot her head to him and again opened her wretched mouth.

"Please shut up. I'm going to go home now and scrub myself with a lime, burn my clothes and call your husband to let him know that his wife has reconsidered her bid for divorce. Go home bathe, put a smile on your face and suck his dick. That man married you and he deserves a king's welcome!" He packed up his valuables in a small box and opened the door. With a sharp nod goodbye he left her. As he approached his car, he found it difficult to hold on to a single thought. Only one thing flashed through his mind- Kai would know what to do!