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In my former life, I can recall dating a girl named Carmen. Carmen was a smart,
pretty young thing, just out of college. She gave wonderful blowjobs as I
recall. Carmen and I made a smart looking modern young couple. We had great
sex, as smart looking modern young couples do. I can even remember wild
thoughts running through my mind: serious relationships, future, even marriage!
Carmen was nice. Carmen was practical. But Carmen had a roommate….
Aeysha was the kind of girl, that in my former life, I didn’t like much at
all. Not that she wasn’t polite, but she had a kind of condescending way about
her. She gave off the signals, albeit covertly, that she didn’t care much for
me (or for any guy for that matter) and that Carmen would be better off without
me. Consequently, I tried my best to avoid speaking with Aeysha too much,
preferring to bring Carmen home with me as quickly as possible to do what
couples do. The few extended conversations that I ever had with Aeysha turned
into disagreements about men, women, feminism, etc. Aeysha was everything that
Carmen was not: Dark of hair, sarcastic, opinionated, quick-witted. I must say
that in retrospect, I was intimidated by Aeysha. She wasn’t exactly pretty,
but she had a very toned, hot body that she achieved through spending as many
diligent hours at the gym as her grad student schedule would allow.
As it happens, about two months into our relationship Carmen had to leave town
on short notice upon the death of her grandfather. She had called and left me
a message that she would be returning on that Saturday, and to pick her up at
her apartment, as she would be in the mood to have some fun. When I arrived at
her place however, I found only Aeysha.
“Oh hi, um…what’s up?”
“Is Carmen ready yet?”
“Carmen is Chicago until tomorrow.”
“She said she was coming back tonight.”
“No she’s coming back on Sunday.”
“Jesus…she left a message saying Saturday.”
“Well she must have said Sunday, because she’s not here.”
I asked Aeysha if I could come in to use the bathroom before heading back
home. She sighed and let me in. After I had used the facilities I passed her
in the living room on the way to the door. I got just as far as the door
handle.
“Oh, Bobbie?”
“Yes?”
“You didn’t say thank you for my allowing you to use the bathroom.”
What a bitch.
“Um…thank you Aeysha”
“That’s better. Now before you go, I was thinking that maybe we could get to
know each other a little better…”
“Well ok. What do you want to do? Have a drink or something?”
“I was thinking perhaps we could fuck each other’s brains out.”
“JESUS Aeysha. I’m dating Carmen. You know that!”
“Oh come on…it will be our little secret. Just once. I want to see for
myself what Carmen has been raving about. You do think I’m attractive, don’t
you?”
“Well yeah but…”
But.
But.
(Continued … )
Originally posted 2009-03-13 12:46:17. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
It is strange how every relation in life assumes a different face as
soon as a new person enters.
We spent marvellous days together; we visited the mountains and
lakes, we read together, and I completed Wanda’s portrait. And how
we loved one another, how beautiful her smiling face was!
Then a friend of hers arrived, a divorced woman somewhat older, more
experienced, and less scrupulous than Wanda. Her influence is already
making itself felt in every direction.
Wanda wrinkles her brows, and displays a certain impatience with me.
Has she ceased loving me?
Originally posted 2007-06-19 14:50:46. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Do you think she’s order those dogs to attack you? Would you like to be one of her pets?
Originally posted 2011-08-29 04:58:55. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
By Johnathon
I am a submissive male in a wonderful, loving relationship. I discovered my submissive nature nearly thirty years ago in college. What followed, was a hollow marriage of over twenty years to a woman who wouldn’t even consider the lifestyle.
Today, I am happily married to my second wife, who is slowly becoming accustomed to being dominant. But sometimes, I think back to how it all started, and just how natural it seemed at the time.
Robin was my girlfriend my freshman year of college. We’d met in summer classes, getting a head start before the real school year began. For a couple months we dated, eventually enjoying sexual intimacy in the small trailer my parents had purchased for my use as a home for my college years.
Robin lived in an apartment complex with two roommates, Becky and Carla.
In those days, I was well built, in good shape. Brown hair, good looking. But not very confident, kind of shy.
Robin was just a tad plump. But, she had the most gorgeous doe eyes, she could look at me and I would melt in them. Robin had not dated much, and like me, was a bit quiet and shy herself. I think, we felt comfortable together, no pressure to impress the other.
The day things turned for me, I was picking Robin up and she invited me in while she finished getting ready. It was late, I’d had a night class. Middle of the week. A warm, August night.
Her roommates were dressed in swim suits and heading out to the apartment complex pool. Becky was in a blue two piece, she was tall, maybe 5’7”, slender. Very small chested but in the swimsuit her ass looked great. Carla was a very small girl. 5’, couldn’t have weighed 100 lbs. She had on a black one piece.
While Robin finished getting ready they stayed inside and visited. Carla thought we should stay and go swimming. I told them I didn’t have a suit. Eventually Robin appeared and Carla wouldn’t quit talking about us going swimming with them. I couldn’t understand why Carla wasn’t getting it, I..didn’t…have…a suit!
As Carla pushed the issue, her voice took on a commanding tone. Robin just said, ”Ok.”, and without even asking me, she went back to her bedroom to change. I noticed Carla’s nipples bursting the fabric of her swimsuit. Becky had just stayed quiet the whole time. I honestly didn’t know what to think.
The pool was empty, the girls walked the steps into it. I had no idea what I should do next. Carla told me to get in. ”In my clothes?”
”Take them off.”
I looked at Robin, I saw an expression I hadn’t seen in her eyes. Those beautiful doe eyes were bright with fire! ”It’s ok.”
So I took my clothes off and swam with them. I was up against a wall of the pool, cuddling with Robin. Her big breasts looked great in the low cut green one piece. I was just getting used to the situation and thinking of bragging to my friends.
Becky and Carla got closer. They asked if Robin was going to share and the next thing I know I’ve got six hands touching me. Carla said she thought I’d make a nice housepet.
It was Becky who said, ”Let’s take him inside and teach him some tricks!” I was all for it.
Carla got out of the pool, grabbed my clothes and ran back to the apartment with them. The girls forced me to sneak from the pool, into the complex on the first floor,up a flight of stairs and down a long hallway in the buff.
Robin and Becky followed behind, laughing so loud I thought every door would open.
Inside, little Carla was all business. My clothes were no where in sight. The girls sat together on the couch and had me ”parade” and ”model” for them. Then, Carla took Robin into the bedroom for a ”chat”.
Alone, Becky seemed to lose her nerve, and told me to turn around so I wasn’t looking at her. But, as my back was facing her, she put her toes into the crack of my ass.
When Robin came back out, she told me that since I was ”her’s”, that I was to do what she said, or I could leave. Being so turned on I had pre-cum dripping already, I promised to do what she said.
She put me on the floor, on my back. She straddled my face, her swimsuit still on. I felt lotion being poured on my cock, and someone started stroking, I don’t know who, I couldn’t see.
I couldn’t believe how turned on Robin was getting. Before long, she was taking her swimsuit off. She sat in a chair and told me to eat her out.
Becky came over and forced my head into Robin. Carla put a lotioned finger up my ass.
Robin orgasmed. I had never experienced a woman having an orgasm until that moment. She pushed my head away and told me, ”Do them!”
Each in turn I ate Becky, then Carla. As I did, they were grabbing me and finger fucking me and each other.
When they were satisfied, Carla put me on my knees, and put my hand on my cock. She told me it was my turn. I took the hint and started jerking. As I did, she struck me on the ass.
She said to Robin, ”I want your boyfriend to be our housepet. And Robin promised her I would be.”
When I came, Becky and Carla laughed at me, called me a pervert. I actually felt myself grow hard again!
So, that was the night I learned I was a submissive. It all started out as play, got out of hand, and turned into something special.
Over the next few months, they made up many games. If any of them saw me on campus, they would take me to a secluded (if car seat, broad daylight is secluded) place and make me jerk. They all liked making me jerk for them.
There was never any intercourse except on dates with Robin. (We acted ”normal” on our dates.) They got off on my face, or with each other, or with toys.
Of course, eventually they got around to making me clean up, cook, the slave things.
They even came up with a uniform for me. A once piece pink leotard with a hole in front and back.
Becky’s favorite game was to fuck me with a vibrator while pinching my nipples. She would make me plead to be her pervert and come for her.
Carla learned somewhere, and taught me, to lay on the couch with pillows under my back, and throw my legs forward so I could suck my own dick. She loved to watch me swallow my own cum.
Robin and I broke up, her idea, after a few more months. But I was still to be the housepet. Carla decided to force Robin to submit as well and she and Becky would force us to fuck ”show”, as they called it, for them.
They’d tell us what to do and they would sit back and masterbate. They would have each of us eat them.
One night the girls, Becky and Carla…Robin was no longer allowed to speak, nor was I. The girls, decided to see how many times I could get off.
The had me jerk. After I came, they spanked me and fucked my ass until I was hard again and I had to jerk again. By the third time, I could no longer cum. But, my cock would lurch up and down, looking for something to spit out.
After the fifth time, I honestly believed I was spent. Carla had Robin take my soft cock into her mouth and suck it stiff again. It was the first time in their apartment that I had gotten a blow job.
I went soft again right after she took her mouth away. Carla lay me on the floor on my back and dropped to her knees just above my dick. She moved back and forth, inviting in to her. I was hard in a second.
I stroked again for the girls, with Carla just inches above it, sometimes dropping down to letting the tip touch her.
When I managed a drop of cum, she was so impressed she kissed me on the lips. She’d never done this before, either, and I fell in love with her right there.
I wanted to be her slave forever. But, the school year ended and we lost touch. The last girl I ran into was Becky, we were seniors n college by now.
Becky had become full blown lesbian. She said Robin called once in awhile, she was getting married. Becky couldn’t stand her ”man”, and expressed that she believed Robin was still into the submissive thing.
Becky asked if I still was. I said I wanted to be, but hadn’t found the right girl. I asked her about Carla. She said to get in line, but Carla was very expensive now.
Originally posted 2009-02-17 06:12:09. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
“That’s better,” she told me. Then she came over to me, and knelt beside me.
Gently she pushed her breast to my mouth. “Suck me” I was told. “Put your
arms around me. Hold me, and suckle my breast.” Hardly conscious of what I
was doing, yet knowing that with every moment that passed I was making
myself more dependent upon her, I obeyed. My arms went around Moira’s
shoulders, and she slid me on to my back like a baby so that she could feed
me her tit. Taking my weight on her thighs, she allowed me to suckle through
her bra. Then she slipped the nipple from under the material and pushed it
into my mouth. For a good five minutes I suckled gently. Gradually I came
round a bit. I still felt confused, but now instead of being frightened I
began to experience a sense of being comforted and cared for. A huge weight
seemed to ease from my mind. Moira did love me.
When, with her free hand, Moira began gently to stimulate my crotch, I
relaxed even more. There was no chance of cuming unless she removed the
girdle from me of course, but once again lust began to violate my senses.
All this time Lars had remained standing next to Moira. Now she sat me up
again, and reached for Lars’s penis. I was made to face Moira, who was now
sitting cross-legged, on my knees, with Lars standing almost over us.
Once more Moira made me lean forward and take her gorgeous, round, feminine
breast between my lips, this time through her bra again. After only twenty
seconds or so Moira reached out with one hand and grasped Lars’s limp cock.
I watched open-eyed as she manipulated his foreskin back and forth only
inches away from me. Gradually his manhood began to expand afresh. Before
his shaft could rear up too far, Moira took her free hand and held my head
to it’s nipple sucking task. Then with her other hand still on Lars she
guided his knob towards me. Slowly she rubbed his penis up and down on the
smooth material of her bra, first on the breast further from me, then
transferring his expanding shaft to the same globe I was suckling. Now his
knob was only an inch from my lips, indenting the same bra cup I was sucking.
“Remember,” Moira told me. “Lars wasn’t lying. We don’t want you to do
anything you don’t want to. But I love you, and I want you to suck Lars’s
cock to show me how much you love me! It’ll be an incredibly erotic sight
for me if you do it. I want to see you suck Lars for me. But I want you to
want to do it darling. It’s really quite enjoyable. Believe me, I’ve tried
it. I’m going to put Lars’s cock in your mouth now, so if you keep sucking
my tit that means you agree to sucking his cock, OK?”
Originally posted 2008-01-09 15:33:25. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
I was licking her boots when she said “Stop!”
“Sit up on your knees but keep your head bowed. Do not speak unless invited to.”
“For the next week you aren’t my lover. You aren’t my pet. You are my slave but that won’t be your title. Nor am I your Goddess. I am your Owner. You are my property.”
“What am I? Answer.”
“My owner.” She kicked my right knee.
“What are you? Answer.”
“Your property.” She kicked my left knee.
“If you had the proper mindset you wouldn’t be wondering why you were kicked. But I know you: you wonder why.”
“You will learn how to speak as property.”
“I forbid you to use pronouns or adjectives. You will use nouns and verbs. Nothing else.”
“You should have said ‘Owner, owner.’ Property can never say my because property has nothing. Never address your owner without using your owner’s title.”
“You probably think you should have said ‘Property’s owner.’ But property has nothing. You must say ‘Owner of property.” Never use the possessive.
“Unless I tell you to use other words. Spoken protocol may change by day or hour. I may call you many things. You exist only to please my whims.”
End of Part 3
Originally posted 2007-11-12 06:30:52. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Originally posted 2008-07-04 04:26:48. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Florence! Crowds, cries, importunate porters and cab-drivers. Wanda
chooses a carriage, and dismisses the porters.
“What have I a servant for,” she says, “Gregor–here is the ticket–
get the luggage.”
She wraps herself in her furs and sits quietly in the carriage while I
drag the heavy trunks hither, one after another. I break down for a
moment under the last one; a good-natured _carabiniere_ with an
intelligent face comes to my assistance. She laughs.
“It must be heavy,” said she, “all my furs are in it.”
I get up on the driver’s seat, wiping drops of perspiration from my
brow. She gives the name of the hotel, and the driver urges on his
horse. In a few minutes we halt at the brilliantly illuminated
entrance.
“Have you any rooms?” she asks the portier.
“Yes, madame.”
“Two for me, one for my servant, all with stoves.”
“Two first-class rooms for you, madame, both with stoves,” replied
the waiter who had hastily come up, “and one without heat for your
servant.”
She looked at them, and then abruptly said: “they are satisfactory,
have fires built at once; my servant can sleep in the unheated room.”
I merely looked at her.
“Bring up the trunks, Gregor,” she commands, paying no attention to
my looks. “In the meantime I’ll be dressing, and then will go down
to the dining-room, and you can eat something for supper.”
As she goes into the adjoining room, I drag the trunks upstairs and
help the waiter build a fire in her bed-room. He tries to question
me in bad French about my employer. With a brief glance I see the
blazing fire, the fragrant white poster-bed, and the rugs which cover
the floor. Tired and hungry I then descend the stairs, and ask for
something to eat. A good-natured waiter, who used to be in the
Austrian army and takes all sorts of pains to entertain me in German,
shows me the dining-room and waits on me. I have just had the first
fresh drink in thirty-six hours and the first bite of warm food on
my fork, when she enters.
I rise.
“What do you mean by taking me into a dining-room in which my
servant is eating,” she snaps at the waiter, flaring with anger. She
turns around and leaves.
Meanwhile I thank heaven that I am permitted to go on eating. Later
I climb the four flights upstairs to my room. My small trunk is
already there, and a miserable little oil-lamp is burning. It is a
narrow room without fire-place, without a window, but with a small
air-hole. If it weren’t so beastly cold, it would remind me of one
of the Venetian _piombi_. [Footnote: These were notorious prisons
under the leaden roof of the Palace of the Doges.] Involuntarily I
have to laugh out aloud, so that it re-echoes, and I am startled by
my own laughter.
Suddenly the door is pulled open and the waiter with a theatrical
Italian gesture calls “You are to come down to madame, at once.” I
pick up my cap, stumble down the first few steps, but finally arrive
in front of her door on the first floor and knock.
“Come in!”
I enter, shut the door, and stand attention.
Wanda has made herself comfortable. She is sitting in a neglige of
white muslin and laces on a small red divan with her feet on a
footstool that matches. She has thrown her fur-cloak about her. It
is the identical cloak in which she appeared to me for the first time,
as goddess of love.
The yellow lights of the candelabra which stand on projections,
their reflections in the large mirrors, and the red flames from the
open fireplace play beautifully on the green velvet, the dark-brown
sable of the cloak, the smooth white skin, and the red, flaming hair
of the beautiful woman. Her clear, but cold face is turned toward me,
and her cold green eyes rest upon me.
“I am satisfied with you, Gregor,” she began.
I bowed.
“Come closer.”
I obeyed.
“Still closer,” she looked down, and stroked the sable with her
hand. “Venus in Furs receives her slave. I can see that you are more
than an ordinary dreamer, you don’t remain far in arrears of your
dreams; you are the sort of man who is ready to carry his dreams into
effect, no matter how mad they are. I confess, I like this; it
impresses me. There is strength in this, and strength is the only
thing one respects. I actually believe that under unusual
circumstances, in a period of great deeds, what seems to be your
weakness would reveal itself as extraordinary power. Under the early
emperors you would have been a martyr, at the time of the Reformation
an anabaptist, during the French Revolution one of those inspired
Girondists who mounted the guillotine with the marseillaise on their
lips. But you are my slave, my–”
She suddenly leaped up; the furs slipped down, and she threw her
arms with soft pressure about my neck.
“My beloved slave, Severin, oh, how I love you, how I adore you, how
handsome you are in your Cracovian costume! You will be cold to-night
up in your wretched room without a fire. Shall I give you one of my
furs, dear heart, the large one there–”
She quickly picked it up, throwing it over my shoulders, and before
I knew what had happened I was completely wrapped up in it.
“How wonderfully becoming furs are to your face, they bring out your
noble lines. As soon as you cease being my slave, you must wear a
velvet coat with sable, do you understand? Otherwise I shall never
put on my fur-jacket again.”
And again she began to caress me and kiss me; finally she drew me
down on the little divan.
“You seem to be pleased with yourself in furs,” she said. “Quick,
quick, give them to me, or I will lose all sense of dignity.”
I placed the furs about her, and Wanda slipped her right arm into
the sleeve.
“This is the pose in Titian’s picture. But now enough of joking.
Don’t always look so solemn, it makes me feel sad. As far as the
world is concerned you are still merely my servant; you are not yet
my slave, for you have not yet signed the contract. You are still
free, and can leave me any moment. You have played your part
magnificently. I have been delighted, but aren’t you tired of it
already, and don’t you think I am abominable? Well, say something–I
command it.”
“Must I confess to you, Wanda?” I began.
“Yes, you must.”
“Even it you take advantage of it,” I continued, “I shall love you
the more deeply, adore you the more fanatically, the worse you treat
me. What you have just done inflames my blood and intoxicates all my
senses.” I held her close to me and clung for several moments to her
moist lips.
“Oh, you beautiful woman,” I then exclaimed, looking at her. In my
enthusiasm I tore the sable from her shoulders and pressed my mouth
against her neck.
“You love me even when I am cruel,” said Wanda, “now go!–you bore
me–don’t you hear?”
She boxed my ears so that I saw stars and bells rang in my ears.
“Help me into my furs, slave.”
I helped her, as well as I could.
“How awkward,” she exclaimed, and was scarcely in it before she
struck me in the face again. I felt myself growing pale.
“Did I hurt you?” she asked, softly touching me with her hand.
“No, no,” I exclaimed.
“At any rate you have no reason to complain, you want it thus; now
kiss me again.”
I threw my arms about her, and her lips clung closely to mine. As
she lay against my breast in her large heavy furs, I had a curiously
oppressive sensation. It was as if a wild beast, a she-bear, were
embracing me. It seemed as if I were about to feel her claws in my
flesh. But this time the she-bear let me off easily.
With my heart filled with smiling hopes, I went up to my miserable
servant’s room, and threw myself down on my hard couch.
“Life is really amazingly droll,” I thought. “A short time ago the
most beautiful woman, Venus herself, rested against your breast, and
now you have an opportunity for studying the Chinese hell. Unlike us,
they don’t hurl the damned into flames, but they have devils chasing
them out into fields of ice.
“Very likely the founders of their religion also slept in unheated
rooms.”
Originally posted 2007-06-19 15:24:58. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
Cum Eating Husband #3
By: Love My Wife
It had been two weeks since our road trip to Gail and Rick’s house. Though we had talked about out trip a number of times, another trip was never mentioned.
We had an uneventful week and both were looking forward to a quiet evening at home Friday night.
My wife arrived a little later than usual and obviously had something on her mind. I knew when the time was right she would tell me what it was. Dinner was fine, and we drank a little white wine as we cleared the plates and cleaned the dishes.
As everything was put away and I ventured into the television room she said, “Gail called, she wants us to come over at 9:30.”
I looked at her and my stomach fluttered.
“She said she has something to show us. She wants us to let ourselves in and be totally quiet. She’ll let us know what to do when we get there”
“Really, what do you think this is all about?”
“I think Rick is having a coming out party so to speak, but my guess is, he doesn’t know it yet.”
I just looked at her wondering what we would see when we arrived.
“Why don’t you go upstairs and take a shower and get cleaned up. Then we can spend the next hour or so keeping you nice and hard before we go”
I was already pretty horny, so an hour of stimulation would be a little tough. Of course, I looked forward to it.
I returned after my shower wearing only a bathrobe. My wife patted the couch next to her and I sat down. I was already hard from performing a touch up shave of my cock and balls. She opened my bathrobe and started slowing taking me to the edge of orgasm, time and again over the next hour as we talked. I was a good boy and told her when I though I was ready to cum, so she could stop and there were no accidents.
After an hour or so she said, “Go upstairs and get dressed. Just put on a pair of chinos, a polo shirt and boat shoes. That way if Rick is naked, it will be that much more embarrassing for him being the only one nude. Plus we’ll still be able to see the outline of your hard on.”
I did as I was told.
We left for their house and were there in about 15 minutes.
We parked, walked to the door and slowly open it, being as quiet as could be.
We could hear music playing from the basement, not too loud but obvious. There was a note on the entrance way table, written in a woman’s handwriting.
“Be very quiet. Take off your shoes and come downstairs to the basement. Don’t say a thing, I don’t want Rick to know you are here yet. This will be fun, thanks for coming.”
I looked at my wife and we both made a face expressing our bewilderment. We kicked off our shoes and headed to the basement door. The music was obviously loud enough to cover any noise our barefoot steps or movements might make. Clever.
When we entered the finished basement the scene was pretty much what my wife had expected.
Standing in the middle of the room, facing us was Rick. He was naked and hard. His wrists were through the end loops in two ropes attached to a beam in the ceiling. He was not tied, but the rope was strong enough to hold him if he was. It obviously was a play bondage scene. His legs were spread about shoulder width, and he was blind folded with one of the eye shades you get on airplanes.
Gail was standing in front of him in a pair of panties and a bra. She looked over her shoulder at us and smiled. One hand was slowly and lightly raking her nails up the shaft of his erection and around the ridge of his cock head. He was jerking under the stimulation. Her other hand was lightly pinching and pulling his nipples.
She turned away from us to concentrate on Rich, working on his cock head with her nails for about 5 minutes. The poor guys was really bucking and moaning. She was relentless, coaxing him harder with her nails.
This scene had obviously been going on for a while, Rich was breathing heavy and pre-cum was dripping from his cock.
Gail pushed her finger nail into the slit of his cock and scooped some lubricate onto her nail and put it is his mouth. There was no resistance, he accepted it gladly.
She said to Rick, “Honey, I’m going to let you come pretty soon, I promise. You have been a very good boy waiting a week for this orgasm and I want it to be a real fireworks display for you. Have you liked your week of teasing?”
Rick: “ Yea, I have, more than I ever thought I would, “ he gasped.
She slowly moved around behind him pressing her chest into his back while continuing to play with his cock, balls and nipples in a reach-around, for our benefit.
As I watched I couldn’t believe a cock could be harder. But just two weeks ago, I was getting the same treatment, and I wasn’t blindfolded and unaware of my observers. Talk about embarrassing and stimulating.
By the way, Rick was shaved, and freshly by the razor burn and red blotched around his cock and balls. It takes a while to get use to it, as I know.
“Now you need to tell me one more time what we agreed to” She removed her hands from his cock and put them on his hips pushing forward and backward, bouncing his cock up and down lewdly.
Rick: “Honey, I promised, you don’t have to make me say it.” His cock was straining.
“Yes you do, you have to ask for it, you know that.”
Rick: “After you let me cum, I want to lick it all up for you.” He turned a bright shade of red as he said this.
“You want to lick what up?
Rick: “My cum, honey, I want to lick up my cum.”
“Ask nice.”
Rick: “Can I please lick up my cum for you Gail, I really want to.”
“Oh, honey, I know you do and I know you will. To make it easier on you, I’ll let you cum on my boobs, that way you will enjoy licking them clean, how does that sound?”
Rick: “That sounds great, honey, thanks.” His poor cock was bouncing to his heart beat he was so hard.
She slowly moved around in front of him and dropped to her knees. She took his cock in her mouth and gave it a nice sucking and licking.
“Rick, leave your blindfold on after you cum, it will be easier for you to lick up your sperm if you don’t have to see it, at least for this first time”
She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. “I’ll help you down to your knees after you cum honey, you just hang there for a second OK?”
Rick: “OK”
“Here we go babe” She pushed back on the cock making the head bulge out purple and hard. He groaned.
“You have really earned this cum Rick, really let loose when you cum, really enjoy it”
Rick through grit teeth: “Oh god”
He pushed hard with his cock into her hand, she pushed back equally hard.
Rick: Oh my God, here I come oh god…”
And with that he started to shoot. Gail arched her back and brought his cock to the middle of her chest. One, two, three hard squirts. A deep breath from Rick and he started shooting again, another three less forceful squirts. He was screaming. It was an amazing amount of cum, it looked like a shot glass full.
Rick was now just hanging from the ropes. Gail stood and turned toward us with a smile so we could see how much cum covered her chest.
“Let me help you” She softly helped him pull his hands out of the loops and kneel down on the floor. She kneeled in front of him and scooped some cum from her chest to the nipple of her right boob.
“Open up honey”
She put her nipple into his mouth and he suckled on her nipple. She did the same thing for the other nipple and he sucked her clean again. She put her hands on either side of his head and guided him forward.
“ Now between my boobs, put your tongue out” He did and she guided him forward and he started to lick the massive globs of cum from between her breasts.
“Let me see some in your mouth”
He licked again and pulled back and opened his mouth. There was a big glob on his tongue. She moved slightly out of the way so we could see.
“That looks fantastic, swallow for me and show me your empty mouth”
He did and then leaned in for some more, getting cum on his nose, cheek and forehead as he licked.
When he was done, she pulled his head to her chest and he laid it there and rested.
“You did really well Rick, really well”
She reached up and pulled his blind fold off his head. He blinked against the bright light, but his eyes quickly adjusted and he saw us for the first time. He turned a bright shade of red.
“I wanted our friends to see you eat your first load of cum. How was it Rick?”
He was speechless as he looked from us to his wife. He was so highly embarrassed as to be at a loss for words. Gail laughed.
“Rick, did you enjoy me making you lick your cum up?
He looked at her, smiled and said, “Yea”.
My wife said it was fantastic, my hard on and wet spot on the front of my chinos was my answer.
“Rick, go upstairs and get us some beers would you, and don’t put on any cloths and don’t wipe the cum from your face”
Gail got up and put her bra back on, this wasn’t her sex show, and we knew that. There was still plenty of dried cum on her chest and a glob near her collar bone that Rick had missed and she didn’t know was there.
Rick returned and we stood around sipping beer and chatting about the scene we just witnessed. Rick was very embarrassed being the only one naked and totally submissive for his wife and in front of her guests, but his cock was coming back to life.
Gail noticed and reached over to stroke it a little. I kept glancing at the glob of cum on her chest.
She noticed my glance and asked if there was still cum on her.
My wife answered yes.
Gail told me to lick it off and glanced at my wife.
My wife looked and me and gave a slight nod.
I stepped in and for the first time in my life tasted another mans cum.
Everyone was quite for a moment, watching me as I swallowed.
Now I was embarrassed, but hard.
Gail said, “I think we need some time alone together to talk about this, you guys don’t mind do you?
Not at all, my wife said. I shook Ricks hand and said congratulations, kissed Gail on the cheek, my wife kissed Gail and Rick on the cheek and squeezed his balls once and we left.
I drove and on the way home my wife said, “That was one heck of a load of cum”
I agreed and looked over at my wife.
“Take off your cloths, would you”
Without saying a word, she started to strip. When she was naked and her clothing was thrown into the back of the car she said, “You’re going to cum as much as possible this weekend, and then you’re going to take a week off.”
“Sounds great.”
“Then maybe next weekend, we’ll go back to their house and see if we can turn you boys into cocksuckers?
I was too shocked to say anything. I continued to drive home.
Originally posted 2008-06-18 08:24:09. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
The Mistress prepared Farm Slave Boy for his day’s work on the ranch. It was a hot day and the Mistress knew that the work would get the boy hot, sweaty and horny.
Naked, the boy waited, arms and legs spreadeagled to the wooden columns holding up the barn. The obligatory Farm Slaves were slung around his neck, and the three stuffed into his mouth made his cheeks bulge. They tasted bitter from the cum which had soaked them the previous night when his Mistress had subjected him to a ruthless Farm Slave wank, making his cock sore yet ache for more.
The Mistress arrived with the restraints. A rubber chastity belt was tightened around his waist and his cock and balls pulled through the hole in the front. The Mistress pulled the bottom strap tightly back between the boy’s legs and used it to secure a wide double door knocker butt plug into Farm Slave Boy’s arse. The whole device was secured with padlocks.
Next his cock and balls were wrapped in a Farm Slave and his cock fastened up against the front piece of the chastity belt by tight rubber straps which made any expansion of his cock difficult and very painful.
Around the Farm Slave-covered balls the Mistress locked four metal shackles which stretched and tightened the balls, making them stand well proud of his body.
The boy was told to get dressed and he put on a flannel shirt and loose button-fly jeans. He knew what was expected and buttoned the fly around his balls which stuck out through the gaps in the buttons showing his Farm Slave bondage off to the world should it ever stray this way.
The Mistress reached inside the shirt and put clamps on the boy’s tits. These she pulled upwards with leather thongs which she clamped onto the boys ear lobes. Each head movement would pull on one or other tit, yet the clamps were so designed to tighten with tension rather than slip.
Next Farm Slave Boy’s feet were wrapped in piss soaked socks and thrust roughly into leather work boots which the Mistress laced up tightly.
Around Farm Slave Boy’s waist the Mistress locked a wide leather belt from each side of which ran a chain which ended in a lockable cuff. The chains were long enough to enable the boy to do his work but short enough to prevent him from reaching his tits or arse or head.
The gags in his mouth were secured with a wide folded piss soaked sock, another tied as a mask over his nose and mouth and a further one as a cover for his head.
Finally his hands were gloved in Farm Slaves so that the only parts of his own anatomy that could be seen were his deep dark eyes looking expectantly at his Mistress.
He worked all day collecting straw, sawing and piling logs, sweeping out the barn and obeying his Mistress’s orders. Never once did he shed a single item despite his arse tingling and twitching from the stimulation of the plug, his mouth aching from the gag, and his bladder bursting to piss the two pints of water he has been told to drink before leaving the house.
As it got dark the Mistress undid the chains and belt and the boy lay face down on the floor. The Mistress pulled some ropes down from a hook on the wall and secured first the boy’s feet, then his hands together, pulling them together until Farm Slave Boy was just one hog-tied Farm Slave bundle.
The ropes pulled his tits harder and pushed the plug deeper into his ass. His balls bore his own weight as they lay sandwiched between his thighs and the hard floor.
The Mistress took the mask off the boy and replaced it with the sodden rag, taking the old mask with her across the floor where she sat against a wall but well within view of the bound boy.
Folding the cun-soaked cloth in two, the Mistress double- masked the boy and left him for the evening to breathe in his Mistress’s smells and to strain against his Farm Slave bondage.
Originally posted 2011-07-20 06:47:51. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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