Adultery English collection stories

[hirarandi]

There was an old priest that had lived out his days following church tradition. He had never laid with a woman and never had impure thoughts until recently. His days were coming to an end when he would retire from his duties and live his life in solitude until he met a young couple that were ready to marry. He met with the couple one day and they all sat in his office as he went over the basic details of marriage. He couldn't help but stare at the soon-to-be bride and her white, soft cleavage that peeked from her tank top. His cock began rising in his robes as he talked with the couple. He casually dropped his pen by the girl and watched as she bent over to pick it up, her breasts dangling low as she scooped up his pen, giving him an idea of her round breasts. His cock grew harder than ever as he came up with a plan to let out his pent up seed for the first and last time before he retired. 

"Well as you guys may not know...the priest that does your wedding has to have a good idea of the couple who will bring in many babies for the church. So I'll have to examine you two to make sure that you're capable of this." His lips circled slightly as he fixed his glasses and casually pulled at his robes as a stream of precum oozed from his old cock. He almost didn't believe his ears when they thought it over before agreeing. It made perfect sense. 

"Right then... this way into the private Chambers." 

The priest led the way, a large tent formed in his robes that both noticed as he stood up and led then through the door. The priest locked the door behind them as they entered a somewhat emptied room with a couch and a chair where he did his confessions. The two sat on the couch as the priest sat in his chair, adjusting his boner so it sat flesh against his thigh, pumping precum from the tip and dripping down his inner leg.

"Right...ok. Son, please stand up and face me."

The man stood up and walked to the priests chair as asked and stood there, waiting and confused.

"Ok, now please... undress and allow the examination to begin."

The man rose an eyebrow but he agreed and slowly undressed. After his shirt and pants came off, he lowered his underwear, revealing his semi-hard pink, young cock to the old priest. The priests eyes widened as he saw the man's penis on display for him. He remembered when he was that young and the man's cock looked impressive. The priest moved forward to grab the man which caused his pulsing cock to skyrocket upwards and bounce his robes around as it slipped free from his thighs. The priest touched around the man's cock causing it to start hardening, rising upwards and pointing at the roof. 

"Yes yes, quite large and I see your balls are large as well." The priest commented as he watched the man's penis rise up revealing his two large orbs. He cradled the man's balls and rocked them back and forth in his wrinkled palms.

"They are quite full as well I see. This is good. Your wife should have no problem getting pregnant."

The priest then fondled the man's cock, moving it around in different directions and watching as the veins pulsed. His cock soon began oozing precum as the old man played with his young tool. He could see the large tent in the priests robes and he realized this was not tradition, but he was enjoying himself too much to say anything. And the fact that his bride would be examined as well only drove him further into his lust. The priest brought his face close to the man's cock as he carefully examined every inch, poking and grabbing his penis. 

"Ok I'm satisfied. You'll be a great addition. Now, you can have a seat and the bride will need to step forward and repeat what you did."

The man walked back to the couch, his cock bobbing in the air and dripping precum as he sat down and watched his bride take his place. She also stripped down, seeing her man do it earlier. She was already wet and dripping down her thighs when she finally pulled her underwear free. The priests eyes widened as he stared at his first naked woman. And she was in her twenties which made it even better. Her breasts were round and perky, her pink nipples hardened and her pink, shaved pussy laid bare for him to stare at. He placed his rough hands on her soft hips and stroked them slowly as he felt her skin under his. 

"Oh yes, very soft skin. Very good."

His hands trailed up her stomach and under her breasts before he finally cupped them in his hands, firmly holding her tits, before he began to fondle them.

"Oh very full breasts as well! Yes, young and full of milk for the children you two shall bear. Good, good."

She closed her eyes in pleasure as this old priest touched her body and fondled her breasts. His hands moved her tits around in circles before squeezing them and massaging them in his hands, feeling his first pair of breasts in all his life. He then moved them in different directions before rolling his fingertips over her pink nipples. He felt their hard tips rub across his fingers as he glided his hands around on her chest. He then pulled and pinched her nipples before pulling them upwards and letting gravity bring them back down with a bounce.

"Your bride has a wonderful set of breasts. Lucky man."

The man secretly stroked himself as he watched his young bride get violated by a priest. He knew this man had never been with a woman because his robes were becoming soaked in precum. The outline of the priests cock was clearly visible at this point with how much he had leaked. His robes clung to his old cock as it pulsed up and down, eager to release itself. The priest put his face between her breasts and rubbed them across his face before stealthy licking her nipples and softly sucking on one when her groom wasn't paying attention. Her thighs were coated with pussy juice at this point and her cunt ached for a cock, any cock, to penetrate it. She didn't even mind his touching anymore. 

"Alright turn around and let me see the secret hole. I need to make sure it's a good size for baby bearing."

They both knew it was a lie but they couldn't help but play along, so he continued slowly stroking his precum covered cock as the bride turned around slowly, showing off her round, plump butt. She then spread her legs slightly and bent over so the priest could see her pussy.

His cock nearly erupted right there in his chair as her tight, young pink cunt came into view of his face. It was tight and shaved, just from the view. His eager, shaky hands grabbed her ass and caressed it before he noticed her soaked thighs. He then slid his hands across her juices and up her thighs until he reached her entrance. He slid fingers across her soaked pussy, feeling her lady parts carefully before he spread her open and slid a finger inside her hole. She was tight, extremely tight and very wet. This was his time. The time to feel his first pussy and last pussy. Maybe he'd do this more often though, but at this time, all he could think about was emptying his 50 year old balls for the first time since he was a high schooler, beating off in the bathroom. 

"Alright. Now. I need to bless her with my priestly seed. It's to ensure everlasting fertility. Please, come here." He pointed at the groom as the groom almost reached orgasim before pausing and joining the priest and his bride. He nodded and went on his knees as the priest stood up, his large boner stretching his robes far out. The priest adjusted his robes and the groom watched as the large, swollen old cock swing violently into view, spraying old yellowish precum onto the ground. He stared at the old man's wrinkly, veiny cock and his swollen balls that looked 5x their natural size. He then grabbed the priests vibrating cock and pushed it up, then pulled it downwards letting it fling back upwards. He then moved it side to side. After this, the bride bent over the chair letting her breasts dangle below and he guided the priests cock towards his brides hole. As soon as the tip slipped past her outer walls, the priests mouth dropped and a loud moan echoed from his mouth as he slowly pushed his cock, inch by inch, into her bare pussy. He felt her walls close in on his rod and squeeze him tight as his saggy balls rested against her thighs. The groom went under his bride and licked the priests balls for good luck before returning to his couch. The priests hands gripped her hips as he slid his cock out of her hole and back in, slowly as to not explode right away. 

"Oh dear. Your vagina is perfect to bare children. Mmmmf... it's... ohhhhhh....mmmf... it's quite tight. You should have no problems.....fuck...."

The priest buried his cock deep into her cunt, his balls pressing against her wonderful ass as he tried to push as much of his cock as he could into her tight, wet hole. His hands trailed to her hanging, swinging breasts and he fondled her beautiful tits once again as he used her pussy to milk his cock. Her groom couldn't take it any longer and joined the two, facing his bride as she was bent over the chair. His large, pulsing cock swung in front of her face and a stream of precum shot onto her cheek as he inched closer for her to suck on him. Eagerly, the bride opened her mouth and took her groom's cock inside of it, swallowing it all the way to his ballsack. He moaned loud as his cock head pushed against the back of her throat and he felt her tongue swirl across his balls making them shoot another stream of warm precum down her throat. He held her head and moved his swollen cock in and out of her mouth, matching the rhythm of the old priest as he forced his old cock deep into her young pussy. She was spit-roasted between two hard and pulsing cocks. Her pussy gushed juices as she came against the old priests cock which only made the priest fuck her harder and quicker, eager to release his pent up holy seed while her groom mouth fucked her, his balls slapping her chin as he thrusted slow, but deep. She could feel his eager cock pulse against the roof of her mouth each time he buried it deep in her throat.

She rocked against the priests cock making him grab her hips tightly as his cock was squeezed by her womb. 

"Oh father...please bless me with your cum!"

The bride moaned as she grinded against his cock forcing precum to squirt inside of her. The priest moaned again and began thrusting harder and deeper into her, his lust taking over. Her breasts bounced around as he pounded into her pussy over and over again. The cum in his balls swelled up and within moments, erupted from their tomb and spilling deep into her pussy. 

"Oh! Receive my blessing child!!!!"

The priest threw his head back as he came wave, after wave, spilling every drop he had into her hole. His balls began shrinking as more and more cum filled her hole, spilling whatever it couldn't fit onto the floor and around their feet. Years of stored sperm left his balls and flowed freely into her tight fuckhole. After every drop was emptied from their prison, his balls had shrunk significantly smaller than what they were, and his cock finished spilling it's seed, he pulled free from her used hole and his cock popped free, spilling more cum around them. He sighed heavily and replaced his robes to cover himself once again. His cock continued oozing left over cum across the inside of his robes as he gathered his breath. Her groom fucked her mouth faster and faster, moaning louder until he threw his head back and his cock filled her mouth full of warm sticky cum. He came so much that his cum leaked from her nose and forced her to spit out his still erupting cock, choking on the heavy flow of white goo. His cock spurt a few more streams of cum across her face and chest as his balls emptied completely. With both of her holes filled, she lay slump across the chair, her pussy still oozing the priests cum. 

"You two are fit to marry. However, I'll need to see the bride one last time before the marriage to ensure she receives a...second...blessing for good fortune."

The priests cock slightly hardened once again, awaiting her second visit.

[hirarandi]

Story 02

Tribe Breeder

Have you ever been to the Amazon Rain Forest? Did you know that the rain forest has existed for at least 55 million years? Or how about that it is believed that there may still be as many as 50 Amazon native tribes living in the rain forest that have never been in contact with the rest of the world? There are explorers that search to discover some of these unknown tribes to make contact with them and learn their culture while bringing the outside world to their tribes in hopes to better their living situations. One couple, for example, studied a tribe in attempts to help with medicines all the while documenting how they lived and survived in the harshness of the rain forest.

The couple was Claire and Jake, and they were off exploring the Amazon in search of undiscovered tribes to research and study. They sat in their tent talking with one of the locals from a tribe they were taking shelter in and together they learned of an undiscovered "lost tribe".

"So... you said you heard rumors of a tribe that lived deep within the forest?" Claire asked the local who was paying more attention to her tied white t-shirt that exposed her smooth, thin belly more than anything else.

Claire and Jake had a translator whom spoke to the local in his native tongue. The translator paused for a second, listening to the local before responding to Claire, "He says that there is indeed a tribe deep within the forest, but none of the locals go near it because they end up disappearing."

Jake shook his head and rubbed his temples before running a hand through his brown hair. "How do they know it's a tribe and not a wild animal or panther picking them off for getting too close to his territory?"

Their translator responded after listening to the local, "He said that a boy was with his father hunting when his father told him to hide behind a fallen log while he watch him kill a monkey for food. Except, the problem was that it wasn't a monkey, it was a someone from the hidden tribe and by the time his father saw the figure in the trees, it was too late. The boy's father had a spear sent straight through his chest before being dragged away. After a few hours, the boy finally slipped away and made a run back to the village to tell his father's story."

Claire stood up in excitement. "So it's true?! There really IS a hidden tribe deep within the forest that no one has made contact with!? Jake, do you hear that? We'll be the first to make contact!"

Jake sighed and leaned back against the arched wall of the tent, "Yes, it would seem so. Please, excuse my wife. She gets excited with new discoveries. We've been in and out of this forest for a year now and haven't had any luck until now."

After hearing the translation, the local tribesman smiled and shook Jake's hand after being nearly startled by the wife's sudden outburst.

"Frankie," said Jake to the translator, "Please thank this local man for my wife and I and feel free to enjoy the rest of your day. Claire and I have planning to do and now need to speak with the boy to find what path he was on," Jake replied after letting go of the locals sweaty hand.

Claire stretched with her arms straight up before tilting side to side to pop her hips. They had been interviewing the locals of the village for what felt like hours trying to learn more about their surroundings.

"Yes, sir. I'll probably head to the river nearby and take a swim to cool off. If I see the boy, I'll lead him to your tent and assist in translating for you," Frankie said as he escorted the local man out of the tent.

Claire and Jake both obtained their degrees studying in college together, they had known each other since high school. When they first got to talking, they learned they had the same passion which was adventure and discovery. So began their love life which soon lead to graduating college together, marriage, and taking the first plane out of America and straight into the heart of the Amazon. They fell in love with the culture but could only understand certain words from the natives such as food, peace, and river. The rest they left up to their translator whom they hired to escort them through the forest as well as speak to the natives so there wasn't any misunderstanding.

Many natives were skeptical about "white skinned strangers with funny accents" the deeper and deeper you went into the Amazon. Sure, on the outer edges the locals loved Americans and any other foreign tourists because they brought in money, but none of the explorers or natives alike bothered going too deep within the Amazon due to the known dangers that lurked within. From beasts to uncontacted tribes, death was almost guaranteed. Without a good guide and an understanding of the forest, the visitors stuck to the outer edges of the forest. As such, new faces were very uncommon the deeper you went into the forest and sometimes, strangers were even frowned upon and shunned.

One thing that was certain, was that Claire turned heads every time she walked into a village and greeted the locals. Jake loved the attention his wife got and he could easily tell which villages hadn't had outside visitors in a long time based off of how many tribal men took long stares at his wife. Her porcelain skin was almost like the light of a beacon. It actually seemed to even help further their exploration as many of the men were eager to talk to Claire (almost completely ignoring Jake at times. Claire was also very...persuasive. All she had to do was loosen her hair or unbutton a few buttons on her shirt to get the men talking about rumors they'd heard and wouldn't dare share with anyone else or the things they'd seen. All the while, they would attempt to hide their obviously rising loins under their loincloths, (if they even wore one) while speaking to Claire through the guide. Some would say outlandish things that the guide would leave out of translations in order to keep peace and respect for his bosses.

The translator himself also found Jake's wife to be a rare breed of beauty. He kept it to himself out of professionalism, but he often times had to catch himself whenever his eyes would wander and gaze a little too long at Claire.

Frankie walked with the local out of the couple's tent and headed off to the river for a wash. He sat down on the river bank and untied the leather holding his loincloth in place before stepping into the river. His dark skin reflected on the clear water as he slowly sank lower and lower until he was neck deep. His soft, brown cock was pushed around by the river currents while he rubbed himself all over to clean off the sweat and dirt of the forest.

Something caught his eye and he quickly sank lower into the river leaving just his eyes above water.

"Gator? Snake? What is that...?" he asked himself as he focused his vision to the wood line.

That's when he saw her. Claire, walking out of the wood line and trailing along the riverside. The guide kept his distance, but slowly swam along to where she was headed. Before long, Claire stopped at a secluded spot by the river and let down her hair. She then moved her thin fingers to the buttons on her shirt and slowly unbuttoned. The guide's eyes grew big, as did his cock, while he watched her undress.

Claire peeled off her white blouse and unclipped her bra which caused her perky, round breasts to bounce free. The guide guessed they were just big enough to fit into his hands. Frankie had never seen a pair of porcelain colored breasts before and her pink nipples only added to his excitement. He could feel his cock hardening under water and become more and more stiff, now fighting against the gentle flow of the river. The show wasn't over for him, however.

Next, Claire unbuckled her jeans and let them drop to the floor revealing her pink, hip hugging underwear. She bent over to fold her jeans to the side which revealed her round, peach shaped ass to the spectating guide. He unknowingly began to hump the water current, hornier than ever before as the gorgeous white skinned girl revealed herself to him without even knowing he was watching.

Claire quickly slipped out of her underwear, revealing her shaved, pink pussy lips. The guide's jaw dropped at the fact that she was hairless compared to the other women in villages and her pink pussy looked splendid and smooth. She was amazing and it was a true shame she belonged to her husband, Jake, when she had a body like that.

Claire stuck her toe into the river before walking into the running water until she was submerged up to her neck. Only then, did Claire notice the guide watching her from a distance.

"Hey!! I didn't know you came all the way out here to bathe Frankie?" Claire called out to her guide, blushing as she thought about how he had just seen her most private lady parts.

Sure, it wasn't uncommon when you're in a tribe who barely wore clothing in general, but she was married to Jake and she had never done any kind of exhibitionism in her life. In fact, she had only been with 1 other guy before meeting her husband.

"Sorry miss! The other areas were crowded so I thought I'd go a little down river to get my own spot," he cleverly responded, feeling proud of himself for thinking of such an excuse right in the spot when he was sporting the hardest boner he had, had in some time.

"Ah. Yeah, that's why I go far away from the village. I'm kinda shy you know?" Claire responded as she swam towards the guide to hear him better.

Claire reached towards him and held onto his dark shoulder to keep herself afloat as she struggled to regain her breath from the brisk swim. He almost froze solid when she touched his bare skin. Frankie was glad the water was murky enough to hide his raging erection that swayed with the currents only inches away from her thigh.

"Sorry, I'm super winded swimming up current to get to you." She breathed, "And I'm glad this water is murky or this would be weird with you seeing me naked and all."

A silence filled the air before Claire hummed to herself and said, "Alright... well I guess I'll go this way and you can go that way?" She pointed opposite of her, hinting for the guide to go away so she could bathe alone.

After pointing for him to go away, she turned around to swim off when her lower leg brushed up against his hardened cock which made her freeze for a second, blush, and swim away even faster. The guide breathed in deep when he felt her touch his cock and it pulled wildly wanting to be touched again, yet Claire swam off and he knew he had better do the same. The contract between him and Claire and Jake was too important to fuck up.

As he swam away, Claire thought about how he had definitely seen her naked and he was only the 3rd guy in her life to see her most sacred areas. She began getting horny as she thought about how hard he was from just watching her and how it felt as it slapped her leg from when she spun around to swim away. She also appreciated how casual he was after she accidentally touched his dick and left without a word. Claire would have to tell Jake. She never kept secrets from him.

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Later that night Jake and Claire were eating with the village as part of a small going away party before they departed the village and headed even deeper into the forest in search of the new hidden tribe that they had just learned about.

Jake was able to speak with the boy whose father had been killed, and after parting with a few chocolate bars, the boy was going to lead them at sunrise to the exact spot where it all happened. Claire bounced around excitedly the whole night as she used the guide to translate conversations for her and she spoke with the other women in the village.

After eating and visiting with the villagers, Claire and Jake headed back to their tent to get a few hours of sleep before waking up at sunrise to meet the boy. Claire gave Jake a wink and whispered in his ear before they stood up and quickly hurried off to their tent. The guide watched it all and after pondering it over in his head, he decided to follow them at a distance to their tent. Upon reaching it, he could hear soft groans coming from inside. He slowly walked around the sides of the tent until he found a small tear in the side at perfect eye level with him. It was just big enough for a single eye to peer into and watch the couple passionately kiss each other in the confines of their own tent.

He watched, envious of Jake, as Jake touched her cheek and brushed her hair behind her ear before kissing alongside her neck and giving a small nibble which made Claire moan softly again. Whether out of curiosity or pure lust, their guide continued watching. Claire quickly undressed in front of Jake which in turn, Jake then undressed in front of Claire and they sat naked with each other. Frankie's cock hardened once again and began leaking underneath his loincloth. It wasn't long before his cloth was pushed aside by his massive length of brown meat while he watched Jake slide his own white cock deep into Claire's cunt. As he hit the base, Jake moaned loudly about how tight she was and this caused the guide to start feverishly stroking his cock outside of the tent.

The guide watched as Jake penetrated his wife over and over again while imagining how tight she must be for him to comment about it and how he must have felt deep inside of her warm pink pussy. He watched them intertwine with one another as they took turns fucking, Claire reaching orgasm again and again.

Within minutes, Frankie began spilling his seed all over himself and the tent. He couldn't stop himself from blasting it all over the side. He was too horny and too full of cum to care. He stayed by a little while longer, watching the couple embrace one another before he slumped away, his cock shrinking and a heavy heart beating slow.

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That morning, Jake and Claire roused from their slumber and threw on their exploring clothes, which consisted of exactly what they were already wearing, but the name always brought a smile to Claire's lips. Her white teeth would poke through her plump lips as she'd repeat, "exploring clothes" after Jake said it.

They left their tent and met Frankie right outside holding his gear and a compass with a rough sketched map tied to the end of his spear.

"We all ready gang?" Claire asked with a bright smile on her face and her chest slightly pounding after seeing Frankie again and remembering how he had seen her naked.

Claire had told Jake about what happened that very same day and Jake only hugged her tight, kissed her forehead and said, "Thank you for telling me. It's all ok. This is a forest after all and we're not exactly living in a hotel or anything so it's bound to happen." He also grew a large boner that made Claire blush and they never spoke of it again.

Jake stretched high, reaching up to the morning sky before yawning and turning around to grab a pot of fresh coffee hanging from their tent. He paused for a second and looked closer.

"Hey...hey Claire look at this!"

Claire walked up to Jake and scratched her chin as they stared at a large, white stain on the side of their tent right below the tear.

"I wonder what this is? How did it get here? Was this always here?"

Frankie covered his mouth as they stared at his large cum stain he left behind last night after jerking off to Jake and Claire fucking.

"Oh yes. It's probably a really big slug for sure. Just, crawling on the side of your tent and all," he quickly responded, stuttering as he tried to speak proper English without fucking up what he was thinking.

Jake looked at Claire and then at Frankie who was shrugging his shoulders. Claire and Jake looked at each other again before Claire threw up her hands and walked away saying, "Must've been a big ass slug."

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The three followed the young boy as he lead them through the dense forest. They climbed over logs and slid down slopes before crossing streams and rivers. After while, Claire sat down on a fallen log and sighed, unbuttoning her blouse and waving air down into her chest.

"The girls are sweating Jake. We should rest for awhile," Claire panted as he took a few more steps before agreeing and resting against a hollowed stump. The guide spoke with the boy about resting and the boy kept pointing at a small opening before making spear motions and grabbing his throat.

"What's he saying Frank?" Jake asked after chugging water from his bottle.

"The boy says the attack happened right around here and the log Mrs. Claire is sitting on is where he hid for several hours before running back to the village. He says he ran for hours and hours, and felt completely lost trying to find his way home. He says he also doesn't want to go any farther now and wants to go home." Frank repeated to Jake as the boy spoke with clicks and whistles and weird words that the two heard before, but still didn't understand.

"Very well. Tell him he did an amazing job and give him the rest of the chocolate from my bag," Jake replied, tossing his small pouch to Frankie.

After receiving the chocolate, the boy ran off with a large smile, already covered in chocolate as he quickly bit into it, completely ignoring the wrapper.

"I like that boy," Claire called out to Jake as she fanned herself. "I want a boy after all of this."

Frankie looked at Jake who looked back at Frankie with a shrug and quickly began drinking more water to avoid the statement his wife had just made.

Suddenly there was a rustling in the bushes which made everyone suddenly quiet as they all looked around the forest to try and locate the exact origin.

"Frank...get that spear ready," Jake whispered to the guide.

Before Frankie could draw his spear, three painted men jumped down from the trees and held a spear to each of their throats. Others emerged from the tree line with crudely made bows drawn at them. They spoke in their native tongue to one another before looking at Jake and speaking to him.

"Hey...what's he saying?"

Frankie swallowed and licked his chapped lips before replying, "If I understood correctly it sounds as if they are talking to each other about what they should do to us. The one with the white stripes across his chest pointing the spear at your throat seems to be their hunting leader. Their white paint is an old, old tradition we used to do when hunting tough prey that could kill an entire party. Like a panther or bear for example. Right before we would..."

The guide was cut off before he could continue explaining when the spear dug deeper into his throat. The native holding the spear asked him, "You speak our language intruder? What is it you want? What are you doing here? You're apart of the Black Striped tribe aren't you??"

The guide calmly responded in their native dialect, "No, brother. We are not of the Black Stripes. These two here hired me to talk for them. They are adventurers looking to learn about us and our traditions. They have no weapons. I carry a spear for animal attacks."

The man with the White Stripes looked Jake up and down before signaling his men to search Jake and Claire.

"Woah! Woah! What are they doing Frank??" Claire asked as she felt their hands groping around in her body, particularly focusing on her ass and breasts.

"Relax Mrs. Claire. They are checking for weapons. White Stripes here thinks we're spying for some tribe known as the Black Stripes. They must be in conflict with them if they have war bands roaming the forest," Frank responded while carefully watching the natives search his belongings.

"Ok. You all come with us. We will let the chief decide what to do with you," The White Striped leader responded to Frankie as soon as their search was over.

The rest of the crew grabbed their supplies and fought over who got what before they took off deeper into the forest. For once in their lives, Jake and Claire thought about death and all that it entailed. Frankie accepted his fate and only wished he could've fucked Claire when he had the chance. He didn't bother contemplating on it too long. He had his life to think about.

After what seemed like an hour or two, the trio arrived at a run down village that only had a few huts and wooden cages with dogs inside. One of the cages had human remains inside. The whole village came out to see what the war band had brought back. Their eyes lit up when they saw two fair skinned humans walking through their camp with a tribesman that looked a lot like Frankie, but had no markings of his tribe anywhere on his body.

Claire looked around the village as every set of eyes seemed to be devouring her. Jake also scanned his surroundings and noticed that he couldn't find any females in the village. There were no women, and no female elders. All were male and most were naked. Not unusual for hidden tribes as many didn't know what clothing was nor did they have any care to wear such constricting things when they seemed perfectly capable of scaling trees and cliff sides naked and barefoot.

Upon reaching what they believed to be the center of the village, a large, old man exited a hut guarded by two burly looking men with three white stripes across their arms and a single hand print on their chests. The old man, assuming to be an elder of the village, walked up to the three as they were bound to three wooden poles, their hands tied behind their backs around the pole. He stared at all three of them for a while, scratching his white bearded chin before waving away the war band leaving just himself standing in front of the trio. The rest of the men stood around in a circle staring at the trio as the elder spoke. Jake and Claire looked around at all the faces who stared right back at them with interest. Particularly interested in Claire and why she looked different from them.

Frankie listened to what the elder was saying and began translating for Jake.

"Uhhh I see what's going on. The Elder here leads this village. He's announcing himself to the village and is explaining that he doesn't believe we're from the other tribe. Let's see... now he's saying," Frankie was cut short when the Elder paused and rose an eyebrow at Frankie before asking him questions.

"You speak our language? I thought my son was lying when he said you spoke our language. You're not from here or born of this tribe."

Frankie sighed, tired of having to always explain himself whenever they made contact with a new tribe who always seemed to be shocked at how well he understood and could speak to them. After explaining what he was doing and what Jake and Claire wanted the Elder began pacing back and forth.

"What's going on?" Jake asked Frankie who the question.

The Elder signaled to cut Frankie loose. Once free, the guide rubbed his bruised wrists and took his side by the Elder who now stared at Jake and Claire. Frankie began translating,

"Your guide is now my guide so I may speak with you. You two have trespassed into my lands. Since you do not appear to be of the same skin as us, I believe that you two come in peace as your guide has explained to me. I shall permit you to live on one condition and one condition only. If you do not abide by this condition you die right here, right now. If you agree, I will cut you free and you may live with us for as long as you shall walk this ground living. The condition for living, is that this woman here is to satisfy my village. My people have not laid with a woman in many, many moons now after the tribe of Black Stripes raided my village and took all of our women."

Jake began to say something until Frankie shook his head back and forth telling him to not say anything yet. The Elder went on,

"She must provide children for us so that my village continues to live on. She will bear all of our children so we may live. That is the condition. Make your choice."

Claire began to cry as she heard her fate and Jake remained speechless as he tried not to shout and yell obscurities at the man who was giving them a ridiculous decision. After a brief moment, Jake spoke to the Elder with Frankie translating, "I understand what is happening, but this is my wife. She is married to me and is mine. I can't allow that to happen. There must be something else? We could try and make peace?"

The Elder scoffed loudly before replying through Frankie, "If that is your choice then die."

Two men walked up to them with Spears drawn and were ready to pierce their hearts when Jake yelled out, "Ok!! Ok, ok. Fuck. Son of a bitch. Claire we will find a way out of this ok? Just be tough. Be tough. I love you don't you ever forget that."

The Elder smiled after listening to the translation. Claire lowered her head in defeat, tears now trailing down her face. For a while she was silent before talking.

"I know... it's- it's ok. We...we'll be okay. We will find a way. Just...don't watch... okay? Look away. I don't want you to see me violated like this," Claire replied to Jake after sniffling away her tears.

The Elder leaned in for a translation. He then smiled wide and spoke to his small crowd of people.

"We shall have a future through this woman!! Starting with me."

The guards cut Claire free and walked her to the Elder as he took his place upon a crudely made chair that almost resembled that of a King. The Elder waved his hand in the air and Claire was stripped naked forcefully by the brutes until she was left naked and bare for the whole village to see. Frankie even stared in awe, seeing Claire's body up close and personal. Not through murky water at a distance or through a tiny hole in a tent. She stood in front of the Elder naked as the day she was born. Her whole body was on display and the village cheered and beat their chests like animals would after a victory.

They had never seen such a woman before. Her pink, round nipples became erect as the cool moist air kissed her now exposed chest. She held a hand over her hairless cunt as eyes roamed her naked body up and down. She lowered her head and covered her eyes with the other hand while all took in the view they had. Jake stared at his beautiful wife, unable to do anything as a spear was held to his throat while his Claire was put on display. It was one thing for her to tell him about the river incident, but now to have a whole village full of lustful men who hadn't been with a women in quiet a while was another.

It didn't stop his cock from becoming erect as he stared at his wife's beautiful plump ass with a tiny mole on one cheek and a wet pussy between both slender thighs. It didn't stop the ideas of his wife being used as a cum dumpster for the whole village from racing through his mind. His cock becoming hard from these lecherous thoughts didn't help his state of mind. As he watched the Elder eye her body up and down before grinning with an almost toothless smile, Jake looked down when he watched a greedy hand extend from the chair and grab Claire by her apple bottom ass. The Elder gave it a good squeeze before removing his loincloth which did no justice in hiding his now very noticeable erection.

Claire looked up as the Elders cock became view able and she gasped at how large he was. His cock was at least 3 fingers thick and roughly 9-10 inches long. It was dark skinned with veins bulging from his shaft which twitched with desire. His balls looked heavy and sagged below the chairs edge, swinging freely as he scooted to the edge of his seat to give her tender nipples a long suck while fondling her ass. She felt his rough tongue flick over her nipples as his hands grabbed at her ass, squeezing and pulling her cheeks apart before letting them bounce back together. She glanced around at the crowd that had gotten closer to her and saw men taking out their cocks from their loincloths and stroking themselves to her abuse. They were all very hard and leaked beads of precum.

After the Elder had his fill of exploration, he signaled for others to join in on exploring their new toy. They were not allowed to penetrate her as he would be the first, but he permitted them to touch and toy with her. Frankie stood next to the Elder and watched as Claire became a toy to these villagers. They took turns touching her thighs and arms and belly before getting more ballsy and groping her white breasts and ass. Claire watched without fighting as many different brown hands groped at her moon white skin. She even whimpered in pleasure as eager hands found their way to her pussy, slipping a sneaky finger inside of her before quickly moving it away so the Elder wouldn't see. She casually moved her legs apart as more hands took interest in touching her private area, in full view of her husband who could do nothing but watch his wife get groped.

Jake watched as hands grabbed her hips and plump cheeks followed by light spanks and tugging of her pink nipples. He could also see the faint glistening of her pussy juice oozing down her inner thighs as she was tormented and touched all over. She couldn't help but become extremely aroused. Every inch of her body had a hand touching, feeling, and playing with her. The Elder just sat and watched, his large erection pulsing up and down as he watched his men toy with her. After he had enough, he signaled his guards once again.

This time, they lifted Claire up into the sire with ease before turning her around to face her husband, Jake, and aimed her pussy over the Elders cock that was now bursting with precum. His dark, chocolate covered head spewed out clear trails of precum as he anticipated piercing her pussy. Jake watched eagerly as his wife's pussy kissed the tip of the monstrous cock before making it disappear inside of her. All at the same time of penetration, Claire met out a large moan as her pussy stretched around the Elders huge eager cock, the Elder threw his head back and gasped as his cock was swallowed by her extremely tight hole, and Jake's mouth opened with anger and excitement as his wife's pussy was penetrated by some random man who lived in the forest.

As the Elders cock sank deeper and deeper into Claire's pussy, a noticeable bulge appeared to form in her belly and twitch each time the Elders cock twitched. No one in the village had seen a fair skinned woman or man before and all of this was too much for some as they began cumming onto the ground while watching. Claire looked down and watched her belly bulge as she took the Eder's cock into her pussy until she rested on top of his heavy sack. The guards held each leg and waist as they lifted her like a human fuck-toy into the air and dropped her back down onto the Elders cock.

Jake could tell Claire was enjoying the abuse with how coated the Elders cock looked each time it was freed from its warm, tight prison before sliding back into it making him grunt loudly and roll his head around in pleasure.

Frankie began translating again, his own cock poking free from his loincloth and oozing precum, "Your woman will be the perfect breeding tool for my men. I have never been with any woman that grips my meat as tight as she does. Prepare to receive my children."

Jake moves against the spear shouting, "No!! Not inside of her!!"

But the guards paid no mind as they picked her up again and again, dropping her back onto the Elders lap. Jake watched his wife pleasure the Elder and breaking her promise Claire stared Jake in the eyes the whole time. They made a mental connection. They knew what they had to do and somehow... they both secretly enjoyed it. Claire felt the sudden surge of warm liquid burst inside of her shortly after hearing the Elder grunt out loudly. Jake watched in disbelief as his wife was filled with another man's seed. He watched the Elder pump his load into Claire's womb. The guards kept Claire pinned onto the Elder as his balls emptied inside of her and only after they were empty did he allow them to lift her off of his lap.

While Claire stood in front of Frankie, the Elder stood up, his large cock going limp and flopping back against his thighs, and raised his hands up into the air.

"It is done! Take her to my tent and mark her. She will now be passed among everyone else to relieve them of their seed. With luck, she will bear many children."

The Elder then walked over to Jake who was now sitting against the pole, his hands sore from fighting the binds. Jake looked up at the Elder who's fat cock swung above Jake's face.

"You are free to roam the camp, but you can not leave or we will kill you. You try to escape with your woman and we kill you both. She is your woman and we respect that bond so she shall sleep with you and love you, but she is ours when we call for it."

Before Jake could even sputter a quick witted remark, the Elder spun around and marched back off to his hut where Claire was being pushed into as she looked back at Jake, defeated and violated.

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An hour later, while Jake was pacing back and forth, rubbing his bruised hands, Frankie exited the hut followed by Claire who was rubbing her hip. The cum from the Elder was dried on her thighs as she walked up to Jake before collapsing into his arms and giving him a weak hug. That's when Jake noticed a tattooed symbol onto his wife's precious skin. It was right on her hip and perfectly drawn.

"This symbol means she is meant for breeding and carrying the villages offspring. They usually tattoo this onto animals that they intend to use to breed other animals, but they applied it to your wife. Take no offense, they only mean this as a way of labeling her," Frankie replied, sounding more serious than usual.

"Frankie what the fuck man. Why are they doing this to us?" Jake asked as he ran his fingers through Claire's hair as she drifted into sleep after her ordeal.

"To YOU, you mean? I am free to leave this village whenever I want. The Elder has personally granted me full authority to go where I please since I speak their language and have brought him a great gift."

"A gift?" Claire tiredly retorted.

"Yes. You. Now obviously I never intended for that to happen, but I have to do what it takes to stay alive just as you do," Frankie replied in a hushed voice so no one would hear him. 'I'm also going to enjoy fucking your wife Jake' he thought to himself, his cock still very, very erect even more so after touching Claire's bare back and caressing down to her butt before stepping away.

"Anyways, try and get some food and sleep. The Elder has announced no one else will touch her until the new sun rises in the morning so his offspring have a chance to dwell inside of your wife's womb," Frankie said quickly to Jake as he darted off to respond to the Elder who was now yelling out for him from his hut.

Jake and Claire looked up at each other and sighed. It seemed like they'd never escape.

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Jake walked with Claire to the nearby river to help her clean up, escorted by guards of course, but nonetheless, they were at least able to get out of the village whom all were probably counting down the hours until sunrise.

"Are you ok?" Jake finally asked once he helped Claire into the river where the guards stood watch.

"I'm...fine. As fine as I can be I suppose... How... how are you? I can't imagine your taking this very lightly," Claire responded as she pushed the water onto her skin and scrubbed herself trying to scrub away any impurities.

"I'm fine. I mean, it's what we have to do for right now right? I talked to Frankie and since he has free range, he agreed to scout for Black Stripes and see if he can strike a deal with them," Jake now whispered as he washed Claire's hair for her.

"But...that's dangerous?"

"Yeah but we don't really have a choice now though do we? I mean, I don't want to see you get fucked by heathens every day for the rest of our lives," Jake replied, pausing his scrubbing for a moment.

"Well...it seemed like you... almost liked it..." Claire trailed off. "I... saw the boner you had. I was facing you the whole time remember? I mean... it's not a bad thing or anything but..."

Jake become flushed in the face. It wasn't his fault. Or was it? He did get turned on watching his wife get taken in front of him. He thought about it for a minute before Claire continued, "Its ok. I actually kinda liked it myself in a way... I mean, not that I'd ever betray you, but I weirdly enough was really, really turned on being used like that. And I saw how horny you got when I told you about what happened with Frankie in the river. I thought maybe that's why you fucked me so hard that night. And Frankie is full of shit about that slug thing... I saw him watching us fuck. He stood right in that corner and beat his meat to you ravaging your wife. If anything knowing I was being watched almost made our sex even better than usual..."

Jake didn't know what to say. He has never heard his wife talk like that before. His cock also reacted quickly by becoming hard and gushing precum since it hadn't had a chance to release after Claire's ordeal.

"Well, I mean yeah. I guess... I guess I kinda enjoyed it actually," Jake finally admitted after poking Claire in the hip with his boner.

"Yeah, I can tell... Well... it won't be so bad. As long as I don't get pregnant we can slip out of this scotch free with another kink to add to our list-"

Claire was cut off and moaned loudly as she felt Jake slip his rock solid cock into her pussy. Jake could feel the remnants of the Elders cum still inside her. And Claire felt how hard Jake was and it only drove her lust to even greater heights. Jake thought about how he actually really enjoyed what was happening even if it meant they'd be stranded amongst the tribe for the rest of their lives. Jake continued to thrust into Claire who could feel his cock twitch and pulse inside of her as he began thrusting, harder and faster making him now moan. Before she could say anything, Jake exploded inside of her after a few thrusts. That's all it took. He was too pent up to let any longer. Claire only giggled and slipped away to finish cleaning herself off.

"That fast huh?"

Jake shuddered for a moment as his cock finished oozing the rest of its cum out, "Yeah. I was on edge watching what happened and I really needed to cum so why not?"

Claire smiled and coyly replied, "Well that's nice and all, but... what about me? I'm still horny."

"Well, you do have a village to empty right?"

And just like that, they accepted the fate they had been dealt. For now, Claire would fuck every male in the village and her husband would get the sloppy seconds whenever he requested. She was still his wife after all. And no matter how many cocks she had to fuck and balls she needed to empty, she would always love him and only him.

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The next day Claire was awoken by a guard who shoved her awake as she lay next to her husband. Frank was by their sides to translate, "He's saying it's time to get up. You have work to do."

Claire tiredly rubbed her eyes and sat up, yawning and nodded in understanding. The guards cock was fully erect upon seeing she was still naked. Playfully, Claire ran her fingers along his brown stick making the guard shudder and spurt precum from his swollen tip. Then, for waking her up, she walked outside of the hut leaving the guard furious and his cock eager. Frank lead her to a small hut, "This is your first stop. This is the Elders closest friend and his friend's son. They will be next on your list and the rest is free range. Treat them well."

Claire sighed and walked into the hut where the older man and his son sat waiting. The son saw Claire and stood up quickly, his young cock becoming erect faster than light. He wasn't bad looking either, for a tribal. His brown skin was toned and held muscle definition probably from all the hunts and climbing he did. His cock stood erect at 8 inches and probably 2 fingers thick. Claire glanced down to see what he was packing and wasn't disappointed. The boys balls were smooth and dangled below his manly cock. They had to be the size of large grapes and one ball hung slightly lower than the other.

His father, on the other hand, smirked and she watched his cock slowly climb up to point at the ceiling of the hut being the same size as his sons and baring almost the same ball size, just slightly bigger. The father said something which translated to, "My son has never been with a woman and is now in his prime. We are both full and need release."

Claire smiled big, still wanting the release she never received from the previous day, and quickly dropped to her knees. She signaled them over so they were standing above her, their hard cocks swinging freely above her head. She was eye level with their brown sacks and as she took their balls into her small hands, she could feel how full they were. Just a small squeeze and precum came jetting out of their tips making them both moan. The sons cock oozed and leaked a lot more than his father.

"You're eager aren't you little guy?" Claire talked to herself which only made the two tribesmen raise an eyebrow in misunderstanding.

They watched as her soft, pink lips took their turn wrapping themselves around each cock and giving them each a good, long suck. They obviously had never had a blowjob because they were curious at first, but quickly began rubbing her soft head as she licked their balls and swallowed down their cocks. Her tongue traced the veins on the boys cock which at this point was probably harder than steel. His father was still slightly flimsy, but he was gushing. Claire took both of their cocks into her mouth and sucked on them long and hard like she was sucking a juice box back at home. She could tell they were getting close but she wasn't ready for them to cum just yet.

She stood up and let them fondle her soft, white breasts while she slowly stroked their cocks. They moaned and she groaned as they sucked on her nipples and she twirled her fingers around their oozing tips, smearing her saliva all over their cocks like lube. Finally, she decided to let the boy go first since he probably wouldn't last more than a minute. Claire got onto all four and wiggled her peach shaped butt at the son who quickly mounted her from behind. She could feel his eager cock poking at her entrance and with a good thrust, was soon spreading her soft pussy lips apart. Claire moaned and it was quickly silenced when the father presented her with his cock to suck on.

"Guess you really liked that huh?" Claire giggled as she took his whole cock deep down into her throat before spitting it back out and rubbing her lips across it. The son grabbed her hips and squeezed them hard as his cock became devoured inside of her tight snatch. She could feel his girth and his brown balls slapping her pussy as he began thrusting in and out of her doggy style. The father grabbed her head and forced his cock all the way into her mouth so her nose was pressed up against his lower abdomen which only spurted more precum down her throat. After a few seconds, he let go and Claire coughed as she regained oxygen. Meanwhile, the son pushed himself as deep as he could go and paused for a second, feeling her pussy clench down onto his youthful cock.

Claire enjoyed feeling him twitch inside of her womb and gleefully went back to sucking on the boy's father's cock. The man moaned and groaned before finally cumming down Claire's throat. She could feel the initial burst as it skyrocketed into the back of her throat. As she swallowed his load she looked back at the son who now began picking up his pace, she the. raised her ass higher so the boy could really pound her. She saw her husband standing in the doorway watching. She smiled at Jake and Jake weakly smiled back before walking back out and returning to whatever he was doing his pants now tented.

Claire watched the boys balls bounce off of her pussy and thighs as they jerked around with each unsteady thrust. Within minutes, the boy was spewing his spunk for the first time deep within her pussy. She smiled as he moaned out loud and his hips jerked back and forth with each powerful spurt. As he pulled out, a trail of white cum began leaking from her pussy.

"The boy and his father wish to thank you for accepting their seed," Frank said as he watched the two now leave the hut, stretching and chattering in their native tongue.

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Jake had finally started to accept what was happening to his wife. He had sent Frankie out to the other village to make amends, but when he came back, Frankie was quiet and said nothing. Later, Jake walked in on what was happening with Claire and the father with his boy. What Jake didn't expect, was what happened next.

Jake returned to the village after grabbing water for himself and Claire when his guard escort pointed to the center of the village where a small crowd had gathered.

"Oh, now what??" Jake huffed to himself as he darted towards the center.

That's when he saw why the crowd had gathered. Claire was in a pillory. Her head and hands were secured in place and she was bent over by the device. Frankie was saying something to Claire when he saw Jake approach the crowd. The guide smiled at Jake before clearing his voice.

"As I was just telling your wife, it's my turn now. And afterwards, the rest of the tribe will have their turn. The people have spoken and said they are tired of waiting. The Elder has already granted permission."

Frankie paced around Claire as she struggled in her bonds while two guards slapped her bare ass roughly to silence her. Claire only reacted with a moan and her knees buckled slightly. Frankie ran his hand down Claire's lower back until it rested on her plump cheek. He then placed his other hand on her opposite cheek and smiled widely at Jake as he groped Claire's firm ass.

"I have been waiting for this moment since the first time we met. I'm done pleasuring myself to the thought of your wife. Now, I will experience her for myself. She can drain my balls along with everyone else in the tribe."

Jakes cock stood straight up in his pants after hearing what was going to happen to his beautiful, innocent wife.

"What about the deal? What did the other tribe say?? I thought we had a plan Frank!!"

Frankie smiled again knowing the others couldn't understand what they were saying. Instead, they watched with curiosity as to what the two were arguing about all the while checking out Claire's exposed body while stroking hardening members.

"He's agreed to a plan. He heard rumors of a white female in this tribe, so his deal was to meet by the waterfall and he could have your wife for a night. Afterwards, when he saw that we kept our word, he will meet with the Elder and discuss peace terms."

"You're using my WIFE as a peace offering?!" Jake was furious, but his lust betrayed him as he secretly wanted to see his own wife be covered in cum, but kept that part to himself.

"Yes, that's right. Now, to business here..." Frankie's words trailed off as his hands glided over Claire's soft, porcelain skin. His tan, brown fingers groped every inch of Claire's helpless body as she stood bent over and secure in the pillars that Frankie had probably designed himself after seeing one in another village that Jake and Claire had pointed out to him.

Frankie had been with Jake and Claire for almost a year now as they trekked through the forest. Every few nights he would lay awake while thinking of Claire and what it would feel like to fuck her. Then that night when he saw Jake and Claire going at it, he decided he was going to fuck Claire. This was his perfect chance to and Jake couldn't do anything about it. The Elder made Frankie part of the tribe, so therefor as a member of the tribe he was allowed to fuck Claire.

Frankie tucked Claire's hair behind her ear and stroked her soft cheek before leaning down and whispering slyly into her ear, "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."

Claire shuddered at the thought of all of the tribes cocks using her hole one by one until they were spewing copious amounts of cum inside of her. She felt his fingers trace the symbol that had been tattooed onto her hip before she felt the tip of his cock now grind against her firm ass. She could tell how hard he was by how much cum streaked across her cheeks. The small crowd watched intently as Claire and Jake's guide took his cock into his hand and aimed it at Claire's now exposed and dripping pink cunt.

Frankie sighed as he felt Claire's love juices spill onto his raging boner and Jake pushed his way through the crowd to his wife. He could see Frankie's tan cock sliding in between Claire's pink lips as they drooled all over his thick cock. Claire was breathing heavy as her clit rubbed against his shaft. Claire's eyes grew big and a moan escaped her lips when she felt Frankie's swollen, oozing cock head push past her lips and pierce her pussy. She felt as he easily slid his cock inch by inch into her married womb until his brown balls rested against her smooth thighs.

"Oh FUCK she is tight!! Everything I imagined she would be!!" Moaned Frankie loudly as his cock was engulfed by Claire's warm snatch. "I'm about to cum just from entering her."

Claire grunted as she felt him slide his rod halfway out of her pussy before plowing straight back into her. Her pussy was forced apart with each thrust from his rock solid cock. She could feel his balls slap her thighs over and over again as he seemed to pick up the pace. Frankie wasn't going easy on her. She could tell he had waited for this moment with how hard he was ramming his cock into her pussy. Her butt jiggled with each thrust and the slapping noises of his balls hitting her thighs echoed throughout the quiet forest. Claire looked around at all the spectators as they all began stroking themselves to the scene before them.

They awaited their turn as she was taken advantage of by her own guide. Frankie muttered obscene and vulgar words as he fucked Claire. Half of it was in his native tongue and the rest was English so Jake could hear what was said.

"Oh yeah this is tight. My dick hasn't felt this good in ages. I can't believe I didn't bang you when I had the chance. I should've fucked you in the river. Oh fuck I'm gonna explode inside of you and fill you with my seed." Frankie continued between each thrust as he picked up speed again this time even faster and harder. Claire felt his cock swell up to twice its size before Frankie grabbed her hips and dug his fingers in deep.

"Oh fuuuuuck!!"

Claire felt hot, warm seed flood her hole and fill her up. Jake watched Frankie's brown balls rise and fall as they pumped Claire full of his cum. They rose high in their sack with each powerful spurt. Claire's knees buckled below her now and she snagged against Frankie's thighs as she felt her womb fill to bursting.

After what felt like forever, Frankie pulled his softening cock free from Claire's cunt. As it flopped against his empty balls, the cum gushed from Claire's pussy and down her tired thighs. Frankie then began speaking to the locals, "She is now free to relieve yourselves! Empty your balls inside of her so she may carry your offspring!" He translated for the tribe.

Without warning, Claire was soon speared with another hard cock which was smaller but definitely thicker than Frankie's. The cum now acting as a lubricant which made the thick cock slip in with absolute ease. Jake watched as the men each took turns filling his wife up with their cocks. The crowd fought over her pussy which lead to Claire getting pounded by a cock and after a few thrusts, it would be pulled free and another would take its place thrusting fast and before being yanked out of her so another would fill her up. Some were so impatient they had her filled even two, even three, at a single time before being pulled away. None had gotten the chance to cum yet and as the fighting continued, they became eager to release their seed.

Claire soon had a cock in each hand with one being forced down her throat and she was in no position to fight it as she was stuck in the pillory. Claire could feel hands grabbing at her dangling breasts and kneading her nipples between their grubby fingers. Soon, a greedy tongue would find its way to her pink nipples and she'd be sucked and tugged on while the war for her pussy continued. Cock after cock entered her hole and soon, they began cumming inside of her and all over her ass and thighs.

She tasted their brown cocks while they waited their turn for her hole and she could taste how salty their precum was. Some were so impatient that they'd begin cumming right then and there. She's have to swallow it all or it would run down her chin as some of them just had too much cum. Her hands worked their dicks up and down as her pussy was pounded from behind. Jake stood by and watched it all in disbelief, a guard still keeping him back.

Here his wife was having a train ran on her by tribal people. The very people they came to learn about and teach, were now fucking his wife and relieving themselves inside of her. Cock after hard, pulsing cock entered her tight pussy and filled her up with their seed before another took its place and she moaned and her eyes would roll back as she came all over their cocks again and again. She sucked passionately on each rod that was forced into her mouth and she diligently sucked each one dry. She would watch their balls deflate inside her mouth as she milked them dry.

After a few hours, the crowd got smaller and smaller as the locals had second and third goes at Claire until their cocks wouldn't harden any more. With all of their balls completely empty, Claire remained in the center of the village coated in white spunk. Puddles of cum were left under Claire and by her mouth. Her pussy was sore and oozed with cum that now seemed to continuously leak. Her belly was bulged with how much cum had been emptied inside of her and all Claire could do was lower her head in shame. In shame of how she had been taken advantage of in front of her husband and in shame of how much she enjoyed it. She had multiple orgasms so many times and so hard that just the wind kissing at her bare pussy made her twitch in pleasure.

Her clit had swollen twice it's size with how abused it was and each drop of cum that spilled from it made her knees shake. Her round ass was left with multiple hand prints from being slapped and grabbed and her nipples were hard and coated in saliva. Claire has never felt so abused and so taken advantage of in her whole life, but she secretly had dreamed of this day. She looked up at Jake with big green eyes and he finally was free to kiss her cheek, and pointed at the locks to let the guards know to open them.

With the town satisfied, the guards unlocked her binds and Claire quickly collapsed in Jake's arms. He picked her up and carried her to the river where he bathed her and made sure she was scrubbed clean. Afterwards, Jake carried Claire to their hut where she slept the rest of the day and into the night.

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A week later things had began to feel normal. The Elder let Claire recover for a few days after the orgy she suffered and once she had recovered, she returned to the Elders hut to milk him of his seed. Meanwhile, Frankie had been meeting regularly with the rival tribe working out peace agreements and terms between the tribes including releasing the women they held hostage for over a year.

Claire mounted the Elders stiff cock and rode him cowgirl style until he ejaculated inside of her. Afterwards, she mounted each guard and stroked the others in her hands as she bounced up and down. They took turns fondling her breasts while having their cocks sucked on. Some would slap her across her cheek with their oozing cocks before making her suck on them and releasing their seed inside of her mouth while the one below her thrust upwards and coated her pussy with his seed.

Jake would fuck Claire whenever he could in between her sessions, but he mainly stuck to caring for her as she would be too weak to do anything else. She became the villages play toy whom sucked and fucked every hard cock that was pointed her way. Old, young, strong or fat, it didn't matter.

"All balls must be emptied," as the Elder had put it and in doing such, she kept Jake and herself alive.

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After the second week, and after Frankie finished sucking on Claire's beautiful breasts while she rode his stiff cock until he exploded inside of her tight cunt one last time, Frankie lead Claire to the waterfall where the leader of the Black Stripes was waiting. Behind the waterfall the meeting began.

"I've brought the famous light skinned woman you requested as a peace offering," Frankie spoke to the leader in their native tongue. Claire looked the leader up and down to judge how tough he was going to be.

The Black Stripes leader stood tall at almost 7 foot which was very uncommon and he had muscles on top of muscles. He also didn't bother wearing any kind of clothing so his monstrous cock could be admired by all. Claire got nervous as she watched his cock swing against his massive muscular thighs and he walked towards her smirking. His massive brown cock began rising as he got the full view of Claire's innocent, (if she was even innocent anymore), naked body.

His cock had never tasted a white woman before and he had only heard of rumors about fair skinned people, yet here one stood as a peace offering between tribes. Claire stared at the pulsating member as it drooled it's seed out in front of her. Claire swallowed hard as Frankie stood back and folded his arms across his chest.

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Jake decided he should be there for his wife in case the meeting went bad and they took her too. As he got closer to the waterfall he could hear the sound of skin slapping skin. It was so loud that it echoed past the waterfall and down the narrow canyon. It had already begun and Claire's moans filled the air between the clapping of balls against ass.

As Jake got closer he could hear animalistic grunting from behind the waterfall and his heart began pounding in his chest. Jake soon entered the chamber where Frankie was leaning against a wall and his wife was lifted into the air like a rag doll and being pile driven down on top of a huge cock with large balls big enough to put any man to shame. The beast of a man looked over at Jake and only smirked once again as his huge cock speared itself into Claire's tight little snatch again and again.

Each thrust revealed a large bulge in Claire's belly followed by a loud moan as Claire tilted her head left and right as she was picked up and slammed back down onto his cock.

Claire was then pushed up against the side of the rocky wall while the leader of the Black Stripes pushed himself up against Claire, grabbing her breasts in his legs hands and sucking each nipple thoroughly. Jake watched as the beast of a man basically manhandled his own wife before him and enjoyed every inch of her body.

Before his cock could release its seed, he pulled free from her tight cunt and lifted her into the air until her pussy was above his face. His large tongue lapped at her hole making Claire groan out in pleasure. He lowered her into his face and began eating Claire's pussy like it were his last meal on earth. Claire grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face deeper into her pussy making sure he licked every inch.

After Claire threw her head back and came all over her assaulter's face, he quickly slammed her back onto his meaty cock and began fucking her like a human flesh light. Seconds later, the man roared loud, echoing through the cave walls as his balls blasted their seed deep inside of Claire. Her belly inflated with the man's potent seed and it gushed out round his balls coating them in white goo. After ensuring every drop was milked free, he let Claire drop to her knees and crawl towards Jake who was rushing to her side.

"Very well. Your peace offering was worth it. That was the best hole I've ever stuck my cock into and this peace treaty sounds promising for both of our people. Tell your Elder we will come back to the tribe and release their women." Frankie finished translating for Jake and Claire as the Black Stripes leader left the cave behind the waterfall.

And, just like that they were free now. The Elder couldn't hold them any longer.

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The next day, the Black Striped tribe showed up with dozens of women both old and young. The village erupted in laughter and tears and joyful talk and sorrowful weeping. The two leaders met inside the Elders hut and discussed terms and territory.

Jake and Claire could care less what the outcome was so long as they could leave and not be speared in the back or banged again. They both took an extra long bath in the river as they enjoyed the beautiful sunset in the Amazon.

After the meeting the Black Striped tribals left, leaving behind their prisoners, and returned to their side of the forest. The Elder summoned Jake and Claire to his hut where his wives laid lazily around his feet. Frankie sat to his left and began translating as soon as the Elder spoke.

"We no longer have need of your wife's womb as our women have arrived. Thanks to you, Jake and Frankie, our women have returned and we have made peace with our long lost brothers. You may leave freely, but do not return and do not speak of my tribe. We wish to remain unknown by your people as we have heard reports of homes being taken away by your men. Do this as good faith to us."

Jake agreed and left with Claire in his arms.

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The couple returned back to America a few weeks later and Frankie returned to the White Striped tribe after escorting the pair back to civilization. He felt the need to stay with the tribe after becoming close to one of the Elder's daughters whom resembled Claire, in a tribal way.

Jake and Claire never spoke of what happened to them to anyone except among each other and usually for bedroom talk. They both talked about what happened and how excited it made them as well as how thankful they both were that it was all over. Claire still had the tattoo on her hip and they both agreed to leave it alone as a sign of the struggle they went through and overcame while captured. To anyone who asked they passed it off as a tribal sign of "fertility" and "good luck" which was only half the truth.

Even through the unbelievable amount of sperm that had been forced into Claire's womb, Jake and Claire still had a child together of whom belonged to Jake, after multiple blood tests to be certain as it was an unbelievable feat, and they raised their child happily as a family. However, they never forgot what happened to them in that forest and they never wanted to return...even if Claire sometimes missed being used by a couple dozen leaking, pulsing, rock solid cocks.

The end.

[hirarandi]

Mouth Whore: My First Session

I arrive at SIR's house promptly at 4:00 in the afternoon. He told me he has a surprise for me today and I figure out what that is when I arrive. SIR has invited a friend, Hank, who is there when I walk in.

"Is this the cocksucker?" Hank asks.

SIR says, "Yes, and he's well trained. Feel free to use him in any way which pleases you."

Hank admires my body for a moment then says, "Strip for us, cocksucker."

I look at SIR, who nods his approval.

SIR barks at me, "Slut--I want you to treat my friend Hank the same way you treat me--once you have removed your clothes you will kneel before him and nuzzle his crotch to show respect."

I strip off all my clothes as the two men comment on my toned, muscled body. Now naked, I drop to my knees before Hank and push my nose into his crotch, inhaling his musky, masculine scent with lust and delight.

SIR says, "Cocksucker, before we get started, I want you to get Hank and I in the mood. We've both had a very hard day, isn't that right Hank?"

Hank grins. Evidently they have been planning this session for some time and they give each other knowing looks.

SIR continues, "Before we let you begin worshipping our cocks and taking our fluids, you are going to spend a good long while eating out our assholes to get us relaxed and to get our dicks nice and hard. Now, lie down on your back on the floor while Hank and I get comfortable."

I lie down in the middle of the floor, my own cock hardening with anticipation as pre-cum starts leaking out of the tip. SIR and Hank slowly remove their clothes, with Hank commenting to his host how obedient I am.

SIR nods and says, "Hank will go first since he is my guest. Hank, go ahead and squat over Cocksucker's face and spread your ass cheeks apart."

SIR continues, "Cocksucker--you are now going to lick and tongue Hank's asshole until he says he is good and ready to use your mouth as a fuckhole. Remember how I have trained you to get your tongue right up inside his asshole as you lick out the inside of the hole."

I look up at the hairy ass as it descends upon my face. The big balls slap against my chin. Hank peels apart his ass cheeks as he settles just above my mouth. I inhale the musky, earthy scent.

"You may proceed, cocksucker," Hank orders.

I take a deep breath and start to lick around his asshole, carefully lapping it with my tongue.

"That's a good cocksucker," Hank says approvingly. "Now put your tongue inside the hole and push it in and out slowly."

I do as I am told, slowly pushing my pink tongue up inside his wet asshole as he moans in pleasure. Hank apparently has rarely been able to enjoy this distinct pleasure and savors every minute of my submissive ass licking.

I continue to eat Hank's ass like this for several more minutes when he declares, "This is wonderful...now I feel ready to use his whore mouth."

"Not just yet," replies SIR. "He needs to take care of my asshole as well."

SIR takes Hank's place, lowering his ass above my mouth and orders me to lick around the hole slowly. He moans with pleasure as I tongue him, slipping my tongue eagerly in and out of his hole.

"That's my little whore, lap it up if you want us to reward you with our jizz and piss," SIR moans.

I obediently lick slowly around his asshole and then push my tongue up inside, like a small penis tongue fucking his tight orifice until SIR says, "Okay, we are now ready for round two."

I gulp with anticipation.

SIR continues, "Now cocksucker, I'm going to allow Hank the rare pleasure of using your belly for a piss receptacle. I think I have trained you well enough to take two loads without much trouble." SIR grins at Hank, who clearly approves.

"Now, crawl slowly into the bathroom and position yourself on your hands and knees in the shower," SIR orders.

I do as I am told, slowly crawling on all fours towards SIR's elaborately tiled shower room. He had the room redone last year with the idea of using it to entertain guests, and the shower easily accommodates three men. I crawl into the shower and position myself on all fours, awaiting what comes next.

"Hank," SIR says, "since you are my guest, I insist that you choose which hole you would like to relieve yourself in."

I can feel Hank leering at me. Hank adds, "Well, he does have a beautiful ass, but it's very tempting to have him drink right from my cock...from the tap, so to speak."

SIR nods and says, "Remember Hank, you will have plenty of opportunities to use my slut, so if you choose one hole today, you can always use the other hole next time."

Hank chuckles..."You're right....I think I want to shoot it right up his tight little ass this time."

"You heard my guest cocksucker," SIR orders, "Get ready to receive his cock up your asshole."

I can hear Hank soaping up his cock as he positions himself behind me. He pushes the tip of his semi erect cock against my asshole and I can feel it slip inside, immediately filling my hole as his cock hardens with anticipation.

"Wow that feels fantastic!" Hank gushes as he slaps one of my butt cheeks. "I'll have to use this method of pissing more often!"

He has not yet started to piss, but I can tell he is thoroughly enjoying the feeling of holding his now rock hard cock deep in my asshole.

"You know what comes next slut," SIR says as he positions himself in front of me—his cock is sticking straight out just inches from my mouth.

"Here is where the fun begins cocksucker," SIR says. "Now open wide."

I open my mouth with a mixture of fear and excitement. SIR places his hard cock up against my lips and slowly slips it all the way in—not quite to the back of my throat so I can breathe and accept what comes next. He is well versed in the art of teaching others to drink piss, and he knows I'm a willing pupil.

"Okay get ready for it," Sir says. "Hank, are you set?" he adds.

I can feel Hank nodding enthusiastically behind me, adding, "I had two cappuccinos this afternoon so you better believe I'm ready!"

I can feel the first hot jet of piss up my ass as Hank starts to unload. The warmth crawls up inside me until I can feel my mid-section swelling. That's when SIR starts to let his bladder go. I gulp the first mouthful of piss and feel the warm jet squirting to the back of my throat. I'm coughing and gurgling, trying to get it down as best as I can while Hank continues his long, powerful spray of hot pee up inside my ass. This seems to go on forever. I am a sponge, absorbing the full bladders of two grown men who have evidently ensured they had a LOT to drink before relieving themselves inside of me. It feels glorious!

"AHHH! Now that's how to do it, don't you think Hank?" SIR says.

Hank expresses his enthusiasm and pulls his cock out of my ass, his bladder empty. "Now clean off our dicks, cocksucker!" he orders.

I begin to lick first Hank's, then SIR's wet, piss covered cocks until they are clean.

"Now, clean yourself up cocksucker," SIR orders.

I empty the contents of my piss-filled ass into the toilet and flush, followed by a quick rinse in the shower so I will be clean when I crawl back into the living room to satisfy SIR and Hank.

"Well cocksucker, did you enjoy being filled up by our piss?" SIR asks.

"Yes SIR!" I reply, feeling the sloshing of his piss still in my belly.

SIR continues, "Now we have come to our final act today, cocksucker, and that is you being rewarded with a bellyful of semen. Hank and I have not had an orgasm in several days, so as you can imagine, we have some very full balls to drain. Are you ready to be our cum receptacle?"

I beam. "Yes SIR! Please feed me your man juice! I so enjoy feeding from your cock!"

"Good cocksucker," SIR replies. "You are going to go from Hank's cock back to mine, sucking the length in and letting us dominate your mouth until we are ready to release our loads."

SIR says, "To make things more amusing for us, however, we are going to cum, not directly in your mouth, but rather, on a plate, which we will then put on the floor for you to lap up like a kitten drinking its milk."

I tremble a bit--I have never done this, but if SIR and Hank order me to take my feeding this way, then I have no choice.

SIR adds, "Now, on your knees. I want you to look into our eyes as we dominate your mouth with our cocks. We are going to go back and forth enjoying the warm wet receptacle that is your slut mouth."

I kneel in the middle of the floor and SIR and Hank position themselves in front of me. They take turns working my mouth with their cocks, holding my head in place so they can slowly pump their cocks into my willing mouth/cunt.

"No hands cocksucker," SIR says. "Hold your hands behind your back. Your mouth is our fucktoy to use as it pleases us."

I nod, trying to mouth the words "yes sir" while a cock is thrust deep into my throat.

I continue to obey my master's orders, staying on my knees with my hands behind my back. SIR and Hank go back and forth, moving their cocks in and out while commenting on how much semen they are going to feed me and the utter wantonness of what they are doing to me.

"Get ready for our spunk cocksucker," SIR growls. He begins to moan and I can tell he is near ejaculating. He grabs a porcelain plate which he set aside earlier, and, removing his cock from my mouth, shoots jet after jet of warm semen onto the plate.

Hank, not far behind with his orgasm, proceeds to do the same, shooting his cum onto the plate in several large glops of white goo. Their combined semen is splattered all over the plate and I am amazed at how much the two of them have produced.

"Now cocksucker, crawl over here," SIR commands. "I am going to put the plate on the floor for you to lap up slowly while we watch."

I crawl over to the plate, and with my ass in the air, I lower my head to the floor and start to lick the semen up from the plate.

Hank adds, "That's it cocksucker, lick up our cum like the whore you are."

I do as I am told, and slowly lick up the splattered, cum-covered plate, cum gob by cum gob. I am finished after several minutes, having licked the plate entirely clean of semen.

SIR says, "Now cocksucker, come over here and thank us for your feeding while remaining on your knees."

I crawl over to SIR and Hank and, while kneeling before them, thank them both profusely for allowing me the pleasure of eating their cum and drinking their piss.

SIR nods his approval. "You did well cocksucker," he says. "Get used to this type of treatment. I have several other friends who would be interested in using your talents and perhaps the next time I will arrange for four or five of my colleagues to use you as their receptacle."

I gulp and respond, "Of course SIR, nothing would give me greater pleasure than being filled by all of your friends and having my mouth hole used as their cum and piss dump."

[hirarandi]

Mouth Whore Part 2: Entertaining SIR's Clients

I arrive promptly at 8:00 o'clock Friday evening as SIR has instructed me. No one else has gotten there yet, but SIR has me open the top buttons of my shirt and then fastens a leather studded collar around my neck to remind me of my role this evening.

SIR says, "I expect complete obedience from you tonight as I am entertaining two very important clients. I told them of your special skills and willingness to do whatever we tell you to do. Do not disappoint me."

SIR adds, "They are anxious to use your holes."

SIR tells me a little about the two men and all the nasty things they will expect of me. He emphasizes that I will finish the night with a belly full of cum and piss, and if I want to back out of this, now is my chance. I tell him I am ready to be used in this way as everyone's receptacle and add that I am happy to service his friends in the ways they anticipate.

When the clients arrive, SIR offers them beers and they chat for a few minutes about how much they are going to enjoy this evening. The two men say it's been a while since either of them have ejaculated and emphasize how they both have some very full balls they intend to unload in me.

I take a couple of sips of beer before we get down to business.

The first client, an older man in his 60s with silver hair parted down the side says "Why don't you strip for us cocksucker?"

I promptly remove my shirt, pants and underwear, and both clients nod their approval of the leather collar I am wearing.

The second client, a younger, beefy man in his mid-40s with blonde hair who I suspect has a thick cock and big balls, says "I like the addition of the collar, it makes him seem more useable."

He grins and adds, "We can always attach a leash if he gets out of control."

SIR and his two clients all chuckle at that.

All three men make themselves comfortable on the couch in the living room and continue drinking their beers.

SIR barks, "Now cocksucker, get down on all fours and crawl over to us and show my clients the proper submission."

I crawl over to the three men and bury my face in their crotches one by one, taking in the slightly pungent smell of sweat, piss, and sexual arousal from each of them. They are all still wearing their clothes, but I am getting really turned on rubbing my face in their crotches while they tease me. My cock starts to harden and pre-cum oozes out the tip.

The blonde man says while I'm nuzzling his crotch, "Do you want that cock in your mouth bitch? We're going to make you eat all of our jizz tonight. When we are finished with you, you're going to have a belly full of our cum and piss and you'll have the taste of our asses and semen in your mouth for the next week!"

All three men laugh at that, displaying their now hardening cocks pressing against their pants as they sit and enjoy their beers.

My heart is pounding with excitement as SIR tells me to kneel in the middle of the room. The men stand and circle me, still fully dressed, and tell me to slowly unzip their pants and take out their cocks.

I do this one by one, but they tell me I can't suck on their cocks just yet. I can only nuzzle them and smell their male scent. I oblige them greedily, running my nose up and down their cocks and ball sacks, taking in the smell of sexual excitement. Finally, the silver haired client tells me I have to do something for him if I want to suck his cock.

I am so horny I blurt out, "Anything, please just let me suck your cock!"

He tells me, "Good. You can start with my balls. Suck on them until I tell you to stop."

He pushes down his pants and underwear to reveal a pair of darkly colored, gray-haired balls. I suck them into my mouth, swirling the ball sack around and making loud slurping sounds as I take both his balls in and out of my mouth. His balls taste of sweat and he seems to enjoy this immensely, watching me lick and slurp the balls into and out of my mouth.

He says, "Stop. I've got another task for you now."

He removes his shoes, pants, and underwear, then turns around and presents his ass to my face and tells me to lick his asshole.

He adds gruffly, "Get your tongue in there you little whore, and lick it until I tell you to stop."

While he bends at the waist and holds his ass cheeks apart, I plunge my tongue into the little brown hole, inhaling his deep, masculine scent as I probe his insides with my tongue.

"That's it, cocksucker, get that tongue right up inside of me and don't stop until I tell you to stop."

This goes on for a long while, and SIR and the blonde man encourage me as I stick my tongue deep into the older man's asshole, licking around the outside of his hole repeatedly as he moans with pleasure. I feel like a complete whore doing this for a man I met only a few minutes ago.

After about 10 minutes of ass licking, Silver Hair turns, faces me and rewards me with his now very hard cock.

He tells me, "I expect you to get this in your throat."

I look up into his eyes as I take the large, bulbous cock head in my mouth and slowly let it get deeper in my mouth, using my tongue as a wet slide to guide his cock in deeper. He grabs the back of my head and forcefully pushes my head down on the cock until I can feel the tip of his cock pushing against the back of my throat.

While he holds my head in place, Silver Hair tells SIR and the blonde man he wants my hands cuffed behind my back so I won't be tempted to use my hands to push away while he enjoys the sensation of my gag reflex massaging his cock in my throat. I feel the click of steel as the cuffs are placed around my wrists and locked into place.

The silver man says, "There, that's better, isn't it boys?" He adds, "I like to have my cocksucker totally under my control so I can get my cock in nice and deep."

With that, I feel him start to assault my throat, pushing his cock in until my lips are on his gray pubic hair and my throat begins making an involuntary gagging sound. He continues to fuck my mouth and throat like this for what seems an eternity, all the while commenting about how much cum he's saved up and how I will swallow every drop of his salty load.

SIR and the other man are now fully undressed and encouraging Silver Hair's aggressive fucking of my mouth, commenting on how much they enjoy seeing the older man's cock buried all the way to his balls in my throat.

After several minutes of intense throat fucking and gagging, Silver Hair announces that he is going to cum and says, "You'd better swallow every drop if you know what's good for you, you nasty cocksucking whore."

I am looking into his eyes as I feel the first huge gob of semen shoot into my throat as he holds my head firmly down on his cock. I am gasping for air and gagging as the cum continues to spray the inside of my mouth, and Silver Hair thrusts and moans with each spurt of jizz.

He makes one last thrust and then tells me, "Open wide, bitch, I want to see what I'm feeding you."

I open my mouth to display the huge cum load that he has shot in my mouth. He smiles and says, "Now swallow it cocksucker."

I feel the weight of the large load pooled in my mouth and promptly gulp it down, tasting the harsh, slightly bitter flavor of a man who has not cum in several days.

SIR complements my cocksucking and says, "Nicely done cocksucker, but there is a lot more for you to drink this evening so don't think you are going to get off lightly."

They then tell me to work my way around the three-man circle, taking each of the other two cocks in turn, letting them push their dicks deeply into my throat while alternating with some loud ball sucking and slurping. The blonde client is as forceful as the older man, and he evidently has not had an orgasm for a week either.

He tells me, "I have a huge load of jizz for you bitch, and I expect the same treatment as my partner. You will gulp down the entire load, cocksucker, or there will be trouble. Do I make myself clear?"

I nod my head in agreement, which is hard to do while being mouth fucked. I am dripping pre-cum now and very turned on by the eager thrusts of his big, thick cock in my mouth and throat.

He is relentless in his thrusts and I gag for air. I can feel his orgasm building as I struggle to breath. He begins to grunt and moan, holding my head in a vice grip and starts blasting what feels like a cup of semen into my mouth and throat. I am overwhelmed with the quantity of jizz he has just deposited.

After he finishes shooting his load into my mouth he pushes out the last drops of cum into my mouth, squeezing his cock like a toothpaste tube. He tells me, "Don't swallow it just yet. Hold it in your mouth and open wide bitch. I want to see how much jizz I've produced before you swallow."

The group comments on the amount and thickness of the blonde man's semen.

Silver Hair says, "Christ Bill, what you have been eating lately? It looks like curdled yogurt in there!"

All three men laugh, then the blonde says "Now swallow it you nasty cocksucker." I gulp down the thick load and can feel the gobs of cum as they slowly work their way down to my belly.

SIR and Silver Hair push an ottoman over to where I am kneeling on the floor. Keeping my hands cuffed, they grab my arms and have me straddle the ottoman belly down with my ass fully exposed on one end and my mouth on the other. I feel vulnerable and yet excited at the same time!

SIR, who has wanted to fuck me up the ass for some time then says "I've been waiting for this for a long time cocksucker" and shoves his cock up my ass forcefully.

The other two men position themselves in front of my head, so I have two cocks to suck, going back and forth as they take turns sitting on the front edge of the ottoman and shove their cocks in my mouth while holding my head down all the way. I am totally helpless as I can't talk (with a dick deep in my mouth and throat), my hands cuffed, and my ass filled up with cock. I am in heaven!

Silver Hair announces that he has to piss.

SIR tells him, "Please use my receptacle, he is eager and well trained."

The older man grunts his approval and I can feel the first spurt of his acrid, salty piss fill my mouth while SIR continues his rhythmic fucking of my ass. Silver Hair holds my head and then orders me to swallow the first mouthful. I gulp down the load and it is immediately followed by a second load which fills my mouth. We continue like this for several minutes, the older man shooting a mouthful of piss, stopping his stream, ordering me to swallow, and then repeating the cycle. I can feel the heaviness of his acrid piss in my belly until he finishes urinating after six mouthfuls. His cock is then replaced by his partner's cock, who announces that he too, has to piss after all the beers they've had.

The blonde man then roughly shoves his thick, semi-erect cock in my mouth as he sits himself down on the ottoman in front of my head. He grins at me as the first spurt of piss shoots into my mouth. I struggle to swallow the load as my head is held tightly in place and the silver haired man helps hold me in place.

While this is going on, SIR continues his relentless pounding of my ass.

"That's it piss whore, you like this don't you?" the blonde man asks me as he shoots another mouthful of piss into my captive mouth. I swallow the second mouthful more easily as we settle into a rhythm of pissing, having my mouth filled, swallowing, then being given another mouthful. I can feel my belly getting painfully full as the man finishes his last few drops.

The blonde man says "Now clean my cock like a good whore."

He adds, "Make sure not to miss anything." I dutifully lick his cock clean as he grunts his approval.

We then get back to my sucking the two clients' cocks, each of them taking a turn for several minutes, grabbing my head with both their hands and rhythmically pushing my head up and down on their cocks while SIR continues his steady thrusting in my ass. This goes on for what seems an age as I can feel the fatigue in my jaw growing. My ass is on fire as SIR quickens his pace.

Finally, the two clients tell me they are getting close to coming.

Silver Hair says matter-of-factly, "You are going to swallow every drop of my jizz again or face the consequences."

I can feel his excitement building as his cock throbs in my mouth, and then, POW! Spurt after spurt of warm, slightly salty semen blasts the back of my throat. It seems to go on forever. I am amazed that he can cum so much the second time.

As he shoots his load he says "That's right, you've got a seven-day load coming baby."

I gulp it down, feeling like a wanton whore, savoring the flavor of his cum which has replaced that of the piss I swallowed before.

The blonde man then shoves his thick cock in my mouth just after his partner pulls out, screaming out that he is coming.

He tells me, "Take my load you nasty piss whore."

I am now swallowing the blonde client's second load, making gurgling sounds deep in my throat when SIR starts to cum in my ass, screaming out in pleasure.

SIR bucks behind me, pumping his semen inside of me, adding to all the cum and piss in my belly. Finally, he stops, spent, but keeps his cock inside me.

SIR then says, "You didn't think you were going to get away with only two pissloads tonight, did you cocksucker?"

I brace myself as the two other men hold me down on the ottoman and SIR unloads a full bladder into my ass. I can feel the burning piss filling me up from the other end and can't believe my body can take any more than I have already ingested.

SIR's piss stream continues for what seems like an eternity, and the hot golden liquid works its way up my insides.

I am merely their receptacle and I love it.

[hirarandi]

Mouth Whore Part 3: SIR and His Clients Finish Using Me

"Okay Bitch, we're going to give your jaws a bit of a break, but there will be no rest for that dirty slut tongue of yours" SIR informs me.

I have been sucking cock and swallowing cum and piss for the better part of two hours, and my belly feels distended. I have a distinctly queasy feeling in my stomach from all the fluids I have swallowed from the three men, and know I'll be ordered to take a lot more.

SIR continues, "Walk on over to the middle of the living room. I'm going to remove your cuffs for a while."

I do as he says. SIR fits the key in the handcuffs binding me and opens the steel cuffs. He then says, "Now get on all fours."

I do as I'm instructed, remaining still on all fours in the room while SIR and the two clients go into the kitchen to help themselves to another round of beers. They return after a few minutes, and the three of them sit on the couch, sipping their beers.

The blonde man says, "Your cocksucker sure is obedient."

SIR grins and replies, "Yes, but I've only just begun to train him. I'm sure the two of you can help me break him in some more."

Both clients chuckle with amusement at this.

SIR then says "Now slut, as I said before you're going to be given a bit of a break from sucking our cocks but we have other plans for you. I want you to crawl over to the couch and go from man to man, starting with my clients, licking our balls and assholes until we tell you to stop."

I slowly crawl over to the couch as each of the men eases back to make himself more comfortable, each one leaning back and spreading his legs and presenting his balls and ass on the edge of the couch for me as if on a plate. I immediately move my head to the first client, Silver Hair, and begin licking and slurping his balls and then lapping at his asshole while he slowly strokes his cock. "That's it cocksucker, get that tongue right up my asshole while I jerk myself off." I push my pink tongue deeper into the man's asshole while he continues to pump his cock slowly. I continue to eat his ass like this for a while as he moans in pleasure.

The second client, obviously impatient and needing attention, barks at me. "Get over here slut and put your mouth on my balls and ass NOW!"

I crawl over to the blonde man and I start to slurp his balls in my mouth, making loud sucking sounds as the balls pop in and out of my mouth. I then turn my attention to his asshole, tonguing it slowly and methodically.

"Ah, that's more like it. I could use a slut like you to do this for me every day when I get home from work. Better yet, how about I borrow him and keep him under my desk at the office to do this throughout the day?"

SIR laughs at the suggestion, and I fear he might be taking the blonde man seriously.

The blonde client moans as I alternate between sucking his big hairy balls and lapping away at his asshole, pushing my tongue deep inside the little brown hole and then licking around the crack.

SIR then orders to me to worship his balls and asshole while he strokes his cock. We go several rounds like this, with me crawling to each man to service his balls and ass for several minutes until everyone has themselves worked up to shoot their load.

SIR produces a wine glass which he had placed out of sight behind one of the couches.

"Now slut we are going to feed you what is left in our balls but you won't have the pleasure of milking it from each of our cocks. We have something more amusing in mind."

I can hear one of the clients, Silver Hair, start to moan loudly as he grabs the wine glass from SIR and holds his cockhead in the opening of the glass, shooting gob after gob of white semen. He milks the shaft of his cock to get it all in, pushing the last few drops into the glass, then wipes the tip of his cock on the edge of the glass.

He passes the glass to the blonde man, who starts to shoot an even bigger load than his partner, pumping his cock tube as he spurts a massive load of jizz into the glass.

SIR then announces that he too, is about to come, and taking the glass, shoots the biggest load of cum than I have ever seen him produce.

SIR says, "I think we'll need to restrain him for what comes next." The other two men agree, and one of the clients comes around behind me to place the cuffs back on my wrists as I kneel on the floor.

SIR comments, "That's much better. We don't want him to get out of his duties now do we gentlemen?" The other two men laugh at this as they know what comes next.

SIR grabs the back of my head and tilts my head back, ordering to me to open my mouth wide. I comply, knowing what is to come as I look into the sadistic eyes of the two clients leering down at me.

"Now cocksucker, I'm going to pour the contents of this wine glass slowly into your wide open whore mouth. I want you to hold the cum there so we can all get a good look at it."

Feeling helpless, I nod my agreement, but I'm a little scared when I see just how much semen is in the glass. I have never taken this much cum in my mouth at once before. SIR then tips the glass slowly and I watch the gobs of cum work their way down the side of the glass and into my mouth. He pours slowly and deliberately so I can watch the jizz slide down the inside of the glass and into my waiting mouth. SIR uses his finger to wipe off the last bits of goo, which is sticking to the side of the glass, and then pushes it into my mouth. He wipes his finger on the inside of my lips to make sure I get everything.

Admiring the sight of my now full mouth, SIR says "my, my, what a lovely sight, seeing a cum hungry slut on his knees holding the contents of three sets of full balls in his mouth."

The clients both get a close look at my jizz-filled gaping mouth, and the blonde man says "I can't believe this whore gets off on eating this stuff." They then laugh and call me a few more choice names like "bitch," "cum dumpster" and "jizz junkie."

I kneel there, head back, mouth open, waiting for my instructions and totally resigned to my fate.

SIR then says "okay bitch I want you to gargle for a bit. I want to see the whole load bubbling inside of your mouth, but don't swallow until we tell you to drink it."

I gargle the huge load, my mouth humming as I feel the slimy, musky goo churn inside my mouth while keeping my head back so I don't drop anything.

"What do you think Gentlemen, have I trained him well or not?" SIR asks.

The two clients immediately complement him on his discovery and training of such an obedient slut, and Silver Hair adds, "We would very much like to borrow him at some point if that would be agreeable to you."

SIR is flattered by the compliment, and says, "Of course I would be happy to lend him out to you from time to time for your pleasure. He has a large capacity for drinking cum and piss so you would of course be welcome to bring him to a more public venue to be used by all your friends."

The clients are very pleased by this and tell SIR that they will be sure to take advantage of my mouth and belly very soon.

I feel helpless as one of the clients then firmly grasps the sides of my head so I am immobile. SIR then places his hand under my jaw and slowly closes my mouth while pinching my nose so I have no choice as to what I must do.

SIR then orders me, "Swallow it you little cocksucker, every last drop of our semen. I want you to feel the heaviness of our cum as it slides down your throat and into your cumslut belly and I want you to taste our collective sperm in your mouth for the rest of the night!"

My head tilted back, I gulp down the enormous gob of cum, needing three swallows to get it all down as I feel the warm jizz work its way down into my stomach.

"Well done slut. I can see where we might want to have you do this to a much bigger audience, don't you think gentlemen?" SIR asks.

The clients are very impressed and I can see the wheels turning in their heads at the thought of using my mouth like this to earn favors from other businessmen they have dealings with.

"Okay I think it's time we hosed off this little bitch, don't you agree gentlemen?" SIR announces.

I am ordered to crawl into the bathroom and kneel in the shower.

The first client, Silver Hair, tells me he's got another full bladder and can't hold it in much longer so I'd better be ready to receive his piss again. I feel him push my back so I'm down on all fours as he shoves his cock roughly up my ass.

The blonde man then positions himself in front of my face.

"Open up bitch, time for your nightcap," he says, and pushes his cock in my mouth all the way to the balls. I am locked in place with two semi hard cocks on both ends.

SIR then positions himself above me, his cock ready to spray, like a conductor.

SIR begins to piss on me as both clients open up their own spigots and I feel heat in my ass and mouth as the two piss hoses fill me from both ends. I feel ready to burst as SIR's piss stream covers my back, my head, and face and the other two men's piss seems to go on for an eternity.

"Ahhh," the three men shout in unison as they relieve their bladders inside and all over me. I am covered in SIR's piss as the warmth in my belly and ass continues to spread and I feel the weight of their collective urine filling my body.

Their piss streams finally weaken and I am left on all fours, completely used. SIR then turns on the shower and directs the spray all over me as the piss in my ass starts to stream out in a yellow trail into the drain.

"Gentlemen, I hope you enjoyed yourselves tonight and I trust my cocksucker serviced you to your satisfaction" SIR says.

The two clients praise my submissiveness profusely and it is clear they would like to make our sessions a regular event, perhaps bringing in one or more additional men to pleasure themselves and make use of me as a receptacle.

I immediately start to fantasize about what is to come.

The End

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Story 03

Cumslut

My husband, who is also my Master and my Daddy, depending upon which game we are playing, called to me one evening after our children had been safely tucked in bed.

When I entered the bedroom, he was sitting on the edge of the bed with his thighs spread, stroking a magnificent erection. I stared longingly at this hard cock.

"It's time for your bedtime snack, Cumslut. Are you hungry?"

Ahhh. The Cumslut game. I like this one.

"I'm always hungry for your cum, Daddy" I purred.

"Then get down on your knees and get busy."

I sunk to my knees and eagerly took his cock into my mouth. In one stroke I swallowed every inch of his beautiful meat and fucked it with my throat. I had learned long ago how to suppress my gag reflex and prided myself on being able to deep throat my Daddy with great skill.

He loved to see me with his cock buried up to the hilt in my pouty mouth. Sometimes he would make me stay there until the air in my lungs was all used up. He liked to watch my eyes glaze over as my brain slowly shut down.

"That's it" he would murmur, "Swallow all it all. Ohhhhhh, yes, Daddy loves to stuff your slutty little throat with his big cock. Choke on it, whore."

He always pulled it out before I lost consciousness. But sometimes, despite the bond of trust between us, I would panic. Sometimes, when his long stiff prick was sealing off my only means of taking in sweet life giving air, I would succumb to the fear that maybe this time.....

He loved it when I fought him. I would press desperately against his thighs with my fists, pounding and slapping in my rising terror. I would try to push my head back against the hands that held my face tightly to his groin with an iron grip. It was never any use. He was too strong. I was completely at his mercy.

"What's the matter baby? Can't breathe? Stop fighting you insolent little slut! You don't breathe until I decide to let you breathe. God, you look so beautiful when you panic."

When I had calmed myself and ceased my struggles, he would slowly pull his cock out of my throat. I would gag and cough and drool as I desperately sucked in air. Tears would stream from my eyes from the retching and Daddy would chuckle at how they destroyed my carefully applied make-up. When Daddy cock choked me, I always ended up with mascara running beneath my eyes and lipstick smeared whorishly around my gasping, swollen mouth.

Daddy would tell me that I looked like a used up old gutter whore. He loved it because my humiliation was evident on my ruined face.

But tonight, Daddy was simply enjoying being blown by his devoted Cumslut. I lavished attention on the cock that I loved so much and I salivated at the thought of delicious spunk that was going to be my reward for being such a good Cumslut.

I love Daddy's cum more than anything, and I can never get enough of it. I had already taken two big, steaming loads of his cum on my face that day and then shoveled it into my mouth with my fingers, licking them clean with relish. I eagerly awaited more, but this time, I wanted Daddy to cum right in my hungry mouth. .

I pulled my lips from his cock with an audible pop, but kept making long, slow strokes up and down the slick, glistening shaft with my hand.

"Daddy" I asked shyly, "Are you going to blow your load all over my face, or do I get to slurp it right from your cumhole?"

I stuck my tongue into the moist, pearly slit and waggled it suggestively, imploring him.

Daddy gave me a mock stern look and said, "You really are a greedy little whore. You can't stand to see a single drop of cum go anywhere except your slutty little piehole can you?"

I pouted prettily and said "I can't help it Daddy. I am a cumslut after all."

He laughed softly and said "You certainly are. Well, I think you've earned the right to take a load in your mouth, but only if you finish servicing my cock, my balls and my asshole properly."

"Yes Sir Daddy! I will!"

I resumed sucking his cock with vigor. I didn't want my Daddy to be disappointed in me.

I licked the swollen, purpling head with swirling, twirling teasing strokes of my tongue. I slid my pursed lips slowly up and down the tender, sensitive underside of his cock, and again, I licked the tantalizing piss slit, wriggling my tongue down as far inside as I could get it, sighing at the salty promise of the cum I wanted so badly.

"Yes, baby, oh yes. What a good little cocksucker you are. What a greedy, hungry, slutty little cocksucker. You love to suck cock don't you? You love to have your mouth fucked like a cunt. Take it all the way, baby, all the way down."

I took his cock deep into my throat and began fucking it up and down with long, hard strokes. Daddy groaned with pleasure, and began fucking back; his strong thighs tensed and flexed as he thrust into my throat again and again.

Daddy's rhythm increased and the thrusts became more powerful. I struggled to time my breathing with his outstrokes, desperately wanting to please him. I concentrated on keeping my throat muscles relaxed, so that Daddy could enjoy slamming in and out of my throat unimpeded. Several times I felt the urge to gag, but fought it off, proud that I was taking such a hard face fucking from my Daddy.

Finally Daddy slowed the pace a bit, and I caressed his big balls, loving the weight of them in my hand. I squeezed gently and felt the delicate orbs within give slightly under the pressure. They felt firm and supple and swollen.

I was anxious to get those sweet cum laden morsels into my mouth, but before I could, the heavy, pendulous ball sack began to tighten and retreat.

I hadn't yet done as he asked, so I pulled my mouth off of his cock and said, petulantly, "Uh-uh Daddy, you can't cum yet! I haven't taken care of your balls or your asshole!"

Daddy growled at me in frustration.

"Well then get to it slut! Do you want this load of cum or not?"

"Oh yes, Daddy, I do, I want it so badly. Please don't waste it. I need it in my mouth. I need to taste your hot spunk. I'll show you how much I want it Daddy!"

I began to lick his sack hungrily. Daddy kept his balls shaved smooth for me, and I coated the velvety skin liberally with saliva and then slowly sucked the entire sack into my mouth. I sucked that nutsack like it was a cock, bobbing up and down as it slid in and out of my hot, wet mouth.

While I sucked his balls, I pumped his cock with my hand, increasing his pleasure and mine.

Daddy groaned deeply and I knew he was nearing the end of his endurance, so I licked my way down to the warm cleft of his lightly furred buttocks. Daddy lifted his legs to accommodate me, and I gently parted his muscular ass cheeks. I sighed deeply at the sight of his tightly wrinkled asshole. I loved to see my Daddy opened up to me; his asshole, cock and balls all visible to my greedy gaze.

I attacked his asshole, lapping vigorously and mewling like a small kitten with lust and hunger. Daddy yelped as I penetrated the tight sphincter with one thrust of my tongue.

"Oh fuck yes, baby! Tongue Daddy's asshole. Shove it in there nice and deep. Be a nasty girl for Daddy. Get that sweet little tongue dirty. Show me how a good little whore pleases her Daddy."

I shoved my tongue in deeper, and tried to lick the slick, grasping walls of his rectum. My nose was pressed against his balls, making it hard to breathe, but I didn't stop. I wanted Daddy to see what a nasty girl I could be for him. I wanted to show him I wasn't afraid to be dirty. I forcefully tongue fucked his hole, tasting the dark bitterness, inhaling the musky smell of his balls, and relishing my complete and utter debasement. I felt more like a filthy whore than I ever had, and my cunt spasmed wildly with excitement.

"Daddy's going to cum baby! Get up here and get your mouth around this cock if you want it."

I didn't need to be told twice. I moved quickly back to his cock and took it in my mouth once again, bobbing up and down atop Daddy's rapidly pistoning fist.

"Here it comes baby. But don't you swallow until I give you permission. Do you understand me, cumslut?"

I whimpered with disappointment, but he knew I would obey. I always did.

With roar, Daddy exploded in my mouth. I moaned happily as I felt the hot, sticky strands hitting the insides of my cheeks and coating my mouth. I fought the urge to guzzle it down greedily.

The salty, musky taste of cum filled my sinuses as I rolled the thick, creamy fluid around on my tongue, swirling the head of Daddy's cock and coaxing every last drop of cum from his balls. Despite having already given me two sizeable loads that day, my Daddy once again provided me with a copious amount of his delicious spunk.

He pulled his softening cock out from between my full lips, which were tightly pursed so as to avoid spilling any of the precious cum I had worked so hard for.

Daddy looked down at me with satisfaction in his eyes.

"My, what a dirty little girl you have been tonight!"

I gave him a demure, closed mouthed smile.

"Did you enjoy behaving like a filthy whore for Daddy?"

I nodded.

"Do you think you deserve to swallow that load of cum in your mouth?"

I nodded again emphatically.

"Is your cunt wet?"

I nodded again, and blushed.

Daddy laughed at me and said..."Slut."

"Do you want to cum?"

Another nod, somewhat desperate this time.

"Do you think you deserve to cum?"

This time I shook my head. I only deserve to cum when Daddy says I do.

"That's the way a good little cumslut should answer, but I don't think you're being completely truthful with Daddy...are you baby?"

I shook my head again. The cum in my mouth was starting to drip down the back of my throat, making it tickle horribly. I wanted to swallow it so badly. I had worked hard for it. I had earned it! And now Daddy was teasing me, knowing how much I wanted to gulp down the viscous treat.

But he was right. I did need to cum. Badly.

My clit was swollen and protruding from its protective hood. My cunt was so wet that I had soaked through both my panties and the flannel pajama bottoms I had been wearing when Daddy called to me. I could smell my own pungent juices and so could Daddy.

He could also see that my nipples jutted obscenely through the thin fabric of my tank top; hard and insistent. I wonder if he knew how they ached and throbbed. They needed some attention. And they got it.

Daddy reached own and pinched both nipples viciously. He was trying to make me gasp and swallow the cum without permission. Daddy likes to punish me, but like all good Daddies, he never does so without good reason. Despite the pain that shot through the tender, aching nubs, I did not swallow the cum. I was proud of myself, but Daddy frowned. He did not like being thwarted.

"Alright you fucking whore, swallow it then." He said grumpily. "But first, open your mouth and show me what a nice big load you've got there."

I opened my mouth wide and proudly displayed the plentiful cum that filled my mouth. I swirled my tongue around, demonstrating to Daddy how much I loved the taste and feel of his cum. I was showing off for him, and that pleased him.

"You may swallow, Cumslut."

I closed my mouth, tilted my head back and allowed the cum to slide slowly down my throat. When it had all disappeared into my stomach, I swallowed once to clear the remains of the clingy substance from my throat. Then I opened my mouth wide once more to show Daddy that I had swallowed it all.

"Such a good girl," Daddy crooned. "You love that cum don't you baby?"

I beamed at his approval. "Yes Daddy, you know I love it more than anything." I said sincerely.

Then I asked shyly, "Daddy, Have I been good enough to cum? May I have permission to rub my clit?"

"Hmmmm." said Daddy, pretending to ponder. "Yes, I think you have. And Daddy enjoys watching you pleasure yourself."

"Oh thank you Daddy!"

I stood up and began to strip off my pajama bottoms and my saturated panties.

"Not so fast cumslut!" Daddy barked.

I looked at him, startled. Had I done something wrong?

"What are your duties as a cumslut?"

I stammered in confusion "I...I don't know, Daddy...I thought I had performed all my duties. Please tell me what else I need to do to satisfy you!"

Daddy sighed wearily, and then spoke to me as if explaining to a small child

"A cumslut is required to swallow everything that comes from her Daddy's cock."

Daddy paused for a moment to let that sink in. It dawned on me slowly that the time had finally come for me to become a toilet slut as well. I was both enormously excited, and incredibly frightened. But I would do whatever it took to please my wonderful Daddy.

"Yes Daddy. I understand. I'm ready."

I got back on my knees to demonstrate my willingness and my supplication.

"You understand that you are to swallow every drop?"

"Yes Daddy."

"There will be consequences if you fail to do so."

"Yes Daddy."

"But if you succeed, then I will make you cum myself as a reward."

"Oh I will Daddy! I'll do such a good job!"

"I hope so, cumslut. I don't like to be disappointed."

As Daddy took aim, I was trembling with anticipation and fear. I was afraid that I would be repulsed by the taste. I was afraid I would gag and choke and displease my Daddy. But I opened my mouth wide, determined to give it my best effort.

When the first few drops hit my tongue, I was surprised by how hot they were. They seemed to scald my tongue and burn my throat. My eyes watered a little bit as the trickle became a steady stream and my mouth was seared by the heat of the steaming yellow piss.

I tried not to taste it, fearing it would be too much for me to handle. But as my mouth filled up it became impossible not to, and I realized that although the taste was strong and distinctive, it wasn't disgusting. Once I relaxed and allowed myself to savor the warm nectar, I was surprised to find that I quite liked the musky, salty, primal taste. It was not unlike the cum that I loved so much.

I began to gulp it down thirstily; truly reveling in the experience, and relieved that I would not disgrace myself. I was highly aroused by the illicitness of my act and my cunt was flooded once again by the warm wetness of my desire and my humiliation. I felt my muscles clench involuntarily as if milking an invisible cock.

"Oh yes, that's a good girl. Swallow it all, baby. You like drinking Daddy's piss, don't you?"

I couldn't answer, but tried to smile at him with my eyes. I began to realize that there was nothing I wouldn't do for my Daddy, and I think that in that moment, he did too. The understanding between us was solidified forever when our eyes met and silently telegraphed our mutual devotion; mine to serving him, his to owning me body and soul.

Daddy filled my mouth five or six times before the stream began to weaken. I moved closer to catch the last dribbles and then eagerly licked the remaining drops from his cock. After swallowing a huge load of cum, and then multiple mouthfuls of piss, my belly felt obscenely bloated. I was full of piss and cum, and the knowledge made me feel deliciously dirty and demeaned.

I rubbed my tight little belly and said, "Mmmmmmm, that was sooooo good. I was afraid to drink your piss Daddy, but I loved it so much. Thank you for making me your toilet slut."

"I've been wanting to piss in that pretty mouth for a very long time now. I knew when the time was right, you wouldn't disappoint me. It made Daddy very happy to see his little cumslut drinking that piss down so greedily."

"I'm so glad, Daddy."

"Now...I made a promise and I intend to honor it. So get up on the bed and spread your legs nice and wide for Daddy."

I eagerly climbed up on the bed and opened my dripping cunt to Daddy, who knelt on the floor in the same spot that I had knelt only moments before. He pulled me forward so that my ass was at the edge of the bed and then pushed my knees back until I was displayed in much the same fashion as he had been earlier when I serviced him.

"Look at that beautiful cunt." Daddy purred.

I could feel his warm breath on my already fevered skin. It cooled the moisture that glistened upon my plump cunt lips and coated my tight pink asshole. The tantalizing sensation caused a shiver to ripple through my body.

My nipples, already hard, tightened even further into hard and wrinkled little pinpoints of need. I longed to tease the aching nubs with my thumbs, but I dared not, unless commanded by my Daddy.

"You cunt is so wet, baby. And your clit is so fucking swollen. Mmmmmm, yes...look at that. What a whore you are to get so wet from sucking cock and drinking piss. Aren't you?

"Yes Daddy" I breathed. "I am a whore. But only for you, Daddy."

"That's right, baby, only for me."

Daddy began licking my clit in slow, languorous strokes and I couldn't help but raise my hips off the bed to meet his tongue. Daddy laughed and backed away each time I thrust my hips at him, delighted at my frustration and distress.

Then, in response to my urgent demand, he began flicking my clit roughly with the tip of his tongue, making me writhe with pleasure. He bit and sucked the swollen bud, causing it to grow even larger as it became more and more engorged.

Suddenly, Daddy gave my clit a hard, stinging slap. I wasn't expecting it, and shrieked in shocked surprise. In a purely protective reflex, my legs tried to slam shut, but Daddy wouldn't allow it. He wrenched my legs apart and slapped my clit again, equally hard. I screamed again.

"Daddy! Why are you punishing me? I've been such a good girl! I tried so hard to please you Daddy!"

"You did please me, slut. But I think you like it when Daddy hurts you. Don't you?"

I couldn't answer, and only shook my head. Daddy grabbed my left nipple and twisted it savagely. The pain shot straight through me, stabbing my cunt with daggers of lust and bringing forth a fresh torrent of slippery girl juice.

"DON'T YOU??" he demanded.

"YES! Yes Daddy, I like it when you hurt me."

He was right, I did. Behind the pain, there was a rising tide of pleasure. I couldn't deny it. I enjoyed being hurt.

"Then I want to you to beg for more pain, slut."

"No..."

My protest was weak and ineffectual. It was also completely insincere, and Daddy knew it. He twisted my nipple again.

"BEG."

I arched my back against the deep, sinister pain in my nipple and tried to writhe away from Daddy's strong fingers. But the helpless bud was trapped and I was forced to beg for pain I did not want to admit needing.

"Please hurt me Daddy! Slap my clit some more. Slap it hard. Please, Daddy, please!!"

He did. Daddy slapped my clit over and over. When my screams became too loud, he stuffed my wet panties into my mouth to stifle them. I stopped counting the blows, and became lost in the flames that consumed my tortured cunt.

When at last Daddy stopped, I was dazed and disoriented and aroused to the point of frenzy. My hand stole to my battered clit in an attempt to satisfy my all consuming need to cum. But Daddy slapped my hand away, and scolded me.

"Not yet my impatient little slut."

Daddy gently stroked the tender, reddened flesh between my legs, causing me to gasp and buck as he brought forth new sensations with his flitting, fleeting caress. The lightness of his touch made the soreness of my cunt all the more evident as he teased the raw, abraded mound of my weeping sex.

I moaned with frustration and implored my Daddy. I was practically weeping as I begged him for release.

"Please Daddy, please make me cum. You hurt me so good Daddy...my cunt is on fire and I need to come so badly!"

Daddy chuckled.

"I'm not done hurting you yet. I'm not done watching your beautiful face contort with anguish. I'm not done watching your own body betray you. I'm not done enjoying your shame."

I shuddered at his words, knowing that he possessed me completely, and wondering what my Daddy had in store for me; wondering when the game had stopped and reality had taken over.

I raised my head to look him in the eye.

"Hurt me some more Daddy."

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"Hurt me some more Daddy."

I was breathless and trembling; all my nerve endings were electrified over the unexpected twist our game had taken. I had never given voice to my desires before. I had never dared. This is the gift my Husband, my Daddy was now giving me; the freedom to surrender to those terribly dark and secret urges, the freedom to admit what I am, what I need. He was giving me the courage to submit to him and the security and acceptance necessary for complete and total subjugation.

"Oh, I will Cumslut, I will. But you're going to have to earn it."

My mind raced with the possibilities.

"How Daddy?"

"You're going to have to demonstrate true obedience."

I had already done so many depraved things for my Daddy; I couldn't imagine what else he might have in mind for me.

As if reading my thoughts, Daddy said, "I know you've done some very naughty, nasty things for Daddy. But you enjoyed those things, didn't you whore?"

I blushed. It was true. I had reveled in being used and degraded. I had relished the filthiness of the acts he bade me commit. Drinking piss, eating cum, tonguing his asshole; all of it had spurred me to new heights of ecstasy. All of it had made me a shameless, wanton slut, yearning for release; willing to do whatever necessary to get it.

"Yes, Daddy." I whispered.

"To be truly obedient, you must be willing to do things you find distasteful. You must be willing to forego your own enjoyment for mine. And for a dirty little slut like you, it's going to have to be something truly vile, isn't it?"

"Yes Daddy." I whispered again. My voice had all but deserted me. I was mute with mingled terror and excitement.

"Roll over and get that sweet little ass in the air."

I did as I was told, pressing my tits into the mattress and arching my back to make sure my ass was displayed to Daddy's satisfaction.

"Reach back and open yourself nice and wide for Daddy. Show me that greedy asshole."

I complied, wondering how this was going to be a lesson in obedience. I had done this very thing many times and I knew what was in store. It was nothing new or surprising and it was certainly not distasteful to me. In fact, I loved being sodomized; the harder the better. I begged for it quite often. Daddy found it amusing and would taunt me while he thrust his cock in and out of my stretched and aching hole.

"Oh, yes, what a disgusting little anal fuck slut you are. You can't get enough cock in that slutty little asshole can you? You'd rather have a cock in your ass than in your pussy wouldn't you? C'mon, beg for it. Tell Daddy how badly you need to be ass fucked. Tell Daddy how much you love having his cock stuffed up your shitter."

And I would. I would beg him to fuck me harder, harder, always harder. Make me hurt, Daddy, destroy my hole, pump me full of burning cum and then laugh as it slowly leaks out of me because my ruined anal ring can no longer hold it in.

If allowed, I would cum hard in a screaming, writhing, rapturous fit.

Obedience would not be necessary for me to submit to his desires in this regard. My own desire would simply not let me refuse. My puzzlement must have been evident, because Daddy hastened to assure me that there was much more in store for me than a simple ass fucking.

"Don't worry whore, this will be a new experience for both of us. And when we're finished, I will own you completely."

With that, Daddy thrust his cock into my soaking snatch, which squelched noisily as he thrust in and out several times to lubricate himself. He pulled out abruptly with a sloppy, sucking plop, and then rubbed the silky purple helmet against my tightly puckered asshole. When at last he pushed his fat, swollen cockhead in, I moaned with pleasure at the first sharp pain of intrusion. I gave myself over to the sensation of being stretched impossibly wide as more and more of him breached my greedy, grasping anal chute.

"Ohhhhh, yes Daddy, yes. It feels so good!" I groaned, as the sweet pain/pleasure overtook me.

When Daddy had filled me completely and his hips were pressed against pale globes of my gently rounded ass, he leaned over, swept my hair back tenderly, and whispered in my ear.

"Did you prepare yourself for me properly, slut?"

Lost in the delightful feeling of his cock sunk deeply into my bowels, it took a moment before I understood what he was asking me. With horror, I realized that I had foregone my usual custom of giving myself an enema prior to anal sex. I had not anticipated having to serve him this evening and now I was going to pay for that oversight. It came to me then, just how he was going to cultivate my obedience.

Dear God...he wouldn't! I couldn't! But he would, and I could.

"Oh no, Daddy, please! Please don't do this." I whimpered.

Daddy laughed softly at my distress.

"What are you afraid of? You're a nasty, filthy little whore. You can do anything you put your mind to. And you will...if you want me to continue being your Master and your Daddy. You will obey me, if you want to be my Cumslut now and forever. You do want it, don't you slut?"

Did I? Did I want it badly enough to debase myself to such an extent? Did I have the ability to overcome the revulsion long enough to perform the task my Daddy required of me? Could I really do what he asked?

I did. I could. I would.

Despite the fear and repugnance, my body betrayed my deep longing to submit to him. My nipples were so sensitive with need that even the softly wafting air currents caused them to stiffen in agony. My cunt muscles clenched as the juices spilled from me in a torrent and trickled down my widely spread thighs.

"Yes Daddy. I do want it."

"I knew you would, slut.

Daddy began to fuck me, hard. He pulled his cock nearly all the way out of the tender ring of muscle that gripped him almost lovingly, before slamming the full length of it balls deep once again. He punished my asshole with stroke after forceful stroke. I began to feel sore and raw, and there was an increasing fullness in my rectum beyond that caused by Daddy's cock. It was becoming uncomfortable and insistent. I knew that feeling, and tightened my asshole instinctively.

Daddy slapped my left buttock hard enough to make me yelp.

"Don't you dare tighten that asshole slut! Relax and let it happen. You knew this was coming."

I did know that it was coming. But the reality was far different from even my wildest imaginings. Normally, I enjoy being dominated and humiliated. Normally, being made to perform acts of perversion excited me very much. But at that moment, I only felt a very disconcerting sense of vulnerability and shame.

Regardless of my own feelings, I wanted to please my Daddy very much. I tried to do as Daddy said, and made a conscious effort to relax. When I did, I felt my bowels moving with each thrust of Daddy's cock. I was powerless to stop it. He was literally, fucking the shit out of me.

"Oh yes....that's what I wanted. That's my dirty little whore. You're getting Daddy's cock nice and filthy. You're going to have quite a mess to clean up, slut."

I was crying silently as Daddy fucked me, knowing what he would ask of me next. Without warning, he pulled his cock roughly from my assaulted asshole. I remained on my knees, ass in the air, afraid to face my ultimate indignity.

"Turn around now slut. Show me how obedient you are. Show me how far you're willing to go to please your Daddy."

On hands and knees I turned to face him and found myself staring at his cock, which was rock hard and jutting forth proudly. It was liberally smeared with reeking brown matter from my equally soiled asshole.

"Suck it." was all Daddy said to me.

I shook my head mutely, pleading with my eyes.

Please Daddy, don't make me do this. Don't make me put that in my mouth. I don't want to know what my own filth tastes like. I don't want to be a scat whore. I want to be your dirty girl, Daddy, but please, not that dirty!

Daddy gripped the base of his cock in one hand and slapped me hard on the mouth with it several times. It left smears of thick, sticky filth on my lips. I nearly licked them out of sheer habit, but stopped myself. I whimpered softly with my mouth clamped tightly shut.

"Suck that dirty cock NOW, whore."

I was going to have to just do it. If I kept thinking about it, I would never be able to overcome my innate revulsion and do as my Daddy asked. I opened my mouth, took a deep breath, and then swallowed his dirty cock in one long gulp.

As with the piss, I tried not to taste. But it was impossible. The stinging bitterness filled not only my mouth, but my sinuses as well. I wasn't sure if I was smelling the taste or tasting the smell, but whichever the case, my senses were overwhelmed with the truly revolting miasma of fresh human waste.

As bad as it was, the taste did not cause me to gag, but rather the texture, which was dense, sticky and gritty. It could not be simply swallowed away. Despite my repeated attempts to rid my mouth of the vile substance, it clung to my teeth, my tongue, and the roof of my mouth with thoroughly distressing stubbornness.

I gagged and then gagged again, striving hard not to vomit. My Daddy kindly allowed me a moment to recover my composure. I simply held his cock in my mouth, breathing deeply through my nose and waiting for my heaving stomach to settle down.

The urge passed, and I resumed sucking vigorously, hoping to clean Daddy's cock as quickly as possible and put an end to my ordeal. With each pass my mouth made down the filthy shaft, his cock emerged from my mouth a little cleaner. I was forced to swallow the noxious sludge that formed in my mouth; a combination of shit and saliva that was truly foul. But I was encouraged by my progress and began to feel a little less panicked. I tried to lick and swirl with my usual enthusiasm, and give his beautiful cock all the attention it deserved from a loving Cumslut.

"Thaaaaat's a good girl. Get it nice and clean. You like that? You like the way your dirty asshole tastes? You like to suck Daddy's filthy cock?"

I shook my head and Daddy laughed softly.

"What a nasty whore you are. Such a nasty, dirty little cocksucker. You'll do anything if it means getting a cock in your mouth won't you?"

I blushed deeply with shame, and nodded silently. It was true. I would do anything to keep my Daddy happy. I would do anything to ensure that I would always have his cock to worship.

When his cock was thoroughly clean, I began to enjoy my chore, despite the lingering taste of filth in my mouth. How I loved sucking my Daddy's cock. I hoped I had done well, and that maybe now Daddy would give me another nice big load of creamy cum. If I could get one more mouthful of his yummy spunk, I could consider what I had just done a means to a delicious end.

To my complete and utter dismay, Daddy pulled his cock from my mouth and ordered me back into the ass fucking position.

I looked at him with horror and cried, "No Daddy please! Not again! I can't do it again!"

"Get on your knees, slut, or you fail this test of your obedience. Is that what you want?"

"No Daddy." I sobbed.

I knelt once again on the bed with my ass high in the air. And Daddy once again fucked me with hard, punishing strokes. But I couldn't enjoy the lovely sensation of his big cock plowing into my tender little hole, knowing how he would once again defile my mouth when the whim struck him.

As before, he pulled out and commanded that I clean his cock. He repeated the process three times in total, and each time I desperately hoped it would be the last. I was nearing the end of my tolerance. Though I wanted to please my Daddy, I simply couldn't take much more.

I licked the last vestiges of stubbornly clinging shit from the bulbous, swollen head of his cock. Daddy must have sensed that my tolerance was coming to and end because he cupped my chin gently in his hand and raised my face to meet his eyes. He ran his thumb over my full lips, which were smeared with my own excrement. He wiped it away tenderly.

"My, my....just look at you. You look like a little girl who has eaten a chocolate cupcake. What a messy, dirty face. Don't you have any manners slut? Can you not suck a dirty cock with dignity? I have never seen a slut look so thoroughly degraded. You are a nasty, nasty little whore."

I looked my Daddy directly in the eye. My cheeks were scarlet with shame and humiliation, but I also felt a sense of pride.

"I know Daddy. I am a nasty whore...for you. I'll do anything for you Daddy. Anything. All I ask in return is that you let me worship your beautiful cock, that you feed me loads of sweet cum, and that you use me like the filthy worthless fuckslut I am."

"Your words are very pleasing to Daddy, slut. You have been a very obedient girl and that makes me very happy indeed. Now I know there is nothing I can ask of you that will be refused. You are truly and completely....mine."

Goosebumps broke out on my fevered skin, and a ripple of excitement raced down my spine to lodge deep within my dripping, convulsing cunt.

"Thank you Daddy." I whispered. And then, unable to resist, I began to plead with him.

"Will you give me some cum now? Will you hurt me some more? Will you let me cum too? Please Daddy, I need it so badly!"

Daddy chuckled at my eager desperation.

"Yes, Cumslut, you can have some more cum. I'm about to explode from watching you debase yourself so prettily. But this is probably the very last you will get from me tonight. You have drained me with your greed. Suck me now, baby. Suck me good, and don't stop until I spurt every last drop of cum from my poor balls down your throat."

I began to suck Daddy's cock hungrily, once again relishing the taste and feel of his hard cock. I sighed with pleasure as the silky flesh filled my hot and hungry mouth. Suddenly, I was struck by an idea. It was so dirty, so nasty...it thrilled me to think of doing it. It thrilled me to think of being such a filthy little whore of my own free will. I hoped it would thrill Daddy too.

"Daddy..." I began. I was hesitant and faltering.

"Yes my sweet whore..."

"Daddy, I have a very naughty idea. Will you indulge your dirty little girl?"

"Of course I will. My slut wants to be nasty some more, does she?"

"Yes Daddy, I do. I can't seem to help myself."

"I know, slut. It's what you are. Tell me."

"Daddy, I want to eat your cum from my...from my ass. Will you cum in my ass Daddy? Will you fill my ass with your hot cum and then let me push it out and lap it up like a greedy little bitch?"

Daddy growled with pent up lust.

"Fuck yes, slut. On your knees...NOW!"

I scrambled onto my knees, pressed my aching tits to the mattress and arched my back deeply to open my asshole to my Daddy. I shivered as the cool air caressed the damp pucker of my waiting hole.

Daddy buried himself in my asshole with one thrust. I screamed with pleasure as he speared my bowels and stretched my hole abruptly, almost beyond its limit. The sweet burning pain sent waves of lust through me, and I felt my cunt begin to sluice more of its slippery juices down my thighs.

"Oh God, Daddy yeeeeeeeeeesssssss! Fuck my asshole, fuck it hard!"

I gave myself over to the sensations deep inside me as Daddy rammed his cock up my ass again and again. I reveled in the feeling of being violated and filled and used. Unthinking, I reached down to rub my sore, swollen clit. It was hard and slick and desperate for contact with anything. On the verge of a mind blowing orgasm, I groaned deeply.

Daddy gave me a hard slap. "Don't you dare, slut! I didn't give you permission to cum yet!"

I sobbed with frustration, but obeyed his command.

"That's a good girl. Now don't you touch yourself again. Daddy has plans for that little fuck button."

"I won't Daddy. I promise. Just keep fucking my asshole, please! It feels so good!"

Because Daddy had already cum multiple times that day, he was able to fuck me a good long time. I began to feel loose and raw and bruised. As the discomfort increased, so did my need to cum. The pain and indignity of being brutally sodomized fueled my lust. I was nearly insensible with it as he battered my rectum mercilessly.

Daddy was beyond all thought or reason as well.

"Oh yes, baby. Daddy's going to fuck that ass raw. You like it hard and deep don't you? You like it when Daddy hurts your asshole with his big cock."

"Yes, Daddy, hurt me. Fuck me hard and hurt me!" I sobbed.

The sounds of our fucking filled the air; the slap of flesh on flesh, the wet squelch of bodily fluids, the grunting and groaning in time to each thrust. I could smell my own pussy, as well as the lingering scent of shit. All of my senses were being assaulted. I was nothing but a greedy, needy hole desperate to be filled. Nothing else existed, nothing else mattered.

I felt Daddy tense behind me, and knew that his orgasm was approaching. I moaned loudly anticipating the warm flood of cum that would soon fill me. I reached beneath my body to grasp his heavy, swinging balls. I squeezed them gently to encourage the release of their precious fluid.

"Oh fuck, baby, Daddy's going to cum. Daddy's going to blow his load up your ass."

I was nearly incoherent and could only mumble in reply, "Oh yeah, Daddy, yeah. Please cum in my ass. Please, please, please."

And then Daddy was cumming. He gave a loud bellow and began to empty himself into me, slamming his hips against me with such force that I was propelled forward and finally collapsed upon the bed. Lying prone, with Daddy's cock buried in my ass, I felt the delicious spasms as it blasted ounce after ounce of cum deep into my bowels.

When the final spasm had passed, Daddy slowly pulled his cock out of my well fucked ass. I tried to clench my ruined anus to retain as much cum as possible, but I felt some leak out and dribble down to pool between my legs. I reach back to scoop it up and sucked it off of my fingers.

Once again, my wantonness amused my Daddy.

"Ah, yes, that's my little cumslut. You can't wait to get it in your slutty little mouth can you?"

"No Daddy, I want to eat it up so bad. Can I? Can I push all that spunk out of my ass now?"

Daddy pulled me back gently so that my knees were beneath my chest. He parted my ass cheeks and peered at my open, leaking hole.

"Look at that baby. What a beautiful sight. I wish you could see your asshole right now. It's so swollen and gaping open, and it's leaking cum. It looks so pretty and so used."

I lay there quietly, listening to my Daddy's words, reveling in his admiration and awaiting his permission to expel the cum from my churning bowels. I moaned softly, beseechingly.

"Alright slut...I know what you want. It's time to take a cum dump for Daddy. Push it out into Daddy's hand you filthy little thing."

I bore down gently, unsure and a little worried about what I might expel along with the cum. I felt it pour forth from my tattered anus, and it was wonderfully soothing to the raw, abraded tissues. I heard it pattering into the palm of Daddy's cupped hand. I was excited by the sheer depravity of what I was doing.

When I felt that I was empty, I stopped pushing, but Daddy encouraged me to continue.

"Keep pushing slut. We want all that cum out of your ass and in your mouth."

I did as he asked, though I was nervous about pushing so hard. I felt another small trickle of cum flow out of me.

"Mmmmmm. I love to see that little asshole working so hard. That's a good girl. Now turn around and see what a treat Daddy has for you."

I turned around and crawled over to inspect the mess in Daddy's hand. There was a small puddle of pearlescent cum, with a few faint brownish streaks swirling through it. I wanted that cum so much that I didn't even care that it was soiled from being inside my ass.

"Lap it up you filthy little whore. Lap up that dirty cum like a good little bitch."

I did. My pink tongue slid out from between my lips to make a trail through the thick and fragrant substance. With a practiced flick of my tongue, I swept the first precious drops into my mouth and moaned deeply with satisfaction as they slid down my throat. I lapped and licked and slurped until his hand was clean, and all the delicious spunk was consumed. Then I cleaned my Daddy's flaccid cock and empty balls, searching for every last drop of cum.

When I was satisfied that I had done a thorough job, I sat up and licked my lips like a cat licking away the last drops of sweet cream. Daddy smiled at me.

"You look very satisfied with yourself slut."

"Ohhhh, I am Daddy." I purred. "Thank you for the cum. Thank you for letting me be such a dirty girl."

"You're welcome slut. You have pleased me very much. Now...you have earned some attention from Daddy. Tell me what you want, baby."

I laid back on the bed and spread my legs wide, displaying my swollen, dripping sex.

"Hurt me Daddy. Hurt me while I cum."

Daddy chuckled deeply. "My pleasure slut. My pleasure."

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"Hurt me Daddy. Hurt me while I cum."

Daddy chuckled deeply. "My pleasure slut. My pleasure."

I moaned and pumped my hips lewdly, to demonstrate to my Daddy how incredibly hot and needy I was. My cunt announced that need with a full lipped scarlet smile and my clit was swollen to an almost unbelievable size. The entire length of it was engorged, and the throbbing column of woman flesh almost felt like a small cock jutting forth from the top of my dripping slit.

I reached down to retract the tender pink hood until the mini head was clearly visible.

"Look Daddy, look at my baby cock. It's so hard! Don't you want to hurt it? Please Daddy, hurt my pretty little baby cock."

Daddy laughed and said, "I certainly do want to hurt that baby cock. I want to hurt it so very, very badly. But how? How to make my sweet little whore scream for Daddy?"

Daddy pretended to be deep in thought. I shivered at what might be going through his mind; so many wonderful ways to be hurt, so much delicious cruelty to inflict upon my vulnerable, pouting womanhood. My nipples tingled with an intensity that was almost electric as I considered the likelihood of them becoming targets as well. I arched my back to show that they were up for offer along with my cunt.

"Oh my, we can't forget those little morsels now can we? My slut needs her lovely tits hurt as well, doesn't she?"

"Oh yes please, Daddy." I panted. I pinched my nipples hard between thumb and forefinger and pulled them upward until they were grossly elongated and my heavy breasts stretched into a conical shape.

"Hmmmm, I think Daddy has just the thing for that slutty little cunt and those hungry little tits. Hold them just like that slut."

Daddy disappeared for a moment, leaving me to stew in my own juices, so to speak. I heard him rummaging around in the toy bin, searching for whatever implement had stuck his fancy. I hoped it was the riding crop. I loved the deep, stinging bite and the lovely, vivid stripes that it made upon my pale, tender skin. If wielded properly, it caused no permanent damage, but left a sweet soreness for a day or so that was a delicious reminder of Daddy's commitment to my training and discipline.

I loved having a sore pussy and tender aching nipples, but until today, I had never had the courage to ask for the punishment I craved. I had always had to wait until Daddy was compelled to mete it out. Then, I had feigned protest, too ashamed to admit that I had been waiting eagerly for my Daddy to hurt me.

"Oh Daddy, please hurry, I need it so bad." I felt very bold as I expressed my longing.

Daddy reappeared at the side of the bed, carrying a slim black riding crop, with a cock shaped handle. I moaned with excitement at the sight of it.

"Hold those tits up, slut. Do not drop them. Do you understand?"

"Yes Daddy." I tightened my grip on my nipples to insure my obedience.

"And spread those legs nice and wide. I want that cunt ready to accept some more abuse."

I complied, eagerly. The first blow struck the underside of my right breast and immediately following, one fell upon the left breast in the same place.

The blows were hard; much harder than those Daddy had given me previously. My back arched against the pain and the breath hissed from between my teeth. Almost before the searing heat could register, a blow was delivered to the top of each breast. I writhed and hissed some more, but I maintained my hold on my strained nipples.

Daddy took his time beating my tits thoroughly; top, bottom and sides. Sometimes, he landed several blows in the same place, teasing me with the delicious agony, then moving on. I tried not to cry out, but I couldn't keep the moans, which were a combination of pain and lust, from escaping my lips. Each shriek, each stifled oath, each sob elicited a grin of satisfaction from my Daddy.

Finally, he was finished. My tits were on fire and were a suitable shade of crimson to attest to the searing heat. There was a satisfying ache deep in the core of each quivering mound of tit meat that promised to be very much in evidence for several days. I was gratified to know that the effects of my beating would linger. But I knew there was more to come.

"Drop those tits slut. Let's see what we've accomplished."

I complied. Now my nipples were exposed and vulnerable. He eyed them with a salacious leer.

"Very nice, slut. I love to see a pair of well beaten tits. But those nipples...Mmmmm. I think they need a few good, hard strokes. Don't you?

"Yes, Daddy."

"How many, whore? How many strokes do you deserve?"

That was a loaded question. Did Daddy mean, how many did I deserve as a reward for being such a good Cumslut and such a filthy, dirty girl? Or how many did I deserve as punishment for being a worthless, shitlicking whore? I didn't know how to answer. Too few would make him angry, as would too many. And though my cunt was wet with longing, I didn't honestly know how many I could take.

"Whatever you decide is best for me Daddy."

"Playing it safe, slut? You disappoint me. Fifteen hard strokes on each nipple. Cup your tits from below. Lift them up...that's right...offer them to your Daddy. Mmmmm, yes, just like cherries on a sundae aren't they whore? They won't look cherries when I'm done with them. Noooooo, I think they will look like sweet succulent plums, all purple and swollen."

I shuddered with anticipation and did as he said, cupping each breast and lifting my eager nipples to him. I waited for the pain; excited, afraid, longing, dreading.

"Count." He said, and then the first blow struck the turgid bud.

Sweet Jesus it hurt.

I screamed, forgetting to count as the sensation ignited a licking flame of desire that raced down my spinal column, unfurled in my arched pelvis, and curled sinuously into my cunt where it was consumed, but not extinguished, by a fresh flood of my female juices. I felt the warm fluid burst from the slick pink surface of my most intimate flesh and collect in the basin of my open, glistening hole.

Reflexively, I dropped my breasts and covered my vulnerable nipples. It was only an instant before I realized I had made a grave mistake.

"How dare you cover yourself, slut!" roared Daddy.

He stood above me with a dark look on his face. He reached down and buried his hand in the thick hair at the nape of my neck. Daddy tightened his grip slowly, until the there was no slack in the abundant tresses and the delicate skin was pulled painfully taut. Then he pulled my face close to his own, forcing me to look deep into his eyes. I could smell the warm, masculine scent he gave off, and feel the heat from his body.

"You asked for this whore. Remember?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"You begged me, didn't you whore?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"What do you have to say for yourself, you ungrateful little cunt?"

Fearful the delicious pain would be withheld from my stiff and yearning nipples, I did the only thing I knew to do. I began to plead with him.

"Daddy...I'm sorry! I didn't mean to cover myself! It was just a reflex, I swear. I am grateful Daddy, really I am. Thank you for beating my tits so well! I love the way they hurt so deep inside. I'm a very lucky painslut. Please don't stop! Oh God Daddy, please beat my nipples too. I want them to hurt for days, just like my tits Daddy. Please!"

I was near tears, which surprised me, as did the sincerity of my pleas. How such a thing had become so important to me was baffling and disconcerting. But the pain...it was so seductive. I needed more.

"I believe you, slut. And I'm glad to hear you're remorseful. I'll finish what I started, but there will be consequences for your insolence."

I was weak with relief, but wary of what punishment might be imposed for my transgression, which I knew to be quite grievous indeed.

"Get back up on your knees whore."

Confused, I nearly blurted out "Why?"...but managed to hold my tongue. I scrambled back to my knees, anxious to avoid displeasing Daddy further.

Without comment or preamble, Daddy again shoved his cock into my asshole. I gasped as his hot flesh made contact with the reddened, stinging tissue and then cried aloud as he thrust through the swollen, abused ring. Was this to be my punishment? Though undeniably sore, I could certainly stand another assfucking. The agony would be fierce, but sweet.

Daddy quickly disabused me of that notion, however. When he had seated his cock fully and firmly into my ravished rectum, he paused a moment, and then began to piss. The stream was powerful and copious and I immediately began to experience a painful cramping. It was a far different experience from the gentle cleansing enemas I often gave myself.

And yet...I was excited and titillated. I was being used as a urinal, a receptacle for the liquid waste from another body. It was the pinnacle of degradation and I loved it. Once again it seemed as if my every thought was somehow silently communicated to my Daddy.

"I think you're enjoying this, slut. You like being filled to the brim with hot piss. You like being a toilet for Daddy don't you?"

"It hurts, Daddy. It's giving me such bad cramps!"

"But you like it because you're a filthy piss loving whore, aren't you?"

"Yes Daddy"

"And you don't care which end it goes in, do you? It's all the same to you, as long as you end up with a bellyful of piss, isn't that right whore?"

"Yes Daddy."

"Well, you might enjoy being a toilet, slut, but I promise you won't enjoy having to hold it while I beat those fucking teats black and blue."

Ahhh, so that was my punishment.

I gasped audibly and Daddy chuckled at having taken me by surprise. Yes, it was cunning and diabolical. My asshole had been stretched and weakened by the earlier assault. It would be quite a struggle to retain anything that an angry Daddy might choose to shove into it.

But the real punishment would be my inability to focus wholly on the pain I needed and loved so much. I would be unable to turn inward and let myself float away on the tide of pain and pleasure.

In a very short time I began to feel uncomfortably full. I looked down to see that my stomach bulged slightly just below my navel as the piss distended my bowels. I whimpered softly in protest, but the stream continued unabated. My stomach swelled larger as I watched. I stroked it softly, disbelieving that my body could hold so much piss, and doubtful of my ability to hold it in.

Finally, with a soft, wet plop, Daddy pulled his flaccid cock from my ass. I felt a small stream of piss dribble from my asshole and trickle slowly down my legs.

"Tighten that hole slut! If you release any more, or you lose control completely, I will not hurt your little girl cock. Do you understand me? I won't give you what you've worked so hard for. You will have debased yourself for nothing."

"Daddy, pleeeeeeaaaase. I can't hold it. There's so much piss in me, Daddy!"

I moaned as another vicious cramp gripped my bowels. Daddy ignored my entreaty.

"Don't disappoint me again, slut. Roll over carefully...that's right...and spread your legs. Lift those tits, just like before. Now, let's continue."

Daddy lifted the crop above me, preparing to strike the untouched nipple, but then, in mid stroke, he stopped.

"How could I forget? Just a moment, slut."

He bent down to retrieve something from the floor and came up holding the damp, soiled panties that he had used to silence me earlier. He smirked.

"I would love to soak these with piss before stuffing them in your mouth, but I'm afraid the contents of my bladder are currently sloshing about in your ass."

Daddy crumpled the pale blue nylon panties and gagged me with them.

"Now then..."

The crop slashed downward with a sensuous whisper and struck my nipple with perfect accuracy. The pain was indescribable... sinister but wonderful; a living thing that caressed my tender flesh with fingers of blistering sensation. I arched my back and raised my hips in the primal, age old posture of sweet, sweet agony.

I was transported to a place I had always longed to be. But in that place, I was unaware of anything but the delicious onslaught of pain and desire. As my cunt received the lovely message from my tormented nipples, I gave myself up it and relaxed my pelvic muscles involuntarily. I felt a small trickle of warmth in the cleft of my buttocks and realized I was very close to losing control.

My panic dissolved the delicious pain haze. I clenched my anus as tightly as I could, which resulted in another wave of rippling, cramping pain deep within me. Any remaining euphoria evaporated abruptly and was replaced by fear as my strained muscles struggled to hold back the deluge inside my bowels. Goddamn my devious Daddy.

With each blow that Daddy delivered to my defenseless nipples, the vicious cycle was repeated; pain, pleasure, realization, panic, fear, struggle. Each time, he brought me to the precipice of masochistic satisfaction, only to yank me back with his expectations.

He whipped my nipples mercilessly, with all the strength that he possessed. It wasn't long before I was screaming behind my panty gag. The screams were muffled, but still strident.

"That's it whore, scream for Daddy. Louder baby...let me hear how much it hurts!"

By the final blow, I was a wreck. The tender sphincter that had often given me so much pleasure, now quivered with fatigue and ached with strain. My palms were indented with half moons where I had bunched my fists tightly. My knees were weak, my cunt was open and weeping, my nipples were twin nodes of pure flame. I was panting heavily, and tears ran from my eyes. I felt them trickling into my ears.

Daddy was breathing heavily his cock once again stood proud and rigid before him. Hurting me aroused him and I felt strangely satisfied with that knowledge. He removed the panties from my mouth and kissed my lips gently.

"Is that what my little painslut needed?"

"Yes, Daddy."

He grazed his thumbs lightly over my battered nipples. I gave a loud cry as his touch coaxed more pain to the surface of the angry, throbbing nubs.

"Mmmmmm, yes, those teats hurt, don't they whore?"

"Yes Daddy!"

"Goooood. That's very good." he crooned.

He ran his finger up between my ass cheeks, grazed my tightly closed hole, dipped briefly into my cunt, and then teased my clit with a light, fleeting caress.

"I feel some moisture here, whore."

My heart sank. I had allowed just a tiny bit of piss to escape when the crop first struck, but I had tried so hard to please my Daddy! Surely he knew how I had struggled!

"But I'm pleased. You've performed well...better than I ever expected considering how hard I fucked your ass earlier. And I think you've learned your lesson, haven't you?"

"Yes Daddy." My reply was emphatic and sincere.

"Then you may go to the bathroom and expel, slut."

"Thank you Daddy. I'm glad I pleased you."

Gingerly, I crawled off the bed and stood on shaky legs. I quickly realized that gravity was working against me. I couldn't move for fear of releasing the churning mess in my bowels all over the carpet. Daddy grasped my predicament at once and laughed softly.

"You may need to crawl in there slut. Fitting, don't you think?"

"Yes Daddy."

I dropped to my knees and crawled slowly to the bathroom. My cheeks burned with shame. It seemed like an eternity before I reached the safe haven of the commode. I got to my feet and prepared to sit, but hesitated, not knowing if I should close the door or not. I certainly didn't want to anger my Daddy again, but I was almost at the point of no return.

"Daddy? May I close the door while I expel your piss from my ass?"

"Yes whore. You've earned your privacy."

With relief, I shut the door, settled hastily onto the smooth, cool seat, and promptly exploded. I cringed, embarrassed by the rude noises emanating from my body. I knew Daddy could hear, and though the door was closed, I felt naked and vulnerable as I let nature take over.

Finally, I was empty of piss, or seemed to be. I sat for a moment, trying to calm down. As I took stock of myself, I realized that my clit was still monstrously swollen, and pulsing with the strength of its need. I reached down hesitantly and stroked it. Oh god...the pleasure...it was almost too much to bear. I frigged it furiously for just a moment, knowing that it was a serious and punishable offense.

"What are you doing in there slut!?"

I started guiltily and snatched my hand from between my legs.

"Just making sure I'm empty, Daddy."

"I'm coming in, slut."

"NO! I mean, not yet Daddy. I'm so messy...let me get cleaned up first."

I quickly destroyed the evidence of my crime by licking the pussy juice from my fingers.

"Alright slut, but hurry up!"

I attended to my hygiene quickly and then stood before the mirror, assessing. I had been wearing tasteful make-up earlier in the evening, but now, I looked the part of the whore I had been playing. My mascara had pooled into deep smudges below my eyes and tear tracks streaked the artfully applied blusher. My lipstick was liberally smeared and my mouth appeared swollen.

My breasts were a deep rose color, and painted with a number of slender marks. They looked pretty, I thought. But my nipples...my nipples looked magnificent. They were swollen to perhaps twice their normal size, and were still swelling as I observed them. They were a deep, majestic purple at the tips, while around the areola, the dusky shadows of what would be vivid bruises were just appearing.

I looked as if I had been brutalized, used, broken and discarded.

Just then the door opened and Daddy entered. He stood behind me and reached around to cup my heavy, aching tits. Our eyes met in the mirror.

"You have never been more beautiful" he whispered.

He was right.

And I realized then that I hadn't been playing a part, but achieving the fulfillment of a long silent truth.

[hirarandi]

Story 04

Jean knew that this was no ordinary job before she applied.

She had just started college. As is normal, she had been assigned a second year student to help her get to know where things were and what happened. Carole was a really friendly, helpful person and she had become a good friend to Jean already although they had only known each other for a week. The one thing that was obvious from the beginning was that Carole was not as short of cash as other students. Jean told her that things were really tight for her and she was going to have to find some bar work as soon as she could. The problem was that every student was doing the same thing and she didn't have any experience.

Jean asked Carole if she worked. Carole avoided the question at first,but at the end of the week they had got to know each other better and they shared a bottle of wine in Carole's room. Jean said that she had called in to several places asking for work, but got nowhere. Carole told her that she thought there might be a place for a girl like Jean at the restaurant where she worked, but it was no ordinary job.

"Look, I am only going to mention this once and then never talk about it again. Here is the number of my boss. If you want to ring him for a job he will tell you what it is all about and it is up to you whether you want to do it. It's not for everybody and If you aren't interested I understand. I am not going to say anything about the job, but if you really want some decent money and you are broad minded then..."

She let her words tail off and Jean tucked the slip with the telephone number into her purse. The job wasn't mentioned again.

Next day Jean waited until the afternoon before plucking up the courage and finally ringing the number. The guy she spoke to seemed really nice. He said he might have a place for the right girl with real commitment and enthusiasm. Jean assured him that she did have those things. He told her to turn up at 8pm, to bring her birth certificate with her and be ready for an interview which would require her to show that she had got what it needed to work for him. She said that Carole had not told her what the job involved and he just chuckled.

"She's a good girl. If you can do as well as Carole you will have a comfortable time at college, but this is a very special job. You have got to be prepared to do what is required."

Jean was puzzled, excited and even a bit frightened, but she was determined that she could do anything that Carole could do.

Clyde shook her hand firmly when she was shown into his office. He told Jean to sit down and asked to see her birth certificate.

"Just turned eighteen then. Ideal so long as you know enough about the world."

He told her that the restaurant, Glorious, was owned by him alone and that the entirely female staff were answerable only to him. It was a payment by results operation. If he offered her a position she would be paid her share of thirty percent of the takings during her shift. For example, if they took £1,000 during a six hour shift and there were six staff working that shift, they would each get £50.

The other side of the deal was that any complaints, mistakes, breakages or other losses were paid for by whoever was responsible for them. Clyde stopped her as Jean was about to say that she couldn't afford to pay if she made a mistake.

"You can pay for any of your errors without it costing you a penny so long as you have a good attitude to our customers. They are the most important people here. Come and let me show you round."

Clyde led Jean into the restaurant. It was busy. The only thing making it a little different from the average restaurant was that there were more than the usual number of single male diners. Their next stop was the kitchen where two women chefs were working hard. So far everything was completely straightforward, but then Clyde took Jean towards the Gents. Apparently unconcerned whether anybody might be using it, he opened the door and showed her in. To their right was a row of urinals which he ushered her past and then there were three cubicles facing them. On the left was the open door of a normal lavatory. In the centre was a closed door marked private which Clyde now opened. There was no WC inside. In fact there was nothing in there at all. Clyde pointed to the right hand wall where there was a life size painting of a naked woman on her knees. The Marilyn Monroe look alike face had her bright red lips open and there was a round hole where her mouth was.

After telling Jean to take a good look he then showed her into the right hand cubicle. There was an upholstered leather kneeling pad facing the left hand wall on which was painted a picture of a naked muscular young man with the hole she had seen on the other side where his penis would be.

"OK. Now you see what happens. If you work here and if ever I get a complaint about you or you cause me any kind of cost or problem you come in here for a period of between fifteen minutes and two hours. Entirely my decision and there are no appeals. Any arguing and you either get to pay a bit more or you leave straight away. When you come in I set the time lock from the outside and you come out when it unlocks. The two video cameras in here record your every movement and sound."

Clyde went on to explain that while they were in the glory hole booth, staff members had to suck off every man who came in. They were to ensure that each man came to orgasm and then they swallowed his cum. While they were in the booth, if a man come in to the glory hole they were required to say

"Welcome Sir, may I please suck your cock?"

When they had shot their load she was required to lick the guy clean and then say

"Thank you Sir. That was glorious."

Jean had sucked a few cocks in her time and enjoyed it, but she now knew what was special about this place and she was getting butterflies in her stomach. Before she could start to think that perhaps she might not like to work here, Clyde told her to get on her knees. He locked the door as he went out and he entered the next door booth.

"Well! What do you say. This is an interview. You do want to earn some money don't you?"

Jean really did want to earn some money.

"Welcome Sir, may I please suck your cock?"

"That's a good girl. You're learning fast. Now let's see what sort of a job you can do."

Jean took Clyde's prick into her mouth and worked on it with all the skill she could draw from her short life and relatively limited experience. The booth had been thoughtfully built. The separating wall with the glory hole in it was only a quarter of an inch thick where the hole was. Clyde was well endowed and Jean's mouth was filled. When he called on her to throat him, she tried her best to get his prick further down, but she was gagging and her eyes began running. She was determined not to fail so she sucked and licked for all she was worth until she eventually felt the tell tale throb of the dick as he started to cum. Jean gulped and swallowed it down making sure not to spill any and then licked around the head to ensure there were no drops left. Remembering the instructions Jean said

"thank you Sir. That was glorious."

"Indeed that was Glorious Jean. Not the best blow job I have ever had, but you will be OK with practice. What you need to remember is that Glorious can offer jobs to girls like you because of the service it provides."

As Clyde was saying this, the door to the men's room opened and somebody walked in. Clyde quietly said

"get ready girl"

and walked out of the cubicle.

He said 'Hi' to somebody and a shadow crossed the hole as another man stood close to it. It had become suddenly obvious that her interview was not going to be with Clyde alone.

Jean braced herself.

"Welcome Sir. Please may I suck your cock?"

There was no reply. A few seconds later a wrinkled and small, soft prick was flopped through the hole. Jean hesitated and then slipped it into her mouth. She drew back the uncircumcised foreskin and sucked gently on his sensitive glans. She wriggled her tongue in the guy's piss hole and the small dick grew in her mouth. In fact it became very rigid and grew to fill her almost as much as Clyde had done. As Jean sucked and licked she started to tingle and slipped a hand into her panties where she rubbed her clit in rhythm to her sucking. When she felt the prick swell that little bit before it ejaculated she spasmed with her own orgasm. In the grip of her climax, Jean sunk her face into the groin of the customer and took the load straight into her throat.

Jean removed her hand from her knickers and licked the softening prick with some affection.

"Thank you Sir. That was glorious."

As the light returned to the glory hole, Jean noticed the receding pubic hair was grizzled and grey. It had never entered her mind that the anonymous customer might have been an old man.

After the man had left, Clyde returned to the cubicle and unlocked it.

"Nice one. I see you enjoyed yourself quite a lot there."

Jean flushed with embarrassment and Clyde pointed to the cameras reminding her that she had not been as alone as she had felt. In his hand he held a portable monitor.

"Whatever I am doing or wherever I am, I can see what is going on in the booth and one or two other places as well."

Jean blushed all over again thinking about how Clyde had watched her bringing herself off. This was more embarrassing than that she had a stranger's dick in her mouth.

Clyde took her back into the restaurant. He showed her the sign that said 'WC's'.

"See the apostrophe after the 'C'. Whenever there is a girl locked in the glory hole booth that lights up red. Only people who know what it means would ever notice it."

Jean looked around the room. A man who must have been in his seventies had just settled himself into his chair and was replacing a napkin on his lap. Next to him was a grey haired old lady. He looked happy. He was fat, wrinkled and ugly. Could she possibly have just had an orgasm with that man's prick in her mouth and swallowed his cum? The thought horrified and excited her at the same time.

Clyde took Jean back to his office and then opened the door into a back room.

"The way to do well in every organisation is through asslicking. The problem in most places is that people are not quite sure how to do it or who they should do it to. Here it is simple. I am the boss and everybody else licks my ass if they want to please me. I give bonuses when I feel like it to anybody I want to. How much, how often and who gets it depends on how much I have been pleased."

Clyde explained that this was his pleasure room. Staff were only allowed in here naked. The interview would be completed in this room and, as a potential member of staff, Jean could only enter without her clothes so if she wanted to complete the interview she knew what to do. Clyde opened a locker for her to put her clothing in.

Jean felt that she had already committed herself enough and there wasn't really anything to lose by completing her exposure to this strange boss. She was confirmed in this feeling when he said

"I am not going to fuck you. I will leave that for your boyfriend."

As she stripped off Jean was thinking about the asslicking comment that Clyde had made. She wanted to ask him what he meant, but she just couldn't. He told her she had pretty little tits and then when she slipped off the final article, her tiny thong, Clyde said

"that bush will have to go. Things are going well for getting a place here, but the only person working here who is allowed pubic hair is me. Anyway, come on in."

It was not a large room. There was a canvas, film director style chair and a long, flat leather upholstered exercise bench on castors. A large, high definition TV screen was hung on the wall facing the chair. Beside the chair was a small table on which there was a laptop and a few other bits and pieces.

Clyde showed Jean that the chair had a split seat. He took off his own lower clothing and sat on the seat, spreading his buttocks as he did so.

"OK. Now lie on the bench with your head at my end and your feet on either side. That's it. Use your legs to walk the bench back until your face is underneath me."

Jean did as she was instructed and realised that the asslicking was literal. She was going to have to lick Clyde's ass to get this job. A couple of boyfriends ago she had got quite drunk and the guy had stuck his tongue up her ass. It was great, but when he wanted her to do it to him she sobered up pretty quickly and avoided it by giving him a BJ. It didn't look like there was going to be any avoidance this time.

As Jean looked up at the hairy ass and balls above her, focussing on the brown sphincter, Clyde pumped a handle on the side of the bench. Her face was moving closer to his ass. He only stopped when he felt her nose touch him and then he told her to start licking.

At first Jean tried to lick around the hole, but Clyde gave the handle another half crank pushing her mouth close.

"Get that tongue right in and show some enthusiasm if you want the job."

To emphasise his words Clyde picked up a narrow plastic fly swat from his table and gave her pussy a stinging swipe. The shock caused Jean to gasp a pleasant warm breath of air on Clyde's wet asshole and then she plunged her tongue in.

"That's it. Now work it around."

Jean did as she was told and instead of the revulsion that she had expected, she began to feel moist and tingly between her legs again. She pushed her tongue in and out with as much energy as she could. Her increasing breathing rate continued to blow warm air to the deliciously massaged ass from her mouth and nose.

"You.ve got it girl. Another five minutes and the job is yours."

Jean finished her task with all the energy she could manage and when Clyde lowered the bench her jaw was aching. He told her to sit up. He was a good looking man in early middle age and his large prick was now standing ramrod hard from his lap. Jean felt that she was soaking wet on the leather bench and she knew she was going to leave a stain.

Without another thought she said

"Please Sir, may I suck you off?"

He took her hair and drew her onto his erection. It didn't take long for Jean to bring Clyde to his climax and as he was nearing it he worked her clit with his fingers until they both came together.

"OK. The job is yours and I am sure you are going to do very well. Now before you decide whether you want the job you need know one more thing."

Clyde used the laptop and a video came up on the large wall screen. It was the men's room containing the glory hole booth. The camera was showing the urinals. When they had gone in there Jean's attention had not been on these and she had not noticed that there were two normal urinals, but between them there was a kneeling pad the same as the one in the booth and in place of the ceramic sanitary ware there was just a short chain fixed to the wall and a broad leather, studded collar hung from it.

As she was watching, Clyde led in a naked woman. She had seen this woman working in the kitchen. The video continued while Clyde explained that she had been caught stealing meat from the kitchen. She had begged not to be sacked or reported to the security officer and Clyde had agreed a deal with her. Part of that deal was that she should spend one complete six hour shift in the urinal.

Jean watched open mouthed as the woman knelt and the collar was fixed around her neck. It was broader at the front than the back so her head was tilted back. Clyde ordered her to open her mouth. She did so and it made her head go back even further. There was a raised place at the front of the kneeler. She was told to place her hands on it and Clyde secured her wrists into leather cuffs.

At that point Clyde stopped the video.

"You know what you are in for. Do you want the job?"

"May I start now please Sir?"

When Clyde bought his drink he was the only person at the bar and the guy serving him looked miserable.

"What's up Mark?"

"Oh, trade's really bad Clyde. Since the economy went tits up I get hardly anybody in here. I am behind with the rent and the management company are threatening to terminate my lease."

"Well yeah, things are tough, but not every business is in trouble. You have got to have something special to pull people in."

"You're right, but I just haven't got any ideas left. I had to stop the live entertainment because I can't afford it any more."

"You've never eaten at my place have you Mark?"

"Jeez Clyde. You are so expensive and yet you always seem to be busy. I just wish I could afford come to Glorious and find out how you do it."

Look, I like to come in here for a drink and a bit of quiet company. The meal's on me. Come on round next time you are not working. You'll be well fed, but it could just do a little more for you than that."

Mark was intrigued, but he couldn't get anything more out of Clyde. After a couple more drinks Clyde left and there was a trickle of customers until closing time. A poor night, but Mark felt a bit happier and it wasn't only that he was going to get a free meal. Clyde oozed money and success. There had to be something in this mysterious offer. The restaurant was only in the next street and Mark walked past it on his way home instead of taking his usual route.

It was midnight and the last few diners were leaving. They were all smiling happily, giving cheery goodbyes to the staff and chatting enthusiastically as they went to their cars. It was a scene you could see at any restaurant except that there were more men than women among the clients and they seemed so much more animated than most people after a good meal.

It was five days before Mark could get away from work at the right time for an evening meal. He rang Clyde and said that he would like to take up his offer. Clyde said that he was fully booked, but as Mark was a single diner and he knew he didn't get too many chances to get away from the bar he would bring out an extra small table.

Mark expressed his gratitude and dressed his smartest. When he arrived he was greeted at the door by a beautiful teen-aged waitress who showed him to a tiny table in the corner of the throbbing restaurant.

"You are an honoured guest Sir. I have instructions to tell the owner as soon as you arrive. Mr Watkins will be with you shortly."

Handing Mark the menu she said " my name is Carole and I will be your waitress for this evening. I will be pleased to meet your every wish."

This last comment was delivered with Carole looking straight into his eyes and her lovely cleavage prominent as she leaned towards him.

Mark settled into his seat and started looking at the menu. He tried to ignore the distracting movement in his groin. Before he had looked at many of the tempting dishes on offer Clyde was beside him.

"Delighted that you could join us Mark. I won't disturb you now. Just make your selection from our menu and when you have finished your starter tell Carole to show you through to my office. We will have a little chat before your main course. Until then I would like to suggest that you look around you carefully and watch what is happening. Bon appetit!"

With that Clyde was gone. Mark found it hard to concentrate on the menu. All this was so mysterious. He looked around him and couldn't see anything special except the large number of male diners as he had observed previously. There were two tables of six men each and that was unusual. If it had been any normal restaurant Mark would have taken them to be business men, but there was something about the atmosphere in here that told him their purpose was pleasure rather than work.

After Carole had returned twice Mark finally put in his order. As he took his first sip of wine and picked up an olive there was a sudden murmur about the room. The diners were looking restless and one man made his way rather quickly towards the rest room. Not long afterwards Mark's garlic prawns were served and he tucked into his delicious starter.

The moment the man returned from the gents there was a scraping of chairs. Two or three men moved as if to get up, but just one man left. The pattern continued. Each time one man came back into the restaurant another apparently needed to relieve himself immediately and there always seemed to be only one person going at a time.

Almost as soon as he had put down his cutlery from finishing the starter Carole was back at the table side. Smiling beautifully she said.

"Will you please be kind enough to accompany me to Mr Watkins' office Sir?"

Mark took another sip of wine before standing up and following Carole's pretty ass and very long legs to the back of the restaurant. As they passed the WC's a smiling man emerged. He went to hold the door open for Mark before realising that he and Carole were going somewhere else. Mark thanked him and the guy very obviously winked and broadened his smile.

Carole tapped on the door and showed Mark into her boss's office before turning away to return to waiting on table.

"Well Mark. What do you think so far?"

"Your food is excellent. My compliments to the chef and your staff are really top quality. I couldn't have been made to feel more welcome. And it certainly works. You're chock full."

"Yes we do well. Most of may staff are working their way through college. Learning some valuable life lessons at the same time as they study their books. Clyde grinned. So you haven't noticed anything special about my place? Apart from the food and waitresses of course."

Well I don't know what it is, but there is something going on. There is a strange feeling of anticipation in the room and guys are following each other into the john all the time. It's as if you only have one urinal or something and they have to grab their turn."

Clyde laughed. "You're close man. They are certainly trying to get their turn." He swivelled on his chair and pointed a remote control at the screen on the wall. When it flashed into life there was a naked girl on her knees sucking a dick at a glory hole.

"Hmm. Very nice." Said Mark, "but you didn't call me in to show me some porn did you?"

"It's live footage mate. Straight from the cubicle across the corridor and the lady there is one of my waitresses."

Mark looked more closely.

"No kidding." At that moment there were some drawn out grunts from the screen. The girl was swallowing as a cum load filled her mouth. She carefully sucked and licked the prick clean and thanked its owner effusively. He left and within a few seconds the door clanged again and she was asking the new occupier if she could suck him off. Sure enough another cock came through the hole and she had it in her mouth right away.

"That's seven loads she swallowed in half an hour and it will be eight in a minute. There could be fifteen men's cum in her belly by the time her hour is up. She's got good technique. Brings them off quick leaving plenty of happy clients. That's the way I like it."

Mark was glued to the screen. Speechless.

After a few moments of silence Clyde went on.

"Now you know why this is such a successful business. Play it right and your bar could do just as well as us. Now I will let you get back to your meal, but before you go. Take a look at the WC's sign when you get back to your table. When the apostrophe is lit up there is a girl at the glory hole in cubicle three. Carole is due to do an hour in there later this evening."

"Fucking hell." Was all that Mark could say. Clyde showed him out of the office.

Once Mark was comfortably seated again he looked up at the sign and registered the small apostrophe illuminated with a red light. Carole was at his side very soon.

"Are you ready for your main course Sir! And may I get you anything else?

"I'd like to wait for a few minutes and may I have a jug of water please?"

"Of course Sir. Right away"

Not only was he surprisingly thirsty, Mark did not want to hurry this evening. He slowly sipped at his water and wine, all the time observing the succession of men visiting the lavatory. Carole visited three times to see if he was ready for his meal. Each time he declined. Although she was entirely compliant and polite it was obvious that she was getting concerned about the delay. The last thing on Mark's mind was whether his food might spoil. Carole finally came and said.

"I must leave in a few minutes Sir. I am required for other duties."

"Oh. OK. Yes I will have my main course now if you have time."

"Of course Sir."

Carole hurried away and as she did so the apostrophe light went out. She returned in seconds and after serving him she gave a curtsey.

"Please excuse me Sir. Your replacement waitress will introduce herself shortly."

Mark started to eat. The food was excellent, but he was really paying it very little attention. The restaurant was quieter now and there was no movement to and from the lavatories. A few minutes later he looked up to the figure approaching his table. The lovely young woman in neat waitress uniform was the same naked girl he had seen on her knees swallowing cum only a short while ago.

"Good evening Sir. I am Susan and I am replacing Carole. Is everything satisfactory with your meal?"

Mark snapped out of his recollections.

"Oh yes. Yes, the food is excellent."

She smiled sweetly. "I am here to provide anything you need Sir. Would you like anything else to drink?"

Mark could not get what she had been drinking out of his mind and then the apostrophe lit up again. Not a second passed before he was on his feet and heading for the door. No time to say a word.

The moment those soft warm lips closed around his dick Mark visualised Carole's lovely eyes looking up at him and that delicious cleavage. She worked her tongue expertly and sucked so that he knew he could not last long in this paradise. He longed to be able to grab her head and thrust deep into her throat. As if she had read his mind Carole pressed her face firmly against the thin partition where Mark was tight against the other side. Just as his cockhead fully entered her throat he groaned and let go a huge jet of jism straight down inside her. Carole eased back a little and sucked the softening prick while the rest of his load discharged into her mouth.

Mark knew that Carole was naked on the other side of that wall. He really wanted to hug her and relish the gorgeous body he saw in his mind. He was going to do things a little differently in his bar, but Clyde was a genius. This was going to be his salvation. He arrived back at his table to find that Susan had removed his plate to keep the food warm. By the time he had got into his seat and raised his glass to his lips she returned it.

"Thank You Susan. That was thoughtful."

"My pleasure Sir. Please be sure to let me know if there is anything at all that I can do for you."

In this establishment that offer meant so much more than it would anywhere else. The pretty girl standing beside him had a belly full of cum and she knew that he had just fucked her colleague's mouth. This was a place like no other. Unable to resist, and without really thinking about it at all, Mark put his hand under her short skirt and felt her cunt. That there were no knickers was unsurprising. Instead of a bush of curly hair he found perfectly smooth, damp flesh and soft, plump lips. Rather than leaping back, screaming or showing any sign of shock Susan spread her legs to allow easier access.

Mark eased three fingers into the sweet, young cunt. Susan moved towards him a little and spread her legs wider allowing further entry. Juices trickled into his palm and Mark took his hand away. He sucked his fingers.

"Thank you Susan."

"No, it is for me to thank YOU Sir. Thank you for allowing me to assist you in enjoying the Glorious experience."

"You have certainly done that Susan and I hope you will help me a lot more in the future."

"I look forward to it Sir."

Mark finished his meal with his head full of thoughts. From Susan's juicy cunt to Carole's expert mouth and then back to the future of his bar. Clyde really knew how to do business. He had barely been aware of his food. When Susan came to clear his plate and ask for his dessert order Mark could only think of leaving to get on with his plans.

"No Susan. Thank you, but I need to leave now."

"If you must Sir. I look forward to seeing you again very soon. Mr Watkins has instructed me to ensure that you have everything you want this evening. Please don't leave if there is anything more I can do for you. Mr Watkins would not like you t ogo without being fully satisfied."

"I don't think I have felt so satisfied in years Susan, but you could come back to my place if you like."

"Of course Sir. I will just get permission to leave."

"No, no. It was a joke. I'm sorry."

"Really Sir. Mr Watkins would want me to please you. You are welcome to have me."

"Oh boy Susan. You really are amazing. I am going to have to take up that offer sometime, ,but it just can't be today."

Mark reached for his wallet. Susan put her hand on his.

"No Sir, please. I have orders. I must not take any money from you."

Mark looked at her. There was no arguing. He kissed her gently on the cheek, bade her goodnight and left.

[hirarandi]

I've just finished my training and gotten my teaching degree. My dream has always been to teach Journalism and live in the country, far away from "city" life! I've been lucky enough to find a position in a small community college. This is my first day in a class of what seems to be the biggest, rowdiest, most ill-mannered "farmers" I've ever seen.

Earlier, in the over crowded hallway outside my classroom, as I was bending over to pick up a note pad I'd dropped, one of the over grown "student body" had himself a good feel of MY body in the crush of students rushing to class! And apparently several other students saw him as he shoved his big paw up my skirt and groped my crotch while he hunched himself against my backside several times! However, in the position I was in, I must have been the only one who didn't see who did it! Needless to say...I was extremely embarrassed and more then a little upset! Not a good mood to start a new job in!

Shortly after the bell rang and class started, I was introducing myself to my new charges "Good morning class, my name is Jaclyn Miracle."

I heard a deep voice from the back of the room mutter "Was a miracle I didn't shoot a load in my jeans gropin' your ass teach!" The entire classroom erupted in laughter!

I froze, realizing that the "paw" was in my classroom. I'm thinking to myself...how do I handle this? What do I do? I can't let my new career start off in this way. I HAVE to DO something!

I demanded "Who said that? Stand up and show yourself...NOW!"

For a few moments there is total silence, not a sound can be heard inside the classroom. Then, very slowly, all eyes turn to the back of the room and everyone stares at a boy? He looks up, slowly grins at them all and begins to rise from his desk.

Now, I am tall for a woman. 5' 9 inches is NOT short! But this BOY just keeps rising up and up till I'm standing there with my head craned back looking up at him. He has to be over 6' 7 inches tall.

All I can think of is "Oh my God!" And apparently I must have said this out loud because everyone in the room laughs! Including the giant "paw!"

"Ok, Jaclyn...stay calm" I tell myself!

"So it was YOU that behaved so badly in the hallway earlier?" I say.

"Well...yes'm, I reckon it was me! I just couldn't seem to help myself! And I surely did enjoy every moment of it...too!" he mumbles with a not so repentant grin! To which the class again erupted in laughter.

"Silence! Or every last one of you will stay after class!" All I can think is that I have to get this situation back under my control or the rest of the school year is lost!

"What is your name young man?" I demand!

"John-Paul ma'am!" the big lout mutters.

"Well, John-Paul, come up here to the front of the classroom!" I ordered!

Everyone in the class gives a whispered "ohhhhhhhh no!"

Hesitating a moment, he stands watching me. I assume, to evaluate just how sever his punishment is to be! I had learned that this small back country school still believed in "corporal" punishment. Seems the parents, as a group, had requested that "spanking" be used as a disciplinary means. And it was up to the individual teachers discretion as to when and how this punishment was handed out. Each classroom even had it's own paddle, hanging on the wall behind the teachers desk!

"John-Paul, are you sorry for your inappropriate behavior outside and here in class?" I ask him, looking into the biggest, prettiest green eyes I've ever seen.

"Well. No ma'am, I can't rightly say I am. No, not a bit! I'd do it again in a flash if'n Y'all would just bend over!" he grins at me and winks! He actually winks at me!

All I can do is stand there with my mouth hanging open and stare, as the class goes wild with applause for this overgrown Neanderthal! This has got to stop...and NOW!

I go around my desk and take the paddle from the wall. Returning to face John-Paul, I demand. "Turn around and lean over the desk!"

He just stands there, looking into my eyes and does nothing. Says nothing...just looks at me. Now, I've had men look at me before. And I could feel they're thoughts. But what I feel as John-Paul stands there staring into my eyes is beyond anything I've ever even imagined before. And to my shock and embarrassment, I feel myself becoming wet, down there. And he grins even bigger and licks his lips! He KNOWS!

Then as if he is doing me a favor, he turns and leans over the desk, looking back over his shoulder at me. I feel my face flaming! My panties are soaked. And I'm breathing hard. Finally I realize I'm just standing there, with the paddle in hand, staring at this over grown boy like he's a rare steak and I've not eaten in days!

Raising my hand, I bring the paddle down onto his butt with quite a bit of force! When it lands with a sharp "smacking" sound...he laughs! Gritting my teeth and getting a better grip on the paddle...I try again! Whack! Smack!

And again...he laughs, looks at me and says "can't you do no better'n that? Come on teach, punish me...don't tease me!"

With a growl of frustration, the entire classroom full of students forgotten, I start wailing away on his behind with the paddle! 5, 10, 15 blows reign down on his happy ass! And he's still laughing!

Finally I stop, panting for breath, and growl "drop Your jeans...I'll make you regret your actions yet!" At which he gladly stands up, unsnaps his jeans, pulls the zipper down and slides them down below his hips!

Then he leans back over the desk, gives me a dark, brooding look and says "come on baby...give my naked ass all you've got!"

And I do, God forbid...I do! After about 30 slaps of the paddle, to his beautiful, naked ass, too tired to notice, I loose count! All I am aware of is the wonderful bright red of his ass and the wild, sexual joy I feel as my cum runs down my inner thighs! And him moving back into each and every blow as if he's welcoming them!

Suddenly, he stands, grabs the paddle from my hand and turns toward me. I gasp and step back, my eyes growing huge, as I star at his raging erection jutting, hard and powerful, toward my face.

He reaches down, grasps it in his hand, stroking it gently and says "Now, teach! Now it's my turn to show you how we do things here!"

With a simple flick of his hand, another student jumps up and dashes to lock the classroom door, pulling the shade down over the window in the door at the same time.

I find myself surrounded by every student in my class and backed into the corner with no way to escape. He is still standing directly in front of me, still gently stroking his massive cock and still staring at me. But he now looks like a starved wolf turned loose in the hen house at night!

With a gulp of my now dry throat I say "John-Paul, I insist that you go to the principles office at once!" And everyone in the room laughs! Even I know how shaky and feeble I sound...

I finally realize that I am not among a well mannered, respectful group of young people. But a pack of ill-mannered, over grown, sexually active delinquents! As I open my mouth to scream for help John-Paul reaches out, clamps his big paw over my mouth and instructs the others to grab me and hold me tight.

I feel hands grab my arms, legs, head and body. Then I feel myself being lifted up, off my feet and held in a prone position. Someone takes John-Paul's place covering my mouth. As hard as I struggle, I can't break free, even to scream. There are bodies packed all around me. Hands grasping, squeezing, fondling, probing every part of my body.

"Spread her legs." John-Paul orders.

My legs are ripped apart, wide, even though I try my best to squeeze them together. Stepping up between my legs, John-Paul grabs my light-weight, cotton skirt and in one great yank, rips it from my body! Then grabbing a handful of my bikini panties and giving another jerk, he renders me naked from the waist down, except for my shoes.

"Strip her bare! I want to see what I'm getting!" He orders. And hands are pulling and tugging, ripping my shirt and bra from me. Even my shoes are yanked off my feet and tossed aside!

"Now, hold her head up, I want her to see what's happening. I want her to know what's cummin'. And, I want to see her face while I show her what it's like down on the farm!" Suddenly I feel someone grab a handful of my hair and my head is jerked up from where it had been hanging down.

As I look around me I realize I am being held, suspended in mid air, just at waist height. And John-Paul is standing between my widely spread legs, his engorged cock jutting and throbbing toward my gaping pussy. And everyone is staring at his cock as the dripping head of it slowly inches toward my vulnerable cunt.

Again I try to jerk my head loose to scream and try to kick out at him, hopefully to land a blow to his huge cock. But I am held like in a vise. Dozens of hands wrapped around me like chains. I am totally helpless and immobile. All I am able to do is make moaning sounds and weakly shake my head...no! Pleading with my eyes, begging him to stop. But of course...he has no intentions of stopping!

Reaching down between my legs, he shoves his fingers hard and deep into my pussy. Wiggling them around, stroking them in and out. I can hear my own juices squishing and slurping as he rams away inside me. Then when he has plenty of juice all over his fingers, he reaches over to a girl who is holding one of my arms, and holding them to her mouth, she greedily begins to suck them clean. He works his fingers in and out of her mouth like he would his massive cock. She is so incensed by what she is doing she reaches out and grasping my nipple she twists and yanks it till I scream. My sounds of agony muffled behind the hand covering my mouth.

"Enough!" John-Paul orders, and she releases my breast.

Looking at me, stroking his fully erect cock, slowly fingering my clit, John-Paul asks "Think you've been fucked before? Well, you haven't been fucked till you've gotten it barn yard style! I'm gonna ruin You for any other man! Y'all hold on tight now, she looks like a real fighter!"

And guiding his huge cock to my gaping pussy, still staring directly into my eyes, with a mighty grunt, he rams the monster thing fully into me. The pain is so great that I buck, screaming, kicking and fighting as hard as I can. Grabbing my hips and standing still, keeping himself buried to the hilt in my aching pussy, he waits for the first wave of my pain to subside. I feel like I've been ripped it two, the pain a burning, hot, pressure thru my lower body. Never have I even seen a cock as large as his, much less had it thrust into me like a weapon.

Slowly, I come to my senses again. Tears of pain, running down into my hair. The pain is still washing over me in huge waves. I'm panting for breath, feeling as if I'm impaled on a fence post. I almost wish I could pass out, escape this nightmare. Then slowly, he begins to withdraw from me. The pressure is so intense it takes my breath. I feel like he's pulling me apart. Finally he's pulled all but the head of his cock from me.

Now he begins to slowly stroke in and out of my tortured pussy. Rocking his hips, back and forth in long, slow, deep strokes. As he fucks me, he reaches down and gently strokes my clit. Rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger like a small penis. All the while talking to me, telling me what it feels like inside my pussy. How I'm grasping and sucking on his cock, not wanting to let it slide out of me. Telling me that I'm so very hot and slick inside. Almost burning hot. And so wet and slippery. That my clit is throbbing and jumping as he strokes it.

I'm watching his every move, listening to every word. And I realize my clit IS swollen larger then it's ever been before. I also realize something else. I'm moaning in pleasure! And I feel myself getting wetter with each of his deep powerful strokes. I can hear the wet squishy sounds of fucking my pussy and his cock are making. Oh God...I'm enjoying this. I'm moaning and groaning like an animal in heat. I can no longer focus on his face. As my vision blurs and my eyes roll back, I feel myself starting to move with him. Rocking my hips to meet his powerful thrusts. Mumbling and moaning incoherently. Trying to reach out to him, to touch him, to wrap myself around him. I need to feel more of him!

Realizing that I've given myself over to the lust raging in me, he tells the others "Raise her up, I want her to ride me. Set her up on my cock." And they do as he commands. Lifting my upper body, bringing me face to face with him. And as lost as I am, I reach out, wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips and bury my tongue deep inside his mouth. All the while rocking back and forth on his wonderful, massive cock! I feel his giant hands on my ass, lifting me up and down onto his ramming cock. God...I've never felt anything like this before. I'm lost, totally lost in the sensations of my body. Knowing nothing, seeing nothing, hearing nothing but the sounds he and I are making as we fuck like animals.

Not paying any attention to what's going on around me, or to his words to the others, I'm totally lost in my coming orgasm. I feel myself slipping over the edge, feel my hot wet cum gushing from my swollen, battered pussy. I'm not prepared for the stabbing, burning thrust of a cock inside my asshole. But as it penetrates my muscles and buries itself fully inside my ass, driving, hard and fast in counter time to John-Paul's mighty trusts, I throw back my head and scream out the most overwhelming, powerful orgasm I've ever known! Slipping into the oblivion that I had just minutes ago wished for.

How much later I don't know...I slowly wake to such a powerful rush of lust, it makes me gasp. Opening my eyes, I realize I'm laying on my back, upon the desk. John-Paul is bent over me, suckling, fondling and mauling my breasts. Someone is licking, nibbling, sucking and biting on my neck, ears and shoulders. But the most overpowering sensation is coming from whoever is between my legs. I feel them, hear them, lapping, slurping, grunting with their efforts. I feel fingers in my ass, thrusting fast and deep. Someone has their mouth over my pussy, sucking hard, milking all the cum from inside me. I can feel someone licking and stroking my still distended clit, jerking it like a little cock.

I look back at John-Paul who has now raised up and is holding his cock before my mouth. "Come on teach baby. Do it, do it for me. Suck my cum soaked cock for me! Suck it clean!"

And looking at his still wet, glistening cock, my mouth opens and I wrap my lips around the great purple head of it. And I begin to suckle like a baby at it's Mama's tit. Tasting my own sweet, tangy cum and John-Paul's rich, salty, cum as I clean his still engorged cock. The wet, hot, sounds of sex and cum all around me. And my own mouth slurping, smacking and sucking the loudest.

As the sensations begin to over power me and I feel my orgasm starting to build, I reach out, grasp John-Paul's hips and pull him to me, hard! Laying my head back over the edge of the desk, I pull him around so he is standing above my head. As he realizes he now has a clear shot down my extended throat, he grabs handfuls of my hair and begins to pump his cock deep into my throat. Grabbing the head of it in my throat, I start swallowing, over and over, pulling him deeper and deeper inside of me. Finally he is buried in me till his balls are slapping against my forehead and my nose is buried in his scrotum. I wrap my arms around his hips to hold him to me and suckle and gobble his huge cock deep into my throat. Working my throat muscles around the length of his cock, milking his cum from his balls.

I faintly hear a voice say "Damn, look at that. She's got the whole damn thing down her throat. Look at it, You can see how her throat and neck are swollen from having it inside like that. How the fuck can she breath?"

I feel a hand pressed against my throat, feel it rubbing up and down my throat, stroking John-Paul's cock from the outside as I stroke it from the inside with my throat muscles. I feel his cock start to swell and pulse, jerking inside me. I redouble my efforts as I feel my own orgasm about to explode again.

"God damn baby, suck that thing. Suck me hard. Fuck I've never felt anything like this before. Oh God, I'm gonna cum. Jesus, fuckin' suck me baby, Suck it bitch! Damn, you're a born cock sucker! Now, pull on it, pull hard...NOW!" John-Paul shouts.

With that, John-Paul locks his hands into my hair, rams his cock deep into my milking throat and pours his hot, thick cum in huge spurts down my throat. As my orgasm bursts loose, I lock my arms around him, My throat going into spasms as I try to swallow and scream at the same time. I feel my cum gushing out of me, spurt after spurt shooting out, over me, over who ever is trying to lap it up and over the desk.

John-Paul's cum backs up, too much for me to keep up with and comes bubbling out my mouth and nose! As I feel it running down the sides of my face, I also feel someone licking and sucking it off of me and him. And again, overwhelmed by such powerful feelings, more then I can handle...I slide back into darkness.

Slowly I wake. Raising up, I look around. I'm dressed, sitting at my desk, where my head had been laying on my folded arms. I'm all alone in the classroom. The clock on the wall says 4 pm. Was I asleep? Was I dreaming? Am I going crazy?

I think I must have fallen asleep and had a most erotic dream, I slowly stand. I take my purse from my desk drawer and start to leave the room. Turning one last time and looking back, I see something white under the edge of my desk. Walking back across the room and reaching down, I pull whatever it is from under the desk and turn again to the door. As I look down to see what it is, I find myself holding...my ripped panties?

[john_smith]

good collection

[john_smith]

good collection

[john_smith]

good collection

[john_smith]

good collection

[Kalyan143]

please continue

[doctor101]

Wow good collection of English Erotic Short Stories. Very rare to find now a days on Indian websites.

[sri7869]

Nice stories