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My 1st affair with a wife

I have never told anyone about this and although it happened about 7-8 years ago I still think about it almost eveyday. I was working for a grocery chain here in town where we have about 10 or so stores when I was promoted to be an assiatant manger in one of the departments. I asked the manager if someone was going to take my place as the 3rd person. His responce was that he had someone in mind and that I would really like the person. After he laughed a little and gave me a wink I figured something was up and I was right. The next week our new employee started and I was introduced to her. I had seen her come in before and talk to my boss but never thought anything about it. She had worked with him before at the store but she had left to have her child and when she came back she ended up going to another store and wanted to come back here no matter what the position. I knew he had a few postitions on his mind for her. After about 2 weeks it had to happen myself and “Tina” worked toghter. I went in at 7 she came in at 10 my boss told me the day before that I needed to make Tina feel more welcome like one of the guys. It’s hard to make a 35 year old woman with D-cup tits feel like “one of the guys” I thought to myself but what the hell I will try I guess. After a few hours I started making small talk with her and we chatted a little but the was some tension between us I noted. Around 2 or 3 she got a phone call and from part of the conversation I could hear it was not very pleasant sounding. After slamming the phone down she walked past me and said I am going to smoke I will be back. After about 10-15 minutes I went to the back and saw her sitting on a bale of cardboard not looking very happy at all. What the hell time to try to make her feel at home I guess. I walked up to her and told he I was going to get a drink could I get her one. Sure she said but she didnt have any money with her I told this ones on me with a smile. I came back and we talked for about 30 minutes or so about this and that. On the way back to our department I asked if everything was ok. She said it was her husband being his normal asshole self. What a shame I said outloud not meaning to. “Why is that ?” Tina asked me. Stumbling for the words I said that for a man to be as lucky to have such a pretty wife and not appreciate her he must be dumb. She blushed after I said that and said thanks. This went on for about 3 weeks until one day she called me at home. I had moved back in with my folks after living with a friend of mine for about 2 years he was getting married and I didnt want to stay with them although they told me to I didnt want to be in their way I told them. When Tina called me it kinda threw me for a loop but she had a work question for me. When we was about to hang up she told me she was going to be home alone that evening if I wanted to call her. I jumped at the chance and she gave me her number. That night we talked for about 2-3 hours. After that night It was like I had knew her my whole life. I was in between girlfriends at the time and enjoyed talking to a female. The next day at work was incrediable. She came in and gave me a smile and a wink. My boss saw it also he wanted to know what that was all about and all I said was that I was making her feel at home I guess. That afternoon she came up to me and handed me a card and told me not to open it until I got home. Before I left I went in the cooler to get my drink and she came in behind me and brushed up against me it felt as though I had been shocked and as I turned she wrapped he arms around me and gave a big hug and said thanks. When I got home I opened her card and she had wrote in it that no one had ever listened or seemed to care about her feelings and not try to get her into bed. The next week we talked even more until one night I was closing and she came by to get her coat she had left she looked great. Makeup a nice pair of very tight jeans and a sweater that looked painted on. Then it happened I was in the cooler loading up my last bit of product I needed to fill up with and she came in there and shut the door behind her and said she had something else for me before I could say anything she was all over me like a cheap suit. We kissed and I felt her tounge on mine I kissed back and grabbed her ass. WOW It was very firm and felt great I had not been with a female for about 6 months and I was very eager to explore more when she stopped and said there was more where that came from. I said “Where and when?” Tonght she said if I wanted at her sisters house they were out of town and her husband had the kids. She was going by there to check on things and water plants and she told her husband she needed sometime to herself. She had rented a couple of movies and might stay there tonight. She told me where to meet her and asked how muck longer I was going to be I said about 20 minutes. She gave me one last kiss and reached down and gave my cock which was rock hard a squeeze. She told me not to wait to long or she might have to start with out me. I was out the door at 9 on the dot. I was to her sister’s place in about 20 minutes. I sat there thinking to myself what the hell am I doing she is a married woman. But when I got to the door I forgot that thought and just about everything else when she opened it wearing a white button up shirt and a smile. I shut the door she took my coat and started to kiss me again. We went to the living room where she pushed me down on the couch and fell on top of me. kissing and rubbing those beatiful big firm breasts against me. There was a slow song on the radio as I stood her up we danced slowly she was rubbing my back and shoulders I told her that she was just about the sexist woman I had ever seen and she told me she was fat. I slid her shirt off and stood back and looked at her naked body. I told her I wanted to take a shower. She led me upstairs. As I undressed she said I will be right back. She came back with 2 towels and asked if I wanted some company. She turned on the water as I walked up behind her and ran my hands up and down her naked hips I placed my hard cock against her ass she gently moved up and down and side to side while the water warmed up she turned the shower on turned and kissed me and stepped inside. As I followed her she reached down and stroked my cock me said that she had not had sex in about 2 months as her old man never wanted to anymore. I asked her did she get off any and she said about 1-2 times a week. I told her I wanted to make her cum as I kissed her neck and got down on my knees I slid a finger into her already wet pussy she moaned a little I quickly found her clit and went to work licking it and rubbing it with my thumb. After about 2 miutes it seemed she had a intense orgasm. I stood back up and washed my self and we got out of the tub and dried each other off. She then led me into the bedroom where she pushed me down on the bed she climbed on the bed running her huge tits over my cock she came up to my face and kissed me then ran first one nipple then the other over my lips. My cock felt harder than it ever had before and she moved back down and took it into her mouth. She sucked me until I thought I was going to bust. Tina then asked me if she could be on top I grabbed her arms nd pulled her on top of me we kissed and I loved the way her tits mashed into my chest. She rubbed her pussy up and down the lenght of my cock slowly I told her she was killing me and I wanted to be inside her. She moved as the tip of my cock started inside her drenched pussy she told me she had been waiting for this moment for weeks now and that I was all she had thought about and had even got herself off thinking about this moment. She kissed me and slid her pussy down inch by inch over my hard cock. When I was 8 inches deep in her she moaned and told me she loved the way I felt in her and she wanted to stay like theis forever. I asked her if it was ok that I didnt have any protection fer her not to get pregnant she told me not to worry she had her tubes tied with her last child and that I had better cum inside her. She started to move up and down as we kissed. She took her arms and raised herself up off me some so her tits swayed a little as she bounced up and down I grabbed one then the other and licked and sucked her nipples. She said something about the best feeling in the world and was cut off short by the orgasm that made her scream out. She slammed her pussy down onto me and I fucked her as hard as I could as her orgasm tore through her she started telling me to cum in her. I felt it starting to build and knew I was not going to last much longer. I told her to tell me she wanted my cum in her and how good it felt as I was fucking her pussy. She was saying it when I felt the first shot of my cum go inside her she went crazy bouncing on top of me and started to cum again. OH GOD she shouted. OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!!!! After what seemed like an hour she rolled off the top of me. We layed there and caught our breath and she asked me to saty all night. I said yes and she reached down and stroked my cock until I was hard again and got on top this time. I made love to her for about 20 minutes going slow then fast then slowing down. As she had her 2 orgasm I asked if she minded me trying something that I have never been able to do before she said what and I told her I wanted to cum between her tits. She loved that idea. I got my cock between them and she gave the tip of it a kiss. Just watching her push those twin peaks toghter and the tightness of them I was ready to cum in a matter of minutes. She told me to cum anywhere I wanted to. I told her I wanted to on her tits she released my cock and pushed them toghter and encourged me to cum all over her chest and face if I could. Oh man did I ever. She was a mess when I got done and to my surprise she took her fingers and scrapped it up and licked off her fingers then swolled every drop. After that we cleaned up a little and went to bed. The next morning we had sex and then again in the shower. As i was getting ready to leave she was getting dressed for work. We discussed how this might have changed things for us at work. I told her to not worry I would not tell anyone she said that she would do the same. For the next few weeks we messed around when we had the chance. We only had sex once before she left for another job and she told me that one day she wanted to do it again but I have not heard from her since. But I have some great memories of her and the time we spent……….

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The Reception

My baby sister got married at my parents home. It’s a nice 10,000 square foot home with plenty of land for the ceremony and reception. It was a nice gathering of snobbiest people I loved to avoid. It was also a bitter sweet occasion for me because I was a recently divorced 30 year old. The three hundred people were scattered between the house, the lanai, and the yard. Between the wedding band, my gushing parents, and the people giving me bad advice on how to move on with my life, I was needing a place to get away.
I went into the house and snuck down to my dad’s “office.” He had the ultimate home office; sofa, recliner, big screen with surround sound, beer fridge, and lillte bathroom. I turned on the Sox-Yankees game and got a cold Sammy Adams out of the fridge. I had no sooner kicked my dress shoes off when I hear the click-clack of a woman’s high heel shoes walking towards the room. I figured it was my mom. I knew somebody saw me sneak down and would have bet she was coming to scold me and tell me to get back to the reception.
Much to my dismay, my sister-in-law peeks her head around the door frame. Jennifer is a very attractive 20 something year old. The reason I’m not thrilled is because Jennifer is a bitch. She and I get along like oil and water. Jen asks while I’m in mid sip of my beer, “Mind if I join you?” I choked and spewed some beer from my mouth. I then said, “No, come on in.” Jen turns the corner and for the first time today I noticed how hot she was looking. She was wearing a black dress with black hose and some fuck-me pumps. When she passed by me to go to the fridge she blew me away with the perfume she was wearing.
Jen grabs a beer and come over to the sofa that I’m on. “What did I do to deserve the honor of your presence?” She answers, “I’ve had enough of people telling me what I need to do to get ahead in work, in life, and in love!” “Welcome to my world”, I replied. You see, Jen is a successful 25 year old single woman. My thought was she was single because no guy could put up with her for more than a year. “You’ve always told my brother and your sister that I’m an ass clown. I’m just very surprised to see you own here.” Jen laughs and says, “You are, now rub my feet.”
She kicks her FMP’s off, whirls around, and places her feet in my lap. I looked at her and smirked, “Whatever!” Jen proceeds to kick her feet in a playful manner and puts one of those pouty looks on. “Fine, but you owe me”, I say. I turn my attention back to the game and begin rubbing her feet. Jen lets out a moan. I look down and notice that she has very pretty feet. I can see the bright red polish on her toes through the silky material. I also notice that I’m beginning to get excited. I look up to see if she can see the bulge growing in my pants. She has her eyes closed. As I looked at her I took in every curve of her. Jen has a tan, fit body with fantastic tits and gorgeous legs.
In an effort to put distance between my hard on and her feet, I adjust my body, nervously cough, and push her feet away. This lasts about 2 minutes. Jen then adjusts her body and her foot lands right up against my dick. She looks at me and asks, “Are my feet giving you a hard on?” “No!” I replied. “It’s just been a while since I’ve been this close to a woman.” “Sure”, she says sarcastically and begins to press her foot against my hard dick. “Then this shouldn’t bother you then.” Jennifer begins to slowly rub her nylon encased foot up and down my shaft. I let her do this for about a minute or two before I give in and twist my body around so that I’m leaning against the arm rest of the sofa. Jen proceeds to give me jerk my cock with both feet. She seems to be thoroughly enjoying it because she is moaning along with me. I reach down and caress her feet while she works on my cock. Eventually, I explode in my pants. I have cum like never before and it seems like I spasm for a good minute or so. Jen keeps her feet pressed against my dick until the last spurt of cum pulsates out.
When she is sure I’m done, Jen looks at me and says, “My turn!” She lifts her hips up and pulls her dress up over them. It turns out the hose are actually stockings and they are accompanied by a black thong. Jen leans forward, grabs my hands and pulls me toward her. When I’m bent over far enough, she takes my head and begins to push it towards her pussy. I adjust my body so that I can follow her lead. She then pulls the thong aside and soflty leads my face to her shaven body. Her smell is a sweet, musky odor and I immediately dive right in. Her slit is already sopping wet and ready for more. I lick all over her, from her clit to her folds. Jen has placed her feet on my back and is furiously humping my face trying to get every sensation. I place my hands up under her ass and lift her up slightly. I then trace down from her pussy to her asshole. She lets out a deep throaty moan as I encircle the hole. I quickly make my way back up to her clit and go to town while leaving a finger to finish playing with her ass. Jennifer gets into this rythm and before I can brace, she is bucking wildy from an intense orgasm. I leave my tongue pressed hard agaisnt her clit as she rides through it.
As she begins to settle down and regain some composure, she reaches down and pushes my head away. Jen gets up off the sofa, takes the thong off, adjusts the nylons so that the seam is straight, wiggles the dress back down over her hips, slips her shoes back on and asks, “Are we gonna finish this at your place or mine?”

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Monica becomes a sub III – Advanced training

Monica wakes up
I wake up with a huge smile on my face thinking about yesterday, how much I’ve learned about sex and love, and how much more was to come that I didn’t even know existed. My master will teach me everything he wants me to know. Anticipation has stirred a delicious wetness in my pussy. I hurry downstairs to fix coffee so it will be ready when he comes down.
“Good morning little whore. How did you sleep?”
“The best I have in ages, Sensei, thank you.” I put a cup of coffee in front of him.
“Have your coffee, we have things to do today.”
“Your bitch can’t wait, Sensei.”
When we get to the living room he goes to the box he brought home yesterday and takes something out. It’s a dildo about 8 inches long and fat. It looks just like a cock with veins and a large head. It has a suction cup on the base. He spits in the cup and then pushes it down on the floor so that the dildo stands straight up.
“Come over here slut. Now spit in your hand and lubricate the head. Then squat down and slide it in your cunt until it’s all the way in then stop.”
I kneel over the dildo, spit in my hand, rub it on the head like it’s real, and lower myself down until it’s buried deeply in my pussy. God, that feels good. Now I hold the position and wait. He reaches between my legs and turns it on!! This is even better – it vibrates!!
“Now cum whore do not move. You will need my permission to move and when you ask you must be explicit in why you want to move or cum. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sensei.” I mumble but I’m not sure I understand.
He goes to his chair, sits down, and pays no more attention to me. The feeling is incredible so I just close my eyes and think about yesterday’s punishment and everything else that happened. That was a mistake. It’s made the sensations of the vibrating cock even more delicious and all I want to do is rip it off the floor and ram it in and out of my cunt until I flood the floor with cum. Does he want me to surrender quickly or make him proud by holding out? I don’t know but I’m almost past thinking clearly. I can feel master’s beautiful cock going in and out of me last night and that’s all I can think of. That makes it worse still. Sweat is breaking out on my forehead and on my chest and starting to roll down. There’s no such thing as time anymore and I have no idea how long this thing has been vibrating in me. I want to cum but not before I’ve had a chance to feel this thing banging between my swollen cunt lips a thousand times.
“Please, Sensei, may I fuck myself now and cum?”
“Not explicit enough.”
Shit fuck piss and Goddamn!!
“Sensei, please. I want to ram this poor excuse for a cock in and out of my cunt until it hurts. I want to fuck myself with it until I spray cunt juice all over the floor and then I want to lick it up while I cum again.”
“The dildo is not to move. You must move up and down on it to fuck yourself and then you may cum.”
I didn’t waste a second before I let my thighs lift me off of the vibrator until it almost fell out. That was a mistake I wasn’t gonna make. Then I slammed back down on it and rose as fast as I could to repeat the feeling. Everything was vibrating now; my tits, my asshole where I’d removed the plug last night, and my pussy. I could feel it building but had no concept of how forceful it would be. I fucked myself with demon fury and let it build. It hit when the cock was as deep as it would go but not as deep as I wanted it. My whole body convulsed until I thought cum would shoot out of my nipples and asshole and I kept fucking myself. I couldn’t help it; I couldn’t stop. Neither did the orgasm. I thought I would shake until my body fell in pieces but I kept ramming that devil’s dick in and out. Finally the shaking stopped and I was nothing. My body could no longer support itself and I slumped to the floor. I heard the suction cup pop as it was pulled from the floor – it was still in me but I couldn’t move. I could feel the fake cock being pulled out of me – master. Somehow I got turned back around and saw the puddle I’d left. I must have squirted because there was quite a lot. I’ve never squirted in my life. I managed to stick out my tongue and lower my head enough to clean up my own cunt juice. It smelled like sex and anything to do with sex I wanted. I inhaled it as I licked and started to cum again. I was moaning. Before I could finish I had another small orgasm.
“Very nice my little sex slave. For you are, almost now, a slave to sex. Now when you’re able to move, bring that big beautiful ass upstairs and let’s get you cleaned up.”
When I finally was able to stand and move I went up to the bathroom. I was told to get in the bathtub and kneel. When I did, master got in and faced me. I thought I was going to get to suck his cock again but then he started to piss on my chest and then aimed it at my pussy. This is disgusting, I thought. But then I thought, no, master is giving me more of his juice and it is to be savored. It was very warm and began to feel good. God, is there anything I won’t do? No, there isn’t.
“On my face, please Sensei.”
The stream hit my face and it was wonderful. I tasted it and that was wonderful. It was in my hair and I could feel the warmth on my scalp. I opened my eyes to watch the stream come and I followed it back with my mouth and engulfed the head of his cock. The stream has slacked but I swallowed all that was left. I’m depraved and I love it! Master lies down, has me squat over him, and tells me to piss on his chest and groin. I squat but I’m afraid to piss. Piss of my master? I can’t do it.
“Smack that pussy ‘til you piss bitch.”
I start to smack my pussy but other than it feeling good nothing happens. I keep spanking it while spreading the lips wide open and then I feel the first trickle. Then it becomes a stream and then a torrent. I piss my way from his chest to his cock and balls and I love it. When the stream starts to lessen he nods at my clit. I start to rub it and damned if I don’t cum again. We get up and turn on the shower. We soap each other and I pay particular attention to his cock and balls. His cock hardens in my hand as he grabs me by the shoulders and spins me around to face the other way. I bend over a little and put both hands against the shower wall. I feel the head of his big prick nudge my swollen pussy lips and push forward and I’m in heaven again. He slams it in to his balls but then withdraws. I feel his hands on my ass cheeks as he spreads them apart and I can feel the big head poking at the little hole. I’ve never had a cock in my ass just the butt plug yesterday. He pushes the head in and stops. It burns but it’s not unbearable. Soon the pain I’ve come to enjoy turns to pleasure but he still doesn’t move. I’m dying to feel the entire length but I’m afraid to ask because he may have his own plan. Then it occurs to me that he’s waiting for me to give him my final hole. I push my hips back until I have some of the shaft in and the pain/pleasure only increases with the thickness of the shaft in me. I fuck myself on what I have and continue to push back further with every move until finally I feel his balls slap my cunt. I’m shaking all over.
“Please, Sensei, fuck me now. Tear that ass up and make me scream. Fuck me hard, abuse me, make me cum.”
He withdraws until just the head is in me, slaps my ass – hard, and plunges back in deep. There will be no gentleness in this but I don’t want any. I want my virgin ass ruined and I want the pain.
“Slap that ass and fuck it hard!! I want to feel you spray my bowels with jets of your seed. Fuck me, fuck me, please just don’t stop fucking me.”
The assault continues and the slaps rain down on both cheeks. I start to shake and know it won’t be long before I erupt again. I’m almost convulsing now but I feel his cock leave my ass. Then it slams straight back in until I feel it in my stomach and I feel myself squirt again. I’m cumming so hard I’m afraid I’m going to collapse and lose contact. I’m still squirting when I feel his meat deep in my bowel and the jets of his cum shoot deep inside me. He’s still slapping my ass and I can’t stop cumming and squirting. When he takes his cock out of me I fall to my knees because I can no longer stand up.
“Clean me slut.”
“I am a slut. I’m your slut, your whore, your skank, your fuck toy. And I’ll do anything you ask.”
I turn around and greedily take his cock in my mouth. The taste of my own asshole is slightly repugnant but the more I lick and suck the more I love it. I let his cock slide out of my mouth and lick his beautiful balls. When he steps out of the shower I fall to my hands and knees and try to catch my breath.
“Clean yourself up now pig and then come back downstairs. Enemas also. Then dress but no panties or bra.”
I take a leisurely shower and make sure I’m thoroughly clean. I give myself two enemas and cum during both of them. I wonder “how can he know exactly which of my buttons to push and exactly when?” The answer is, “who gives a fuck?”
When I get downstairs he tells me we’re going shopping so off we go in the car. I don’t know what we’re shopping for or where we’re going but when I need to know he’ll tell me. He pulls in and parks at a little strip mall and takes me into a shop that sells women’s clothes. All the clothes, however, look like they’re made for hookers and strippers. He talks to the slutty little girl behind the counter but I can’t hear what is said and she takes us to a rack at the back of the store. What hangs there looks like tubes of elastic material. He asks me my size, I tell him, he hands me a black one, and tells me to try it on – right there! The little girl slut smiles and I feel my face flush with embarrassment but I look defiantly in her whore face and strip. She devours my big body with her eyes and licks her lips. Ok, bitch, you wanna play? I spread my legs slightly and rub my hand down my stomach and down between my legs as if I’m doing it unconsciously. I rub my hand over my pussy lips and see her shift her weight back and forth and rub her thighs together. Then I take the tube dress, put my feet through the bottom, and slide it up my legs slowly, making sure that I wiggle my hips and ass suggestively. Before I pull it up over my tits I give each of them a nice squeeze, look right at her and lick my lips. She let out a moan and turned and walked back to the counter. Fuck you, whore! I pulled it up over the tits and turned to look in the full length mirror. Holy Shit! I looked hot if I do say so myself. Every round curve I have was highlighted by the elastic. The hem fell about three inches below my pussy but if I pulled it down it would pop off my tits. Looking at master’s smile I guess that was the point. Now it was my turn to have some fun.
“Excuse me miss, could you help me for a minute?”
When she walked up she was visibly flustered and I could see the wet spot in the crotch of her shorts. I hope I interrupted her in the middle of spanking that little cunt.
“Could you help me get out of this thing? I’m afraid I might rip it.”
“Uhhh, yeah I guess. What do you want me to do?”
“Just help me slide it back down, OK?”
“Umm ok.”
“Just grab it here on top of my breasts and pull down while I get it from the sides.”
She curled her fingers inside the top of the dress high on my chest and started to pull down. I slowed her down by holding the sides up but she didn’t realize it. When I was ready I let the side down slowly and made her anticipate every inch of my big round tits as they were revealed. When we got it just above my nipples I slowed it down even more but didn’t let it stop. This caused the backs of her fingers to rub my nipples as they went. When they finally popped out they were hard and looked like long pencil erasers. She gasped, then moaned, and started rubbing her thighs together like she was trying to start a campfire. When we got to my hips I had her grab the material on my hips and I took the middle. She had never taken her eyes off of my body all the way down. She had to squat down a little to keep going so when the dress got just below my pussy, I thrust my hips forward slightly and I knew she could smell me.
“Oh shit, oh God lady I gotta go.” And she jumped up and ran into the back room.
My master was almost doubled over laughing and he just looked at me and said “Well played.”
As we walked out arm in arm I could hear loud moaning coming from the back of the store. Who’s the slut now, slut? We went to a shoe store down the street and he bought me platform high heels that really showed off my hefty legs.
When we got home I fixed us both a strong drink and master told me that he had an assignment for me that I was to carry out that night or successive nights if I wasn’t able to complete the assignment tonight. He told me that I wasn’t to feel bad if I didn’t succeed on the first try. Completing the assignment might be difficult on the first try but he knew that I would eventually be successful. He then explained in great detail what the assignment was, how I was to carry it out, and what would probably happen when I got home. He told me to go take a short nap and get rested for my night’s activities. When I woke up I showered again and got ready. I was very careful with the makeup because I wanted to enhance the slutty look but in a subtle way. I didn’t want to look like a hooker or it would make the job so much harder. When I went downstairs master was smiling and gave me an appreciative whistle. He had me turn slowly to show off everything and said he loved it and had less and less doubt about my success. He put my dog collar on to complete the outfit. He kissed me passionately, smacked me on the butt, and told me to go.
Monica’s assignment
My assignment was to attract another woman and then seduce her into coming home with me. I was to tell her who and what I was and that I lived with my master. I was not allowed to hire a prostitute or pick up some old skank off the street. The woman must be high end and, if possible, pleasantly plump like me. That wasn’t a requirement but he said that if the woman was attractive to me then she’d do. I headed the car towards downtown but had no idea what kind of place to look in. A bar? No, not any street bar. Too many skanks. Then I thought, what about a hotel bar? A fairly upscale hotel that wasn’t too high end but possibly had business women there for the night or longer. I decided to head out towards the airport and try the hotels around there.
I pulled into a chain hotel and had the valet park the car. I gave him a good look at my thighs when I got out as sort of a pre-tip. I found the bar and sat at the bar and ordered a glass of wine. I spent the next two hours refusing money for sex and the smoothies who just wanted to talk their way into my pants. Strike one.
I gave the valet a nice tip and a kiss on the cheek before I pulled out and headed to another hotel down and across the street. An hour later after a repeat of the many offers from the first place I finished my wine and was about to swing off the stool when I saw a woman approach out of the corner of my eye. She was headed straight for me so I ignored her and had the bartender refill my glass. I couldn’t get a good look at her body yet but she did seem attractive. She had on a navy pants suit and button up cream colored silk blouse. She sat on the stool next to me and ordered a drink but I still paid no attention to her. I wanted her to make the first move as master had instructed. I sipped my wine and heard her clear her throat and turn toward me.
“Hi, my name’s Didi, what’s yours?”
“Oh hi, my name’s Monica. Nice to meet you.” We shook hands and I thought she held mine a little longer than necessary.
“I just came from a boring business meeting and decided I needed a drink. How ‘bout you?
“Oh, I was just out driving and thought a glass of wine would be nice so I stopped here.”
“Do you come here often?”
“No, first time. I don’t go to bars as a rule but I just wasn’t ready to go home yet.”
“Ah yeah I get that way too sometimes. Ummm could I ask you a kinda personal question?”
“Well, ok, as long as I have the option not to answer if I think it’s too personal.”
“Sure, absolutely. I was wondering about that thing around your neck. Is that what I think it is?”
“It’s a dog collar. I’m a submissive.”
“I’m not sure I understand. Submissive to what?”
“To my master of course. My Sensei.”
“Your Sensei??”
“My teacher or master.”
“I’m still not quite getting this. What do you submit to and what does he teach you?”
“I submit to any and all wishes of my master and he teaches me how to be the best sub I can be.”
“What kind of wishes?”
“Mostly sexual but I serve him in many ways.”
“Oh shit. I’ve heard about people like you but I never thought I’d meet one. I’m intrigued! Tell me more.”
“First tell me Didi, why did you come over to me tonight?”
“Well, I just thought we could keep each other company and have a conversation.”
“That’s not true, is it?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Isn’t it true that you are attracted to me and thought it might lead to something?” I put my hand on her arm and looked straight into her green eyes.
“I thought no such thing and I resent you saying that.”
“Well then. It was nice talking to you and I hope you have a great night. Goodbye.”
“No, wait. I admit I was a little attracted to you but I’m not really like that and wasn’t exactly thinking about where it might lead.”
“Not like what, Didi. Have you ever been with a woman before?”
“Well no but I’ve thought about it I guess. Haven’t you?”
“Of course I have but have never been in that situation. Stand up and let me look at you, Didi.”
She stood and I swiveled my stool so we were facing each other and my knees were on her thighs. I took her hands in mine and turned her slightly each way. She was heavy but carried it well on her tall frame. Her breasts were smaller than mine but still a handful and her hips were nicely rounded down to what looked like sturdy legs that were hidden by her slacks. She had red hair that set off those green eyes. I told her to turn around and she complied. Nice ass! The easy way she allowed me to manipulate her made me wonder if she had some of the same thoughts that led to my place as a submissive. If she did, she was fighting them. I decided on a small test.
“Sit, Didi.” She did immediately and I leaned over and whispered in her ear…..
“Tell me what you want to do with me Didi.”
“Well I’m not exactly sure. I do have a strong desire to kiss you though.”
“Do it then.”
She looked around to see if anyone was paying any attention to us and then leaned forward and kissed me hesitantly but held it for a few seconds. I had my hands on her thighs and was squeezing gently. Her breathing became deeper and heavier as she backed off.
“Did you like that Didi?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes Monica. I liked kissing you a lot.”
“Would you like to do other things with me, baby?”
“I think so, Monica. I’m just not sure. I’m confused and I don’t know what I want. I thought I was hetero but I was attracted to you so now I wonder if I’m bi. I don’t know.”
“Would you like to come home with me and see where it goes?”
“But what about your master? I’m not sure I’m ready for a threesome and I’m really not sure I want to be a submissive.”
“Why don’t we go home and talk with him and you just listen to what he has to say. If you don’t like our lifestyle then I promise you he’ll leave us alone and I’ll take you to my room and make love to you. You’d like that wouldn’t you baby?”
“Yes Monica. I want you to make love to me. I don’t understand it but I do.”
“I think we’ll be able to answer all your questions and uncertainties Didi. Shall we go and see?”
“Yes Monica. Aside from being with you I’d like to get some answers about myself. Not knowing is killing me.”
“Of course it is precious. Now, kiss me again like you mean it Didi and don’t look around first – just do it.”
Holy shit! This bitch can kiss. She tongue fucked my mouth and I let my hands slide further up her thighs. I could feel the heat in the crotch of her pants and I knew her panties were soaked. I took one of her hands and slid it up my thigh but stopped short of my pussy. She finally broke the kiss and I stroked her cheek.
“Come with me little girl and I promise you’ll never regret it.”
It was time to bring the prize home to meet the master.
Next: Didi meets Sensei and has a decision to make.

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The Breeders Life

War and death come to us all in the end, in an effort to increase the population and bring about a new age of prosperity, the government of the once great Amercian nation bring in new laws, women’s rights takes a knock and the world rejoices in its renewed efforts of existence. Who cares what a woman wants anyway, they like everyone else have a job to do.

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KCA&B Pt. 3 – My Wild Irish Mo

Pete here again, bringing you up to speed. If you haven’t read the previous installments of the KCA&B series don’t worry. The stories are not chronological and can be read in any order. But you should know the foundation for the tales. The are reminiscences of my time as a teenager, working in a law office in Miami, during the 1970’s. This employment garnered me a lot of opportunities for sex.
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Due to the high caliber of our attorneys and cliental, the clerical staff at Kennedy, Carle, Ames and Buchanan tended to be older than I. As a lowly ‘gopher’, my job did not require me to have any professional experience, which made it different from most positions.. Our firm did not hire secretaries just out of school, instead demanding a substantial and and commendable degree of employment history/ Consequently, the age range for these ladies ran from 29 up to 50-something. However there was one other job that allowed KCAB to deviate from that experience policy; that of legal assistant or paralegal. That position could be filled by a promising candidate attending the School of Law at the University of Miami. Which is how I made the acquaintance of Miss Maureen O’Conner. About six months after I started at KCA&B the firm hired Maureen (Mo to her friends) in just this capacity. She was in her second year of law school and at 24, was a bit closer to my own age.
Mo was a lively, funny girl and was a good friend to me at work. She’d was a Buffalo native who’d done her under-grad work a SUNY campus near her home. Mo was overweight but in a funny, bell shaped way. Aside from her huge tits, her upper half gave no hint to the widening that lay below, She was a pretty red head with long straight hair that she wore to her waist. Her eyes were a delightful greenish hue and she had a mole just above her lips, on her right side. It was a distinction I found kind of sexy. Her best feature though was her gregarious and winning personality. Mo was simply, balls-out fun to be around.
Mo also loved to party. If your aim was to get as fucked up as possible, then Miami was a good place to be. It was a worldwide import destination for illegal drugs and finding quality merchandise was not really a problem. In a manner stereotypical to her Irish background, Mo could handle her intoxications very well. No matter how intensely she imbibed the night before, she was still able to do all her work tasks with commendation. Similarly, her school work was exemplary as well.
With regard to intoxicants I’m funny, well at least in comparison with most of my friends. I never really developed a taste for recreational doping. Oh sure, I might take a sociable toke from a joint now and again but it was never a habit. Nor did I do much boozing. If I did drink it was maybe a couple of beers. This was a trait that made me love Mo’s parties even more, because her soirées had booze and drugs to spare. That left me a sober predator among a field of intoxicated college girls. I took advantage of that scenario as often as I could.
Perhaps the most memorable of these occasions was my very first. Mo and her classmates had just spent a grueling week of mid-term exams and they were ready to blow off some steam. Now even though we were close as co-workers, that didn’t automatically qualify me for membership in the celebrations with her school crowd. No my inclusion came quid pro quo. As a native she correctly reckoned that I would have a good connection for drugs. You want me to score some good shit for your gathering? Well it damned better include me an invite. As usual, my friend Wayne hooked me up with a nice variety of drugs, including weed, hash, ‘ludes and coke.
Mo actually asked me to drop by early and help her get ready for the party. I went along to the liquor store to help her select and haul the necessary stockpile. We loaded up with a vast array of alcohol. Beer. wine, vodka, gin were all stacked in our cart. Perhaps I should mention that Mo’s family had big bucks and that they not only supplied her with funds for room and board, she also got a generous allowance. So while the bill at the spirits shop seemed exurbanite to me, it was well within her means.
On an endcap she saw that they had a special on tequila.
“Aw shit” she exclaimed.
“What?” I responded.
She was eyeballing the wares and told me. “Man, maybe I shouldn’t”
“How come?” I asked her.
“This shit gets me crazy and horny” was her reply.
I laughed and said “Well that’s a good combo isn’t it?”
She smiled, nodded and put 3 bottles in our cart.
Mo lived in an off-campus apartment complex that mostly housed other, wealthy U of M students. That worked out particularly well for parties. Your neighbors were of a like mind and nobody complained if things got a little wild. She was pretty tight with all the neighbors on her floor and the event would include four other apartments.
Folks began to wander in about 6:30 and by 9 o’clock things were pretty crowded. There was a hedonistic vibe throughout. Loud music, laughter, drinking, drugging and making out was on the agenda for all. And everything was going on without a care for admonishment.
Even though I didn’t know anyone besides Mo, the atmosphere supplanted my normal condition of shyness. I wandered from apartment to apartment eyeing up the hot chicks and looking for a suitably inebriated gal to put a move on. I found a cute little blonde thing that was giggling away with a couple of her girlfriends. I simply walked up, inserted myself into their conversation and put on all the charm I could muster. Blondie was enjoying my attention and when I began to get ‘touchy/feely’ with her, she made no protests. I went in for a kiss and she was happy to engage with me. Without any consideration that we were in a lighted, crowded room, I boldly fondled her. Her tits were on the small size… a plusfor me as I find a petite bosom sexier that a full figure. Her response was to pull me closer and dry hump me.
“Wanna fuck?” I blatantly asked her, She nodded in the affirmative. She took my hand and lead me to a bedroom. There was already a couple screwing like bunnies on the bed, so we lay down on the carpeted floor, beside it.. She was wearing a skirt and I reached under to remove her panties. Her snatch was sopping wet and my cock was fully erect. I fucked her hard, driving her ass to the floor. Her appreciative sighs were the soundtrack to my ardor. Despite this I made the conscious decision that I’d do my best not to cum. My plan was to have as much sex as I could that night and not retire early. I felt myself close to climax, so I withdrew. Instead I provided her with an enthusiastic demonstration of my oral gifts. With regard to my cuntlapping method, I start by utilizing a variety of techniques to ascertain what the gal likes best. This delightful minx enjoyed having the side of her clit rapidly flicked by my tongue, concurrent with my thumb in her twat and my finger in her ass. I was happy to service the young lady for a long time…perhaps a half hour…who knows. I do know that she came more than once. After the sex, I helped her to her feet. I took her to the living room, set her down on the couch and got her a beer. Then I left, never learning her name and with her soaking panties in my back pocket.
Through the rest of the evening I was successfully able to chart a similar course of action with other young ladies. A couple were all into the making out but resisted having sex. But I was able to fuck two other chicks. I maintained my policy of avoiding orgasm and with bringing off my lovers with my tongue. I gotta admit though that Blondie was by far the cutest of my paramours.
It must have been one-ish when I found myself back at Mo’s apartment. Things still active but they had had begun to taper off. Then I heard: “Whooo, Whoo… all aboad!”. It was coming from Mo’s bedroom. When I got there I saw my friend and hostess, spread naked on her bed. At her side was a half empty bottle of tequila.
“who is fuckin’ first?’ she slurred out. A line of horny dudes had formed and I realized that she was getting her slut on…inviting a gangbang for all takers.
Because I knew her, this licentious state aroused me no end. It also inspired a flash of perverse genius in my mind. I quickly went down to my car and removed from my trunk, my 35mm camera. I wanted souvenirs of Mo’s wanton exhibition.
When I returned, their was a hugely endowed brutha’ in mid fuck. At the same time she was sucking off another dude. I gazed hypnotized by her undulating form. Her pendulous breasts glistened with sweat. As I said before, big titties are wasted on me. In fact, I must admit that I found her’s even less so than normal because of their appearance. Her areolas were huge… as big as silver dollars… and their color was only a shade darker than her flesh. Pale pink in a sea of white. There were also bumps beside her nipples, which I usually found unsightly. However I did appreciate her long and erect nipples.
Her thighs were fucking huge and I’d bet that if you measured her hips, that they’s be at least 40 inches. Departing my mesmerized state I started snapping pictures.
The guy in her mouth pulled out and unloaded all over her face. Seconds later his phallus was replaced by another. Then the black guy finished off inside her. As he removed his schwantz, the jizz poured out of her gaping cunt. Again, another taker soon replaced him in that orifice. A couple fellows were happy to simply wad off onto her nude body.
The sight became too erotic for me to simply take photos, so I got in the line for her hot and sexy mouth. I face fucked my friend hard, my balls slapping her cheek, before I too pulled out to decorate her lovely countenance with my spooge. After I came, I quickly dipped my pecker back into her mouth in order to create a ‘Kodak moment’.
Before long I’d counted at least 20 guys, who along with me, had used her. Her face and tits wore semen like a glaze. Both her hair and pubes were matted with floods of viscous cum. A lake of sperm had pooled beneath her reddened vagina. By 3 AM Mo was passed out but that didn’t seem to phase some of the party goers, who continued to get a sloppy fucking from her abused snatch.
The fuck session finally ended. Sure I had been a party to it but unlike the others, I had some sympathy for her. I went to the kitchen and bathroom where I fetched a small pail, some warm water a washcloth and towels. Then I cleaned her up as best as I could. God knows how much man-juice was still lodged inside her, so I looked in her medicine cabinet. There I found a box of tampons. I inserted one inside her to draw out the fluid. It took 4 of ‘em before I could finally get one to come out clean.
I was tired but still made the effort to try to clean the apartment up. It was too much to complete, but I made a healthy start. Even with Mo’s amazing constitution, I felt sure that she’d be hung over and sore when she’d awaken.
It was getting near dawn. I ultimately decided that I was far too beat to head home. I thought to myself, “what the hell” and I simply got naked, curled up with Mo and drifted off to sleep.

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POW 2

POW 2
Crack! I awoke to a whip snapping on my bottom early the next morning. I’d slept in the guestroom, and at some point in the night, the blanket had slid halfway across onto the floor. I jolted awake, unsure of where I was at first, then got to my knees on the floor as my Master had instructed.
He set the whip down and walked over to me. “Good boy,” he said affectionately. “You can get up now.”
I rose to my feet, hands at my sides. He walked around me, seeming to inspect my body. My face reddened, but my cock hardened under his lecherous gaze. “You really do have a nice body,” he told me. He ran his fingers up my barely perceptible six-pack causing a gasp to slide through my lips.
His hand wandered around my hip as he continued to wind circles around me. Eventually it came to rest lightly on my buttock. He gave a light squeeze and smiled. My cock was fully hard now, and begging for attention. It’d been two days since I’d masturbated, the longest I could remember having gone. He squeezed harder, his fingernails digging slightly into my skin. “Oh god,” I moaned at the sensation.
“Time to train you a bit more.”
“Yes Master.”
“Up on the bed, on your stomach. Hands behind your back.”
I quickly did what he told me to, my hard cock pressing into the sheets. I heard rustling behind me, but didn’t turn to look. A few seconds later the bed dipped as be climbed on. He lifted my wrists together, and I felt him wind rope around them, completing an effective cinch in little over a minute. It made me especially horny to know how quick he could get me helpless.
“Ah, let’s test that youthful body, shall we?” I had no idea what he had in store so I remained silent. I felt him slide some sort of loop over my wrists, then slide it up to my elbows. I was still clueless until I felt it tighten.
“Oh jesus,” I breathed as he cinched my elbows tight to the point where they were almost touching. The move made it so that my chest jutted out and lifted my head off the bed. I tried to test the bonds, but my arms didn’t move. He set to work on my ankles, tying them together as well.
In no time he was looping a rope around my ankle and wrists bonds. He started to tighten it, bringing them closer together. A hogtie.
“How mean do I want to be,” he debated aloud with himself. “I think pretty mean,” he concluded. I felt my legs being drawn upwards until my hands and feet were touching. He tied it off.
He moved to the front of the bed, and I realized for the first time that he was naked. He sat spread legged, leaning against the headboard, a foot or two from me. He already had a raging hard on. My eyes homed in on it, his shaved manhood making me salivate.
“Well don’t just lie there, come and get it.”
I tried to move, and was stymied by the rope. After a substantial amount of wiggling, I found I was able to sort of inch forward by leaning back and forth. After several minutes, I was able to position myself so my nose was touching the shaft. He smiled and adjusted me into better position.
He placed both hands on my head. “Now I’ve got complete control. You did very well last night, but there are some things you can certainly improve upon. For example, you’re going to learn to deepthroat me. You ready to start?”
I nodded, “Yes master.”
He slowly guided my head down. I opened and wrapped my lips around his cock as it slid into my mouth. He brought me down a little past halfway and then stopped. “This is about where you made it to last night.” I looked him in the eyes and nodded slightly. “A good effort for a beginner…but I want more.”
“The key is just to relax and suppress your gag reflex. You’ll have to struggle, to concentrate hard to do it at first, but with time it will come naturally.”
I nodded again, and he began to slowly slide my head down. I could feel the tip poking its way towards my throat, and had to struggle hard not to gag the instant it touched my uvula. I felt his cock start to fill up the back of my throat. When it’s full diameter filled me, I gagged hard. Don rolled his eyes back with pleasure as my throat constricted on his cock. He slid my head back until I only had a few inches in my mouth and let me catch my breath.
After I nodded to him, he started pushing me back down. This time the sensations didn’t shock me as much. I barely flinched as his cock started filling up my throat, and I made it another half inch down before I started to gag. “Five inches, only one and a half to two more to go,” he encouraged me.
He let me up to catch another breath and began pushing me down once more. He brought me slowly back to where I’d gotten before, and paused for a moment, letting me get used to the feeling, then resumed my journey downward. By now his shaft was plenty lubricated with my saliva and slid in easier.
Before I knew it, my nose was nearing his stomach. He forced me the last half inch and held me there. I silently cheered in my head at my accomplishment, thinking those childhood days when I could fit my fist in my mouth must have helped me more than I’d imagined.
He sort of “flexed” his dick in my mouth, increasing the stress on my throat, and bringing a gag back. Instinctively, I tried to pull up, but he held me fast. I worked to get a handle of my mental state, trying to work through it. I partially succeeded, but he flexed again, sending me into another fit, albeit a smaller one. He held me tightly, and kept working at my until finally I began to pull things under control.
Breathing heavily through my nose, I managed to calm myself and get used to the feeling of his cock down my throat. When he was convinced I had things under control he moved his hands off my head and let me up. For the first time, I was allowed to pull completely off, leaving a line of drool from my mouth to the tip of his cock. I panted heavily, smiling at what I’d just accomplished, then after a few moments rest, dove back for some more.
I used my newfound talents to dive deep on him, still gagging a few times, but keeping it under control. He let me go for a few minutes, then grabbed my head once more. “Very good, it takes many people days or weeks to learn that skill. Now you can learn to suck me the way I like.”
He moved me up and down rhythmically. “I want you to suck me slowly, passionately moving up and down. I want it to be wet, but not too sloppy. Lot’s of tongue, and keep those lips wrapped tight. When I’m getting ready to cum, then you can speed up, but when I’m actually cumming, nice and slow so it oozes out onto your tongue, and my orgasm lasts longer.”
“You got all that down?” he grinned.
“Yes Master.”
He motioned to his cock. “Then blow me.”
I didn’t need to be told twice, taking my sweet time moving all the way up and all the way down his seven inch hard cock. I was getting more accustomed to feeling it slide in and out of my throat, even coming to enjoy the sensation of being filled. “A little faster,” he commanded. “Mmm, that’s it, good boy.” I found that if I leaned my head back as I came up, it heightened the sensation of my lips and tongue over his cock.
“Oh fuck yes,” he moaned. Taking that as my cue, I started to speed up. “Yes, yes, yes,” he said over and over. “Just like that,” he said as I about doubled my pace from before. I flicked my tongue out, licking him as I went down, making sure to run it firmly over his head as I came back up.
“Oh god,” he moaned, and I slowed down, concentrating my efforts on his head, moving up and down slowly, running my tongue in spirals over his cock. His dick kept on hardening as I slowly sucked him. I thought it was about to burst, then finally, cum started oozing out. I slowed even further, blowing him at almost an agonizing pace while the cum continued to dribble out of his cock. I made sure to take as much as I could on my tongue, relishing the taste and sensation of getting him off.
His orgasm lasted a full twelve seconds, and just about filled my mouth before he finally slid out of me. He put his hand lightly under my chin. “Show me.” I opened my mouth, pooling his massive wad of jizz on my tongue. He smiled at the sight. “Good boy, now swallow.”
Eagerly, I gulped it down, wincing slightly at the slimy feeling of it washing down the back of my throat, but loving the dirtiness of it. He got off the bed and cut me loose. I breathed a sigh of relief, stretching my sore arms and back.
“Freshen up a bit, we’re going for a hike.”
I wandered into the bathroom and started a shower. Climbing in, the water felt good against my aching muscles. I started to wash myself. Predictably my cock began to harden as I worked my way down my body. I soaped over it to clean it, but didn’t masturbate. I didn’t want to disappoint Don.
After about five minutes, I shut the water off, dried myself and walked into the living room. Don hadn’t emerged yet, so I sat down on the couch, cock still hard. Several minutes later he emerged wearing athletic shorts and a T-shirt and carrying a backpack.
He tossed it to me as I stood, and had me put it on. Grabbing his paintball gun, he aimed it menacingly and commanded, “march.”
I led the way out the side door into his yard. Before we headed down the path into the woods, he stopped. “Get on your knees and rub your face against my cock.” I looked at him for only a split second before I did as he told.
“Good boy,” he said when he let me get to my feet, “but I saw the hesitation.” He broke off a thin pencil wide branch about three feet long. “Spread your legs.” I did as I was told and interlaced my fingers behind my head. He gave me three hard whacks on my inner thighs before running the branch lightly down them. He gave a final one to my balls, causing me to half double over before I realized he hadn’t quite hit hard enough to hurt much.
“Keep walking.”
Every once in a while he would whack me on the ass with the stick, or prod me in the back or ass with his gun. He led me on a winding path through the woods for about an hour, mostly wasted because after fifteen minutes I had no bearings whatsoever.
Finally we reached a clearing and he allowed me to set the pack down on a tree stump in the center. There was a wooden ladder leading up to a hunting blind about fifteen feet up in the tree. There was scrapwood piled on one side, and what looked like the remnants of a dilapidated shed.
“Found this little area while exploring a few weeks ago, some hunter must have owned the land before me. Makes a real nice secluded place. It’s about at the center of the property. Believe me, there are no houses for miles.” That last sentence sent a tingle down my spine and up my cock.
He grabbed a pair of heavy duty leather cuffs with a chain link in the center and fastened them around my wrists. Unlike the other cuffs, these were wider and buckled shut. He then grabbed my arms and raised them over my head. He tied them off to a dangling rope that I must have missed coming into the clearing. I felt my arms being raised over my head by some sort of pulley system.
He pulled me taut, until I was on my tiptoes, then, to my surprise, didn’t stop. I gasped as the heavy duty cuffs supported my wrists and lifted me off the ground. He stopped when there was about a foot between my feet and the forest floor. I dangled there, swaying slightly while he removed my shoes and socks. He grabbed long lengths of rope and tied my ankles to trees on either side of me until I was completely spread.
He approached me slowly, smiling. He took my cock in his hand, prompting another helpless gasp from me, and started stroking me again. It only took him a few moments to get me close, to get me moaning. I was so turned on, and it’d been days since I’d cum. Just when I thought I was about to reach the tipping point, he stopped and smiled at me, knowing full well what he was doing to me.
I hung there, panting, trying to get a hold of myself. He grabbed a ball of twine and wound it a between my cock and balls and my body. He produced a small loop at the base of my cock, which he attached a thicker rope to. He walked out in front of me, pulling at the rope, forcing me to thrust myself forwards.
My body strained at the ropes in the uncomfortable position, bent, offering my bound cock out to him. He grabbed something and moved around behind me. I yelped as I felt the first slash across my ass. He whipped me 9 more times before moving forward to inspect his work.
“Some nice red stripes there,” he remarked. At this point I was frightened, though not in a whole lot of pain. He whipped me five more times, each one seeming to his the same spot on my ass. I started to yelp as the last one touched.
“Hurt?” he asked, tenderly rubbing the marks.
“Yes Master.”
“Well you’ve taken the pain admirably. Barely a peep out of you. How’s your cock?”
For the first time, my mind wandered back to the ropes that bound my manhood. The strain was painful, though not unbearable. I was more worried that permanent damage would be done to a rather important part of myself. “It hurts master.”
“I’ll bet your arms and legs are quite sore by now too.”
It was true, my shoulders and wrists were beginning to feel the strain of my weight, and my legs were cramping at being spread and stretched so tightly. I nodded at him. He walked around in front of me with the whip. I could see know that he’d removed his shirt.
“I think you look good suspended like this,” he told me, eyeing my young body. He tugged on my cock restraint some, causing my mouth to open, though no sound came out. After a few seconds, he gently let me back down. He moved closer to me, licking my cock and taking the head in his mouth. I’d have blown it right there were it not for the ropes that restrained my dick.
“Oh god,” I moaned as he sucked me for a few seconds then pulled off, leaving my cock glistening with the remnants of his spit.
“You like that?” He grinned.
“Yes Master.”
“You want to cum, its been two days, how bad do you want it?”
“Very badly Master.”
He stroked me a few more times. “Oh shit,” I panted each time his hand moved up and down. Like before, he stopped just before it felt like I was about to blow.
“What will you give me for it?”
“Anything Master,” I practically yelled.
“Anything?”
“Yes Master.”
He cut my cock and legs free. Still hanging there, I tried to stretch as best I could. A few seconds later, I felt myself being lowered and my feet touched the ground again. He released my arms, allowing me to stretch them, and work out the kinks that come with hanging for so long. I gingerly rubbed my back and ass. The marks were still there, and still ginger.
“Get on your knees and suck me while I figure out what I want to do with you,” he commanded me. I dropped down and crawled to him, sliding his shorts and boxers down to his ankles. He stepped out and flung them aside with his foot. I licked the bit of precum off his cock and took him in my mouth without hesitation.
I worked at going as deep as I could, as long as I could, strengthening my blowjob skills. I rested my hands on his thighs and buttocks while I bobbed my head up and down.
“Mmmm,” he moaned, “you’re getting very good at that.” He pulled me to my feet and walked me over near the pulley. He bent me over, allowing me to continue sucking his cock while he bound my wrists behind my back. Once the cinch was tightened, he attached it to the pulley, putting me in the strappado position.
My legs were spread once more, this time with a spreader bar. He tied my collar off to a tree in front of me, and ropes around my thighs held me to two trees behind me. I was bound in position, restrained against moving too far forwards or backwards.
His cock appeared before me once more, and I resumed my blowjob. “Yeah, get it nice and wet,” he commanded. I drooled all over him, giving him sloppy head. “Good boy,” he told me, pulling away once more.
I heard what sounded like some sort of tube opening behind me, and him slowly stroking his cock. Before I knew what was happening, my back stiffened as he slid a finger into my asshole. I writhed at the unexpected foreign invasion, but the ropes held me fast. I realized for the first time what a vulnerable position I was in.
“Relax,” he told me, sliding his finger in and out. “It’ll make it so much easier.”
I tried to breathe deeply, to calm myself. The truth was, I was incredibly aroused at my own helplessness and where this was all leading. He slid in another finger, and my eyes widened at the shock of being full.
He slowly slid them in and out, letting me get used to their girth. He twisted and turned his fingers as he thrusted him into me. I gasped as they found the spot inside me, and my dick grew impossibly harder. I tensed and strained against the ropes. He laughed softly at that.
“Feels good?”
“Oh god, yes Master.”
He prodded at me a bit more, then slid his fingers out. I gasped as they left me. He walked around in front, his cock waving inches from my lips.
“I want you to see what I’m going to do, to anticipate, to let your imagination run.”
He held it tauntingly close while he unwrapped a condom and slid it down his cock. My heart raced knowing that it was soon to be inside of me. He squirted some more lube into his hand and softly stroked himself. It made a slight squishing sound against the silence of the woods.
Finally, after a few moments, he moved around behind me. I waited in nervous anticipation, trying to prepare myself. It didn’t work as I gasped in shock and pulled against the ropes when the tip of his cock brushed against my asshole. My mouth opened wider and wider as he grabbed my hips and pushed further and further in.
No sound escaped my mouth as he filled me more than I thought possible. He pushed in all the way, and held it there for a moment. The feeling was indescribable, there was no small amount of pain, but still something else that made it worthwhile.
Gradually, as he remained still, my body adjusted to his cock inside of me. My muscles relaxed and the pain started to fade somewhat. He started to move slowly in and out. It hurt at first, torturing different muscles. I struggled to remain calm, and not tighten up and make things worse for myself.
As he kept a steady pace, I got more and more used to the sensation. The pain seemed to disappear as he continued to fuck me. Make no mistake, it was still present, but everything else took over. The submission at allowing him into me the pleasure at being full, and at his cock teasing the sensitive areas within me.
“Mmm,” he moaned, smacking my ass. I grinned at the pleasure I was giving Don, the way I was letting him use my body.
“Uh, uh, uh,” I grunted and moaned each time he plowed into me. His moans also grew louder and louder, as my tight asshole gripped his cock.
“Oh yeah,” he smacked me ass again, harder. I yelped happily at the pain and pleasure. “Fuck yes,” he rocked me harder against the bonds. A slight pain told me he was close as his cock swelled. He smacked and grabbed a handful of my ass as he blew his load inside of me.
“Ooh,” I moaned, surprised at the new warmth inside of me. His pace slowed considerably, milking himself into me. At long last he stopped and held his cock in me for a while before slowly sliding it out.
“Ugh God,” I moaned helplessly as it popped out and my previously filled ass closed quick. He walked around in front of me once more, his condom-less cock still covered in some cum and rapidly softening.
He offered it out to me and I gladly cleaned it off, savoring the salty taste of jizz as it hit my lips.
“What do you say?” he demanded.
“Thank You Master.”
“Good boy.”
My asshole throbbed, both with soreness, and pleasure, a longing to be filled again. He cut me loose, and I collapsed, tired and sore from the long tough bondage position.

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