Marie was panting so hard it was difficult for her to speak. I pulled my cock completely out of her but her voice was still breathy.
“Hello, Ron’s wife,” Marie said. “I am a dirty whore and your husband’s cock is so big it’s splitting me in two.”
I put the phone down on the side so that my wife could listen as I fucked Marie with all my energy. Marie was yelling so loudly that I’m sure the whole building must have heard her. The thought of my wife hearing everything pushed me over the edge and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I spread Marie’s thighs wide and pushed into her with the full force of my orgasm. I came hard into her, but when I pulled out there was still spunk dribbling out of the end of my cock. I wiped it clean across her mound.
“I never realized you were such a come slut.”
“I never realized you had such an amazing cock.”
She smoothed her skirt down but not before I’d seen my juices oozing out of her sweet pussy. I picked up my phone and switched it off.
“What was the thing with your wife on the phone?” Marie said dropping to her knees and lapping her tongue over the tip of my cock.
I told her about Elouise’s teasing and my frustration and she smiled and told me exactly what I should do with my wife.
I refused to speak to my wife about what had happened when I arrived home from work. Elouise sulked but she wasn’t angry. The next morning I left for work before she had woken up. I left a note for her on the side.
You are to follow these simple instructions:
You will dress in a short skirt with no knickers.
You will wear stockings and high heels.
You will wear a see-through blouse with no bra.
Your pussy will be freshly shaven.
You will wear a deep-red lipstick.
You will wear a knee-length coat.
I will be home from work at 8 p.m. I will inspect your clothes and make sure you are dressed appropriately. If you are not you will be tied up and spanked, you will remain tied up until I am sure you are really sorry and will behave.
I got a hard-on just writing the note. I wasn’t certain what my wife would do when she saw it but Marie had been absolutely positive about what I should do and the response I would get.
Sure enough when I came home in the evening my wife was waiting for me dressed in the exact manner I had instructed her. I opened the coat and pulled up her miniscule skirt to check she was wearing no underwear and that she had shaved her pussy. It took all my willpower not to fuck her straight away. But without saying anything I pulled her skirt back down and did the coat back up. I took her hand and took her to my car. She was shy, staring at the ground, as we walked out into the street, but she didn’t attempt to resist me.
I drove her to a wooded area that wasn’t too far from our house. I parked in a large clearing that Marie had described to me.
“Take your coat off,” I ordered my wife.
She obeyed immediately, putting the coat on the back seat and then sitting quietly waiting for me. Her hands were resting meekly in her lap and if it wasn’t for the way I had made her dress, she might have looked innocent. I undid my zipper and removed my cock, then I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face down so her lips weren’t more than half an inch above my erection.
“Give me a slow noisy blow job,” I commanded and then pushed her mouth down onto me.
I moaned loudly and waited. As Marie had told me, after only a short while people began to park up around us and get out and look in our window. It was mostly men, some of whom pulled their cocks out and began to wank as they watched my wife sucking on me. When I judged enough people had gathered, I pulled my wife off my cock and pushed her back into her seat.
“Play with your tits and pussy.”
She looked at me rather than the men around our car as she obeyed.
“Squeeze your nipples harder. Yes, that’s better. Lick your fingers. Now open your pussy wide so everyone can see it. I want you to frig yourself ’til you come.”
Elouise pushed two fingers deep into her pussy and began to fuck herself hard. I had never seen her look hotter. She moaned out her orgasm, her head pressed backwards and her eyes closed.
“Lick your fingers clean.”
Her two fingers were glistening with juices as she took them out of her pussy and pushed them into her mouth. She sucked on their whole length and my cock twitched as I watched her. I took her other hand and placed it on my balls; she lightly caressed them.
“Finger my arse,” I told her.
She took her hand out of her mouth and reached down my back and underneath me, pressing her fingers into the crevice between my buttocks.
“Suck my dick.”
She leaned over me and I held her head down on my cock, fucking myself up into her mouth. It was then I saw Marie in the crowd of people. She was smiling at me; I smiled back and came hard into my wife.
“Hold my spunk in your mouth,” I ordered. I pushed her back into a sitting position. “Now let it dribble over your tits.”
She parted her lips and tilted her head forward letting my come drip out onto her full breasts.
“Listen carefully to me, because if you don’t do exactly as I say you will be punished. When I tell you to, you will get out of the car and let the men surround you. I will film the action. First you will wank them, thirty seconds each before moving on. You will then pick the biggest fattest cock there and kneel down and suck it. You will tell the others they can play with your tits and pussy and wank over you. Six will be fine, one to suck, one for each tit, two to wank and one to play with your pussy. You will spit on his dick and rub it while sucking it hard and deep, you will be noisy, tell them to come all over you, to finger you and squeeze your tits hard. Suck the big dick and make him come first. Swallow it all, making sure you lick every bit off your lips. You will then lie down on the ground and open your legs wide, tell them you want them to come all over your body, covering it with hot sticky goo. Once they have all come, I want you to bend over the bonnet of the car and open your arse cheeks wide. I will then fuck you from behind, standing up, as they watch. Once I have come, you will turn around and open your legs wide, letting the spunk run down your legs. You will ask if any of the women want to lick it off. We will go home with you smelling of cheap sex and spunk. You will shower and put on your sexiest underwear, we will watch the video while you tell me how good it felt. If you are good enough then I will fuck you again. Is that clear?”
Elouise nodded, biting down on her bottom lip.
“Get out of the car.”
I watched as she obeyed my instructions. I got out of the car side with my camera and watched her perform through the lens. Marie came over to me and knelt down and licked and sucked my cock. The men were rough with Elouise. She was trying her best to do what I had told her to, but more men were groping her than she could handle. They spread her legs and started fucking her one after another, shooting their load over her pussy and tits. At one point I could see she was attempting to stand up and spread her ass for me but she was pushed and pulled into doggy position. I stood and watched another man pound into my wife’s tight hole. Marie stood up and took my wife’s place over the bonnet of my car. She spread her tight buttocks for me and I forced my cock into her star-like hole as I gazed at my wife’s body being brutally used.
That night in bed we were watching the video I had taken for the fifth time. I turned away from the close-up of spunk shooting over Elouise’s face and looked into her eyes.
“So how do you feel about finally becoming a real slut?”
She smiled up at me. “I am very happy to be your wife and even more happy to be your dirty whore.”
“Good, because today was just the start,” I said and pushed her onto her back and fucked her again.
SUZANNA
Robert Newman
I’d always been a dominant man. Chairman of the PTA at a local school, captain of sports teams, various responsible posi
tions of leadership in industry . . . you name it. Nothing to suggest anyone would particularly get the better of me. That spilled over into my sex life, too, and I knew it. With a certain type of woman I could feel masculine, tall, powerful . . . and she would know it too. I’d developed a taste for bondage from a very early age, so young it’s always surprised anyone I’ve ever told, and many just simply discounted it as some kind of flight of fancy. That’s OK; let them. I can remember it well, using skipping ropes on girls in chase games in my first year at infant school, and I know that the thrill I got was decidedly sexual.
Later in life I put my penchant for rendering women helpless into frequent practice. There haven’t been many, and I don’t intend to go into details, for that’s not the purpose of me writing this story. The purpose is, as you’ll find out if you read on, that I have been commanded to do it. My introduction above is purely to illustrate that I was, and still am, a masculine, focused, purposeful and powerful man. A man who has been bowled over and tamed by a very feminine woman.
I’d fancied her for years, but had no idea whether she’d realized that. She dresses with the perfect mix of elegant and sexual, and it was impossible, for me at least, not to want her. But she’s a family friend, much younger than I am, married. Unreachable. Untouchable. Unapproachable. Yeah, yeah.
At the party I felt at my self-confident, arrogant best. We were at the bar, having already had plenty to drink, and the numerous other party guests were . . . somewhere else. She’d taken off her customary high heels, giving my height advantage even more prominence. I looked down into her eyes as we started to play a dangerous game of dare. I can remember thinking, maybe there’s a chance here, maybe she’s not as untouchable as I thought. That was backed up by the clear knowledge that I definitely did want her, and a distinct undercurrent that maybe, just maybe, at some future date she would occupy my ropes and my lascivious mind. I was in control of the conversation; I knew it. She was being drawn in, I knew that too.
Such arrogance. Such inaccuracy. Such folly.
The following day I had that “did I imagine it all?” feeling.
Well, it wasn’t imagined. It was real. In some ways at least. We did speak our dangerous talk. I did spend some time fondling her delicious derrière and feeling the outline of a very brief thong. I did sink my piercing eyes into her mind. Kind of.
But I wasn’t the leader, I was the fish on her line, and she has reeled me in. She’s taken over. She’s my Mistress. I kneel at her feet and kiss them. I obey her commands without question.
We’ve come a long way since that day, and it’s another story I have no intention of going into here. The story I am about to relate concerns an incident that she contrived to drive me to delicious distraction.
She likes to tease me – with words, actions, eyes, typing . . . I pledged her honesty and she gets it. She knows all my fantasies, every last one, including things nobody else ever knew. With her I can be the real me, the one inside, the man who has doubts and fears. With perfect irony, her captivity has freed my whole self.
One fantasy always fascinated me – some kind of sexual encounter with more than one woman. I imagined mutual undressing, oral sex, probing fingers, mashed-together breasts, sweaty, out-of-control women whose sexuality had no base level . . . And kissing, they had to kiss, deeply and passionately, losing themselves in each other.
My fantasies went on to include bondage, with one or both women secured for my pleasure, allowing me to fuck one and torture the other because she was not being fucked.
How different fantasy can be from reality.
But she was taking mental notes in the background as I rambled out my lecherous thoughts at her behest. And she was planning . . .
I had no idea it was being set up. She just told me to be at an address at a particular time, and by then I knew better than to question instructions. The door opened and there she stood, resplendent in a shimmering black dress, split at the front to show black fishnet stockings and ankle-strapped shoes. Her neckline plunged to the very depths of her cleavage, revealing the tiny strap of a black bra whose contents I needed to hold, and soon.
“Come in,” she told me, standing aside to permit it. She closed the door, walked past me and bade me follow.
To say I was shocked when I walked in was an understatement. There were two other women in the room, both of whom I recognized from her workplace. Blonde Lauren, dressed in a simple short white dress, sat in an armchair, a glass of champagne paused inches from her lips. Gorgeous brunette Nicola’s head turned to face me, an amused smile playing on her lips. She also wore a dress, but it was almost black, down to her knees, but with a tantalizing split showing most of her suntanned left thigh. There was an ethereal sense of expectancy in the atmosphere, something I couldn’t identify. Normally I’d have been disappointed that other people were present when I was hoping for time with Suzanna, but the electricity in the room left me wondering exactly what she’d arranged.
“You know Nicola and Lauren?” she asked.
I nodded.
“Come here,” she said, and when I was in front of her, she followed with, “On your knees, kiss my feet.”
Weeks before there was no way I would demean myself in front of other people. But the freedom I spoke of earlier doesn’t make me feel demeaned. She commands; I obey. It’s a simple formula, uncluttered by previous complications of false pride and blushing modesty. Moments later I was where she’d told me to be, on the floor, kissing her right foot.
“See, I told you he’s obedient”.
“And he does anything?” Nicola asked, almost as if I was incapable of hearing. “Would he kiss mine?” she continued.
Suzanna’s hand gripped the hair at the back of my head. “Well, slave? Would you kiss Nicola’s feet?”
“If you command it, yes,” was my easy answer.
“See?” she said to Nicola, evidently satisfied with my answer.
“Are you going to tell him to?” Nicola wanted to know.
Suzanna thought for a few moments. “I may do,” she said, moving to sit beside Nicola, leaving me on the carpet on my knees. As she sat, she put an arm round Nicola’s shoulder, her eyes locked on mine. The other woman didn’t flinch as she sat there, also watching my reaction. Lauren, meanwhile, sat looking at the floor, not exactly surprised at what was going on, or really a part of it.
“Hasn’t she got nice feet?”
“Yes, Mistress.” She wouldn’t tolerate me being disrespectful.
“As nice as mine?” She raised her eyebrows in that way she does when she knows she has me trapped. But I’ve learned along the way, honesty isn’t the best policy, it’s the only policy.
I looked at Nicola’s feet again. Yes, they looked as nice as Suzanna’s.
“Yes.” I waited.
“You’d better kiss them then.”
I crawled over and settled down on the carpet in front of Nicola and leaned forward to kiss her right foot. I knew doom was impending in some way, the only question was when.
“You like it?”
I glanced up. The question was to Nicola, not to me.
“It tickles,” she said.
Suzanna’s hand was at the back of my neck instantly, pulling my hair hard. I used my hands as quickly as I could to get to my knees before I lost a chunk of hair. When I was kneeling she stared down at me.
“Did I command you to tickle her?”
It didn’t need an answer, but I said no anyway. She drew her hand back slowly, quite deliberately, watching me tense, ready for her slap. But no slap came.
“Relax,” she told me.
I tried. I knew the second I did the slap would arrive, and it’s not easy to relax at a moment like that. Suzanna waited, a smile playing on her face. Maybe it took five minutes, maybe longer. My knees were beginning to ache. Then it came, a stinging slap across my cheek that sent me sprawling to the floor. I heard Lauren gasp somewhere to my left.
“Now, kiss Nicola’s feet, and no
tickling.”
As I resumed my task I began to wonder about Nicola. She had the power right now to get me in trouble. Thankfully she chose to relax and enjoy. I was aware of a shifting about, and soft feminine moans of pleasure. I didn’t dare look up, but I somehow knew the women were kissing. After a few moments Nicola shifted her left foot to the side, parting her legs, and from the corner of my eye I noticed Suzanna’s hand go between them. Minutes later a moan from Nicola coincided with a wet noise as Suzanna’s fingers penetrated her friend. Still I kept kissing her foot, feeling Nicola’s leg start to tremble as Suzanna’s fingers brought her rapidly to a peak of excitement, stopping moments before she went over the edge.
“Suzanna!” I heard her complain. “Did you have to stop?”
“Would you like my slave to suck you? Or fuck you?”
I lurched with excitement. Could it be possible that I’d be permitted to have this gorgeous woman?
“Not really,” Nicola replied, almost as if the idea left her unmoved. “I’d rather you did.”
“How’d you like to whip him then?” Suzanna asked.
“OK.” The reply was chirpy, matter-of-fact. I didn’t matter. I was a possession for their amusement, nothing more. “You can whip Lauren if you want,” Nicola continued, confirming my suspicion that Lauren was submissive to her.
“I’ve got an idea,” Suzanna told her suddenly. “How about we tie the two of them together and we can use them for target practice?”
Moments later I was instructed to stand and undress. All three women watched. When I’d finished, Nicola told Lauren to do the same. They didn’t say I couldn’t watch, so I did. She shot me a disinterested glance as she stood, then reached behind her back to unzip the dress, letting it fall off her shoulders to expose her small, braless breasts, then down until it fell in a crumpled heap at her feet, leaving her in the tiniest of white thongs. She hesitated a moment before she glanced to Nicola, whose nod had her hooking her thumbs into the scrap of white and taking it off. My reaction was very obvious and very visible.
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