Sweet Life 2

by Violet Blue

  But you were wrong. I was so turned on because I was thinking about what I’m going to do to you, now—tonight.

  I lied to you again. Earlier, I told you I was going out with some girlfriends, that we’d be going dancing in clubs. That wasn’t a lie; we went to a strip club and got in the mood for what we’re going to do to you later. Strippers always love it when other women come in, especially when they’re all tarted-up like me and my friends, wearing tight sexy clubwear and hip fetish outfits. From the moment we entered the strip club, the sexy young women were all over us; guys couldn’t get a lap dance to save their lives. Feeling our pussies rubbing against our thighs, wet through our thongs, made my friends and me horny for what we had in store for you. The strippers got us good and wet so that we’d have more energy to do what we’d planned.

  You told me you were going to stay at home and work on our taxes. That wasn’t a lie; I saw you working on the taxes as I left, and I’m sure you worked hard for a good five minutes, until you were sure I was gone.

  The lie I told you tonight was a simple one: I said we’d be out late.

  I selected this group of four friends carefully; I know they’re all women who can appreciate the pleasure of putting a man in his place. You know them all; two of them, Julia and CJ, work in your office with you. They’re your supervisees; you spend your days telling them what to do. That’s about to end. Pandora lives next door to us with her husband, Dan; I know from experience that Dan’s already found out what you’re about to discover, that a man’s place is on his knees. Tracie, the last woman in our group, is your ex-girlfriend. You were a little dismayed when you discovered her and me forming a friendship—as you should have been. Tonight, you’re going to find out how dangerous it is to let your women talk.

  We’re very quiet as we sneak in the sliding glass door; you’ve got the music on loud, dance-electronica like you might hear at a rave or a hip dance club. You’ve left the door to the bedroom open. You’re standing in front of the big mirror at the foot of the bed, the one you like to watch yourself in when you’re fucking me. Except now you’re not fucking me. You’re standing there, swaying in time with the music, a bottle of cognac on the end table. Good: I like the idea of having you drunk for what’s about to happen. Drunk and helpless.

  You don’t notice me standing there at first. I just watch you as you watch yourself, dancing with the music. You’re only a little bigger than me; that’s why you can squeeze into my white lace thong and you can fit my white garter belt around your waist. The garters descend to the white lace tops of my favorite fishnet stockings. Your feet are bigger than mine, though, which is probably why your feet look a little uncomfortable crammed into my white six-inch heels. You’re also wearing my favorite wig, the black bob I put on when I’m going clubbing. Your face is painted thick with my makeup, your lips cocksucker red, the pancake on thick to hide your five-o-clock shadow. You’re wearing my white push-up bra, the D-cups stuffed with extra pairs of my panties. Your cock hangs out of the thong, hard and drooling.

  CJ kills the music like I told her to. You look away from the mirror, eyes wide, terror overcoming your whore’s painted face.

  I cross my arms in front of my D-cup breasts.

  “What have we here?” I snap.

  You begin to make up some lame excuse, but then you see my friends crowding in behind me, laughing as they see how ridiculous you look dressed up like a little teenage tart. Who is the most humiliating for you? Who are you most embarrassed to have see you degrading yourself, dressing up like a cheap street hooker on the prowl for a $20 date? Is it Tracie, who caught you once before? Or is it CJ and Julia, because usually you’re the one in the position of power, patting their butts and feeling them up as they bend over near your desk? Or is it Pandora, because she lives next door and you have to see her every morning as you back the car out of the garage?

  Or is it me, because I’m your wife and you know, now, that there’s no more hiding it?

  “Don’t bother making up excuses,” I growl at you. “Just admit it. You’ve been wearing my clothes since before we got married, haven’t you?”

  Your face is beet red. You turn and start to move toward the bathroom, which is when Julia and Pandora dash into the room and grab you, holding you, turning you toward the rest of us so that we can see you in your pretty lace panties.

  “Admit it,” I tell you.

  Looking down, too humiliated to speak, you nod. I see tears glistening on your cheeks. Sobbing just like a teenage whore.

  “Do you know what happens to boys who wear girls’ clothing without permission? Tracie already did it to you once. Didn’t she?”

  Still sobbing, you nod. Maybe you’ve noticed that behind me, CJ’s got our camcorder out, ready to videotape everything we do to you so that I can remind you of what’s waiting if you’re not an obedient husband, so that she and Julia can remind you of what the board of directors will see if you don’t give them their promotion. Not that it matters—I already discovered the cache of videotapes you hid under the floor of the garage. No wonder you were so insistent on buying a high-end camcorder instead of a car stereo.

  Julia and Pandora drag you toward the bed. Your ass looks so good in my little white thong, the crotch cradling your balls and your distended cock. Julia is wearing a tiny little spandex skirt and a halter top; Pandora’s got a pair of tight leather pants on, and maybe you’ve noticed the bulge in them. The strippers in the club loved it; they whispered to her how much they adore it when their girlfriends fuck them with their strap-ons. You’re about to find out how good it feels.

  Julia’s not wearing panties; when she hikes up her spandex miniskirt, her bare, shaved pussy is ready for you to service. She drags you onto the bed as Pandora bends you over the edge. Julia tangles her hand in your hair and shoves your face between her spread thighs. You begin to work your tongue, servicing Julia as Pandora unzips her leather pants and takes out her big, flesh-colored rubber cock. CJ comes around the side of the bed, running the camcorder from Pandora’s cock to Julia’s pussy as if she can’t decide which is hotter. Pandora produces a tiny packet of lube from her pocket and drizzles it on the head of her cock before pulling the thong out of the way and guiding her cockhead between your spread, hairy cheeks.

  You yowl as Pandora pushes her cock into you; I know for a fact you’ve taken it this way before, years ago when Tracie caught you in her lingerie. But it’s obviously been a long time, and Pandora’s cock is much bigger than you’re expecting. Your whole body shudders as she pushes the strap-on dildo deep into your ass, shoving you hard against Julia so that she can grind your face mercilessly against her shaved pussy. I can tell from the look on her face that you’re doing a good job; you eat great pussy when you do it, which isn’t nearly often enough. That’s just one of many things that’s going to change—you’ll be eating my pussy every night from now on.

  Pandora keeps reaming your ass good, her body pumping furiously as you open up for it, against your will. Julia grabs your hair and wrenches your head up so that CJ can bend down and get a close-up of the humiliation on your face, careful to focus on the way your mouth and chin glisten with the juice of Julia’s sopping-wet pussy. Then Julia shoves your face back between her thighs, where it belongs, as Tracie helps me strip off my tight little cocktail dress and buckle into my own harness.

  Julia comes with a shudder, moaning and gripping your head to make sure you don’t back off at the last minute. When she’s done coming, she and CJ kiss, hungrily, their tongues intertwining as you continue your oral service until Julia’s good and ready for you to stop. Then, she pulls your head away and gets up off the bed, handing you over to Tracie.

  Tracie’s wearing a little cocktail dress like mine, and she doesn’t have to pull it up very far to expose her bare pussy. But she takes her time, bending over and pushing your head back so that she can talk to you.

  “Remember what I told you when this happened before?” she growls. “ ‘If I ever
catch you in lingerie again, you’ll get the same treatment.’ You thought when we broke up that you didn’t have to worry about that, didn’t you?”

  You nod, your face still dripping with Julia’s pussy juice.

  “You were wrong,” says Tracie, and crawls under you, spreading her legs wide and shoving your head down, forcing your mouth onto her pussy.

  Your tongue starts working as Pandora fucks you harder, the base of the dildo rubbing her clit so that she can take her pleasure with your pussy. She fucks you faster and faster as you go right to Tracie’s clit, knowing from many years of experience exactly what you need to do to make your ex-girlfriend come. Soon Tracie is moaning as Pandora plows your ass viciously, working toward her own orgasm. But you’re a talented pussy-licker, so by the time Pandora throws back her head and lets out a moan of orgasm, Tracie’s coming, too. They both come for long minutes as they hold you down and use your body; when they both collapse, panting from their pleasure, you know what’s coming next.

  CJ gets a good shot of your face as the terror registers on it. Tracie gets off the bed and Pandora pulls her huge cock out of your ass, glistening with your lube. You look over at me and see me there, ready to teach you what you’ll be doing every night for the rest of your life, or until I get tired of you. I’ve taken off all my clothes and I stand there wearing nothing but my high-heeled boots and the leather harness that holds the biggest dildo you have ever seen, several inches longer and thicker than Pandora’s. You look at my D-cup breasts and I know you’re wishing you could suck them as if I was your mommy. But I have other plans for you.

  CJ giggles as she catches you sobbing in fear. A surge goes through my pussy as I realize that terror has really begun to set in. What am I going to do to you? I think you know, and that’s what has you so frightened.

  I climb onto the bed, pulling your face close so that you can get a good look at my flesh-colored rubber cock. Your tear-shiny eyes look up at me, wide.

  “Suck it, bitch,” I tell you. “Show me what a little cross-dressing whore does when a big cock’s in her face.”

  You do it so good, I think maybe you’ve sucked real cock before. You take the thick head of my cock in your mouth, having to stretch your lips around it, it’s so wide across. I’ve got your hair so that you know you’ll be expected to swallow it all, or I’ll hold you down until you do. You begin to suck my cock.

  When I wrestle it against the back of your throat, you gag. I have to try three more times before you take a deep breath and let me push the shaft of my cock down your throat. CJ, Pandora, and Julia utter a cheer and say, “Show ’im, girl!” Tracie’s too distracted playing with your balls, crouching behind you so that she can watch as she swats them with her hand. Every time she does, your body jerks and you try to gasp, but your throat is filled with my cock. When I let you come up for air, you’re gasping. That’s when Tracie balls up her fist and gives it to you once, hard, in the balls. You stifle a sob, and I laugh.

  “What do you want?” I ask you.

  “I…I don’t know. Please let me go!”

  “I don’t think that’s it. You know what you want. Now tell me.”

  CJ’s close with the camcorder, recording the color of your face as it goes deep, deep red, taping your humiliation so that I can enjoy it later.

  “Your cock,” you say.

  “Ask me for it.”

  “Please give me your cock.”

  “Where?”

  “Up…up my ass.”

  “Think you can take it, little bitch?”

  You know better than to say you can’t. You nod, your face wet with tears, with your spit, and with the juice of Julia’s and Tracie’s pussies.

  I come around behind you as CJ settles down on the bed, pushing your face between her spread thighs and videotaping you as you eat her pussy. Tracie takes over the camera so that she can get a good close-up of your ass as I violate it. Your hole is already wide open and slick with lube from Pandora’s buggering, but my cock’s much bigger so it’s still going to hurt. I fit the head into your asshole and push. You groan into CJ’s pussy as the head pops in.

  I push hard, violating you in one stroke. You have to struggle to take it all, but I offer plenty of help, holding your hips firmly as I shove my cock deep into you. Your body spasms with each stroke deep into your back door; soon you’re panting and whimpering into CJ’s shaved pussy. She growls at you to keep eating, and you follow her instructions, burying your tongue deep between her folds. She’s going to come soon, and so am I. My harness holds a second dildo, thrust deep into my pussy, and the ridge of the one in your ass rubs against my clit as I fuck you. I pound your ass faster and faster as CJ grips your hair, warning you against slowing down now. When she comes, she looks at me, her mouth wide open in a smile, and my orgasm follows moments later. Tracie focuses the camcorder on your face as CJ pulls it out from between her thighs, showing everyone how juicy her pussy was.

  I pull my cock out of your ass and present it to you. You look up at me in terror, not knowing what’s coming next.

  Tracie hands me the camcorder. I take out the cassette and hand it to Julia. “If my husband acts up at work, be sure to show this to the board of directors,” I tell her. “I’m sure they’ll find it very interesting.”

  “I’m sure they will,” says Julia.

  I smile down at your tearstained face.

  “Especially since he’ll be wearing panties to work,” I say. “Panties and a garter belt under that suit, every single day. You’ll take him shopping tomorrow, won’t you, girls?”

  “Definitely,” says CJ, giggling.

  “Buy him some really sexy outfits. Oh, and Pandora, bring Dan over—I’m sure he’d like to see my husband getting the same treatment he does.”

  “Yeah,” says Pandora. “I’m sure he would.”

  “From now on,” I tell you, “I’m in charge. Me and my friends are going to do whatever we want to you, and you’re not going to complain one little bit. You know what happens if you do?”

  You nod, miserably, the humiliation evident on your face.

  I sigh and smile, my pussy throbbing with anticipation of the many long nights ahead.

  Special Occasion

  FELIX D’ANGELO

  FOR KATRINA

  Julie led the stranger by the hand as they entered the motel room. As soon as the door was closed, she grabbed him and forced him up against the wall, pressing her lips to his and kissing him deeply as she let her hands drop to his hips, feeling the weight and texture of his belt against her fingertips. I’m going to fuck this guy, she kept thinking as she felt his tongue probing back against her own, as she felt his hands reaching for her ass, squeezing her cheeks, pulling her miniskirt up over the curve of her buttocks. I’m going to get on my knees and suck his dick. I’m going to wrap my thighs around his face. I’m going to let him put his cock inside me. As she thought these things, her body responded tangibly—her nipples grew harder than they already were, which was very hard; her pussy seemed to pulse and throb more than it was already pulsing and throbbing. She knew that if her lover put his hand up her skirt, he would find her dripping, hot, swollen—ready for him. I’m going to go to bed with this guy, she thought. This is wrong, so wrong. So very wrong. She could feel her husband’s eyes on her, accusing her, watching everything, knowing every moment, every texture of her transgression—close to her, knowing the taste and smell of her betrayal, the sight of her with a strange man’s body against hers.

  Unable to hide her excitement, Julie glanced toward the closet door, which was open just a crack. Brian crouched there in the dark, but she couldn’t see him—just a narrow strip of black where her husband hid and waited, watching his wife fuck a stranger. His cock was probably hard. Maybe he was stroking it.

  The stranger’s lips parted. She was panting, frightened but exhilarated. She could feel his cock hard, stretching through his jeans against her belly. Their eyes met and she saw hunger, desperation, a certain exuber
ance at being about to score with a hot chick. He smiled.

  Without warning, Julie dropped to her knees. She could almost feel Brian’s eyes on her as she pressed her face against the strange man’s crotch, inhaling the scent of him through his well-worn Levis. Her hands were shaking as she pulled open his belt and unzipped his pants; she felt his fingers going through her hair as she reached into his open jeans and found him without underwear, felt his cock, hard for her, naked. She didn’t have a single thought to think; instead, she bent forward and took it in her mouth, hungrily. There was no teasing, no invitation—just the spinning of her head as she opened up and slid the stranger’s cock down her throat, holding her breath and feeling him there, fucking her throat. She could feel the beat of his heart deep inside her as he gripped her hair and let out a loud, rapturous moan. She could feel her cunt pulsing in time with it.

  His pants slid neatly down his slim legs, bunching around his ankles and telling Julie that she’d been right, he really wasn’t wearing any underwear. She came up for air and went down again, wrapping her fingers around the base of his shaft so that she could lavish affection on the head, running her tongue and lips all over it. She moaned softly as she licked her way down to his balls and took them in her mouth, savoring them as she rubbed her thumb over his glans.

  “Fuck, Julie,” he gasped. “It seems like you’ve been waiting ten years to suck cock! How did you learn to do it like that?”

  “By doing it a lot,” she said. “And it’s been too long.”