Blue and I are on our way to town, (not to be confused with tomorrow’s trip to the city) The town is 50 miles from home. The city is 300 miles. I don’t dress hotly when we go to town. Everyone knows me there as a leader of charity… I can’t go to town looking hot.

To town, I usually wear loose-fitting jeans and an UN-flattering t-shirt. Blue says I look sexy anyway… I disagree and try not look that way. We ride to town in the third seat of a Suburban SUV with a soundproof privacy partition and there are no windows back there.

My baby usually has my pants undone before we leave the driveway… and her tongue in my mouth before we’ve gone a single mile…

My fantasy takes over… a fetish because it makes me hotter than hell!

I was genetically created in a petri dish per Blue’s specifications, all of which involved being her hot lover who can’t keep my hands off her, but when she’s not busy, it works both ways and she’s always hot for me.

Blue parted our kiss only a little and spoke with our lips almost touching, her hot breath on my mouth…

“Why does riding in this thing make me so fucking hot for you?”

I had my hand under her dress, stroking her inner thigh.

“Hmmmm… maybe because I was bred to MAKE you hot for me?

“Could be, but I think it’s those jeans you’re wearing. I think they tell me I shouldn’t have you right now.”

“I hate wearing clothes. Hate it. I feel constricted. I wasn’t born with clothes… I wasn’t sent to you with clothes on and I can’t wait to get out of them! And what?!?! My jeans… talk to you?”

I felt her lips smile against mine…

“You know what I mean. Something… well… prohibitive about them.”

I was slumped way down, my body laid back. I pulled her on top of me and held her ass…

“Interesting. Does baby feel “prohibited” right now?”

Blue lapped at my lips with her tongue…

“No. Baby does not. Baby gets to have you whenever she wants, and you know what? Baby wants.”

Blue was breathing harder… I pulled her lip with both of mine while unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. I took her hand and slid it inside so she could feel my pussy throbbing, beckoning her… she could feel my swollen butterfly outer lips quivering against her hand, teasing her fingers…

I spoke into her open mouth, looking right into her eyes…

“Feel how hot I am for baby? How dripping wet I am? Pleeeeeeeeeease let me suck your pussy? Please?”

I pulled her dress to her waist and held her ass, teasing my finger down between her cheeks.

Blue’s mouth attacked mine… I opened my mouth and whimpered for her tongue… she gave it to me and I opened my mouth wider, letting her tongue fuck it’s way to my throat…

My finger was sliding around the center of her ass and her pussy was soaking my thigh through my jeans.

Blue bit my neck… oh wow… she was on fire… her pussy needed me…

“Oooooohhhhhh… I think baby needs a good tongue-fucking! Would you like your slutty fucktoy to take care of your pussy, sweetheart?”

Blue urgently pulled my jeans off me… I’m not sure why… she was the one getting fucked. She DOES prefer me naked, whatever we’re doing.

I wriggled my ass to help her and she tossed them aside, then quickly straddled my thigh… she put her hands on my shoulders and started fucking herself on my smooth thigh while I held her hips and looked in her eyes. She gripped my shoulders and ground her pussy hard on me, her juices flowing on my thigh… trabzon escort

I patted the seat on both sides of me. “Climb up here and give your sweet pussy to me… let me suck you and devour you… “

Blue squealed with delight and eagerly put her knees on the seat, putting her hands on the back of the seat… I slid down under her pussy and put my hands under her ass…

“Now, just relax and I’ll hold you, baby… feed your pussy to your slutty bad girl and I’ll suck you real good!”

I lowered Blue to my face and roughly grabbed her pussy with my wide-open mouth, sucking her large, swollen outer lips into my mouth… Blue screamed!

“Fuck!… Sunny!… Fuck YES!”

I sucked her mercilessly…

“Sunneeeeeeeeeeee! Eat me good!”

I fucked my tongue HARD into her while sucking her, fucking her as deep as I could…

“SUNNY! FUCK! CUMMING!

I held firmly to Blue’s ass as an earthquake overtook her! Her body was rocked hard by a tremendous orgasm! I kept sucking her as LOTS of her hot, sweet cum flowed into my mouth…

“SUNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!… YES!… FUCK YES!!

I sucked all of Blue’s cum into my mouth, gulping down every drop… fuck!… it felt so good going down my throat and into my tummy!

Blue rode my mouth till the very end, then gasped and fell over onto her back… oh my goodness… she looked so beautiful, I wanted to do it all over again! Then, she saw the sign saying three more miles to go…

“We’ll be the re in under two minutes, Sunny… we’d better get ourselves together!”

“Damn. Clothes back on???”

Blue laughed at that.

“Yes, my love. Clothes back on. Don’t worry, we’ll go back home soon… then we’ll be naked again! And baby? TRY to be a good girl in town? Try?”

I pouted at her…

“Well… okay… but when we go to the big city, I will NOT be a good girl. I wasn’t created to be a good girl… I was created to be your bad girl!”

She just smiled at me and kissed me. Oh… I had plans for the ride home from town.

Her panties will be soaked and she’ll be dying to fuck me…

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We got back in the SUV for the ride home. Blue closed the privacy partition… I think she knew I was up to something… and I was.

I immediately started to remove my clothes. I HAD to get out of them. Blue was already busy with something on her computer. It was clear, she was afraid I would get her turned on…

“Uh… Sunny… please leave your clothes on?”

I had my shirt off… no bra, so my breasts were free. I was just about out of my jeans… I wriggled my hips and slid them down…

“Nope. These clothes have to go. I hate clothes… you know that, baby.”

“Just for the ride home?”

“No… sorry… my pussy is waaaaaaay too wet and turned on for clothes!”

“Oh Sunny… no… don’t do this right now… oh fuck… “

I spread my legs with her watching, smiled at her and held a handful of my hair, stroking my pussy with it… Blue could see how wet I was. I slid my finger through my pussy, brought it to my mouth and sucked on it…

“Aaaaaawwww… does that make my baby wet for me?”

“Fuck, Sunny! You know it does!”

I draped one leg over her lap… I took her hand and slid one of her fingers inside me… I looked at her through my bangs…

“Don’t worry, my love… when we get home, your baby will suck-fuck you till you can’t take any more, okay?”

“Yes! Make me cum a lot! trabzon escort bayan Now, ya better put your clothes back on. We’re almost home, and you can’t get out and walk to the door, naked in front of our detail.”

I giggled…

“I sure can! Watch me… and I’m sure they’ve seen naked women before. Seen one, you’ve seen them all, right?”

“Well, no… that’s… not how it works, no.”

We got home and I hopped out, tossed my hair back and pranced in ahead of her. She traded apologetic looks with our detail and came in behind me…

“Sunny, my dear, sometime, we’ll have a chat about modesty, propriety and things like that.”

I wasn’t interested… my pussy was throbbing… my inner thighs were soaked. I held her hips and roughly/playfully put her against the wall… I pinned her there with my body and pounced my lips onto hers, my tongue fucking her mouth…

I took her hands and put them in my hair, then lifted her dress and shoved my thigh against her pussy… I raised my knee and planted it against the wall and lifted her body so all her weight had her pussy resting on my thigh…

“SUNNY! FUCK YES! FUCK ME!”

She leaned down and kissed me hard, fucking my throat with her tongue… I purred loudly for her, then lowered my knee, letting her down. I slid to my knees and she spread her legs for me… I tucked my head under her dress and tore her panties off with my teeth, then drove all eight inches of my tongue into her… she fucking SCREAMED!

“FUCK ME! GIVE IT TO ME, SUNNY!”

Still with her against the wall, I rammed my tongue deep into her, her juices flowing into my mouth and down my throat… in and out of her, my tongue fucked her relentlessly… then, she pulled my hair harder and came in a shuddering, screaming, earth-shaking orgasm! I kept tongue-fucking her and let her cum flow down my body… fuck! I loved it!

Then her legs collapsed under her and she fell, but with me holding her as she went down, my hand behind her head to protect her. I rolled onto my back while holding her so she could lie on top of me… I caressed her back in long strokes from her shoulders to her ass…

“Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… “

“Well… you’re alive!”

“Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh… “

I caressed her some more, kissing the top of her head and rubbing my face in her hair, then I sat up with her on top of me. I held her ass and stood, holding her ass with her legs wrapped around me.

Oh, she was worn out…

“Sunny… bed… please, baby.”

I carried her to bed and removed the rest of her clothes… she was already asleep when I pulled the covers over us and wrapped her with my body, lovingly holding her to my breasts to make her feel forever loved and cherished if she wakes…

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I woke in the middle of the night, and Blue’s breath was on my neck… instantly, my pussy was throbbing and wet!

My leg was between her thighs… I slid my smooth thigh to her already swollen pussy… her juices ran over my thigh, soaking me…

Hmmmmmm… maybe she was dreaming…

I had strong urge to suck her and fuck her with my tongue, to have all her hot cum sliding down my throat and filling my tummy… I wanted to drive her crazy while she slept, perhaps adding to her dream…

Well? That’s what Blue told the lab when she had them create me… to make me ALWAYS want her? To make me want to be her hot, slutty nympho who was ALWAYS hot for her pussy, right?

Hell escort trabzon yes… and right now, I was wide-awake and my pussy was on fire…

Hmmmmm… should I use the special mental talent on her the lab gave me? The one they told me to tell her about as a surprise for her? I decided no… I wanted her awake for that. She’ll LOVE it! I hope…

For now, I was thrilled to have her juices sliding down my thigh, burning my pussy and soaking it, mixing hotly with my own juices…

She needed her sleep and I chose not to wake her.

I got on my hands and knees, straddling her without touching her and fucked myself to DEATH, throwing my hair back and cumming all over her body as she soundly slept… my orgasm was so fucking intense and my cum flowed and flowed from me, soaking her breasts and her tummy!

I always cum a LOT! (Most of you know that. That’s not fantasy, that’s real… and no squirting)

I shook my bangs from my face and laid my body beside hers… I gently turned her on her side and wrapped myself around her, holding her wet body against mine, wanting all of her against all of me…

My pussy was still throbbing… sooooooo deliciously sloppy-wet, my cum still oozing from between my quivering butterfly lips.

Still, Blue slept.

With my cum from my shuddering orgasm now soaking her pussy, she slept.

FUCK, I wanted her!

Carefully so as not to wake her, I rolled her onto her back…

In her dream-sleep, she spread her legs and I slid down between them, watching her for signs of waking up… there were none. I wanted to eat her really, really good and make her cum in her sleep, making it feel like a delightful dream…

I slipped my arms under her legs and slid my tongue along her inner thighs, taking in her intoxicating scent of hot sex and musk oil… ooooohhhhh… oh fuck… it made me sooooooo fucking hot to belong to her, to be her possession…

Watching her, I rubbed my wet lips on her clit… her body shook just a little and she whimpered in her sleep…

I slid my long tongue very, very slowly inside her, watching her breathing deepen… though still sleeping, her back arched and she squealed softly… her hands wove her fingers into my hair and she purred and whimpered in her sleep…

“Oooooooohhhhh… Sunny… yes, my baby… “

Oh, she was going to cum very quickly and easily… I decided to go for it…

I withdrew my tongue, slipped my finger into her and took her hard, swollen clit between my lips…

“SUNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! FUCK, YES!”

Still sleeping and dreaming a hell of a dream, she grabbed my hair and SCREAMED when I sucked her clit into my mouth and attacked it with my tongue… my finger swirled circles around the walls of her hungry pussy… her body spasmed violently and she came and came!

“SUNNEEEEEEEEEEEE! FUCK ME! OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH FUCK!!”

Her orgasm passed and I slowly… gradually backed off on her, letting her clit gently slip from my mouth. Oh my goodness… she was so sexy and hot!

I had held my hand so all her cum flowed into it… I got on my back and spread it on my body, loving every hot bit of it! I reached over to the nightstand and got our bottle of musk and dabbed a LOT of it all over myself, and all over her…

Then, I held her in my arms and cuddled her to me, giving her lots of I-love-you kisses on her cheek before falling contentedly back to sleep…

Tomorrow, we leave for the city. Could I behave myself and be a good girl? Impossible… I wasn’t created with any concept of being a good girl, no knowledge of how to go about it… and no desire for it…

Part Two coming soon…

Thank-you for reading!

My love to all,

Sunny

© 2017 Sunny Johansen

It was still morning around ten thirty when our taxi reached the dock. Rob unloaded the back of the taxi and Terry paid for the ride smiling at me the whole time. I felt like a little girl when she looked at me. I walked over and started to take some luggage and walk to where our ship was to be docked with Terry by my side. We were looking for the ship Essex’s and didn’t see it anywhere. So Terry went to the office to find out where the ship was docked at and came back and told me that Essex’s had temporally changed their name for the holiday since we were getting closer to Halloween. I looked at her and said, ” And what in names god did they change it to?” She looked at me and looked over and pointed to a ship down the dock and I looked over and read “Autumn Terror.” Oh my god, I started to laugh, “don’t you think they are going a bit to far?” Terry started to laugh and started telling me that the whole ship was decked already in Halloween garb and that everyday was going to be based on holloween.

I thought to myself, great that is all I needed a horror ship. We started walking towards Autumn Terror and the closer I got to the ship the more I got this feeling of dread coming over me to the point I was feeling ill. Terry looked over and noticed that I was not doing well and she said in a calm reassuring voice, “Hon, don’t worry we will have fun and besides you’ll be with me.” Terry was beaming from ear to ear and was full of excitement over having a whole week of Halloween feast going on. We finally made it to the ship and started to board it going up a long covered ramp and stepping on to the ship was like stepping into the twilight zone. Halloween decorations every where. Even the crew was wearing customs. One of the crew approached us and greeted us aboard and looked at our tickets and directed us to our rooms. I started thinking, thank god I and Terry have separate rooms on the cruise. I was hoping she would meet a man or another woman so I could just relax and be myself. But then again, I was starting to like being dominated over at least just a little.

We finally walked half the ship when we saw the opening to go into and was greeted by another crew member. The doctor dressed up as a mad surgeon. Now that really turned me off and scared me a little bit. Great a doctor with a weird sense of humor is all I needed on this trip. I just hope I don’t get ill at anytime and need his help. As we approached him he announced he was the ships doctor and his name was Ralph. “Well, Ralph,” Terry said, ” could you tell us the way to our rooms so we can get settled in?” Ralph took our tickets and looked at them for the room number and pointed down the hall to the left. “Great rooms ladies,” Ralph smiled, hope you enjoy your cruise here on Autumn Terror.” I tried to smile and said, “I am sure we will.” We started walking down the hall that Ralph had just directed us too and I noticed that all the doors had 666 – 1 and so on. “Ah, Terry,” my voice now sounding like a silly girl, have you noticed that all the doors are marked with 666 and then the room number”? “What, are you superstitious about that number, Leanne”? I looked at her and she had noticed I was not impressed with what she said. We finally made it to our rooms. Terry winked at me and kissed me on the cheek and I looked around to see if anyone was looking which no one else was in the hall and she said, “I’ll be over to see you in a while love,” and she went to her room next door and went in and shut the door behind her. I kind of let a sigh of relief out that she didn’t want to come in my room with me. I opened the door with the key they had sent with the ticket and I was surprised. The room was so big. I walked in and it was just like having a big apartment. The place was lush with expensive furniture in the living and big mirrors all over and even a big television and a stereo. I look around and notice there were flowers all over the livening and then I noticed a door over by the television set and I walked over thinking it might be a closet but it was a little kitchen behind the door, I turned to shut the door and walked across the living room into the bedroom and found a lush feather bed and all the wood was solid oak and more flowers. I finally picked a card and read it and I was surprised it read:

My dearest Leanne

You are the joy of my life. I’m so glad we are together for this journey and I will always be here for you.

Yours always,

Terry

I started to think if she had planned all this from the start. But right now all I wanted to do was to get my things put away and just rest for a while after being up early in the morning. I started putting things away and notice that in the suit case that Terry was in was a small box. I stared at the box for a while and then opened the little gray box and in it was a silver bracelet with Terry’s name on it. I just hope this was a phase she was going through. I put the box on the dresser and left it there not giving marmaris escort it any thought to finish putting away my clothes and shoes when I heard Terry in the living room. What the hell I said, “How did you get in here?” I walked over to the bedroom door and looked at her. “I came in through the other door, ‘she smiled. “What other door”? “Our kitchen join together,” Terry replied. “What”? I said surprised. “Sure,” Terry said, “we have a kitchen we have to share.” I thought to myself maybe I should have taken a closer look at the kitchen and make sure to lock my door next time. Terry hadn’t changed yet but from out of no where she said,”you’re not thinking of locking the door are you”? As if she was reading my mind. “Who me, would I do that”? Trying to smile at her. Terry drew closer to me and I became uptight all of a sudden. “Terry, please, I am trying to figure out what happend the is morning between us and deal with it.” Terry stopped in her track and said in a kind and understanding voice,”Oh, I can understand that love, but don’t feel bad about what happened we both enjoyed it and we have all week to enjoy it again.” I looked down at the floor and said in a low voice,”I just want some time to myself right now.” “Okay,” Terry said, “that is no prob. I want to check out the ship anyway, I’ll come back and check on you later, as she winked at me and turned to leave the front door.

I felt some relief and started to relax a little. I decided to take a shower and change into something comfortable and lay down for a while. I had never slept in a feather bed before and this felt real good. I kept getting the feeling I was being watched but didn’t know from where. I must have fallen to sleep cause when I woke up I looked out the port and it was dark outside. I must have been tired. I got up nice and refreshed I notice the silver bracelet was on my wrist. I don’t remember putting it on I thought to myself. I’m sure I didn’t put it on. I got up out of bed and walked into the living in my silk nighty and noticed Terry was waiting for me at the bedroom door before I had a chance to say anything she took me gently by the arm and lead me to the dinning room where she had dinner all set up and candle lights going. I was surprised and shocked all at the same time. She walked me over to the chair and pulled it out and sat me down and pushed it in gently under the table and poured us both white wine before she sat down.

“I don’t know what to say but thank you for having dinner ready.” Terry looked at me and smiled. “No problem love, I had room service deliver. I knew you were tired so I let you sleep.” It was actually a perfect dinner set up with London broil steak, baked potato and a salad, all my favorite things to eat. I could feel Terry’s feet under the table caressing mine. Terry proceeded to tell me about the day she had on the ship and the people she meant on the ship. By the time she got done telling me her exciting day we were finished with dinner. Terry kept trying to touch my hand the whole time and I kept trying to pull away. Terry got up and came over and helped me up and she put her arm around me and planted a kiss on me as if she missed me something fierce. We walked into the living and sat on the plush lavender couch and Terry leaned over and kissed me again on the neck this time. “I really missed not having you with me today to explore the ship,” she said in a low soft voice. My body started to quiver from the kiss on my neck. I didn’t know whether or not she felt my body quiver but I had to ask her. “Terry,” trying to be stern, “what are we doing?” “What do you mean, what are we doing,” she replied. “This is just a fling isn’t it”? “A fling! I doubt that Leanne.”

Terry moved to the table in front of me and sat down in front of me hold my hands and rubbing them. She looked into my eyes and in a soft and low voice said, “Don’t you get it?” I looked at her and notice she was looking at me in away a man would look at me if he were in love with me. “I have loved you for years, Leanne and I finally have a chance to show just how much I love you and adore you. Sure I can’t offer you a dick but I can offer you so much more, baby.” She knelt in front of me spreading me legs apart. She started rubbing my thighs and hips. “Sweet pea, I know you have never experienced another woman before and I understand you have reservations about this but I can do for you what not man can do for you and love like no man can love you.” I sat there looking at her and listening to every word she said. “But, what was all that about the house this morning then”? I said in disgust. “Leanne, come on now. How long have we’ve known each other and how many secrets and stories have we told each other. I know you all to well. You want to be dominated over and you enjoy being dominated over.” “Terry, this may be true,” I added, “but by a man not a woman.” “Really,” Terry said in a sly and devious voice. “How would you know if you like it or not by a woman if you haven’t tried marmaris escort bayan it.” She made some sense but I never thought of it that way. I could feel my head shake yes, as giving some credence to what she had just said. “Don’t worry sweet pea, I know how you like it,” this wicked grin came over her face. After all these years I thought to myself, she knows me all to well. I sat there for a while just thinking when all of a sudden I felt my hand being guided behind me and something cold wrapped around them and a click.

Before I could say anything a ball was being placed in my mouth with a hole in the middle. I didn’t know what was going on. Terry could see the fear in my eyes and feel it. I was sure she could. She walked into the kitchen and left me sitting on the couch. All I could think of was I was in for trouble and I didn’t know how to get out of it. What next, was she going to kill me. All kinds of thoughts came in my head when Terry came back from the kitchen in a white silk robe and a paddle in her hand. My eyes filled with terror, what in the hell was she going to do with it. I was going to be beat, I knew I was but didn’t know why. My heart was racing and Terry came over and helped me off the couch. I struggle a little when she swung me over a bar stool and strapped me to it. My face facing the floor and my ass up in the air. She raised the chair so my feet wouldn’t be touching the floor. I was scared to death. She parted her robe so that a dick fell out of it. I couldn’t believe my eyes, she had a strap on, on her. She stood next to me rubbing my ass and said,”baby, this is going to hurt me as much as it hurts you, but it’s for your own good.” I started to struggle on the barstool but it was no good she had me strapped to it tightly. All I could do was mumble through this device she had in my mouth. I tried to plead with her but with no veil. I felt her hand on my back and then it happened. I felt the leather whip come down on my ass. I felt the stinging it gave me. “See, honey, you should have been with me instead of being in your room. You’re a bad little girl.” Another hit to my ass but this time it was harder then the first. My legs started to kick from the pain and because I just wanted to get up and away from what punishment she was going to give me. With every whip to my ass, I could her count one, two, three, etc. And each hit became harder and harder. Tears started to run down my face. My body was starting to tighten with each smack she dealt me.

“From now on sweet pea, you go where I go, won’t you”? I tried to say yes but found I couldn’t with this thing in my mouth. Another slap to my ass. My legs kicking for what it was worth. “Just remember, I love you and that I will always love you, it is just that you have to learn.” Slap again. “You go where I go, don’t you sweet pea”? She said. I shook my head yes. “Good, now that we understand each other things will be better now won’t they”? Terry stood there and when I didn’t answer her she whacked me again to the count of ten. “I asked you a question answer or get another whack.” I shook my head yes. “Good, girl,” she said, “see your figuring out your place in this relationship aren’t you?” I shook my head yes as fast as I could so I wouldn’t be beaten anymore. “Good, good,” she whispered. I was crying and sobbing but couldn’t yell for help or tell her to stop at any time. I hadn’t noticed but she had moved behind me and I felt the stool being lifted up and down with the foot peddle on the floor. My ass hurt so bad. I thought I was bleeding. OH MY GOD, I thought to myself she has that strap on, on. She wouldn’t after the beating she gave me, I thought. Or would she. I felt the dildo hit it’s spot near my snatch. I felt her silk robe draped across my back and her left hand touching my left shoulder. “Baby, I want you so bad, you know that don’t you”? I started to fling my legs trying to hopefully get her out from between my legs. I started shaking my head no. I couldn’t believe what she was doing to me. I felt the dildo start to penetrate my snatch and feeling the pain of my beaten ass. Her right hand came across my back to my right shoulder and I could feel her pushing the dildo into my snatch. I started screaming from pain but no one could hear me. My legs bending up to me knees I started lashing with them. I was fighting harder to get off the stool that I was tied too. And with all the struggle I did it was to no avail. I was held to that stool stead fast.

Terry getting a rhythm going and I could hear her start to moan with excitement as she thrusted the dildo into me. I realized I was moaning right along with her. Between the pain and the ecstasy I was feeling. I couldn’t believe that I was enjoying all this. My moans muffled. I felt Terry’s hands on my hips thrusting to and fro. “Oh baby,” she moaned with delight, “who loves you, baby. I told you I loved you.” The thrust where steady and even. “The spanking was for your own good, baby. So that you know what escort marmaris you did wrong and that you won’t do it again.” I shook my head yes. Moaning with absolute delight. My body starting to quiver with excitement I never had known before. The thrust were steady and slow but picked up just a bit. A little deeper she made the dildo go in my snatch and as she did I felt my body yarning for it all. I wanted her to screw the hell out of me to make me scream with ecstasy. Moaning and gasping for air I found myself really wanting her. I hadn’t known what I was missing before in all my other relationships before. My snatch taking it in, palsating waiting and yarning for her to make me cum. Was it possible that a man couldn’t give me this or was it the fact that I didn’t trust anyone to do this to me. And yet, I trusted her of all people. I could hear her moaning in wild passion as her grip got tighter around my hips her thrust became faster and the dildo deeper and deeper. I my body started to tense up from the shear ecstasy of it all and I started to scream. I had never felt any mans cock go that far into me before. Faster and faster her thrust became and my snatch getting wetter and hotter. Taking it all in, every dam bit of it she had to give me. “Oh,” Terry moaned in sweet ecstasy, “cum for me baby” she gasped for air “cum and meet your daddy, little girl,” she moaned. My body starting to twitch from the shear pain and ecstasy I was feeling. Then I felt a hand whack my ass. “Cum for me, baby, come meet your daddy,” she said with excitement in her voice. My moans and screams muffled. My body twitching and wanting to exploded. Smack, again on my ass. The pain was shear heaven. Her thrusts faster and deeper. She was becoming more intense in what she was doing to me. And then it happened, I exploded with shear and utter ecstasy. I was cuming and could not stop. OH YES! I heard her say, “Cum to papa” she still thrusting and moaning herself. I felt she was cuming at the same time I was. “Oh, baby,” she gasped for air, “you’re so good, baby.” I kept cuming and cuming over and over again. I had never experienced this before. I felt her body on my back resting on me and breathing hot and heavy. “Oh baby, you don’t know what you do to me.” I heard the clicks of the cuffs on my wrist loosen and then come off and the gag loosen and come off as well. I was still tied to the stool with Terry laying on me, still in me.

My hands free now dropped in front of me. My mouth hurt from the gag being in for so long. And yet somehow I didn’t mind it. I heard myself saying in between gasps of air, “oh, that was so good.” My ass still throbbing with pain. Terry pulled out slowly and she did something I couldn’t see her but I felt this cool cream being put on my ass. It seemed to ease the pain a little. “See, baby, I take good care of my little girl, now don’t I”? I remembered what happened before when she asked me a question and I was quick to answer. “Yes,” with excitement and ecstasy in my voice. “So, tell me baby, did you enjoy yourself tonight”? I looked over with complete and utter lust and said, “Yes, I did, very much,” my voice sounded like a little girl wanting more ice cream. Terry stood in front of me and I noticed the strap on was off her crouch almost in my face as she started to untie me. I could smell the juices we created together. Once the rope was loose from around me and the stool I slowly edge my way back and off sliding off the stool as the stool was not lowered and my feet were still dangling above the floor. I looked over at Terry and noticed her satisfying smile she had on her face. She then came over and swept me off my feet and my hands around her neck she walked over and sat on the couch, gently lowering me to her lap. Gently she whisked my long reddish hair out of the way of my eyes and said, “You know I love you don’t you?” I shook my head yes and started kissing her passionately with my tongue in her mouth tasting every inch of her. Her arms around held me closer to her as she responded back. I started sucking her tongue, messaging it with mine. My hands caressing her face. I wanted her like I had never wanted anyone before. I realized what I was feeling and I jumped up off Terry now standing in front of her. She held my wrist in her right hand. She looked up at me with her loving eyes and lustful smile.

“So, your starting to feel things are you are”? I shook my head yes. “Terry, this is going to take me some time to get use to,” I said in sweet low voice. “I don’t know what is happening here. I never thought of myself as being with another woman.” I started to tremble slightly not knowing how Terry would react to what I just said to her. “Don’t worry baby, ” her voice low and soft, “I’ve been there myself at one time.” Terry started to stand up and kissed me on the check and led me into the bedroom where the covers where already turned down. She whispered in my ear, “sleep on your stomach, Hon, that way you won’t be in a lot of discomfort tonight.” She put me in the bed and covered me up and sat on the bed next to me. Stroking my long reddish hair. “You sleep now, I’ll be back to check in on you later.” She bent over and gave me a kiss and turned to leave.

Note: The first four chapters are filed under Novels but in hope of finding a larger audience, I am starting to post under Lesbian. Do read the first four chapters first and feel free to comment! x0x0x Alex.

*****

Barbara’s silicone cock felt so good inside my pussy, and she was masterful – or should I say Mistressful – in its use, finding my rhythm, bringing me to the brink, then pulling out gently, slowly, before pounding in again more forcefully than ever.

I had never experienced anything like it. How could I? Before today, the only things that had penetrated my cunt other than my hairbrush when I masturbated were my nasty stepfather’s cock and those of his middle-aged creepy buddies. Even Cheryl, whose lovely large tits had first introduced me to Sapphic joys, had only fingered my sex but not put anything more than her fingers inside me.

“That’s how it’s done, pet,” Barbara said, pulling out and removing her harness and the lovely S-shaped silicone dick. “Now it’s your turn.”

She showed me how to put it on and Doreen parted my pussy lips to allow Barbara to place the shorter end of the device in my cunt. Then Barbara lay on her back, beckoning me to straddle her and fuck her. Doreen meanwhile positioned herself over Barbara’s face, her pussy just over our mistress’s mouth. I began to push in and pull out as Barbara had done bursa evi olan escort to me, while Barbara licked Doreen’s slit and I went wild watching Doreen’s beautiful big boobies go flopping up and down in front of me.

Again I lost track of how many times we all came before we collapsed in sweaty delight.

“I’m an early riser, pet,” Mistress said, “but you can go back with Doreen to slut central for a nightcap. Just make sure I find you in my bed when I wake up.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said. “And thank you.”

“You’re welcome, pet. Don’t stay up too late. I’m taking you shopping tomorrow for some proper clothes.

“As you command, Mistress,” I said. Doreen winked at me. I was getting the hang of this stuff. Like the whore I was to become, I was keenly aware of which side of my toast was buttered.

Doreen and I walked down the corridor to the sluts’ quarters. “That was just wonderful!” she exulted. “We’re going to be such great friends.” I held her hand and squeezed it.

The never-ending party was in full swing on our return. The chubby girl with large tits who had been mixing Bloody Marys earlier was sprawled, or passed out I’d say except she showed some signs of life when a pussy entered her mouth, on a cedar coffee table in the living room. Two little blonde sluts were laying down lines of coke altıparmak escort on her pussy lips that they then snorted up using glass tubes. They then sprinkled more coke on the chubby girl’s pussy and licked it up, giggling to themselves.

Alice, the small-titted slut Doreen had mentioned disparagingly, straddled the chubby girl’s mouth and lowered her cunt till the girl started sucking and licking it. Alice held a bottle of vodka in her hand and took giant swigs as she let her cunt be licked. She looked at me intensely.

“Would you like some wine?” Doreen asked. I said that would be nice, and she padded off into the kitchen to open a bottle. Alice sauntered over to the couch where I was sitting.

“So I see Floppy Tits has her claws in you. Well, I don’t know what Mistress sees in her, but she says I have a magic cunt. Wanna taste it, pet?” she snarled. I realized I needed to assert myself.

“First of all, I am not your pet. I am Mistress Barbara’s pet and you are just one of her many sluts. Second, I am quite fond of Doreen’s tits. And finally, I’d like you to get down on your knees and eat out my cunt so that when Doreen comes back with my wine, I can fondle her breasts while you get me off.”

Alice flushed but did as she was told. Doreen came back with two glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon and a bottle, and I gulped down half a glass, put the glass down on a side table, and put my mouth to her boobs, letting wine drip down her tits and onto her belly. I poured some wine on my sex where Alice was licking me so she could have some too, and then poured the remainder of my glass down Doreen’s throat, kissing her on the neck and nibbling on her earlobes, all of which dripped wine from my lips.

Then I told Alice she could lick Doreen’s cunt. She flushed but moved over and did what I told her to do. I put my tongue in Doreen’s mouth and rubbed my small boobs over hers while she put her hand on my sex and began to stroke it. “Circles,” I said, letting her know how to make me come, and I let myself orgasm again and again.

It was hours later that I crawled into Barbara’s bed and it seemed only a few minutes later that light was streaming in the open windows and Barbara was standing over me, stirring a red concoction. “Oh my aching head,” I said. “What’s that?”

“Bloody Mary,” Mistress said. “The breakfast of champions. Vodka, tomato juice, tabasco, Worcestershire sauce, and spices. And one more thing.” She broke a raw egg into the glass, gave it a stir, and handed it to me. “Drink up and then shower and clean up,” she instructed. “We are going on a shopping spree to get my new pet some appropriate clothing.”

I drank the glass dry. The vodka went straight to my brain like an electric jolt. Then I went to the shower and washed off the sweat and wine and pussy juice that had drenched me last night. I wondered what my first full day as Mistress’s new pet would be like.

To Katie who read parts 1 & 2 and gently insisted she wanted more, this story is dedicated with love. Her word is my command.

* * * * *

The two sisters went out to the kitchen where a pizza and freshly poured glasses of red wine awaited them on the scrubbed pine table. Although Jennifer Armstrong was twenty-seven and Emily twenty-two, they were only permitted a single glass of wine each on special occasions. Their mother had retired early, saying she was not in the mood for smalltalk and, as she would be watching television in bed, they should be careful to make no noise to disturb her.

“Oh Mother, Mother – sometimes I really do hate her,” Emily said. She had auburn hair and pleasantly freckled skin and wore no makeup.. Jennifer had her hair pulled back in a severe bun and she also wore neither lipstick nor eye shadow, although Emily knew she could look quite glamorous when she got the chance.

“I told you she’d win,” Jennifer said, frowning slightly and blinking as she moved position on one of the kitchen stools.

“I had all the arguments,” Emily said. “I’d even spoken to Dr Mappamundi about it. It was she that urged me to give it a whirl. I mean, this is the twenty-first century, isn’t it?”

“Your Philosophy professor, right?” Jennifer said. “Still got a crush on her?”

Emily blushed.

“Oh no. Well, not really. I do like her, though. There’s this guy I’m seeing…was seeing, I suppose. I sort of… sort of though I might persuade Mommy to let me …”

“Sort of…. go out with him?” Jennifer said mockingly. “Don’t make me laugh.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Emily said indignantly.

“There’s nothing wrong with it. You’ll just have to do it behind her back, is all,” Jennifer said.

“It’s time I moved out,” Emily said. “But she won’t hear of it. You’re so lucky.”

“You think so? Jennifer said, getting painfully to her feet.

She lifted her dress at the back and, below her sensible cotton pants, Emily could see her buttocks and upper legs looked angry and raw.

” Jennifer!” she said. “Why?”

“Jeff heard that I was looking at another man. It’s true, but I was only looking… we were at a church barbecue last week. It seems his wife isn’t allowed do even that. “And then,” she dropped her voice, “the bastard… he rang Mommy.”

“Oh my God. That’s terrible. I thought… when you got married.”

“No. Almost every time I’ve been here. I’ve been here for a reason. I was.. summoned here to-day for one of Mommy’s “discussions”.”

“Was it bad?” Emily asked.

“Bad enough,” Jennifer said. “I tried to argue my case, but you know how she is. She turned those blasted big eyes of hers on me and started talking in that low, very pleasant voice, demolishing all my arguments. I didn’t know what had happened until I was already over her knees. I can never make out whether I’m over her knees because she’s won the argument, or if it’s the other way around. To-day she..she used the b..b..brush on me,”

Jennifer began to weep and Emily got off her stool and went to her, holding her in her arms.

“How has she such power over us?” Jennifer said. “Why can’t we just walk away from her..She even chose my husband for me.”

“She’s so strong-minded,”Emily said.

” Is she not, well…. weird?”

“Hush, we shouldn’t say that. She is our mother. Hey, I’d love another glass of wine,” Emily said.

“Don’t even think about it,” Jennifer replied, sniffling, beginning to laugh through her tears. “Tell me about you.”

“Well, I’ve been involved in student campaigns with Dr Mappamundi.”

“Oh, you have eh? My, my, little Emily.”

“Yeah, Dr Mappamundi’s pretty liberal. She’s lived with a string of men over the years, but she’s also a militant feminist. Mommy’s not a feminist, is she?”

“Don’t make me laugh,” Jennifer said. “Mom hates feminists. She says the only freedom they’ve won is the freedom to be exploited by men. Now women have to go out to work as well as raise kids.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

“Depends on your point of view,” Jennifer said. “Mom never went out to work and she’s worth twenty million.”

Their late father, during a hard-working lifetime in the engineering industry, had patented a couple of valve devices, which continued to deliver a substantial income.

This money would come to the girls in due course – If their mother believed them to have been dutiful daughters.

“At the moment,” Emily said, we’re organising a demonstration to gain admittance to a small men-only squash club.”

“What do you want to do that for?” Jennifer asked.

“We don’t,” Emily laughed. “Dr Mappamundi says women will have to be admitted to membership. The faculty will bend over backwards to be seen as politically correct.

They’ll have to spend plenty to put in women’s showers and rest rooms.”

“And..?”

“Then we’ll refuse to use the place anyway, because it’s too scruffy.”

“Brilliant,” Jennifer said scornfully. “Anyway, what’s this Dr Mappamundi like – apart from a bit nutty, by the sound of her?”””

“Oh, about thirty-five. Madly zonguldak escort attractive, dresses beautifully, blonde, Takes no shit from anybody.”

“So, if she’s so marvellous, how come your arguments went down like a lead balloon with Mommy?”

“Well, Mommy did most of the talking, of course. But I thought I had everything sort of worked out – Dr Mappamundi even rehearsed me in a sort of mock debate – she called it a Socratic Dialogue – and it worked all right with her, no matter what objections she threw at me. Dr Mappamundi said she was convinced.!”

“I’ll bet she was – listening to her own arguments.” Jennifer laughed.

“Oh,do shut up, Jenny ,” Emily said.

Jennifer laughed again and shook her head

“I knew I was getting nowhere with Mommy after only a few minutes,” Emily said ruefully “and then, when she said we’d finish the discussion with me across her knees, I knew I was finished. In about three minutes she had me undressed and I was jack-knifed across her knees, staring at the bloody carpet.”

“I can imagine the rest,” Jennifer said, standing up painfully “Hell, I don’t even have to imagine it.”

She carried their glasses and empty plates to the dishwasher.

“I have to be off early in the morning to get to work from here,” she said .”What are you going to tell Dr Mappamundi?”

“I don’t really want to tell her anything, the way things have turned out,” Emily said.I suppose I’ll just tell her that Mommy won the argument.”

“Well, that’s the way we usually describe it,” Jennifer said.

They knew their mother would be turning her light off at ten o’clock. Mrs Adams was a still handsome woman in her early fifties with short grey hair and a beautiful olive skin, which set off her deep brown eyes. She wore a pale blue nightdress with bootlace straps over her attractive shoulders and although Emily had never seen her mother naked, it was obvious through the thin nightdress that her breasts were softly full and beautiful. Mrs Armstrong had made it clear that she could have had affairs or been married a hundred times over if she had wished, but she decided to give all her attention to the upbringing of her two daughters.

Jennifer bent to kiss her mother, nuzzling into her soft neck.

“Good night. I’m sorry, Mummy.”

“Good night, Jennifer, dear.”

“Good night, Mummy, I want to apologise for my behaviour,” Emily said, bending to kiss her, her arms resting gently on her mother’s beautiful shoulders.

She would have loved to melt into her mother’s arms, but the only contact she ever had now with her mother’s body was when she was being punished. Her mother touched her lightly on the back and this was as near to an embrace as Emily could expect.

“Good night, Emily dear.”

Before turning into the driveway to her own house a couple of days later, Emily noticed where, two houses along, a removal van stood against the kerb and a table and washstand and a couple of kids’ bikes had been left on the lawn. This house was always rented and people came and went every few years. It was here her friend Bonny had once lived. A well-brought up child of impeccable parents who had moved in while their own house was being built, Bonny was allowed call to play with Emily when she was around twelve and Emily occasionally allowed to visit at Bonny’s house. Bonny was more boisterous than Emily and was just starting to go a little bit wild. Emily, who was feeling the first stirrings of rebellion, encouraged her. Later, Emily in her innocence let slip to her mother something that Bonny had told her with much giggling about snooping on the sex-life of her parents, a concept that had never even occurred to either Emily or, indeed, Jennifer. Mrs Armstrong acted decisively. Emily was punished, but not too severely. A phone call was made to Bonny’s mother who called for a long discussion, after which Bonny was handed over to Mrs Armstrong for punishment.. It was even suspected, between Emily and Jennifer, that Bonny’s pretty young mother received a practical demonstration of a spanking from Mrs Armstrong, who certainly felt that the girl’s mother was at least to some degree at fault for Bonny’s behaviour. When Bonny was eventually allowed to come again to play with Emily her demeanour was much less natural and her conversation as bland and guarded as that of a Stepford wife. One July day, when Mrs Armstrong was admiring Bonny’s patent leather shoes and beautifully starched cotton dress, Emily was unwise enough to say: “I’ll bet your Mom even puts starch in your underpants.!” Bonny was immediately requested to return home and Emily was instructed to follow her mother to her bedroom. After that day she and Bonny saw little of each other and a few months later Bonny’s family moved away.

The entrance hall of the Armstrong house was large and cold and full of dark, highly-polished furniture, brass urns and oil paintings that faded into the gloomy corners.

Against the wall stood four carved ivory elephants, the colour of stained teeth. Emily always thought of it as the sort of place where the remains zonguldak escort bayan of an archbishop might suitably lie in state. The maid, who was arranging chilly-looking waxy lilies on one of the hall tables told Emily, with a slight smile on her face, that she was wanted immediately in her mother’s bedroom. Emily’s mouth was dry as she climbed the stairs and knocked politely on the door.

After she received permission to come into the room, her mother said “Please face the wall Emily until I am ready.”

Emily’s throat constricted and her tongue flicked her dry lips. She was frightened.

What could have happened? Beside her Emily could see a plain, beautifully cut green dress lying on the bed. On top of the dress was a pale cream-coloured bra and a tiny pair of cream-colored panties, Black knee-length leather boots lay on the floor. She knew that dress, those elegant boots. Then she heard Dr. Mappamundi’s voice. It sounded broken and hoarse as though she had been crying.

“Emily,” a deep sob. Then Dr Mappamundi’s voice, still slightly veiled, but clear enough. “Emily, you…you must know the position I’m in.”

“Mother, what have you done?” Emily almost screamed, horrified, attempting to will herself to turn around, to confront her mother.

“Keep facing the wall, Emily,” her mother ordered in an dry voice.

“Dr Mappamundi,” Emily said. “Oh, Dr Mappamundi, I’m so sorry.I’m so ashamed.”

Part 2

Emily felt tears scald her eyes as she faced the wall. The wallpaper had never looked more hideous. Of course her mother would never allow her to look on a naked body, whether that of a man or woman. Mother quite logically explained the fact that Emily was almost always naked when she chastised her: the removal of every vestige of modesty increased the humiliation, and, after all, humiliation was the most essential part of the punishment, even more than the pain.

“You have been disobedient, Emily,” her mother’s husky, commanding voice came to her. “And Dr Mappamundi must suffer the consequences.

“No, Mommy, don’t say that, please, I beg you!!”

“But perhaps in the long run it’s for the best.”

There was a slight gasp and moan from Dr Mappamundi.

“Emily, where is Dr Mappamundi?” Mrs Adams asked “What position does she find herself in?”

“She …. Is she across your knees, Mummy?”

“Would you find that surprising, Emily?”

“Oh, Mommy, please let her go. Please don’t hurt her,” Emily was frantic with embarrassment.

“I think Dr Mappamundi can speak for herself,” her mother said.

“Emily, perhaps you’ll…you’ll feel I’ve let you down,” Dr Mappamundi said. “I came here to speak on your behalf. I confess I …I was somewhat disturbed over what you told me -about how your appeal to your mother had failed.”

In fact, Dr Mappamundi had been extremely scornful when Emily told her of her mother’s powers of argument. They were in Dr Mappamundi’s study at the university, Dr Mappamundi smoking a cigarette, her legs in these same elegant boots propped between two piles of books on the worn leather surface of her desk. Emily had tried to explain how her mother could argue a case most cogently, so that Dr Mappamundi had said with a mocking smile on her beautiful lips: “She sounds like a controversialist and logic-chopper of the highest order.”

This was unusually sarcastic, even for Dr Mappamundi. When asked what College her mother had attended, Emily had to admit that her mother had never been to university, but that she was very well read and informed.

“I have little time for auto-didacts,” Dr Knapp had said dismissively, crossing her elegant legs and lighting another cigarette. “Your mother’s opinions are outrageous and I have by no means decided that I shall not take this matter further.”

There was a dressing table to Emily’s left on which lay her mother’s modest cosmetics. It had a three-winged mirror. Emily dared take a glance at one of the mirrors, which was angled so that she could see her mother’s erect back. In the bright afternoon sunlight through the net curtains she could see Dr Mappamundi’s superb buttocks prominently exposed over her mother’s thighs. Exquisitely curved pale cream buttocks, unmarked as yet, but the blonde woman’s upper thighs were suffused with a painfully rosy flush. With another slight move of her head Emily could see how Dr Mappamundi’s right arm was twisted behind her back and gripped at the wrist by her tormentor.

“I’m so, so sorry, Dr Mappamundi,” Emily mumbled.

“And I so much wanted to meet your mother,” Dr Mappamundi went on. “So when she telephoned me..”

“Telephoned you?” Emily was terrified. So Mommy knew! Oh, Christ, she’d know about the demonstrations as well. And all Emily’s little acts of solidarity with the student body It was too horrible.

“I knew she must have a most interesting mind.” Dr Mappamundi went on. As indeed she has. We…We had a most civilised discussion “

There was a silence, while Emily grew more and more agitated.

“You are probably aware what stage we have reached.”

“Mommy escort zonguldak won the argument,” Emily said, then added despairingly, ” I know that you’re just winding up the discussion the way Mommy likes to do, but why are you… why are you in.. in that ..position?”

“In the discussion with your mother I certainly had not expected to lose the argument,” Dr Mappamundi said in her usual closely reasoned tones”

“You were the youngest Philosophy graduate in Lady Margaret Hall,” gushed Emily.

“Hold your tongue, Emily,” her mother interrupted.

There was a crack like a pistol shot and a cry of despair from Dr Mappamundi. Mo Mommy was obviously in possession of her ebony hair brush and had just made violent contact with the philosophical buttocks.

There were several minutes of gulping sobs, interspersed with pleadings for mercy from Dr Mappamundi, before she was able to continue in faltering tones.

“I was, of course, totally wrong in my assumption.”

“Yes, but…”Emily said, bewildered.

“Silence, Emily” her mother said with such a lemony twist of asperity in her voice that Emily’s fears for Mommy’s helpless prisoner were greatly increased. She was only too well aware how powerless you were over Mommy’s knees, your outer arm twisted behind your back and held firmly, with a half-turn to the wrist, a slight but utterly weakening twist which left you completely at her mercy. But then, you were already at her mercy, after she had droned on at you in her deep voice, staring into your eyes so that all resistance was drained out of you and you trembled to do her will.

“In view of my erroneous assumption,” Dr Mappamundi went on, “I had little difficulty in agreeing to a certain proposition of you mother’s.”

“Oh dear!” Emily said.

” She told me that you had eventually accepted her arguments when you made your case to her about your future plans.”

“Well, yes, that’s true. Mommy always wins her arguments with me.”

“She told me that she had chastised you and brought you to book.”

“Yes,” Emily said miserably, knowing what was coming.

“She asked me was I prepared to accept the same terms.”

“Oh God, no” wailed Emily.

“I made the mistake of assuming….. and it is one of my tenets that one should never merely assume… that she had chastised you verbally”

“Oh, Dr Mappamundi Emily said. “I’m so terribly sorry..”

“Your mother’s arguments were in fact irrefutable. She was logical, persuasive and cogent in her reasoning in a way that I, trained in argument, could only listen to in admiration. It was wonderfully well brought home to me how often the ordinary conservative Christian point of view is not well represented in argument nowadays, or goes by default.”

Emily felt so sorry for Dr Mappamundi, the way she was trying to butter Mommy up like this. Emily could have told her it was totally useless, that the punishment would continue no matter what she said, no matter how much she abased herself.

“One forgets” Dr Mappamundi went on, ” how cogent, how powerful this point of view, in fact, is. “

Three further staccato cracks, which Emily well knew by their sound were made directly by her mother on her victim’s buttocks brought a cry of outrage which gradually reduced to fresh pleadings for mercy and agitated but helpless sobbing.

“Get on with it, Dr Mappamundi,” the older woman ordered peremptorily.

“I didn’t know you were coming to see Mommy,” Emily wailed.

“Oh Emily, Emily,”Dr Mappamundi sobbed. “Why didn’t you warn me what your mother meant by “chastised” and “brought to book.” I have been “brought to book,” Emily. I should have been outraged when she ordered me to take off my dress, yet here I am naked and helpless across you mother’s knees. I have received the greatest thrashing of my life and you mother refuses to tell me how much more of the same I may expect.”

“Please, Mommy,” Emily begged again, “let her go now, she’s had enough..”

“I shall be the judge of that, Emily” her mother said tartly. “Now you may go to your room and prepare”

“My room?”

“You know what I mean, Emily. You have disobeyed me again. You did not convey my sentiments to Dr Mappamundi as I requested. Kindly repair to your room and remove your dress and underclothes and stand in the corner until I come for you.”

In her own bedroom Emily laid her dress carefully on her bed and a few seconds later her plain white bra and pants were folded neatly on top. She stood in the corner with her head bowed and her wrists crossed submissively behind her. It was cool, almost cold in the bedroom and only the carpet felt comforting under her bare feet. She could feel goose-pimples rising on her skin. She trembled. She could hear the dull buzz of voices, mostly her mother’s voice from the room next door, the crack of the hairbrush on Dr Mappamundi’s buttocks and her despairing cries.

Ten minutes later her mother entered the room and Emily could feel the faint cool movement of air as she passed behind her, taking hold of Emily’s wrist as she did so, leading her to the bed where she seated herself comfortably on the edge. Emily turned and lay obediently across her mother’s thighs, feeling the rough kiss of the tweed skirt against her skin, the pressure against her bare flesh of the buttons on her mother’s garter-straps. Emily’s right arm was twisted behind her, gripped firmly at the wrist.

Neal Chopra boarded the plane, shoving his cabin luggage in the overhead compartment. Next to him was Jai Singh, who’d quickly become one of his best mates. They’d started out as freshmen in Columbia, bonding over their shared love of FC Barcelona, the outdoors, and their Indian heritage- Jai was from Mumbai, the first of his wealthy business family to study abroad. Neal was half Indian- his father had migrated to the US as a graduate student, and eventually settled down with his Irish mother, who at the time had also been a student of Columbia.

As Neal’s friendship with Jai deepened, Jai had invited Neal over to spend winter holidays in India, with him. Neal was only too happy to go along with Jai’s promise of fun, great food, trekking in the mountains, parties, and girls, taking care to hide his ulterior motive of going- reconnecting with the land of his ancestors. He had never been to India- his grandparents’ disapproval of his father’s marriage had embittered his father- and was eager to get a chance to explore the ancient country. And so it was that he found himself on a plane to Mumbai, where Tara picked them up from the airport to their house.

Tara was 44, and gorgeous- one of those classy ladies that had aged gracefully. Gorgeous, curvy frame, and light brown skinned. She had long dark hair, beautiful brown eyes, a very pretty face, and round, large breasts. She welcomed Neal to India with a warm smile, who was taken aback by her beauty.

As they pulled out of the airport, with Neal next to the driver and Jai and Tara chatting on the backseat, Neal’s eyes kept flitting back to her attractive frame. Jai had told Neal quite a bit about his family- his father had passed away when he was young, leaving Tara to take up the reigns of the family’s packaged food business. Under her, the business had gone from strength to strength. Smart, classy and gorgeous, she was the perfect package. However, Neal didn’t get many chances to interact with Tara as the week unfolded. Jai took him hiking, trekking and partying, while she was busy with work.

***

One thing that Neal was undecided on was Jai’s cousin’s party. It was going to be this big bash that had plenty of family and family friends, and Neal didn’t know anyone here except Jai and Tara, and though Neal wasn’t shy he wasn’t looking forward to moping around while Jai socialized. He also wasn’t looking forward to the long ride to the venue through Mumbai’s notorious traffic.

But what he looked forward to the least was having to spend an evening around Tara without ogling her, which was getting harder by the day. Tonight, she was wearing a soft saree that showed off her stomach and accentuated her curves and her light bronze skin, causing a stirring in Neal’s pants.

The party turned out exactly as Neal had thought. While Jai mingled around, Neal grabbed a drink, loaded up his plate and looked around to get a table. “Lonely?” Neal heard a deep, soft voice from behind him. It was Tara, with a glint in her eye, looking like a goddess in gold. Neal felt his dick stiffen again- the things he wanted to do to this lady! Instead he nodded stupidly, fairly certain she knew what he was thinking, and followed her to a table in a quieter part of the room. “Lonely?” she asked again, sitting down.

“No not really,” he replied.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to lie, these things usually are boring, you know. What, has Jai abandoned you?” she asked.

“No he did his best to show me around, but seeing as he’s busy” Neal gestured to Jai, who was chatting up a pretty girl “and I don’t know anyone else, yeah I’m bored.

“You know me though, don’t you? Any friend of Jai is a friend of mine,” said Tara smiling. “I’m not some boring old lady, you know.”

“Old lady? You’re probably the best looking one here,” Neal blurted out confidently. Horrified for a second, he thought he’d gone too far, but he hadn’t; Tara smiled at him, taking a sip of her drink.

“Can’t imagine you have too much trouble with the ladies, Neal. You sure push the right buttons,” she replied, giving him a sultry look; his erection was threatening to leap out of his pants now.

“Thanks Mrs. Sing-” he started, but she cut him off.

“Call me Tara, Neal. We’re friends remember? And thank you, Neal, compliments from a handsome young man are always welcome,” she said.

“Compliments come easy when you look like this,” replied Neal, flirting back. She was enjoying herself, clearly, thought Neal, and what’s a spot of harmless flirting?

“You’re making me blush Neal!” said Tara, leaning in, “The younger girls will like your confidence, Neal, go for it if you find someone pretty.”

“Oh they’re pretty alright” replied Neal, his confidence soaring, “but older ladies are altogether more mature. Refined femininity, you know? I mean look at you. You look fantastic, you’re running a successful business, you’re a great cook, and have tons of admirers. No one here’s as good a catch.”

“Quite the charmer, aren’t you?” she giggled.

Just then, their tokat escort conversation was interrupted by Jai, who staggered onto a chair next to Tara, evidently drunk- heavily drunk. He wasn’t a lightweight, but Neal knew that Jai was more than fond of his liquor, having gotten sloshed together over the course of many a memorable evening. Tara, who hadn’t seen this side of her son, looked merely annoyed.

In any case, Jai’s punch-drunkenness put an end to the evening for the trio. Neal helped Jai into the car, and as they drove back to the house, reflected on his conversation with Tara earlier- the fact that she had flirted back piqued his interest, but also her allusion to loneliness also stuck out in his mind. Clearly, there was a lot more going on with this beautiful, charming lady than she let on at first.

When we eventually got back to the house, Neal helped Jai, who was completely inebriated by now, into his bed. Neal got changed, settling into his bed and thinking of the evening’s conversation with Tara, and knew he had to let off some steam. Her curvaceous body, and luscious lips were starting to have their effect on his thick cock, as it swelled to it’s usual 7 inches. He threw off his blanket, stripped naked and started stroking his dick. He thought of her lips on his dick, his hands on those large, brown tits, kneading them while thrusting his dick inside her and driving us to an orgasm….

I heard a rustle and got up with a start. Unknown to me, Tara had entered my room with a couple cups of coffee, and going by her amused expression, had clearly been there for quite some time, hair open, wearing a soft satin purple nightgown that showed off her amazing cleavage, “Having fun?” she asked, giggling softly.

“S-sorry I wa-” stammered Neal before he was cut off.

“Need help?” asked Tara, setting down the coffee, “I’d come up with some coffee, but this looks better” she said with a sultry smile.

“N-wait what?” asked Neal disoriented. Sure, he knew she wasn’t conservative and crabby, but did she just offer to get him off? His mind spinning, he chose his next words carefully, “What if Jai sees us?”

“Jai won’t be waking up for a long time, Neal, and quite frankly a beautiful young man with a hard body is not quite a common sight!” she said, sitting down beside him. “That’s quite something, Neal” she said, looking at his engorged dick. “Maybe, it’s not such a bad thing after all that you didn’t find someone else to be with tonight” said Tara gripping his dick gently and stroking it.

“I told you,” said Neal, “you were the most beautiful woman at the party tonight.”

“Were you thinking of me, Neal?” asked Tara, stroking him, “were you thinking of pleasuring me? Did you picture us making love together?”

“Yes,” said Neal, “all that and much more.”

She leaned in, and her lips touched Neal’s. He traced them with the tip of his tongue and then entered her mouth, seeking her tongue. They stayed in that position, their tongues gracefully dancing in the soft moonlight wafting in from the windows, her left hand on his muscular chest, her right hand stroking his hard dick. Neither had any idea how long they made out, but both grew more and more aroused as it carried on. After what seemed like hours, she leaned back, breaking the kiss. She took off the flimsy shoulder straps of her nightgown, and slowly pulled the top half of it down to reveal the most beautiful, full breasts Neal had seen, topped by beautiful, brown, hard nipples. The fact that she was not completely naked somehow added to the allure, her lower half covered by the nightgown, while her breasts now swung free in full glory.

She took his right hand and placed it on her breast, whispering, “Suck on them, Neal.” He didn’t need to be told twice. Pulling her in, he took her left nipple in his mouth, sucking as he caressed her breasts with his hands. Eventually he wrapped his left hand around her, and then slowly trailed down to her ass, but she gently put her hand on his and stopped him. “That would be… a bit too far” she said, gently caressing his face.

“I’m sorry” said Neal, quietly.

“You are sweet” she laughed, leaning in and kissing him again, as he continued squeezing her breasts again. Breaking the kiss, she breathlessly whispered “Sit up Neal.” She continued kissing him, slowly moving downward, nuzzling his neck, biting, caressing and licking her way down to his muscular chest and torso, and then further down, until she got to his swollen dick.

Then, spellbound, Neal watched she joined him on the bed, lying on her stomach, and her warm mouth engulfed his dick. He continued kneading her breasts and playing with her nipples as she sucked him off, occasionally popping his dick out of her mouth to lick the veins on the underside, before getting right back at it, her tongue, lips, and fingers working in perfect unison as she blew him. For a moment, they made eye contact; there was a fierce and determined look in her eyes. Neal knew from Jai that tokat escort bayan she had never openly pursued a romantic relationship after his dad had passed away, and the men who she might’ve had sexual relationships with on the sly couldn’t have satisfied her like the naked, hunky, athletic sophomore from Columbia was at this moment.

But she had been with other men over the years; Neal was sure of it. She eagerly and skillfully blew him, taking care to let the sexual enjoyment ebb and flow over him so that he didn’t cum too quickly, something she couldn’t have learnt to do without practice.

Neal had lost all track of time and being. None of the girls he’d been with in high school or university had half the skill Tara did. Her beautiful hair was hanging down, scattered over him. Slightly leaning over, he gathered it in one hand, squeezing her breast with his other. A look of surprise flashed across her face; she then took his cock out of her mouth and gave him a playful wink as she continued to stroke it. There had been a subtle albeit noticeable shift in the room; Neal had exercised his dominance for the first time that evening.

A split second later, though, Neal was quite sure that Tara had liked it; her head bobbed up and down furiously, as she devoured his cock, sucking it deeper and deeper into her mouth, until he felt it hit the back of her throat. She was determined to make him cum, and he was getting there. Neal felt his cock swell and his balls tighten. “Tara, I’m cumming!!” he announced as softly as he could.

She let go of his cock, continuing to stroke it wildly as she said “Cum for me, shona, cum as hard as you can for for your fantasy girl!”

And cum he did. Glorious spurts of it, all over his stomach, almost reaching up to his upper abdomen, chanting one word- “Tara!” over and over and over again, all fears about his friend walking in on them having evaporated a long time ago. He lay there, in his soft bed, panting, in disbelief of what had just happened- his friend’s gorgeous mother had just given him the best oral sex of his life.

When he opened his eyes, Tara got up and leaned in “Kiss me, Neal” she said, “taste your juice on my lips.” They had another make out session, by the end of which, his erection had popped up again.

“I forgot that younger men recover fast” she chuckled. “You’ll have to take care of this yourself if you want, handsome,” she carried on, “we mustn’t let this escalate any more, okay?” she said. Neal nodded, smiling admiringly at Tara; she did up the straps on her nightgown, kissed him goodnight and left. As he cleaned up and drifted off to sleep, Neal wondered what else was in store for him this winter.

***

When Neal woke up the next morning, Tara was already up, and had prepared breakfast, by the smell of it. He walked into the dining room and grabbed a chair. Tara, looking up smiled “Good morning” she said.

“Good morning” replied Neal. He was taken aback; he had expected the the conversation to be awkward, and Tara to avoid him. But she was as friendly as ever.

“Toast?” she asked, passing it over.

“Yeah, sure” said Neal. After a eating a couple of bites in silence, he said “Tara, about yesterday, it was..” he trailed off quite unsure of what to say.

“Fun” said Tara, “harmless fun between two adults. But we can’t go any further, Neal. I mean, you’re Jai’s friend, and I shouldn’t be fooling around with his friends, right?” asked Tara, sounding as if she was trying to convince herself as much as Neal.

“Well, when you say we can’t go any further” said Neal carefully, “Do you mean I’ll get at least as much as I did last night, or nothing from now on?”

“Mr. Neal Chopra,” said Tara giggling, “you’ve got some nerve, teasing an old lady.”

Just then, Jai walked in. groggy and evidently hungover. “Some party, eh?” he asked, smiling around.

“You-are-absolutely-shameless” said Tara, whacking him with a rolled up newspaper over and over, “What were you thinking, getting drunk in front of the whole damn world!”

“What? I didn’t cause a scene, did I?” said Jai, as Neal laughed.

***

The next couple of days provided no indication that Neal would get an encore of last night’s performance. In any case, there was never a time when he was alone with Tara; the boys spent their time socializing and exploring Mumbai, and she was, as always, busy at work, although she did give him a sexy wink occasionally, when Jai wasn’t looking.

One evening, Neal walked in on Jai and Tara having an argument. Tara had just returned from work, and the boys had been at home, having a movie marathon, too lazy on a fine winter morning to venture to the outside world. “What’s up?” asked Neal.

Throwing Jai a dirty look, Tara said, “Your friend has, as usual, forgotten the one help I needed from him.” Looking at the quizzical expression on Neal, face, she carried on “I needed someone to come with me to the opening of a friend’s new restaurant. But Jai has other escort tokat plans.”

“I was planning on going camping!” said Jai angrily, “You know I’d planned this a long time. Two days and 1 night,” he said, turning to Neal, “it’ll be epic!!”

“And I had this lined up for a long time too, Jai!” said Tara, angrily. “And this is a plus one event! How will I find someone to go with on such short notice? Can’t you push back the camping trip by one day?”

“Well it’s a packaged deal, so…” Jai trailed off, as if hoping to avoid the conversation.

As he lay in his bed that night, Neal wasn’t any more enthused about going camping with Jai than Tara was. The only reason that Jai had arranged the trip was because Neha- the pretty girl he had been chatting up at the party- had also agreed to come along. A freshman at UCLA, she seemed just as into Jai as he was into her, and Neal wasn’t looking forward to being the third wheel while Jai tried to get into her pants.

Closing his eyes, he thought of Tara. He’d never had sex with a MILF, and could now see what he had missed out on. She hadn’t been like the sort of inexperienced college girls he’d been with, with a buxom, curvy body, and a comfortable sexuality that could make any man weak in the knees.

Feeling thirsty, he got up and went down to the kitchen. The light in the terrace was on; curious, he poured himself a glass of water and stepped out into the terrace, where he found Tara, deeply engrossed in something on her iPad. She smiled at him as he came outside. “Busy? I didn’t mean to interrupt” said Neal, desperately trying not to sneak a look at her. She was wearing a lacy white nightgown, showing off the cleavage of her large, succulent breasts. The thin nightgown rested lightly against her body, showing off her curves- the light bump of her stomach, her graceful hips, and her lithe legs. She certainly took good care of herself, he thought. Neal felt his dick harden, as he thought of her blowing him the other night, wondering if the situation was going to repeat…

“NO, Neal” said Tara giggling, evidently having read his mind, “that was a one-off, and I was rather tipsy. And you shouldn’t ogle a lady like that.”

“You shouldn’t look like that” said Neal, winking.

“Like what Neal?” asked Tara huskily.

“Sensual” said Neal, “You look sexy, there’s no hiding it.”

“You’re cute, but we mustn’t get carried away,” said Tara, a mock strictness in her voice.

“Of course” said Neal, the bubble of hope inside him deflating. “Anyway, did you find someone to take along with you the opening?”

“No” sighed Tara, “it’s in 2 days, and how am I supposed to fix my idiot son’s goof-up in the meanwhile?”

“Tara, couldn’t you just skip it?” said Neal, “just tell your friend it’s not convenient?”

“The trouble is, she’s not just a friend, Neal,” said Tara “she’s also someone I’m looking to get into business with in the future. Won’t look good if I can’t turn up for this right? Anyway, looking forward to camping?”

“No not really” he said.

“Why not?” she asked.

“Well,” he said, taking a pause as if he was about to reveal information he’d rather not “well, the truth is, I’ll mostly be a third wheel,” telling her about Neha.

Tara listened with an amused expression on her face, saying “Well, I know he’s good looking, was only a matter of time since he put it to use, eh? He always was beautiful, ever since I had him,” she said, smiling to herself.

“Tara,” said Neal quietly, “have you even tried asking someone to go with you?”

“No, Neal,” she sighed. “I haven’t. In fact, I haven’t allowed men to get close to me in a long time. Most men I’ve met only want me for my money or my body, and their wives don’t want me around them.”

“Is that why you were avoiding everybody during the party?” he asked.

“Yes” she said. “Many in our own family disapproved of me taking over the business when my husband passed away. Since he’d made it clear he wanted me to take over, though, there wasn’t much anyone could do. Nothing makes me happier than Jai, but it does get lonely, you know.”

“You’re not lonely, Tara,” said Neal. “You’ve got a friend you can confide in.” She looked puzzled for a split second, then just smiled at him.

“Wait,” she said slowly, “why don’t you come to the restaurant opening? You can skip the camping trip. It’s not like you want to go anyway.”

“2 minutes ago, a very pretty lady was telling me something about boundaries,” he replied.

“Neal! We’re not a couple of teenagers. I’ve let you under my roof under the assumption that you can keep your hands off my body,” she said with mock seriousness.

“But Jai-” he started, but was cut off.

“I’ll convince him, don’t you worry about that. Will you come?” she asked.

His mouth dry, Neal wordlessly nodded yes.

“Good boy. Goodnight, then” she said, walking off, her hips swaying, Neal’s eyes on her beautiful derrière.

The prospect of spending 2 days alone with Tara Singh while keeping his hands off her was torture. But surely if she was trying to get him alone, why had she just told him to keep his hands off her? Mixed signals, Neal thought to himself, typical of women, as he stroked himself off to sleep that night, his mind full of images of Tara riding him as he exploded inside her.

“I swear they were fucking and really getting into it! Big swarthy Anthony was all in that tight little twink ass. I bet Anthony tore his ass up before flooding it full of spunk.”

“You’re just trying to make me cum.”

“Is it working, Ricky?”

The dark-headed hunk pushed his blond buddy’s hairy legs to his chest and bent over him, his face inches away and sweat falling onto the golden mustache and scruff below him.

“I fucked him and Ant used my leaking cum as lube. I pretended to be asleep but I heard big Ant pounding that tight little ass so fuckin’ hard. Kent was purring like a kitten when that big college cock spewed cum into his tight twink pussy.”

“Fuck you, Jimmy,” Rick growled hoarsely as he lost it, his jizz exploding into Jim’s hot hole. His body went stiff as volley after volley left his balls. “Ah fuck!”

Rick pulled his dripping cock out and released his buddy. He rolled onto the other side of the king-sized bed.

“These young fuckers ride each other like rabbits nowadays,” Rick said, wiping sweat from his face with his hand.

“We were pretty busy ourselves, if you recall,” Jim replied, stroking his cock, while his other hand roamed over his furry muscular chest from nip to nip. “You remember the first time you fucked me? In the locker room…after everyone else had left…we had had konya escort to do laps for fighting…”

“You were a cocky little fucker back then.”

“Yeah, you’d said something nasty to me about my cleats or something. And I said something about wanting to put them in your smirking fucking face…you pounded your chest and said something like, ‘Come on, muthafucker’…and we wrestled around in the sand until Coach stopped us,” Jim replied. “Sweat and mud and you grabbing at my jockstrap.”

“I just wanted you so bad. I thought in picking a fight that maybe I’d, at the very least, get to feel you up. Sweet stupid ideas. I remember you with your long shaggy blond hair and your tanned muscled ass in that fuckin’ Nike jockstrap…everyone else was wearing Bike or Duke, but you had that spicy tight Nike that matched your high-tops…damn. You were fuckin’ hot, baby! I wanted you so damn bad. I would jack my cock until it was sore thinking about you in nothing but that Nike jockstrap and shoes, lying on my bed…and that day, yeah, I was horny as fuck…”

“And you wearing nothing but that turned-back cap…fuck, you were a muscled beast. You pushed me against the wall of the shower trying to act so bad-ass tough, saying you didn’t know if you wanted to punch me or fuck me…” Jim laughed.

“Did konya escort bayan I really say it like that?” Rick said, pretending to frown.

“Bitch, that was what? Twenty years ago? I can’t remember every damn detail…but I do remember the electricity when your big ol’ flared cockhead popped into my tight virgin hole…damn! I couldn’t sit down for days!”

“I remember kissing the back of your neck as you pushed your ass back at my slick leaking cock. I think it just slipped in from all our pushing and grinding. I remember feeling it slide past your ring and being so warm up in there,” Rick mused.

“I think you might have had two short strokes before pulling out and shooting across my back…”

“I don’t think it was that many…maybe one. It all went pretty hazy once I felt you around my cock.”

“And from then on, I just wanted more and more of that big cock,” Jim laughed.

Rick rolled over on his side, reaching for Jim’s cock. Jim let go of it, and Rick’s muscular hand encircled it.

“Oh, I remember, Mr. Catcher!” Rick replied, moving closer to his friend and taking his cock into his mouth.

“There was no better pitcher on the team. You were…and still are the fuckin’ best!” Jim groaned to Rick as his back arched upward and he shot a scalding load into escort konya Rick’s waiting mouth.

Rick pulled off Jim’s cock and Jim shifted positions, pushing his lips against Rick and sharing the load. The couple rolled around the bed, enjoying the tastes and feel of the other.

“When’s Julie getting back?” Jim asked, pulling away from Rick.

“She and Becky are in Maine on some outdoor thing at some lesbian farming camp thing…I dunno…she does her thing and I do mine,” Rick answered before tickling his blond stud’s fuzzy belly.

“Remind me before I leave, I’ve got her birthday present in the car. I found that book she was trying to find. And, pray tell, what’d you get your precious wife?”

“I got her and Becky that trip so they could daddle each other to their heart’s content. Oh, you know I did it just so I could breed you all weekend, fucker.”

“Well, we’ve had sex three times so far today, and I’m still not pregnant,” Jim joked.

Rick grabbed Jim and rolled him onto his stomach. Rick slid onto top of muscular golden body, positioning his cock in the cleft of Jim’s round ass. The brunette grabbed his lover’s tattooed arms and wrapped his legs around the hairy legs beneath him.

“Well, We’ve got a good stretch of time left, let me see what I can do, baby,” Rick growled deeply into Rick’s ear, pulling his hips back in order to position his cockhead directly at the entrance of the hole under him. “You ready for me to breed your ass again, fucker?”

“Yeah, pitcher, give me a two-seam fastball, a real deep sinker,” Jim groaned as Rick sank downward, deep into his lover’s gaping red ass.

Make no mistake: creating a real cockpig takes work. It’s like doing battle. You have to deprogram the faggot from the nonsense its been taught all its life, about how self-esteem is important, how it should respect itself, all that crap. See, with a cockpig, all that is turned upside down inside its little faggot brain. Nothing makes it more unhappy than trying to live like a normal person. The need to be degraded and used, the need to grovel in front of a real man and debase itself – those needs are constant. They never go away. The older the faggot gets, the stronger those desires become. A cockpig’s brain functions the opposite of the way a real man’s does. A normal man wants respect; protects his dignity and reputation; works to avoid pain and humiliation.

Not a cockpig. It craves abuse and humiliation. Deep down, the faggot knows how it deserves to be treated, and repeatedly seeks out alpha males that recognize it for what it is and who will use it accordingly. Just like a real pig, which delights in eating garbage and rolling around in mud and shit, nothing makes a cockpig happier than being abused, degraded, and forced to suffer for the pleasure of a real man. At first, of course, this really fucks with the cockpig’s head — the faggot hates the treatment, but craves it constantly. That’s cognitive dissonance, which is what causes most faggots to run away from their dark desires. It is that conflict which keeps them from fully submitting, from giving in to what they know is right for them despite everything society tells them, from living their truth. For the few who do, though, the true cockpig faggots – they achieve a satisfaction in their submission that most cock worshipers never find. Once they let go of any attempt at self-esteem or respect, once they completely surrender all dignity in exchange for true obedience, they finally achieve the contentment they’ve always sought, even if it’s to be found in a cage, or encased in a gimp suit, being subjected daily to what others would call torture or abuse.

With the little ginger fag, the battle was about half over. Transforming a faggot into subhuman property doesn’t happen overnight. That’s the mistake most of the so-called “masters” make. They try to make the transformation happen suddenly, in one fell swoop. That almost never works. It takes time. You have to make the transition happen slowly, step after inexorable step, allowing the faggot to overcome his fear at each stage before moving on to the next. Otherwise, he’ll spook and flee, just like any other dumb animal you try to tame and break.

The ones I look for are like my ginger cunt — born inferior, and they know it. They’ve always known it, and now are finally ready to admit it. Like AA teaches, admitting the problem is the first step to becoming happy.

Now that my pussyboy had taken some time to himself to consider his future and had decided he wanted to live as my slave, it was time to put that commitment to the test. Time to take the transformation to the next stage. Not in one big move, but in a series of small ones. Just like boiling a frog: start off in cold water and heat it gently. By the time the frog realizes what’s happening, it’s too late.

The first step was exerting control from a distance, taking away the faggot’s freedoms one at a time. I wanted to gradually but relentlessly chip away all those things that made him feel like a normal person. The chastity cage had already removed his ability to touch his little drain or pleasure himself, not to mention his ability to piss standing up. Every time the bitch had to sit like a woman to use the bathroom, it reinforced the differences between him and real men.

The next step was taking away his identity in more concrete ways. I started by making him surrender his online accounts, beginning with his social media. He sent me the user names and passwords for his Facebook and IG, his Grindr and Recon accounts, and then finally his email. Of course, I immediately changed all the passwords so he had no access to them anymore. He didn’t need them, and they provided me with a wealth of information about him, including a list of his family and friends which would definitely come in handy. The dumb bitch didn’t realize it, but he’d just given me plenty of ways to expose his true nature to the world if I chose to do so.

Those accounts were hard for the faggot to give up. Taking away his online connections really reinforced in his mind that he had no control and no privacy. But to accomplish the full transformation, I needed to take it further. Much further.

I shipped him two small IP cameras, with instructions on how to install one in his bedroom and the other in his bathroom. Once they were in place, it gave me 24/7 access to watch him any time I wanted to. The cameras were wonderful training tools. They included full-color digital video and sound. He immediately recognized the loss of privacy. Even his bathroom was no longer private. I made it kırşehir escort bayan clear to him he was monitored and observed at all times: when he slept, showered, even when he took a dump.

You should have seen the look on his face when I started dictating his schedule. No more free time or leisure time. Slaves get neither. I made him send me his work schedule, along with any other commitments he had, then structured his days and nights, including long periods where he was confined to his room, where I could watch him if I chose. The cameras were always on, and he had no control over the feeds. He had no idea if I was watching or not at any given time. All that mattered was that I might be watching, which was enough to ensure he was in that room, naked and ready to obey any order I gave at any moment. Of course, I had far more important things to do that spend my time watching over a faggot, so I set the camera feeds to record, allowing me to access them at any time if I wanted to check up on the pussyboy and verify his obedience. Since they were IP cameras feeding directly to the web, I was able to watch from anywhere, or allow any of my buddies to watch the fag any time they wanted from the comfort of their own homes. I made sure the faggot knew I could give out the pass code to observe his camera feed if I chose, to anyone I chose, at any time. Hell, I could even live-stream it on the web if I wanted to, allowing anyone who so desired to see him taking a shit, or displaying his hole, or groveling on the floor and begging to be used in nasty ways. It took the lack of privacy to a whole new level, really fucking with his head, carving into his brain that he was totally out of control, completely subject to my whims and desires. Another message was clear as well: your entire life is nothing but entertainment for me and other alpha males.

After that, I started giving him regular orders. Some were daily routines: wake up and get down on all fours facing the camera, face on the floor, arms outstretched like you are praying. Stay that way for 20 minutes while contemplating what it means to serve a real man. Then, 20 minutes with your ass in the air pointed toward the camera, cheeks spread and your hole on display for me, just like you are begging for it to be used, filled, fucked. Nothing like a little quiet obedience upon waking up to set a faggot’s mind right for the rest of the day. Plus, the camera allowed me to make sure he woke up and went to bed at prescribed times, regardless of how tired he was or what he had planned. I changed the times daily, so the bitch didn’t get too used to a routine, explaining that a slave must always be available for its owner regardless of the hour, and should be just as thankful for any opportunity to serve as it is for any rest it’s allowed.

In addition to the faggot’s daily routine, I included plenty of random use via the camera: fucking his hole with a dildo I sent him; drinking his own piss while I watched; regular and random inspections of his chastity cage to make sure it was secure, along with inspections to make sure he was groomed and dressed as ordered. I selected what he would wear; sometimes on a day-to-day basis, sometimes for the entire week. He was required to ask permission to go anywhere or do anything which deviated from his required daily routine. Visit a friend? Beg. Go out to dinner with your roommate? Grovel and plead for permission. Sometimes I gave it, but more often, I didn’t. I wanted the faggot to get used to being denied pleasure, and I wanted to force him to face the humiliation having to of make excuses for why he couldn’t go. Each element, each order, was designed to reinforce certain concepts: you have no privacy and deserve none; you have no choices and deserve none; all control and decisions are mine, as they should always be.

Yeah, it was rough adjustment for the faggot at first. He was used to living like a real person, but he adapted quickly. Giving up all control just felt right to him, like it was the way his life was meant to be. Plus, the longer he was locked in chastity and went without release, the hornier he became, and therefore the more willing to obey me. At his young age, those locked balls were constantly throbbing with unspent cum. A horny faggot is a very obedient faggot.

Once his brain was used to the lack of privacy and lack of choices, I began to take more from him. First, it was access to his bank account. That way I could see every expenditure or withdrawal he made, and you better believe I required him to account for every cent. After all, it wasn’t his anymore, it was mine. He was allowed a minimal budget which I set, and only one check per month to his roommate for rent and utilities. When you are confined to your bedroom most of the time, you don’t really need much money. Plus, limiting his expenses meant there was extra money for my benefit. I signed the pussyboy up for classes to develop him escort kırşehir as a slave, using his money to pay for them. I soon had him taking classes in cooking, baking, and massage. Not only would they make him more valuable as a slave, but they used up a lot of his free time, which meant he was either working or serving me in some way. I wanted him to grasp that every minute of his day would revolve around me, every second of his time spent in some form of service or worship.

After I got him used to my control over every aspect of his life, including his money, I went a step further and made him change his direct deposit at work. His pay went straight into my bank account now, not his. I put money in his account for needed expenses, but he was basically working his ass off every day to make money for me. Not that I needed it, of course. The small amount the faggot earned barely even registered in my bank account. It wasn’t about the money. It was about demonstrating for the pussyboy what he was, and what he was good for. That really helped reinforce his status as a slave, convincing him he was nothing but owned property.

This was a new life for the faggot, and these kinds of changes take time to work their way into a fag’s brain and become a part of his new normal, to reshape his sense of identity and purpose into something more appropriate.

I took my time. I kept the pussyboy like this for three months. Three months of restrictions and strict control. Three months of being permitted fewer and fewer choices and decisions, as well as a complete lack of privacy. Three months of denial, frustration, and no chance to grovel at my feet where he wanted to be. He had to earn that, I told him. I was making him prove his devotion to me every single day in a variety of ways. More importantly, I was completely reshaping his mental concept of who and what he was.

When I was certain the pussyboy was ready, I set a date to go get him. Made him tell his roommate he was moving out. They were friends since high school, and I knew that would be a hard connection for him to sever. I also made him submit his notice at work. That was the big one. Jobs for untrained, uneducated fags aren’t easy to find, and this bitch had no real skills except sucking cock, so giving up his job was a big loss, no matter how shit the job was in the first place.

His last day of work was on a Friday. The next day, I went to pick him up. I’d given him strict packing instructions: two boxes of personal items only. Keepsakes, books, personal treasures and heirlooms all went into one box. Clothing, shoes, and other personal items went into the other. We’d pack up the furniture when I got there, I told him. When I arrived, he was waiting outside on the sidewalk in front of his apartment, next to his old car. The little faggot was dressed exactly the way I’d ordered: a pair of small blue gym shorts and nothing else. Shirtless, barefoot, no underwear — as close to naked as I could get him in public. The look of confusion on his face when I pulled up in my car was adorable. He was expecting I’d arrive in a U-Haul or some type of truck to move his stuff. Reality was about to come crashing down on my fuckhole, and it was going to be entertaining to watch, as well as a key element of his transformation into property.

He stood up and walked over to my car when I parked. As soon as I got out, I snapped my fingers and just pointed to the ground, to my boots. The fag immediately went into one of those full-body blushes I find so hot. He bit his bottom lip, then looked around the parking lot to see if anyone was watching. I snapped my fingers in front of his face again to focus his attention. This time, the bitch dropped to his knees and kissed my boots like a good little cunt. He was learning; slowly, but definitely learning.

I ordered him up finally, and had him lead me into the apartment and to his bedroom. Cody, his roommate, wasn’t home, which was disappointing. Once we got to the pussyboy’s bedroom, I made him show me the boxes he had packed, which I inspected carefully. Just as I ordered, he’d sorted everything correctly. All his clothes, shoes, and other personal items, right down to his toothbrush and the butt plug I’d sent him, were in one big box. I pulled out his toothbrush and threw it into the much smaller box with his keepsakes. I checked the two cameras I’d sent him. Both were still in place, just as I’d ordered. I definitely wanted video of what was going to happen next. This was going to be a key moment in the fag’s transformation, and I wanted it preserved for posterity, not to mention later viewing.

I snapped my fingers and pointed to the floor. He dropped to his knees immediately. I pulled a leather slave collar out of my pocket along with a small padlock, and locked it around his neck. He began to whimper as soon as I did, partially from fear, I think, of what would happen if someone here in his small town kırşehir escort saw him like this; and partially from his desperate need to please and obey, his little faggot balls, filled with all that unspent cum, making him hyper-horny and craving any chance to serve me.

I grabbed him by the chin and forced him to look up at me. “Your new life starts now, asslicker,” I told him, looking directly into his big blue eyes, his face wearing an expression which was a mixture of fear and burning desire. “Are you ready? Are you completely and absolutely sure, fuckhole?”

He swallowed down his fear. “Yes, Sir, I’m ready, Sir.”

That was all I needed to hear. More importantly, he needed to hear it: his one last chance to back out, his final opportunity for a normal life, freely given away in exchange for ownership and servitude. I can’t overstate what that does to a faggot’s mind, how that final, conscious choice of submission fundamentally changes a pussyboy deep inside, at the core of his psyche.

I pulled his head into my crotch and rubbed his face against the bulge in the front of my jeans. Once my cock started to harden, I unzipped and pulled it out, letting him slobber on my prick for a while. All that time without any cock to worship and without being able to jack off had worked its magic on the bitch. He acted like my cock was the best treat he’d ever had, sucking on it as if his life depended on it. I let him deep throat me a bit, then I used the ring on the front of his collar pull him up and throw him over the bed. Jerking his shorts down, I reached under him and grabbed his locked-up drain, pulling it back between his legs, smacking my big cock against his swollen balls, making him gasp and cry out from the pain. I rolled him over on the bed. I wanted to see his face when my cock went in his hole. I pulled his ass to the very edge of the bed, then grabbed both of his ankles and pulled them wide apart, positioning my hard cock right against his tight, puckered hole. There was a look of fear on his face: he knew what was coming, knew just how bad it was going to hurt. But still, the look was there, written across his face: not desire, since to this day he hates being fucked, but need — a pathetic, naked, humiliating need to be used. I rammed my spit-slick cock into him all the way to my balls, causing the pussyboy to scream and tense all over, his legs straining against my grip in an effort to push out pole I’d shoved deep inside him.

I fucked him. I fucked him deep and hard and without mercy, making him thrash and squirm on the bed, trying to get away from the invader in his guts, eliciting squeals and tears from my little ginger pig as I raped his hole. I shoved his legs backwards until his knees were almost against his ears, his asshole completely exposed and vulnerable, defenseless against my ramming cock. As I fucked him, I looked up at the camera in the corner of the room, the red light indicating it was on, its constant stream being recorded at my house. No doubt some of my friends were watching me violate the little bitch’s cunt. I’d told them this would be some must-see TV. I gave the camera a thumbs-up, then redoubled my pounding of his perfect little ass.

I shot my load deep inside the faggot, then pulled out and stepped back to see what he would do. Without an order, the fag immediately crawled off the bed and sank to his knees, cleaning up my cock, desperate to get every last drop of my cum. Once I was clean, I pulled his plug out of the box of his personal items and stuffed it up his hole to make sure none of my cum leaked out of him.

“OK, cunt, time to get you moved,” I told him. “Let’s get your stuff and get on the road.”

He looked up at me from where he was kneeling, confused. “But…but Sir? How are we going to get all my stuff in your car? The bed and desk won’t fit, even if we tried to put one in yours and one in mine.”

“Shut up, fag. First lesson: slaves don’t own anything. They are owned. Everything you have is mine now, and I’ll dispose of it how I like. Understand, asslicker?”

“Yes, Sir,” he replied, hanging his head.

“Good bitch,” I said. “Now, get that camera from the bathroom while I get the one from in here.”

After the cameras were uninstalled, I placed them in the box with his keepsakes. I found a pair of old, dirty Nikes in the box with his clothes, which I tossed in with his keepsakes. They were the oldest pair of shoes the fag had, but he would need something for his feet if I took him out in public at some point.

I told the faggot to give me his wallet, car keys, and cell phone, which he promptly produced. He wouldn’t be needing these any more, though I could tell he didn’t quite realize that yet. Once I had them in my hands, I filled him in on his new life.

“Listen closely, pig: you now own nothing. Anything you still have is only because I’ve allowed it, understand me? Your new life is at my feet, or in a cage if I decide to put you there, fuckhole. All the rest of this stuff? It’s useless now. You won’t need it. From this moment, you aren’t even a person any longer, but a piece of property, a thing, an object. Truly an ‘it’.” I grabbed his chin again so he was looking directly at me. “So, all this useless crap is staying here. Is that clear, cumdump?”

“It’s Em again.” He says, speaking a little slower than usual. We had a few beers at the pool. Andy’s phone has been buzzing for a while. There’s a bonfire at the beach and a few people have invited him to come out.

“Wanna go?” He asks.

“Nah. Let’s stay home.”

“Are you sure?” He says, looking a little concerned, “It isn’t like you to want to miss out. What happened to your infamous FOMO?”

“I’m just feeling chilled here.” I say.

We have another beer on the porch. We flirt and goof around for a while, and then he says, “I’ve got one.”

“One what?”

“A game, Dumbass.”

“Ugh,” I say, after how heavy the last game turned, I’m not sure I want to play again. The booze has loosened my tongue, and I have a vague sense of concern that I’m in no state to hide very much right now.

“It’s called, Ask Any Question.” He says.

“Sounds like a one-way ticket to trouble.”

“Want to play, or not?”

Despite myself, I do. I do want to play. I still have so many questions. There are still so many things I want to understand. “Okay, I’ll play.”

“I’ll go first,” he says, “I’ve been thinking about this for a while. It’s bothering me. So, you’ve said that you wanted something with me from early on, right?”

“Yes.”

“So, if you wanted me, why did you get together with Ashleigh?”

I don’t like talking about Ashleigh. It feels unfair to her. I don’t like the way it makes Andy’s eyes look, and I don’t like the way it makes me feel. “I, uh, I was going through a bad patch. A very bad patch. I was convinced you didn’t want me. I was hurting like crazy. I was trying everything I could think of to give you a hint. Touching you, telling you I loved you, asking if we could jerk off together. Nothing made a difference. Every time you were out of my sight, I felt sick about where you what you were doing and who you were doing it with. Every day, it felt like I was being hit by a hundred rejections. The final straw was when I saw you with that prick, Alex Meeking.”

“I didn’t know you knew about that.”

“I did. I saw you coming out of his room. It nearly killed me. What were you thinking? Why would you be with a guy like that?”

“Alex is gay, West. He’s as gay as they get, he’s just a closeted asshole. I fucked him to get him to leave you alone and stop calling you a faggot.”

I’m instantly dizzy and wildly enraged, “What?”

“That’s why he was doing it. To provoke a reaction from me. So, I gave him one.”

I run my hands though my hair angrily, “Well, well done. Very, very well done. You got a reaction alright. I’ll bet you got a reaction out of him. You sure as hell got a reaction out of me. After that, I thought there was no way in the world that you wanted me. No way you could want some-one like Alex and want me. We’re nothing alike.”

“So, you’re saying you got together with Ashleigh, because I fucked Alex? Is that what you’re saying?” He rubs his temples, “God, I’m getting a headache.”

“Yeah, I guess I did. I just couldn’t spend any more time wondering what guys like Alex had, that I didn’t.”

“Well, I didn’t have to wonder that about Ash, did I? I know exactly what she has that I don’t.”

“Is that what you’re trying to talk about here? Is that the point of this shitty game?”

“Maybe it is.”

“Fine, what do you want to know?”

“I want to know if you’re going to wake up one of these days and realise you’re missing pussy.”

“Are you going to wake up one of these days and realise you’re missing a new piece of ass?”

“No,” he says, as if the idea is ridiculous, “of course not.”

“Well, it’s the same for me.”

“You can’t try to tell me men and women are the same to you, West. Don’t even try.”

“Men and women aren’t the same, but they aren’t as different as you think. It’s hard to explain, because I haven’t fully been with any other guys, but when I kissed that Matt guy, it just felt like a nice, exciting kiss. I liked the fact that he was a guy, and I liked the fact that he had a dick, it did feel different, but it didn’t feel that different from kissing a new girl. It was different with you though. From the first second we touched, I’ve never felt anything like it. I-I don’t know how to describe it. It felt electric. Out of this world. Like it’s from some other time or place. It’s different with you. I don’t know why or how, I just know, it’s different with you. I’m not going to wake up any day, ever, and want something other than what we have.”

“I hear you, but it’s hard for me, West. I know I can’t compete with a woman. I can’t, if that’s what you want.”

“How do you think I feel? I have God knows how many guys to compete with. I don’t know what you’ve done with them or how you felt about it. You never tell me anything about it. I only know, I’m playing catch-up and it doesn’t feel good. You’re so good, Andy, at what you do. I hate knowing you did it with other guys. I hate it. Right now, I hardly want to leave the house because I keep thinking we kırklareli escort might go to the beach and run into your fedora fuck buddy. I can’t stand it.”

His eyes widen in surprise. I can see he had no idea I felt like this. It’s no surprise, really, given I’ve never felt like this about anyone else.

“He’s not an issue.”

“How do you know? Have you seen him?” I ask, quick panic rising.

“No, but he sent me a message a while back.”

“What?” Dark jealousy twists in my side, strangling me. “Have you spoken to him? Has he tried to see you?”

“He sent me a message to try to hook up when he arrived.”

“When was that?” I hear a terrible, unfamiliar possessiveness in my voice.

“A few days ago.” He says, taking his phone out of his pocket and opening his messages. He hands it to me.

Despite myself, I take the phone from him and I check it quickly.

There’s a message from Oren:

Heyy, just arrived. You down for tonite?

Andy replied, Nah, I’m taken.

Oren took a while to reply, judging by the time stamp, but when he did, he said, You know where to find me if you change your mind.

I won’t. The guy I’m with is West. He’s it for me.

“Jesus,” I say, trying not to smile, “you’re cold, Andy.”

“I’m not cold with you, am I?” He says, stepping towards me and putting his hand behind my neck.

“No,” I say, as his hand warms me, “you’re not.” I kiss him softly, “Are we going to be okay?”

“Yeah, as long as you keep staying stuff about electricity and our fucking being out of this world, I’ll be alright. You?”

“I don’t know,” I moan into his ear, “I’m jealous when it comes to you. I’ve never been like this before. I hate admitting it because I know it’s a sign of weakness, but it’s true. I am jealous. I’ll try not to be. I’ll work on it, okay?”

“Will it help if I tell you, I love you?”

“Yes, that helps a lot.”

“Will it help if I tell you, you’re the best I’ve ever had?”

“Yes, that won’t hurt.”

“Will it help if I tell you, you have the sexiest dick on the planet?”

I start laughing, despite myself, “You like my dick, huh?”

“I don’t just like it,” he says, sinking down onto his knees, rubbing his hand up and down me, “I love it. I love it so much.”

Happiness gurgles and bubbles up inside me, as he frees me from my jeans.

“I love it so much, I could write a poem about it.” He holds me in his hand, pulling me down slightly, talking as if he’s talking into a mic, “An Ode To The Truncheon in West Baxter’s Pants.”

I throw my head back and roar with laughter.

“Seriously,” he says, “I love it so much, I might draw it one day. No, no, I won’t draw it. I’ll paint it. I’ll paint it, so I never, ever forget it.”

I laugh soft and low, “Turn around and I’ll give you something to remember. I’ll give you something, you’ll never, ever forget.”

His eyes change. They soften slightly. They become receptive. Open. He pulls his shirt off, over his head and then unbuttons his shorts. He’s not just undressing. It’s an act of surrender. He turns around, facing away from me now, and pushes his shorts down to his knees. He leans forward, over the coffee table, spreading his legs and arching his back slightly so I can see the slightest hint of his hole. He looks back at me. Watching. Waiting.

He won’t be waiting for long.

*

The next day is as idyllic as a day could ever be. The weather is beautiful. Sunny and warm, without being so hot it’s uncomfortable. I make waffles for breakfast and lie on the sofa in the den, reading, while Andy works. He’s working on a new piece. He doesn’t want to show it to me until it’s done. It’s driving me crazy, but I know his process, he doesn’t usually show me his work until it’s complete.

The back of the easel is facing me and he’s standing behind it, facing me. It’s not the worst thing, since every time I look up from my book, I see his beautiful face. He’s concentrating hard. He has that far-away look on his face, like he can see something everyone one else can’t. After a while, I start feeling twitchy. I seem to have a strict limit in the amount of time I can be around Andy, without touching him, nowadays.

“I’m going for a swim.” I say, “Want to come?”

“Can you wait for a while? I’m nearly done for the day.”

“Uuugh, I’ll wait, but it’s hard. I’m hard.” I say, stroking the outline of my dick for his benefit, “I need to cool down.”

“Is that a fact?” He laughs, completely comfortable with my discomfort. If anything, I can tell he enjoys it.

He doesn’t leave me like that for long, he finishes up and then we head out to the pool, though I’d have been happier to head to the bedroom.

We swim together for a while. Well, he swims, and I grab him and grope him, like a man trying to drown another. Our limbs wind together slickly under the surface. He laughs and splashes me and gets out of the water, going to lie down on a lounger. I join him, lying kırklareli escort bayan on my back, closing my eyes as the sun warms my body. I try not to move. I try to lie still and dry off. But I’m burning and most of the heat is coming from inside me.

After a while, he looks at me and smiles. He flicks his eyes at me quickly and then looks away, as his lips turn up.

“Are you teasing me, Andy?”

“No,” he says innocently, “I’m just lying here, plotting my attack.”

“Attack, huh?” I say, as my dick pulses and thickens.

“Uh huh.” He casts his eyes over me in a way that feels like something warm has been poured over me.

I can’t think what to say, so I don’t reply.

“I just have so many great options,” he says, pulling himself up, swinging his legs round and placing his feet on the ground, “it’s hard to choose one. I could have you on your knees with my dick in your mouth. I could do that. God knows, I’d enjoy it. Or, I could get you out of those shorts and bend you over that lounger.”

The lawn-mower whines in the distance. The smell of freshly cut grass fills my senses. My belly clenches as I realise the gardener is here today.

“I could get you ready and have my cock inside you long before Stavros makes his way to this part of the garden.” He continues, “I’d have to be quick, so to make up for that, I’d do it hard. Hard enough that you’ll be feeling it tomorrow.”

My head swims, “Oh fuck,” I whisper, “is this the Montgomery magic I’ve been waiting to see?”

He smiles and throws his head back as he laughs. He doesn’t laugh for long. He drops his chin and his gaze, “Not even close.”

“Oh fuck.” I say again, swallowing so hard, I hear a hollow gulp. I get up quickly and back up a few paces. The thought of being fucked out here in the open, with Francesca inside and Stavros mowing the lawn on the grounds, has gone straight to my head. I love outdoor sex and I love/hate the thought of being caught. It drives me crazy.

He reaches into his bag and pulls out a bottle of lube, raising his eyebrows suggestively as he gets to his feet. I take another few paces back, smiling and glancing back quickly.

“Uh uh,” he says, “don’t even think about running.”

“Why not?” I twitter.

“‘Cause, I’m faster than you.”

“Bullshit! You are you not.”

“Oh, yes I am,” he says with complete confidence, “I definitely am. I’m faster, ’cause of how much I want what I’m chasing.”

I snicker nervously and take a couple of tentative steps back. He takes a long, purposeful stride towards me. His eyes are intense. More intense than ever. Menacing.

I turn on my heel and run. I hear him laughing, a deep, hollow sound from his chest. I hear his footsteps, too, as I sprint across the lawn. My heart is pounding as if it’s trying to escape from my chest. He’s gaining on me. He reaches out and grabs me, catching me easily, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me back towards him.

“See?” He whispers into my ear, “Told you.”

I look around quickly. We are in the middle of the lawn. The house is to our right and the pool is behind us.

“What do you think?” He threatens, “Want me to fuck you right here?”

I look around again.

We’re too exposed. We can’t do it here.

We can’t.

I look to my left and break free, dashing toward the pool house. He takes a second to give chase, giving me a little head start. I run around to the back of the pool house. There’s an outdoor shower behind it. It’s in the open, but it’s obscured slightly by the building and by a wax myrtle hedge that runs perpendicular to it, shielding it from the view of the house.

He smiles his approval at the place I’ve chosen. He doesn’t say a word, he just pulls my board shorts open and pushes them down quickly. He does the same to his. He turns me around so quickly, I feel a little disoriented. He takes me by both wrists and presses my hands up against the wall of the shower. My hands are flat on either side of the faucet. I look around quickly, as he flicks open the lube, wasting no time at all, before pressing a finger into to me.

I look around again as I’m suddenly hit by the reality of the situation. I’m excited. I’m panting, but I’m also nervous.

“What if Stavros sees us?”

“Well,” he drawls wickedly into my ear, “then I’ll just make him apologise for seeing my man naked.”

I laugh a little from the pure thrill of being called his. I arch back and moan as he gives me a second finger. I lean back against him and let him open me. It feels good. It feels so good, I can’t stop him. I don’t want to. I want him so much, I’m not even sure I would care if someone caught us.

I hear the lube squelching again. This time, he’s prepping his dick. I look around again, I can’t see anyone. All I see is blue sky and green lawn and perfectly manicured vegetation.

He puts a hand on my shoulder, pushing me forward a little, as he lines up, “We can hear the lawn escort kırklareli mower,” he says, “if it stops, I’ll stop and I’ll grab you a towel, okay.”

“Okay.” I moan, not that I care very much anymore.

All I care about now, is the fact that he’s forcing his dick into my sphincter. My ass is stretching. Opening. Distending. A long, low groan is forced from my guts. He enters me slowly, like he always does. He’s gentle and careful with me but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel it. I do. I feel it all. Once he’s buried deep inside me, he reaches forward and turns the faucet on. The spout is aimed straight at me and icy water hits me straight in the chest and runs down my body.

“Fuck!” I exclaim, tensing and recoiling in shock. I tense so hard, I hear him wincing.

“Don’t push me out.” He says urgently, as he holds me firmly as I struggle to get out of the way of the water.

He has one arm on my hip and the other around my chest. I’m not going anywhere. He’s chuckling softly as the water starts to run warm and then hot. My body loosens as the tension leaves me and is replaced by comforting heat. A warm, soothing heat in the front. A dark, intense burn in the back. He does fuck me hard. Every stroke is long and solid. Punishing. Purposeful.

“Stroke,” he says, “we have to be quick.”

And I do. I stroke with the desperate vigour of a man who could be caught at any second. A man who’s painfully full and on the edge. A man chasing relief. A man who can’t stop. A man who needs to come.

I have to come.

And, I do. I come so hard my knees buckle and moments later, so do Andy’s. I feel a surge of heat flood my ass as he comes deep inside me. Our body’s dip down for a few seconds as we groan and shake. I cling to the wall, grabbing the faucet for stability as he clings onto me, his body weight heavy against me. As he pulls out carefully, I notice the lawn mower is silent. The garden is soundless, except for the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore.

He grabs a couple of beach towels that were hanging on hooks near the shower, and tosses one to me, as he quickly wraps the other around his waist.

*

We eat lunch on the porch, shirtless, in nothing but our towels.

I love being with him.

I love being with him and I love being with him. I love it. I love knowing that he’s not wearing anything under his towel. I love knowing that his dick is feeling sensitive and spent right now. I love the feeling of him leaking out of my ass. I love everything about it. Mostly, I love the way he’s looking at me. His eyes are soft and open. Light. They’re smiling, even when the rest of him isn’t.

Andy looks happy.

My Andy looks happy.

He looks happier than I can ever remember seeing him. He looks relaxed and content. It makes me so happy to see him like this, I can hardly contain it.

“Oh man, I love you, Andy.”

“I love you, too.” He says immediately, leaning over to me, pulling my head towards him and kissing my temple.

I sigh deeply, “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you say it back.”

Afterwards, Andy spreads a picnic blanket under the old Scarlet Oak tree near the house. We lie back, head-to-head, with our feet at opposite ends of the blanket. Now and again, he reaches over and runs his hand along the lobe of my ear. We drift in and out of sleep, with sound of the ocean lulling us into oblivion.

When I wake, it’s mid-afternoon. I look up at the clouds sailing by in the sky and don’t move until I feel Andy waking up, too. We’re both quiet. Tranquil. The kind of feeling that comes from being at the ocean and having a little too much sun. I feel so content, right now, I can’t believe there’s anything in the world that could ever bother me.

“Are you happy, Andy?”

“Yeah,” he says, “I’m happy. I’m so happy, I actually feel a little stoned.”

I laugh. “Me too. That’s exactly how I feel.”

“Is this what it’s always like?”

“What do you mean?”

“Is this what it’s like to be in love?”

“I don’t know,” I say quickly, “it was never like this. I’ve never felt like this before.”

“But you’ve been in love, right?”

“Yeah, at the time, I thought I loved Janine and I did loved Ash, despite everything, I did.”

“Do you miss her?” He asks quietly.

“No.” I say honestly, “I honestly don’t. I was thinking about her the other day, wondering if I should call her or something, to tell her about you and me, and I realised, I don’t miss her at all. I feel a bit bad about it. Like, I should at least have the decency to miss her a little, you know?”

He smiles, “What do you think you’d do if you saw her walking up the drive right now?”

“Right now? With you and me lying here, all over each other, wearing nothing under our towels?”

He nods.

“Well, that’s easy. I’d throw myself over you, so you could use me as a human shield.”

He laughs. “Okay, okay, I get it.”

I laugh too and reach over and pull his head to little closer to mine, “Why do you think it’s like this? You know, why is it so different with us? Is it because we’re guys? Is this what it’s like with two guys?”

He sighs softly, hesitating for a second before he speaks, “I’ve never been with anyone I love before, so I don’t know about that, but I have a little theory about you and me.”

Autumn 1996

Nebraska

Please note that all characters are 18 years of age or older.

Charles knelt on the grass, dick in hand facing his family’s flower garden. Opened on the ground in front of him was his favourite spank mag.

‘Sooo close…’ He moaned to himself stroking faster.

This was not the first place he wanted to choose to jerk off, but privacy inside his house was at a premium! His twin sister Charlotte was terribly sick, well-wishers were always coming and going. When ever he was indoors his mother pestered him to no end, hence him ‘volunteering’ to maintain the garden.

Charles forced his eyes open to admire the woman in the picture spread, she was petite with dark hair and dressed as a cheerleader. The man fucking her was a tall, muscular man with wavy long blonde hair. He was dressed as a jock stabbing the cheerleader repeatedly with his giant throbbing penis.

Charles worked himself up into a frenzy! The next page would be the cumshot; even the briefest of glances at it would have him jizzing everywhere! It was two photos, the first showing the jock pumping the cheerleader full of cum. The second had it oozing out.

Sweat formed on Charles’ brow as he reached down to turn the page. He was more than ready to blow his load!

So caught up in magazine, he failed to catch notice of the person approaching him from behind. It wasn’t until he saw the shadow cast across him and his now revealed creampie photo that realized it.

“Oh fuck…” He whispered.

The mysterious person tackled him to the ground, pancaking him onto his stomach! Charles struggled against the muscular arms that pinned him to the ground.

Wriggling kütahya escort he found one arm flailed about weakly whilst the other still gripped his penis!

‘Oh fuck!’ He thought to himself in terror.

His assailant shifted above him; Charles was baffled by the lack of violence. There were no punches, and despite the arm around his neck, there was no choking and no pain.

The man grappling with him was now directly over him, his legs held his legs down. The man’s torso and pelvis now pressed him into the ground.

“Oh… FUCK!” He tried to mumble as he felt something hard and thick poke into asscrack.

Charles opened his mouth as he realized what was happening to him, however words could not come out. He wriggled to no avail, there was nothing he could do to prevent it!

“Come on Charlotte…” Said a deep voice in Charles ear. “Don’t fight it, I know you want it.”

‘Ooooooh! Fuck!’ Charles thought to himself as he realized it was his sister’s boyfriend Kurt!

Kurt dry humped with a determination greater than earlier when Charles was masturbating! Panic set in even deeper in Charles; escape was impossible! He was frozen with fear at the mere thought of what his sister’s boyfriend was doing to him!

At five foot six, the dark haired and blue-eyed Charles didn’t think he looked like his sister, but they often got mistaken for one another. As his twin, she was the same height with similar slim features.

“Oh…” Kurt moaned into Charles ear as he ground his man meat into his ass crack. “Your hair smells so good!”

Charles gulped! He shared the same shampoo and body soap as his sister, kütahya escort bayan it was nothing perfumey or fancy.

Kurt picked up his brisk pace even faster causing Charles to freak out further! He had just realized that he was still holding his own dick! Kurt dry-humping him was causing him to jerk off without anyway to stop it.

Charles had never had a ‘gay’ thought before in his life, he could be naked with other men without getting aroused. He’d even wrestled with other dudes without getting hard. Today he had no control over his body, and more importantly his penis!

“Charlotte, I want you to cum with me…” Kurt teased as his thick cock grew.

Charles was dead certain that Kurt was going to cum, and even more terrifying was that the man had a larger penis than him!

“Uuuuggghhhh!” Kurt groaned as he came.

“Ooooohhhh ffffuuuucccckkk!!!!” Charles moaned uncontrollably as he came involuntarily.

Charles was disgusted and embarrassed! He wanted to crawl away in shame, but Kurt still lay on top of him.

“That was good Charlotte!” Kurt said between deep breaths. “We make a great team!”

Kurt climbed off Charles, then helped him to his feet. Charles blushed, then remembering that he held his still hard penis in his sticky hand he quickly pulled up his pants.

“Charlotte, you are awe…” Kurt started to say then stopped. “Charles?”

The two men stood there in shock, both sported visible tenting erections with matching cum stains. Charles wanted to cry or run, his body however refused to do either!

“Ha ha!” Kurt laughed loudly breaking the awkward silence.

Charles smiled at escort kütahya the giant man before him. Kurt was a jock, but he was a good boyfriend to his sister, and always kind to him. His shame melted away as Kurt wrapped an arm around him and tussled his hair.

“You two look so alike!” Kurt joked.

“Uh… yeah.” Charles mumbled. “We’re twins…”

Kurt kept laughing as if it was the funniest thing he’d heard that day. Charles couldn’t help but chuckle along.

“You’re a good wrestler!” Kurt teased.

Charles blushed, he knew it wasn’t wrestling, but he was more than willing to take the out given to him.

“I almost had you!” Charles declared boldly, his confidence had been restored.

“No way!” Kurt teased giving Charles a playful shove.

At six foot two the muscular Kurt dwarfed Charles. His push was very light, Charles had no doubt that the football player could have knocked him down.

“Yes way!” Charles teased back.

“Hey, what’s that?” Kurt asked pointing at the magazine.

“Uh…” Charles said diving for it. Being dry humped was one thing, but getting caught with a spank mag was something he certainly didn’t want!

“Is that one of your DND books?” Kurt teased.

“Uh… yeah.” Charles said rolling up the magazine tightly.

“What’s it about?” Kurt asked, genuinely curious.

Charles panicked! The pictorial he jerked off to… or tried to jerk off to resembled Kurt greatly! Both were muscular footballers. Kurt however sported a blonde crewcut.

“Uh… Dragons…. And…” Charles stammered. “Um… maybe we should go in?”

“Good idea!” Kurt replied messing Charles hair again.

As the two men walked, Charles used the magazine to cover his still hard poking penis. With his free hand Charles wiped his cum covered hand on his pant leg. Kurt obviously kept up a steady stream of jokes and stories.

Charles smiled and nodded along, but a nagging thought bothered him. ‘What if I came because I liked it?’

I would put this fictional story under the title ‘Forced Gay Male’ but since there is no category like that I am listing it under ‘Gay Male’. As noted it’s a fantasy, which means it never happened except in a dream or two (or three) and I will share it here. All characters are at least 18 years of age.

*****

As I was growing up in a small town in the middle of Pennsylvania I liked to ride my bike, play baseball, and other activities a boy did in his youth. My name is Bruce Jankowski and I have two older brothers and one younger sister who are all grown now and have settled down with their own families. Dad worked at a steel mill about ten miles away from home and after we kids were older and able to take care of ourselves Mom got a job at a clothing store near home. It was important to them that we were able to go to school on our own before Mom went to work.

I loved to fish! Often I would go off to the stream alone on my bike and just throw my line in the water and wait for the fish to bite. Sometimes I was successful and more often I was not, but I just liked being by myself where I could spend hours daydreaming about all kinds of stuff. Most of the time Mom would pack me a lunch and some snacks and off I would go. I never went to the stream without telling her though.

One day I was at my favorite spot fishing and another boy showed up. At first I didn’t like it that he was at ‘my’ spot but then I realized I didn’t own that stream and he had every right to fish there too.

I introduced myself and he told me his name was Glenn Richards and right then and there we became best of friends. I even shared my lunch and snacks with him that day and from then on we hardly ever went fishing alone.

As we grew older we stayed best friends and even had some school classes together. At high school graduation Glenn was 19 years of age, stood about 6’1″ and weighed about 205 toned pounds. I grew to 5’9″ and weighed 175 pounds. Glenn is black and I am white but we never saw any difference in that just because our skin color was not the same. There were many adults who we knew who were racist, from both sides, but he and I did not allow that to happen.

For a graduation gift to each other we decided to go fishing but not to our regular place. It wasn’t even to the regular stream. My Uncle Bud and his wife owned a small furnished cabin in the Pocono Mountains and as his gift to me he let me use it for a whole week free of charge. He told me there is a great fishing spot on the Lehigh River where he always catches the biggest trout.

I asked him if it was okay that my best friend could go with me and told him Glenn and I have been fishing together for years. He said he would like to meet my buddy, so that afternoon I took Glenn with me to get the key to the house.

I was not expecting the reception we got when he met Glenn! Uncle Bud was in a jovial mood when we first arrived but when he saw Glenn his countenance dropped. It was obvious to me that Bud didn’t like black people and if it wasn’t for the much friendlier reception by my aunt I probably would have called the whole trip off and thrown the damn key at him! I cannot begin to express how damn embarrassed I was! Aunt Doris even had made up a huge bag of goodies for us and told us that the cabin was full of food and that we BOTH should enjoy whatever is there. I could sense that Bud was not too happy so we quickly left and drove to the cabin.

I apologized to Glenn as I drove on. He said he understood and was glad to have a good white friend like me. “I see that crap all the time,” he said to me. “I just don’t understand why people have to be that way. It comes from my people too. I have some very good friends who don’t like white people even though they never did anything to them. Why? And what’s the biggest difference between you and me, Bruce? It’s the color of our skin! I am so glad I’m not like that.”

“I know. Me too. Just because you have more melanin should not effect who you are, but I guess in today’s world of prejudice there are a lot of assholes who don’t like people because their skin is darker,” Bruce said.

“And many who don’t like someone because their skin is lighter!” Glenn chimed in. “Bruce, I hope you and I never sink that low.”

“I hope not too. Anyway, let’s change the subject. Are you dating anyone right now, Glenn?”

“No, not right now. But I was and you really have to be on your guard when you do,” he said.

“What do you mean?” Bruce asked him.

“Do you know Traci Shields?”

“Yeah, she’s that real foxy black cheerleader, right?”

“Right! I dated her for a few weeks.”

“Wow, Glenn. She is very pretty. But not anymore? What happened?”

“You talk about someone who has her head all messed up! I dated her for a whole month and all she ever wanted to do is listen to records but ONLY when her mom was home! All that time and we didn’t even kiss once! She’s also quite domineering and always wanted her own way, never wanted to do anything I wanted to do. Never! kırıkkale escort She probably has some guy now who she always ties up.”

“What’s wrong with that, that a pretty girl has you all tied up?”

Glenn then looked over at Bruce and said, “Oh, I guess nothing.” And they both laughed out loud!

“And the records? What’s that all about?” Bruce asked.

“She has a big collection of vinyl records like people did back in the day and she puts them on a record player and we listened to them. That’s about it. I kept waiting for her to say she wanted to make out a little or get out the ropes!” Glenn said while giggling.

“Did she?”

“Did she what?” asked Glenn.

“Did she ever get out the ropes?” Bruce asked sort of kiddingly.

“Hell no! I only went over to her place a couple or three times and there was no way she was keeping me there longer than I wanted!”

“Then why did you go?” Bruce asked. The conversation was just friendly idle chatter as they headed to the cabin, which was about two hours from home.

“Did you ever see the ass on that chick?” Glenn said. “And those luscious legs and those nice tits? And what a pretty face! It’s enough to make some fag change his ways! That’s why I went. I just wanted to get some of that poon tang! But I just heard that she’s been accepted to some convent to become a nun! So that wouldn’t have worked anyway. But what a body!”

“But maybe you would have rescued her from doing that if you stayed together,” Bruce said.

“Oh, well. It seems to me that I saved myself!” Glenn added and they both laughed out loud again.

As they kept driving along Bruce asked if there were any others. “Yes, there was Sally Wills,” he said.

“You mean Sally who was the head of the marching color guard?”

“Yep, the same Sally.” Glenn replied. “That very pretty white girl that didn’t date much.”

“Did she ever tell you why?”

“Yeah. She said it seemed that boys were afraid to ask her out because they were intimidated by her looks. Can you believe that? I didn’t have any trouble. What the hell, all she could do is say no.”

“Wow, she WAS pretty! But what happened to her?” Bruce asked.

“It was just what we were talking about earlier. A black guy with a white girl in this day and age? We really liked each other but the pressure was tremendous and that was from both sides! I don’t know how she took it but I already told the people who gave us a lot of shit to go fuck themselves! My mom and dad were always on my side and her parents seemed that way, too. All the parents seemed to be cool with it and even met each other, but it was the dickheads around us that were the problems. Fuck ’em! I don’t even want to talk about it anymore. And I’ll never forget how my so called friends treated that girl.”

“I don’t blame you and we won’t talk about it anymore. That really sucks!”

“Bruce, you’re my best friend. I’m glad we met.”

“Me, too, Glenn,” he said as they pulled in the driveway to the cabin.

They took their bags into the cabin and looked around. They really liked the place. It had two bedrooms, a nice living room, a bathroom with a shower, a small eat in kitchen, and a basement. “Man, I could get into living this life for a long time,” said Glenn as he checked out the pantry and the fridge. “Your aunt was right! There’s a lot of food here already. And the small convenience store with the gas pumps is right down the road.”

“Yes, I saw that. But we can only stay about a week then I have to get back to work,” Bruce said as he went to the basement to turn on the water and the water heater. Glenn went with him and Bruce said, “We better turn these things on if we want hot water or even any water at all.”

“Good thinking. But, my man, I didn’t come all the way up here to talk and eat. I came to go fishing! Let’s go check it out.”

“I could not agree with you more!” Bruce said, so they grabbed their gear and headed to the Lehigh River.

“I believe this looks like the spot Uncle Bud told me about. Let’s see what’s up,” Bruce said as he baited his line and threw it in the water.

Glenn did the same and they waited to see who would get the first bite. After about three hours and not even a nibble they agreed that it was time to get dinner ready so they walked back about a hundred yards to the cabin and settled in. Aunt Doris told them to eat anything they could find and they both settled on canned spaghetti. “I’m not much of a cook but I do know how to make this stuff,” Glenn said. “And it doesn’t take too long either.”

Bruce opened two large cans of spaghetti and put it all in a sauce pan to heat up. Glenn took four pieces of fresh bread that was there and dropped them into the large toaster on the counter. He even found some butter in the fridge!

As they sat at the table eating Glenn asked Bruce where he works. “How do you know I work?” Bruce replied.

“Well you said a little while ago that we can only stay about a week because you escort kırıkkale have to get back to work. So where do you work?”

“I’ve only been there for three weeks but I work at the supermarket back home.”

“Are you kidding me? I have to get back home, too, because I start there on Monday!” Glenn exclaimed.

“And let me guess. You’re starting as a bagger at the checkout counters?”

“That’s right, Bruce! Is that what happened with you, too?”

“Yep! But they’re planning to move me to the dairy section and I will get a raise with it.”

“Wow! That is so cool! So we’re not only fishing buddies but we are working buddies too. I can hardly believe it.” said Glenn. “Where have you been all my life?”

“Well, Glenn, we met when we were about ten so most of your life has been with me!”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“I hope it works out better than our fishing did today,” Bruce said as they both got a chuckle out of that!

*****

Fishing on that stream really sucked for them all that week. It had already been three days of practically nothing but fishing and all they had to show was one small fish each. Both fish were thrown back in the stream because you don’t keep fish that are only about four inches long!.

So the young men walked back to the cabin to relax a bit and get ready for dinner for that evening.

“Did you get the name of that store down the street when we went by?” Glenn asked.

“No, but there’s a little phone book here that might have it in. Why, what were you thinking?” asked Bruce.

“I could really go for some pizza and some cold soda,” said Glenn.

“Man, that’s exactly what I was thinking! Let’s see if they have it and if they deliver,” Bruce said.

He made the call and, yes, they did deliver, so they ordered a large pizza, a couple large sodas, and a large order of fries and was told it would be about an hour before it arrived. They both thought that was a little long to wait but they also realized they were out in the sticks so what should they expect. Neither of them felt like going to get it so they just settled in to wait.

“We could go back to the stream and fish again until they get here with the food,” said Bruce.

“I don’t feel like doing that. I had enough of that river for awhile. Maybe tomorrow,” said Glenn. “But may I suggest something?”

“Sure, what is it, Glenn? You have a plan for something to do until our food gets here?”

“Well, maybe. But of course you have to agree to it to.”

“What is it? You mean like checkers or something?” asked Bruce.

“No, it’s more physical,” Glenn replied, “and a little kinky.”

“And you want to tie me up?” Bruce said, and they both laughed about that, remembering what Glenn said about Traci Shields.

“No, I’m really not into ropes and stuff. I could probably do you but if you’d want to do the same to me… I couldn’t handle that shit, being unable to move. Nah!”

“Well then, come on, my man. Let’s hear it!” Bruce said.

“Well, would you like to wrestle?” Glenn said.

“Wrestle? You’d clobber me!” said Bruce, who had noticed the fine legs and arms his friend had and also found himself ogling them at times.

“I don’t think so,” Glenn replied. “I think you’re stronger than you think. You look to me like you can handle yourself okay.”

“I don’t know, Glenn. You’re bigger, stronger, faster, and much better looking than I am.”

“Okay, and this is a bit different. How about we cock wrestle?”

“COCK wrestle? What the hell is THAT and how does it work?” asked Bruce.

“It works like this: we both sit on our knees on the bed and work ourselves up to get hard-ons. Of course we don’t have anything on like underwear. Then we playfully slap each other’s dick until one or the other is soft again. Whoever keeps his hard-on is the winner. What do you think?” asked Glenn.

“Where the hell did you ever come up with that?” Bruce, now getting excited, asked.

“I once saw it on a porn site. It looked like a lot of fun except when the winner was declared. The loser had to suck the winner’s hard cock. But we don’t have to go that far!”

Bruce thought about it for a bit then said, okay let’s do it. They both stripped and got on the bed across from each other. Bruce knew right away that he was in deep trouble when he looked at his smallish thin five inch dick as compared to Glenn’s nine big fat inches of black cock.

“Wow, you pack a lot of meat meat there, pal. I don’t have a chance!” he said.

“It’s not the size that matters. It’s how you use it. I have seen some matches where the guy with the smaller dick won.”

“But look at that snake you have!” exclaimed Bruce.

“If you wanna back out you can. I don’t want this to harm our friendship.”

“Neither do I,” Bruce said. “No, let’s do it and see what happens.”

So both guys rubbed their cocks until they were really hard. “My word,” said Bruce. “That thing must be 8 inches long!”

“Nine,” replied kırıkkale escort bayan Glenn rather nonchalantly.

“I don’t have a chance but we’ll see how it goes,” Bruce said, but he also was feeling in the back of his mind that he WOULD like to get to know his friend a little better. So he worked his dick up to its 5 full inches and the two of them edged a bit closer to each other.

“Now the way this is done is we flip a coin to see who goes first,” said Glenn. “Then whoever wins the flip holds his dick in his hand and smacks it against the other’s dick. The first one to give up or his cock goes soft loses. It’s that simple. Do you want to try it?” asked Glenn.

“Well, we’re this far along already so why not.”

Glenn pulled a quarter out of his pocket and was ready to flip it. “Heads or tails?” he said.

“I’ll go with tails.”

Glenn flipped the coin and it came up tails. “You go first, Bruce.”

“But what are the stakes?” Bruce asked.

“I don’t know. Wanna play for a dollar? Or something else?”

“No, nothing like that.”

Glenn then said, “How about the loser licks the winner’s cock?”

Bruce replied, “I’m not gay!”

“Just because you lose a bet and have to lick a cock doesn’t mean you’re gay!”

“It doesn’t?” asked Bruce. ‘Why doesn’t it?”

“Because you’re not having gay sex, that’s why!” Glenn answered. “You’re just licking a part of the body, just as if you licked an arm or a leg, and you’re settling a bet.”

“Lick your leg? Now that might be exciting!” Bruce said as he had been stealing glances at his friend’s smooth muscular legs and was actually getting turned by them.

“What do you mean by that? Are you sure you’re not gay? Okay, if I win you must lick my leg but I decide which one. Deal?”

“Okay,” said Bruce. “Let’s get it on!”

“Also, if you hurt my cock I get to try to get back at you. Got it? And I have seen some matches go as long as five smacks each side until someone wins.”

“How often did you watch that stuff?” asked Bruce.

“Oh, maybe ten times total,” Glenn answered.

“Okay. Got it! Let’s get started.” Bruce grabbed his hard dick and slammed it against Glenn’s big black cock. It was like hitting against a brick wall! Glenn’s cock hardly budged and instead of it getting softer it was Bruce’s that got softer. Bruce was right. He had no chance against his friend’s monster snake! That made Bruce’s smaller dick even a bit smaller as it lay in his hand only half hard.

“Now I go in for the kill. Hold it out so I can smack it,” Glenn smiled triumphantly as he slammed his big dick against Bruce’s dick that was getting softer by the minute.

He also knew from the get go that Bruce had no chance.

It only took one smack and Bruce’s now little dick was growing smaller and smaller. Glenn’s cock was still at full erection and Bruce’s was shriveled up to almost nothing. And he was in pain! So to picture the scenario, there was a white guy sitting on his knees on the bed across from a bigger black guy, his small dick nearly shriveled up to nothing and in pain, while the black man just sat there, smiling, his much bigger cock in hand and fully erect, as he gloated while looking down at his beaten white friend and said, “Should we try it again?”

Bruce replied, “Please don’t. I can’t take another one of them. It’s going to hurt to even piss!”

“You know that means you lost, right? So you get to lick which ever leg I choose. A deal’s a deal!”

“Okay,” said Bruce. “Which one, the right or the left?”

“The middle one,” Glenn calmly said.

“You mean your cock?” Bruce asked, surprised.

“Yes, my cock. Now get to it before the pizza man gets here. My dick needs some attention!”

“Yes, Glenn, ” Bruce replied and he bent over and began licking the black man’s gorgeous brown dick. “But I’m not gay.”

“I know you’re not but start licking anyway. Kiss the head then lick the undersides, then all around. Lick my balls, too, and don’t stop until I tell you.”

“And you said Traci was pushy! Listen to my own personal slave owner bossing me around!” Bruce said kiddingly.

“You don’t like it?” Glenn asked.

“No, I don’t like it. I LOVE it!” said Bruce as he gently licked Glenn’s juicy cock right there on the bed.

“Man, I could really get into this! Don’t stop!” said Glenn.

Just at that time there was a knock on the door and they both knew it was their pizza delivery. So Glenn quickly got up and threw on his shorts and went and answered the door. Sure enough it was their pizza so he paid the guy and gave him a very nice tip and came back inside.

“Shall we eat first then get back to the matter at hand, or should the matter at hand be my cock?” asked Glenn.

Bruce replied, “I would rather eat dinner first before I have dessert, if you know what I mean! I really don’t like cold pizza and warm soda.”

“Gotcha!” Glenn said and they both went to the living room to eat on the sofa in front of the TV. After about a half hour they were both satisfied with their food and went back to the bedroom.

“Now where were we?” asked Bruce.

“If I remember right you were stooping down and licking my schlong, right?”

“Right!” said Bruce, “but you know what? That was starting to get to my lower back bending down like that. Could we maybe switch positions?”