Which President's Mom...

[a777pilot]

...did porn?

Let see who is the first to give a correct answer.

I know so I can't join in the fun.

[benefactor]

timvp or Kori Ellis...can we please remove OP's thread starting privileges? His spamming in the political forum is getting out of hand.

[a777pilot]

timvp (https://www.spurstalk.com/forums/member.php?u=8) or Kori Ellis (https://www.spurstalk.com/forums/member.php?u=6)...can we please remove OP's thread starting privileges? His spamming in the political forum is getting out of hand.


I agree. He needs to be put on a short leash.

He has miles to go and miles to go before he is at the level of 99% of those that post here. He's just too smart.

Here is a777pilot at the Crosseyed Moose in Fort Worth.

https://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i282/a777pilot/31250475_2166927793535997_392527990846723083_n_zps kpebsl55.jpg

[a777pilot]

...or y'all could correct me when I need to be corrected, disagree with me but stop insulting me. I rarely insult.....but I do insult from time to time. Unlike most liberals here, I do not make it my go to style.

Try being sane and civilized.

[a777pilot]

timvp (https://www.spurstalk.com/forums/member.php?u=8) or Kori Ellis (https://www.spurstalk.com/forums/member.php?u=6)...can we please remove OP's thread starting privileges? His spamming in the political forum is getting out of hand.

Please, my name here is a777pilot, not OP. Even in that request, one is insulted.

[spurraider21]

Please, my name here is a777pilot, not OP. Even in that request, one is insulted.
do you even internet?

[a777pilot]

do you even internet?

I have no idea what the question is asking. Rephrase and if I understand your question I will answer.

[CosmicCowboy]

Was Dunham's alleged bondage porn actually confirmed? I thought it was a hoax.

[a777pilot]

Was Dunham's alleged bondage porn actually confirmed? I thought it was a hoax.

I would hope it was a hoax. Unfortunately, it is out there. I do not like or admire Obama in any way what of ever, but his Mom, wife, or kids need be left out of the political debates.

[Trainwreck2100]

Please, my name here is a777pilot, not OP. Even in that request, one is insulted.


You come here you don't know how the internet works you shit on our preverbial couch and you expect us to be civil. This place has rules and you keep breaking them. This place isn't loaded with "liberals"like you think it is. But the conspiratard bullshit that you believe in is relegated to the relevant threads. Because even the local moonbats respect this place enough to use relevant already existing threads to chirp their idiocy. I don't know how you found this place because you won't tell us but whoever told you about it clearly didn't tell you everything.

[Will Hunting]

I agree. He needs to be put on a short leash.

He has miles to go and miles to go before he is at the level of 99% of those that post here. He's just too smart.

Here is a777pilot at the Crosseyed Moose in Fort Worth.

https://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i282/a777pilot/31250475_2166927793535997_392527990846723083_n_zps kpebsl55.jpg
You’re fat.

[Will Hunting]

timvp (https://www.spurstalk.com/forums/member.php?u=8) or Kori Ellis (https://www.spurstalk.com/forums/member.php?u=6)...can we please remove OP's thread starting privileges? His spamming in the political forum is getting out of hand.
Or Deuce for that matter tbh

[Will Hunting]

:lol OP would be the most stereotypical looking Trump supporter ever

[a777pilot]

You’re fat.

No, I am not. Prove I am fat. You are a liar. I am not fat and you said I was. That is a boldface lie.

[a777pilot]

:lol OP would be the most stereotypical looking Trump supporter ever

How so? What about me in that picture says I'm a stereotypical Trump supporter? You are a typical liberal observer of the facts brought to you.

Sad.

[Trainwreck2100]

How so? What about me in that picture says I'm a stereotypical Trump supporter? You are a typical liberal observer of the facts brought to you.

Sad.
Will Hunting ain't a liberal and if that's you, you're fat

[a777pilot]

Will Hunting ain't a liberal and if that's you, you're fat

Yes, I am in that picture. I am NOT fat! If you say I am, you are a liar.

[a777pilot]

timvp (https://www.spurstalk.com/forums/member.php?u=8) or Kori Ellis (https://www.spurstalk.com/forums/member.php?u=6)...can we please remove OP's thread starting privileges? His spamming in the political forum is getting out of hand.

Well, it looks like you got your wish. I can no longer start a thread. Typical.....you don't like free speech so you end free speech.

Yes, I understand that this is a private owned site and I have no rights other than that which the owners allow me.

That's OK, it will be a bit later when I am banned from the site altogether.

[baseline bum]

I was battling alcoholism, and I was losing.

Things had gone wrong. After nearly three decades working at the same fucking job, I hadn't gotten the promotion. It was my only chance. I had waited years for the site manager to retire or die. When he finally had, those bastards had hired off site. The only reason I didn't quit was because, well... what the fuck else was I supposed to do?

Now that the spot was filled, there was no room to move up. The work hurt my body; all of my joins were shot, my back throbbed, and my feet were sore. I couldn't keep doing what I'd been doing, but there was nowhere to go.

There was also no point in going home. The house was empty; I knew that already. My wife was never there. Even my daughter was distant; once she had turned eighteen, she all but vanished. The two of them were on constant 'mother-daughter dates,' whatever the hell that meant.

So I start going on 'daddy dates:' me, a few doubles of J.D., and a dimly-lit bar full of men just like me. We all stayed there until they kicked us out, watching the liquid drain from the inside of our glasses, ice cubes glinting dimly in the glow of football games that had long since ended, playing on televisions turned down too low to hear.

My stomach lurched.

I ducked down an alley to vomit. It was warm and private, just barely lit by the light of a convenience store two blocks down. My hands, groping in front of me, found the smooth, green side of a dumpster. I braced myself, knelt down, and unclenched my stomach.

It was then, while I was letting it all pour out, that I realized I wasn't alone. Shuffling in the gloom, a line of men- mostly my age, were looking straight ahead, hypnotized by something. Soft, female moaning sounded in the dark.

'Nice,' I muttered, wiping my mouth. I was trembling. My vision was blurred.

Maybe I could use a show.

I peered around the dumpster I had tucked myself behind. On the other side, the mewling of a young woman was unmistakable. Further down the alley, a more mature woman's voice blended into the night. Hookers, taking customers in the alley. The line of men were hopeful Johns. They clenched paper money in their hands, crushed cigarette butts under their boots, chuckled softly, and didn't look at each other.

Squinting, I realized that there was a gap between the dumpster and the brick wall of the building that I was leaning against. I edged myself in the gap, sucking in my gut.

Heavily constricted, I edged myself toward the sound of sex. The young woman's moaning was muffled but clear. Multiple male voices were grunting, groaning, softly swearing.

Somehow, ever resilient, my cock grew hard.

I was close, within two feet of the action, but well-hidden behind the dumpster. I was lucky that this one mostly seemed to be filled with cardboard, but the fragrances of the alley- piss, vomit, garbage, and cum- still filled my throat.

'Ah... mmm... mmm, mmahhh... mmahhh...' moaned the girl. Her voice hummed through the flesh stuffing her mouth.

'Damnnn slut,' groaned a male voice, 'you're gonna be rich.'

I could almost see her. I could hear the sound of cocks moving in and out of her, a faint slsh, shlp, glrch, sound. The girl's voice, obstructed by some obstacle lodged deep in her throat, was close at hand.

'Mmmph... Glmmmph...' sllllrch'... Smmmph...' glshlshlshh...

The sex was rough, I could tell.

Finally, I reached the edge of the dumpster.

Carefully, I slid forward, squinting into the darkness of the alley.

The bright light of a phone, eagerly recording, illuminated the scene, in harsh contrast.

At first, it was difficult to tell what was happening. Slowly, she came into focus. A young woman was moving, her body shifting in time to the motion of three.. no, four... no! five! men.

Her body was being held up, twisted at a strange angle. A man was thrusting into her ass; that much was clear. But there were three men between her legs, thrusting and moaning... it couldn't be. It was. Two cocks were being pounded rhythmically into her pussy. I could only see her legs, and the curving side of one buttock. Her legs jerked and twitched in time with their pounding, muscled movements.

'MMMMMPH!' the voice moaned in ecstasy.

I couldn't see her face. Two more men were crouched over her face, their hips and buttocks moving back and forth, awkwardly in time with one another.

GLSH, 'MMPH,' SPLSH, GLSH came the sounds.

Careful to avoid the light of the phone, I stuck my head out, just a bit. There was something vaguely familiar about the moans. An amateur pornstar I know?, I thought, hopefully. Not that I had much energy for porn.

I could smell the sex now, and see the cum splattered on the dumpster, on the brick walls behind us, on the crumbled asphalt below us.

'Huuuurgh,' groaned a man, and then another. The two men in her pussy were coming. I could see their balls tighten from between their leg and then twitch, moving forward as they emptied their load. They stayed in for long moments, jerking their hips lightly, and the girl moaned around the two cocks in her mouth, her cries of ecstasy echoing and soft, absorbed by pumping flesh.

Finally, the two in her pussy pulled away, cocks limp. Her lower body was still being held up by the man who was noisily working in her ass.

He held her at an odd angle, and suddenly, her ruined pussy was only a few feet away. Its bald lips were puffy and red, clearly sore and flushed with arousal. The vagina itself was yawning open. Two adult men had just put their cocks in it at once, and had stretched it wide. I could almost see clear through to the cervix. Red and swollen, her inner walls were visibly contracting, gulping the semen pooled within. Her tunnel was a lake of clouded, white fluid, which mixed with her own juice and poured to the ground.

I pulled out my cock. I had to stroke it, now.

Jesus fucking Christ, I thought, Take a look at this filthy backalley whore... What a fucking disgrace, I thought, starting to masturbate.

The girl's lower body was perfect, rounded in tight curves, and the buttocks that were being pounded bounced as perfect bubbles of soft, silky flesh. Her pink inner lips were tight, pierced in multiple places. A hood piercing tipped in a pink gem glittered, delicate and beautiful, in the night.

She actually was wearing clothing: two plastic, platform heels, like strippers wore, and a tiny, thin piece of fabric that might have been a skirt, which was now pushed up between her hips and navel. It partially obscured the tattoo on her lower stomach that was written in script: CUM DUMP. Her navel was pierced as well, with an intricate piece of jewelry, which included the word 'SLUT' written in gemstones.

Her buttocks clenched as the third man came inside, groaning so loudly that a man in line shushed him. 'Quiet, asshole, we want to dump loads too.'

The girl let out an 'MMMPPPPPPPHH!!' as cum spurted into her asshole. Delight filled her voice.

'Hey fuck you, you'll get your chance. These chicks stay here all night.'

Right.. there were two whores here tonight. From down the alley, I could hear the moans of another woman. I should check out that scene, too, before I blew. I calmed my jerking, clenching my teeth.

The man bent down and slipped a few tens into a cheap, plastic purse laying on the ground, unzippered and open wide. It was filled with bills: $10s, $50s, and $100s, and the money was wrinkled and splattered with cum.

The two men thrusting their cocks into the girl's mouth hastened their rhythm. I had pulled back to leave, but I hesitated. I wanted to see her face. What kind of girl was moaning in ecstasy to be banged by five men at once, shoved up next to a dumpster?

One of the men moaned, then the other. The thrusting of their asses slowed. They held her still.

GLP... GLUG... 'MMMmmm...' slrch... glp, glup...

She wasn't just swallowing but gulping it down, sucking every drop out of the two cocks plugging her throat before she would let them leave. The men panted. I could see them trembling.

Don't cum, I reminded myself, focusing.

One man pulled away, and then another.

The girl's face-

What?

My heart stopped.

The girl's face was fresh and beautiful. She was clearly still in her teens.

Her lips were full, pink, and glazed with cum. Semen was spattered thickly, oozing in thick streams from the corner of her mouth down her chin, curving down her slender neck, to coat breasts that were shockingly large on her petite frame. Each of these was topped with a pink cherry nub of a nipple pierced through with posts that had metal words hanging from them. 'DUMB' read one. 'WHORE' read the other.

Maddison?

No.

It couldn't be.

No, no, no.

Nononononononono

My mind rejected reality.

'Mmmmm,' the girl said, in a sweet, tender voice. Maddy's voice.

She ran her tongue all along her lips, and licked cum from her finger tips, swabbing her oozing pussy lightly before she did so.

'Thank you, daddies,' she purred, and more semen was pooled in her mouth. She paused to swallow it, giggling. 'Now... who's next?'

More men jostled forward, shoving and pushing.

I couldn't think. My vision was going dark. I couldn't breathe.

Alarm bells were ringing in my head, so loudly I could barely hear the wet sucking sound that echoed through the alley as more men- adult men, hairy and thick with massive, ruddy penises and heavy, sagging ballsacks- penetrated my sweet, innocent baby girl. The stench of sex suffocated us all.

'Slut,' they growled, 'disgusting slut.'

Weakly, I crept out from behind the dumpster. I was staggering down the alley then, stumbling, barely able to walk.

SPLSH, GLSH,... 'mmmmm... ah...' glshglshglsh, splsh 'ooooh, daddy...' SPLSH SPLSH...

No...

This couldn't be real. I had passed out. was having a nightmare. The worst nightmare I'd ever had.

I stumbled forward, not even realizing I was still gripping my cock- hard as a rock- in my hand.

I didn't turn back the way I had come from, instead staggering further down the alley. I had to wake up.

My little girl, my sweet baby girl... With her pigtails and big, blue puppy-dog eyes, her hugs and school crushes and butterfly kisses.

No. No, it wasn't real.

As though from a great distance, I heard the moaning of another woman, low and deeply satisfied.

Around another dumpster, another line of men with their cocks in their hands were waiting. Some of them crowded around the other whore in a semi-circle, jerking.

'...more...' groaned the woman.

In my heart, I knew whose voice I was listening to before a gap in the crowd opened up.

My wife was getting fucked.

Her body was turned toward the crowd, knees bent, legs spread as wide open as possible. She was being held in the air by the man whose massive, dark cock was stretching her pussy impossibly wide open. He was tall and muscular, and he chuckled as he moved her body up and down on her cock. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy, and she was moaning, deep and primal, in a way that I had never heard before. Her tongue was lolling out of her mouth.

I was frozen. Subconsciously, my hand continued to stroke.

Milly...

We had been each other's firsts. I would always remember the slight resistance, then yielding pressure that her sweet, pure pussy had given when I pushed inside for the first time. Her gasp, the way she bit her lip, the widening of her deep, blue eyes. The way her body, slim at the time, had relaxed in my arms, trusting me with everything she had.

She had mothered my child. Neither of us had ever had sex with anyone else...

I was faithful. Always faithful, no matter how tough things got.

And so was she.

My angel.

'L-look... ah... at the way... mmmmm... t-this cock is spreading my... p-pussy...' she moaned, and I could hear the soft, insistent sounds of hands stroking cocks, of male breath heaving in short bursts. The smell of sweat and sex was so thick I could barely breathe.

Wet sloshing sounds came from her pussy as she was moved up and down, like a sex doll.

'You're awful slimy in here,' laughed the man, his voice deep. 'How many cocks d'you take tonight?'

'W-who knows...' she moaned, and the men in the alley laughed.

Milly's body had changed since I had married her. Her breasts had tripled in size from motherhood, and her nipples had darkened and grown large. But her breasts had always retained a buoyancy, and now they were bouncing hugely with each thrust downward. They weren't pierced- pierced like Maddy's, I thought, clenching my hand around my cock and feeling nauseous-but they were coated in cum.

Her thighs were thick, and her buttocks- round, large, and firm- jutted out. Her waist had stayed small, though, and the lush hourglass of her figure attracted attention from many admirers.

She was wearing a single piece of fabric. It consisted of a tiny band that covered her crotch- or would have if it weren't being pushed aside to accommodate the trunk-like penis that had spread her apart- and from there split into two, stretching up her torso to 'cover' her nipples (it didn't), and then passed over her shoulders. The fabric, where it wasn't stained and yellowed, was gold and shiny. Cheap, I thought. It looked cheap.

During our marriage, Milly had worn lingerie, once or twice. 'Frilly things,' she called them, with a laugh. The night of our wedding, she wore something white, with meshes, laces, and ribbons, and satin bows that hid soft, modest flesh, waiting to spill out into my hands.

Years later, after the job and Maddy had eaten up our time, during the months, then years, where I only saw her awake for an hour a day, sometimes she wore garments to bed that only seemed practical for sex. But after twelve hours a day of lifting, pushing, groaning in pain as every piece of my body creaked and broke with effort, I just couldn't summon the energy to do anything about it. She had reached over to stroke my dick, and it had remained curled up, just as beaten down and exhausted as I was.

Eventually, she'd stopped trying.

This is my fault, I thought.

My hand was moving up and down on my cock now, and I paused to spit into my hand.

I'd finish.

It was the least I could do.

The man was furiously pumping her body, up and down.

Maybe...

If I had just found the energy to pull down those panties, the ones were only practical for sex...

'Oh, GoddddDDDDD!!' she moaned.

'Good bitch,' the man behind her chuckled. His lips, chapped and cracked, parted. A wide, slick tongue slid from her collar bone to the divot behind her ear, where her jawbone met the swell of her skull. I knew that part of her well. It was where her scent was strongest.

Milly...

'Ahhhhhhhhh!' from down the alley, Maddison gave a deep, full moan. Her voice brimmed with the pleasure of womanhood.

'HURRRRHHHHHH' hollered the man fucking my wife.

We all came together.

The semi-circle of men I was standing in sprayed jizz like a fountain, shooting out toward my wife. My balls tightened, and the arc of my cum lanced toward her, stretching toward her body, fading away into the dark space between us. The gigantic balls of the man penetrating her lifted up, pumped... twitched... filled.

Her eyes rolled back. I could see her pussy pulse, her hole moving up and down to swallow, her lips fluttering.

He pumped.

Shot after shot.

Her eyes were rolled back, her eyelashes batting erratically, like the wings of a fly struggling against death. From the corner of her eye, a tear of joy slid down her body, tracing her stained curves, to come to drip onto the asphalt below.

My Milly.

I don't remember getting home. I don't even remember zipping up my pants. I just remember the sound of door opening and closing, hours later, after dawn had begun to glow. The sound of hushed giggling, the spray of water as the two of them shared a shower. Low female voices whispering secrets.

The bed pressed down. A hand stroked my forehead. Lips grazed my cheek.

'I love you,' said Milly's voice.

I was rolled toward the wall, hunched over, trying not to breathe, not to cry.

I love you, too, I thought, my eyes filled with tears.

It was all my fault.

I'm so sorry.

[a777pilot]

I told the truth. I was in that picture.

This is me, a777pilot:

https://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i282/a777pilot/f9240e36-fe3f-42f5-bd3c-520752710716_zpsclih5scr.jpg

...and I am not fat.

People see what they want to see.

[baseline bum]

For the fourth night in a row he awoke with sweat on his brow. Sweat on his brow and a raging boner. These were the rare times when he was glad that his wife had kicked him out of their bedroom because of his snoring. The bitch rarely put out for him anyway, and at least sleeping in the guest room he could fire up his laptop and look at porn. He reached for his cock, finding it under a thick fold of his belly. He stroked it between his thumb and forefinger, holding it the way you would grab a cork from a once opened wine bottle.

The dream troubled him deeply. His wife cumming over and over on a huge black cock. In the dreams the orgasms looked just like pornstar orgasms, the only female orgasms Jared had ever seen. Jared had never cared much one way or another whether his wife could cum, but in these dreams her orgasms were the most prominent feature. Jared tried to push the dream out of his head. He opened his computer to watch some good wholesome teen porn. That was real man porn! He scanned through the thumbnails in the teen porn category before clicking on one called tiny teens punished by huge cocks. His wife Betsy had been tiny when he met her, but that was many years and a few pounds ago. In fairness to Betsy, her looks had held up a lot better than Jared's.

The first couple of scenes were hot, and on another night they may have even excited Jared. The third scene got Jared spinning. A tiny redhead with freckles stretched over a huge black cock. Her pleasure looked so real. The dream came rushing back. As he looked at the tiny redhead, he saw his wife's face. Could women really enjoy those huge cocks? Could white women really enjoy fucking black men? Could his own wife really want that? He was humiliated to even think about it. Jared had spent his whole life being manly. In high school, he had played manly sports. He drove a manly truck. He had a manly gun. He served two years in the Marines. When he had been employed, he had a manly job. He even had beat up a fag once. All of his credentials said M-A-N.

Jared wished he had never gone to the loving wives section at his favorite porn story site. Ever since he read that story, he couldn't stop thinking about a big black cock pleasing his wife. In his dreams, he would even suck off that big black cock. There was no sense resisting. He opened the story again.

There it was, cock sucking cuckold. The first time Jared opened it, he had opened it by mistake. He was expecting a story about a loving wife. What he found instead was the story of a wife fucking another man, humiliating her husband, and the husband enjoying it. It was everything that was wrong with America. Jared had only read a few paragraphs before the cum started leaking out of his cock. He hated that. As soon as he wiped the cum off his fingers, he would leave some nasty comments about how unmanly the author was. He reached for the kleenex box on the nightstand finding it empty. He thought about licking the cum off his hand, but after his orgasm, it did not seem like a good idea. He headed towards the bathroom and was surprised by Betsy in the hallway. He must have been holding his hand awkwardly because she looked at it immediately and saw the cum. Through the open door of the guest room, she saw the glow of the computer screen and looked at Jared with an expression of pity and contempt. Embarrassed, Jared went on the offensive.

" Maybe if you would service me once in a while, I wouldn't have to jack off to porn."

Betsy turned away without responding and headed towards the kitchen. Sometimes she yearned for sex, but Jared's passive-aggressive bullshit and his apparent disinterest in her pleasure made it difficult. She let him think it was his small cock, but in truth it would not have mattered if his cock was huge.

Jared went back to the computer and pounded out some rage filled comments. You faggots who write cuckold stories aren't men! This does not belong in Loving wives! He felt better... reassured. He read the story one more time to make sure how much he hated it. He hated it again as soon as he finished cumming.

Betsy could have passed for beautiful if not for the bitter look on her face. She still had brilliant green eyes, and she touched up the little bit of gray in beautiful red hair. She was 135 now, compared to 115 in high school, but her 5'7 frame carried it well, and the few pounds plumped up her pert c-cup breasts. She lingered at the mirror, happy that her porcelain skin was still taut and unwrinkled, and her nipples were still rosebud pink. She sometimes longed for children, but when she looked at her 40 year old body, she was happy that it had not endured pregnancy. Her tummy was flat, and her round ass was well defined over her slim legs.

Betsy got into the Red Tesla S she had purchased with her bonus last year. She deserved it after being the sole supporter of the family for the last four years. She did not even talk to Jared before she bought it, and the one key always lived in her purse. She knew it drove Jared crazy, but if she was going to earn all the money, and still have to clean the house and shop, then damn it, she was not going to let him drive her car. Jared stayed in his underwear all day, except on trash day or lawn mowing day, when he would do the only housework he deemed manly enough.

Betsy thought the boss might have ulterior motives in giving her such a big bonus. Sure, she had brought in some big new accounts, but when she talked to peers who were similarly successful, none of them had been given such big bonuses. The thing that stumped her was that she was pretty sure her boss, Moses, was gay.

Moses was tall and slender, and always impeccably dressed. His GQ style was very out of place in South Carolina. He was handsome in a way. His coal black skin was flawless. If you saw a picture of him, you would think it was photoshopped. All this made his bright eyes and perfect teeth stand out even more. Betsy wondered why a single, wealthy, and educated black man from Seattle would accept a job in South Carolina. A lot had changed in South Carolina since Boeing had come to town, but a lot had still not changed. Jared still had a confederate flag on the back of his truck. She wondered if that was the reason Jared was not hired when the new plant opened. He was a machinist, and Boeing was still advertising for them after Jared was passed over.

When Betsy got to work, she plugged her Tesla in next to Moses's. Moses had the chargers installed right after Betsy got her car. They were right at the front of the building, and only handicapped spots were closer. As she rode up the elevator, her phone went off. Betsy, come to my office right away, Moses.

There was clear tension in the office. Betsy had not even heard about the crash. Moses was on the phone to Chicago. As soon as he got off, he addressed Betsy.

"They want us to go to Ethiopia right now. A max crashed. HQ wants us there for both the media and the airline. A car is waiting to take us to the plane." Jared said quickly.

"I don't even have a tooth brush..." Betsy wavered.

"You will have time to make a list of what you need while you are on the plane. Someone will meet us at the airport when we arrive. The PR firm is already on the way." Moses assured her.

"I am not PR... I am not engineering... why me?" Betsy asked.

"They want me there... I want you there," Moses said cryptically.

On the plane, Moses was on the phone, speaking in a language Betsy didn't understand. When he got off, Betsy asked if it was Ethiopian.

"Ahmeric," Moses replied.

"Are you Ethiopian?" Betsy asked, embarrassed that she did not know more about her boss.

"Kenyan, but Ahmeric is common in both countries," Moses replied without a hint of condescension.

Betsy flushed, both from embarrassment and attraction.

"I hope Jared understood the need to have you come on this trip. I can call him and explain the importance if you wish." Moses said thoughtfully.

"Oh my God! I haven't even told him yet!" Betsy's blush deepened.

Eavesdropping on the conversation, Moses overhear Jared's protests about who would cook his meals. He also heard the conspicuous lack of endearments or concerns about time apart. Moses called his secretary, having him arrange for uber eats to stop by Husk and take the best dinner Sean could make to Jared.

"Oh my God!" Betsy repeated herself... "I have heard so much about Husk... I have been wanting to try it! Jared would probably be happier with Cracker Barrel, but it is still exciting."

"It will be a few nights... we can order Cracker Barrel tomorrow." Moses laughed.

Moses then looked seriously at Betsy, locking his unnaturally bright eyes on her brilliant green ones. I know this is wildly inappropriate, but this is going to be a very stressful few days. The future of Boeing may rest on our ability to spin this crash as pilot error. It is going to be very unpopular to blame this on the pilots" Moses's voice trailed off. "I want you to help me relax."

"Relax?" Betsy looked at him quizzically, not understanding.

"Make love to me." Moses said confidently, again locking on her eyes.

Betsy forgot she should be offended. Her face flushed. She could feel her nipples and pussy immediately engorge. "Oh my God" she whispered.

"You say that often." Moses smiled. "Let me make you scream it."

Betsy stared dumbfounded. Her lip quivered. She was speechless.

Moses gently took her hand and took Betsy to the private cabin at the rear of the corporate 777.

Betsy's head was spinning. Here she was at 35,000 feet over the Atlantic, living in a different world. Her slender porcelain hand enveloped in the large coal hand of a corporate elite.

Closing the door, Moses turned Betsy to face a full length mirror. He regarded her sweetly as he slowly reached around to unbutton her blouse. His fingers moved deftly, caressing her as he unbuttoned. In the mirror, Betsy could see the large red blotches on her neck and chest as her perfect alabaster skin failed to conceal her excitement. She stared at the perfect pink nail beds on moses's slender but powerful hands, and how they contrasted with his dark skin... and how his dark skin contrasted with her milky skin.

Moses unclasped the front of her bra, releasing her plump but perky breasts. He cupped their weighty firmness.

"Oh my God" Betsy whispered, feeling as though she may faint.

He gently tweaked her rosey nipple. Electricity shot through her body and her knees buckled. Moses lowered her to the bed, sliding her skirt off as he did.

"You are as beautiful as I imagined." Moses said softly.

"Take me" Betsy growled hungrily.

Moses disrobed, revealing a toned sinewy but powerful body.

"Oh my God" Betsy's voice quivered. "I don't think I can take that... I have not had children."

Moses's cock was near the size of a premature baby, and for a moment, Betsy imagined a little face on the massive head.

"We have time... I will prepare you."

Betsy shivered... her body was covered with goosebumps. Her juices already flowed freely out of her opening.

Moses patiently worked her opening with his fingers, stretching her wider and wider. She was so tight. Just a single digit from his oversized hand was bigger than anything she had in her since high school. A pleasant side effect of the preparations were her orgasms... so many orgasms... perhaps more than she had had in her life. They were so much more powerful than when she masturbated. They were the first a partner had ever given her. She hoped she would not confuse the oxytocin with love... but this felt like love...

Finally, Moses rolled onto his back and lifted her onto him.

"Slide down on me... do it at your pace, and it won't hurt."

Betsy slid down... the pressure on the front of her pussy stimulated the buried part of her clit, sending her into orgasm before the head was all the way in.

Betsy arrived in Ethiopia intoxicated... drunk on oxytocin from hours of orgasms. She did not even recall the flight... she scarcely recalled the trip. Only on the flight home did she recall that she had not called Jared, and Jared had not called her. Why had she even gone? She had not had one official duty on the whole trip.

As the return flight neared the U.S., Betsy snapped back to reality. Moses reassured her that he had sent a driver to take Jared to Cracker Barrel every morning and evening. Betsy was almost tearful as she tried to tell Moses that the trip was almost over... that she was almost home to Jared.

Moses considered... and then started speaking softly. Do you remember when your laptop got that virus? IT tracked the virus, and it was ransomware. Your husband evidently infected your computer when he was using it to browse cuckold porn. The virus turned on the webcam. Jared was masturbating to cuckold porn... sometimes three or four times a day. The videos filled the hard drive. That is why your computer got so slow. I am not sure this has to be over. As if she needed convincing, Moses started a split screen video on his laptop, with one half showing what Jared was watching and one half showing him masturbating. IT brought this to me. I was supposed to discipline you for inappropriate use of the company laptop.

Betsy seemed shocked, though it was not clear what part shocked her. She knew about Jared's porn and wanking. Perhaps it was the way Moses had said discipline. Perhaps it was Moses knowing more about her personal life than she realized. Perhaps it was that for the first time she had to hold her lover and her husband in her mind at the same time.

"Things may not have to be over Betsy. It seems that me satisfying you may also satisfy Jared. I want you in my life. I don't want to break up your marriage, but perhaps we could make this work for everyone. I have an idea for a test balloon.

Although she had scarcely thought of Jared while on the trip, as she got into her car to go home she was surprised by her warm feelings. She had lost 5 lbs on the trip, and the clothes that had been purchased for her we're very flattering. She hoped that Jared would notice. As her Tesla slipped silently into the driveway, Betsy was surprised to see Jared dressed business casual and watering the plants. Whether absence had made the heart grow fonder, or great sex had invigorated her, seeing Jared like that made her smile.

The trip had seemed to have the same effect I'm Jared. He stretched out his arms to embrace her and looked her up and down as she got out of the car. When Jared kissed her she noticed his breath was fresh, without the usual stench of chewing tobacco.

The surprises continued when Jared and Betsy went in the house. The house was clean, and Jared had a vase of daffodils on the nightstand. Betsy thought about how Jared had gotten her daffodils on their very first date. As she stood by the bed, Jared grabbed her by the waist and spun her down on top of him. They enjoyed two minutes of the most passionate love making they had had in years. Exhausted by his climax, Jared grabbed a quick nap.

Two weeks ago, two minutes a passionate love making would have exceeded Betsy's expectations. However, learning how responsive her body could be, she yearned for more. She awoke Jared from his nap by taking his cock in her mouth. Jared was surprised but delighted as he awoke. Betsy had never come back for seconds. For that matter, Betsy had not taken his cock in her mouth in years.

Betsy enjoyed the feel of Jared's small cock in her mouth. She loved sucking Moses cock, but it's stretched her lips and throat, and made her jaw ache. Still, she only planned to suck Jared until he had a full erection, so she could ride him to an orgasm. She wondered how Jared might respond to giving her an orgasm for the first time. As she wondered however, she felt his little cock starting to spasm. Tiny jets of cum wet the middle of her tongue. She swallowed, happy to have given Jared pleasure.

Jared thanked her enthusiastically, asking in a joking tone when she had learn to swallow. Betsy had a momentary pang of guilt, thinking of how many loads she had swallowed in the past week. However, the pang was quickly supplanted by the stirrings of her still unsatisfied loins.

"Would you go down on me honey?" Betsy asked with uncharacteristic boldness.

Jared thought of what it look like in the pornos. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "yeah I think that might be hot."

Jared tentatively licked around her labia. Her pussy was gaping, and leaking fluids. he suddenly remembered that he had just come in there. He moved more towards Betsy's outer lips to avoid the leaking cum.

"That feels really good. It would feel even better if you licked my clit." Betsy encouraged.

Jared looked up at her perplexed.

"Right here," Betsy gently said, retracting the hood with her fingers.

Jared enthusiastically mashed his tongue down where she had pointed.

"Little flicks... quick... feels mmmmm" Betsy coached.

Soon Betsy was bucking her hips. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" Jared learned quickly, and now she was exploding on his tongue. With the explosion came a huge expulsion of cum that had been stored deep up against Betsy's cervix. Jared looked down at Betsy proudly... he had made her cum just like in the amateur porn. He was also proud of the huge pool of cum, a symbol of his virility. Now that his boner had returned, he was aroused by the cum, and he buried his face in her pussy.

Betsy was on fire. She pulled Jared up, rolled him over and mounted him. She could not feel his tiny cock in her stretched out pussy, but it felt amazing to rub her engorged clit against him.

"Pinch my nipples!" Betsy gasped. Jared did, only then noticing the purple bruises on Betsy's beautiful breasts.

"Harder!" Betsy exclaimed.

In a night of firsts, Betsy and Jared shared their first simultaneous orgasm.

Accustomed to immediately dozing after orgasm, Jared felt restless. He did not want to look a gift horse in the mouth, but this change in Betsy... he could not think of a word... it was a dream come true and disconcerting at the same time. And had he imagined the bruises? Had he imagined the gaping pussy? He tasted the dried cum on his lips, and subconsciously started touching his cock. Suddenly he was overcome by lust, and he rolled on top of Betsy for another round. He was surprised to find her not only willing, but eager.

The next morning, Jared got up and showered and shaved with Betsy. He soaped her breasts, confirming that the bruises were real. When he mentioned it, Betsy smiled and told him he had been a Tiger last night! Jared dressed, and for the first time in months, he looked in the classifieds for job listings. Looking over his shoulder, Betsy suggested that Moses may be able to talk to the hiring manager at the plant.

Jared seem to be moving in two directions at the same time. On one hand, he was glad that he finally seemed to have shaken off the funk he had been in for the past years. He loved enjoying sex again. In some ways, it wasn't so much a sexual reawakening as a sexual awakening. At the same time, suspicions were gnawing at him. The coincidence of Betsy awakening sexually right after her trip with her boss seemed patently obvious.

If he had still been in his funk, he probably would have done nothing. Suddenly though, he was a man of action. After checking the online job listings, Jared did a Google search for surveillance cameras. He was surprised that the thought of ensnaring his wife gave him another erection. The cameras were cheaper than he imagined, and he paid for expedited delivery.

Betsy also was confused. She enjoyed the newfound passion with Jared. She also knew that Moses was the one who had awakened her passion. Moses offered up an interesting thought. What if Jared's new passion was because he subconsciously knew? What if is subconscious awareness of competition was breathing new life into him?

[baseline bum]

Samantha (Sam) and I have a wonderful sex life. We've been living together for nearly six years and we've never strayed outside of our relationship - neither on our own, nor as a couple. We treat each other with respect and we love learning about each other including sharing our wildest sexual fantasies. We each enjoy sub and dom positions and freely trade roles, though I tend to like the sub role more than being the top. Fortunately for me, Sam enjoys getting herself off as the Dom and I love watching. When it comes to sex, she is the most visually driven woman I've ever known. We tend to enjoy some different sexual positions, solo and mutual masturbation, and oral along with the use of videos, toys, light bondage, gambling, role playing, play wrestling, sexy clothes, lube... lots of stuff. We usually have our most intense sex when one of us is tied in bed or in a doorway so we tend to do that often.

We are both straight, though we've imagined different scenarios where bisexuality is included as part of the fantasy. Sam has often imagined making love with another woman (something she'd never done) as I watch and jerk off. Occasionally she fantasizes about watching one man suck off another and we have a couple of gay videos she enjoys watching to enhance her fantasy. While it's not something I ever wanted to do, I can relate because I always wanted to see two women go at it. Sometimes she fantasizes about forcing me to suck another man's cock. She really likes to watch it in videos, imagining she's in control. The idea of having sex with another man turns me off, but being forced into it while a woman watches and gets off on it, especially if it were Sam is titillating. It has an element of filthy degradation that is strangely exciting. Occasionally, when Sam has had me restrained, she'll have me suck on one of her dildos as we both imagine me sucking cock. From purely a fantasy perspective, it's exciting because of how much she enjoys it, and besides, she always forces me to do it.

Sam is beautiful. She is a natural strawberry blonde with short hair. She has a bright, happy and fun look, which is exactly how she is. She has contrasting, brown eyes and a "light up the room" smile people often comment on. Her body is slim with pert 34B breasts to die for. I consider myself to be an average looking guy but she tells me how hot I look just as I rave about her so perhaps there is a little emotional bias influencing our judgment.

Anyway, a few months ago, she insisted on tying me to the bed. Who am I to argue? She wanted me to wear my black, silk boxers with slits up the sides, topped with snaps at the waist. Unsnap the sides and voila, they pretty much fall off. I love 'em, and so does she. There is a window above our bed where we can secure restraints - straps with Velcro loops at the ends which can be secured around wrists and/or ankles. With one end of the straps secured at the window, Sam tied my legs in the air, knees bent, but spread apart and my arms were secured over my head. Sam was wearing blue jeans over my favorite black, silk teddy that I had recently bought for her. The teddy has a low cut neckline with spaghetti straps that tie on the shoulders. She looked incredibly hot. I was at her mercy and pretty excited about it.

Sam walked back and forth at the foot of the bed as she eyed me in my helpless position. I could tell she was in one of her wilder moods and things would get crazy. This went on for two to three minutes and though I trust her completely, I was beginning to feel a little intimidated by the long wait for something to happen. Finally, she broke the silence and said, "remember last week when we imagined having a foursome with Laurel and Rick?" Laurel and Rick are our best friends. Sam and I often fantasize about having sex with them but we never had the courage to suggest the idea. I said, "yeah." I was certain she'd share some dirty little fantasy involving them for me to focus on. She says, "well...they're here." Then she said, "look at you, tied to that bed and nearly naked. That's no way to greet our guests! You're improperly dressed and ill prepared for company. There will be consequences for your arrogance and ineptitude. I'm going to humiliate you in front of them. I'll fuck Rick and force you to watch." She loves that fantasy. Frankly, so do I. I knew they hadn't really come over. She was just setting the stage for the night's fantasy. The idea of watching her getting herself off, while she's imagining getting fucked by Rick and making me watch is a crazy turn-on for both of us. "And what will Laurel be doing?" I asked. Sam says, "She'll be watching Rick and me of course, and getting herself off as she watches. Maybe she'll get you off too...maybe, but don't count on it." We've visited this fantasy in various ways with a variety of people. Role playing any fantasy with Sam is exciting because we both immerse ourselves into it . This one would be no different. I closed my eyes and imagined Laurel masturbating herself and me as we watch Sam and Rick. This was going to be a great night of fantasy sex. Then Sam put the blindfold on me.

I couldn't see a thing. "I'll be right back," she said. "I want to make sure I look my best for Rick." I could hear some scuffling around. I knew she was taking off her sandals and her jeans and figured she'd be getting toys, lube, a video, or come up with something creative that might surprise me. I imagined her masturbating in front of me with a dildo or a vibrator while pretending it's Rick's cock.

I suddenly felt her leaning against the bed next to me. She very slowly began removing my blindfold. I love seeing her in that black teddy so my excitement grew. I opened my eyes to see Sam at the foot of the bed, perfect in her black teddy, but with a very unexpected twist. Rick was standing behind her with his hands on her silk covered hips, dry fucking her ass at the foot of the bed. I was shocked at first, feeling a sense of jealousy and insecurity about my position. Rick is a great looking guy with a slim, solid body. He was wearing only a black, mesh thong and sporting an impressive hard-on. His size wasn't so big as to be scary but his cock was noticeably larger than mine.

I knew Rick had always been faithful to Laurel, but here he was with my Sam. Sam seemed a little nervous by her pleasure, perhaps because of her uncertainty about my reaction to the surprise she put before me. She looked at me and gave me her beautiful, sexy smile. That helped me past the initial jolt and I could tell she really wanted this to continue. I began feeling a sense of reassurance from her look and I became more excited as I watched. I'm sure I could've stopped them if I felt that uncomfortable, but I love watching Sam bathe in her fantasies. I want to watch her, crazy turned on as she fucks someone else in front of me. The fact that I was restrained made it even better. It felt like I was being forced.

Obviously, it wasn't Sam who took off my blindfold. It was Laurel. She was standing next to me and she too was watching what was developing between Sam and Rick. I looked over to see Laurel's black tap pants with leg openings so loose, I could catch glimpses of the edge her pubic hair through one leg as she was stroking herself through the other. She had on a loose fitting beige tank top with arm holes so big, I could see most of her bare breasts at times. I didn't actually need to see everything because the material was so thin, I could easily make out her nipples underneath. Laurel has, I'm guessing, "C" cup breasts, about 5' 5" tall and probably about 130 lbs. She has long, straight brown hair and brown eyes with a hot, sultry expression. She just always looks sexy. She was excited to watch Sam and Rick just as I was but she also liked eyeballing my obvious hard-on under my loose, floppy boxers. It was a little embarrassing but extremely erotic as the four of us embarked on a journey to a place where none of us had been before.

Rick began running his hands slowly up and down Sam's sides from her hips to her armpits. Pretty soon, he was including her breasts in his motions. Sam's excitement was elevating as she looked up occasionally to see Laurel and me watching. Rick stepped a little to Sam's side and pulled the front of his thong below his balls so he could rub his bare cock against her silk covered hip. He slowly ran his hand down her back, to her ass. Sam began to tremble from excitement with every move of Rick's hands. I would witness her fantasy become a reality. I was surprised at how exciting it was to watch them.

Rick began to probe between Sam's legs with one hand and she spread her legs wider apart. He gently stroked her, eventually bringing her into a frenzy she wasn't ready for. She quickly grabbed his hand to stop him momentarily. Then, with her hand over his, she moved his hand back and forth very slowly and she began to gyrate against his swollen cock. One snap at a time, he opened the crotch of her teddy and exposed her soaking wet pussy. He continued stroking her. I thought she might cum but before she could, he slid his hands back up to her breasts and moved around behind her again. Rick turned her so she was facing me. Then he bent her over the bed with her head between my spread legs. She propped herself up, arms fully extended with her hands on the bed. Rick pulled his thong completely off, got tightly up against her, slowly penetrated and began fucking her from behind. He grabbed a handful of her blonde locks and pulled her head back so she had no choice but to look at Laurel and me. Sam seemed intoxicated by the sensation of Rick's cock penetrating her from behind while Laurel and I took pleasure watching. Sam began stroking her clit, occasionally reaching back to feel Rick's balls.

It was obvious Laurel enjoyed masturbating, perhaps because Rick's eyes were so focused on her. Still stimulating herself, she sat on the bed next to me and began lightly stroking my cock wrapped in my silk boxers. This was almost too much at once and I thought I might cum right away but Laurel stopped in time for me to regain some level of control. Rick was still pumping Sam from behind. He reached up and put his hands on Sam's shoulders, hanging on to her as their excitement continued to escalate. Then Rick untied the shoulder straps on Sam's teddy. The front of her teddy slid off and dropped onto the bed. I watched her exquisite titties bounce up and down as Rick pounded her from behind. Laurel reached over and unsnapped the snaps on each side of my boxers, then resumed the gentle stroking of my cock still wrapped in silk. We each became increasingly excited. She relished in her control over me and I became more excited and nervous by how easily my boxers could now be removed. She'd let go occasionally to watch my cock throb as she gently teased me, then back to stroking again. Ever so slowly and deliberately, Laurel was allowing my boxers to slide out of her hand. It was like she was slowly strip teasing me until she had fully exposed my helpless situation. I felt an increased level of sensation without the layer of silk between her hand and my bare cock. It was frighteningly exciting and I found myself uncontrollably lost in it.

All of us were consumed with each other in different ways. This served as Sam and Laurel's defining moment with Rick and Sam fucking each other while watching Laurel and me - Laurel masturbating herself and stroking me while Sam and Rick watched and fucked each other. The girls became uncontrollably excited and could bear no more as they approached their peak. They each let go and came almost simultaneously. I think it added to their excitement to watch each other cum, knowing Rick and I are taking pleasure from watching them. Listening and watching both girls climax at the same time was unforgettable. Sam collapsed onto the bed, moaning as Rick continued his assault on her. Laurel tensed up at my side and leaned her head over me. I thought she was about to blow me but she just shuddered in her ecstatic state.

Once Laurel regained her composure, she reached under my leg and very lightly began touching my balls. Then she ran her finger up and down my asshole, barely touching me. It tickled slightly, kind of a tingling sensation that was incredibly teasing. Then she'd go back to my balls, and so on. It was incredible to be so vulnerable with her stimulating my ass as I watched Sam in her ecstasy. I was so hard, it hurt when Laurel leaned down and locked her lips on my shaft.

Rick was obviously on a mission, still going at Sam as she propped herself back onto her hands in front of me. Again I watched Sam's body flowing with Rick's rhythm. I began anticipating Rick pumping his seed into Sam when suddenly, she pulled away from him and he popped out of her. Sam slowly stood up and Rick looked like he wanted to say, "what the fuck?" He was obviously confused when she didn't allow him to finish. Laurel released me from her lip lock and sat back up to see what was going on. Sam walked over to the night stand, opened the drawer and grabbed our handcuffs and the bottle of lube. She threw the lube on the bed and slowly sauntered behind Rick, cuffed his hands behind his back and said to him, "I have a very special surprise for you." I knew she would suck him over the edge - that she wanted to savor his juice and control every aspect of his pleasure with her mouth. I knew what she was capable of and how much he would struggle under her oral control over him with his hands restrained behind him. Then Sam brought him over to the side of the bed so I would have a better view - or, so I thought, but she told him to get on the bed and straddle me.

Almost immediately, I knew what she was doing and I became nervous and afraid. She wanted to fulfill the fantasy I was most uncomfortable with. She wanted to watch me suck off another man. Rick, wrists cuffed behind his back was now in a submissive position and he responded as he was told. He knelt there in front of me, his soaked hard-on bobbing no more than 3 inches in front of my face. I could smell Sam all over him. I could not only sense his willingness, but by the look on Rick's face, he seemed excited at the prospect of being sucked off by me in front of the girls. Sam looked at me and said, "that's me all over him. You always tell me how much you love how I taste. Open your mouth. You're going to taste me now."

It was most humiliating and I was resistant to Sam's order. I noticed Laurel stroking herself again. She looked at me with her sexy, wanting expression and continued fondling my balls and my ass. Somehow, she knew exactly how to touch me and she was driving me crazy. She said, "you look so hot. You can't help yourself. You are hopelessly aroused and you'll do anything for us. Sam and I are going to watch you suck Rick's big cock and you'll be fully aroused by what you're doing in front of us. Sam and I really want to watch you. You'll do this for us, won't you?"

I started to wonder what Rick's cock would feel like in my mouth. I wasn't sure I should, or even could do it but hesitantly, I opened my mouth and focused on the pleasure the girls would get from watching. Sam held Rick's cock straight out and pushed him forward forcing his wet meat into my mouth. I savored the taste of Sam and immersed myself in lust. I was tightening my lips on another man's cock to fulfill Sam and Laurel's wishes...and I found myself moaning from their excitement and my lusty humiliation.

Laurel grabbed the lube and squirted it all over my cock, my balls, my belly - everywhere. She rubbed the slippery stuff all over me. I could feel it tickle my asshole as it ran down my crack. That was followed by the touch of her slippery fingers.

Slowly but firmly, I slid my tongue up and down the underside of the head of Rick's cock. Laurel went back to that light touch on my balls and she continued stroking her swollen clit. Sam lightly fondled Rick's balls with one hand while reaching around him to stroke me with the other. In a very soft, sexy voice, Sam said to Rick, "you're going to cum in his mouth. Laurel and I want to watch him take your cum in his mouth." Then Laurel said to Sam, "look how excited these two boys are for us."

I was probably as hard as I've ever been, not just from physical touch, but from fear of the unknown and the unfamiliarity of the depraved visuals. Sucking another man's cock, even for the pleasure of two beautiful women was a line I thought I'd never cross, yet there I was, tied up and helplessly forced to service Rick. I was overwhelmed and completely caught up in my lustful degradation.

I applied pressure to the underside of Rick's cock with my tongue as I used it to stroke Rick's shaft. Sam continued stroking my cock. I started sucking on him, sliding up and down his rod while firmly stroking the underside of his dick head with my tongue. My mission had become to force him to cum in my mouth for the girls. Rick began pumping in and out of my mouth faster than my tongue was moving. I knew he was about to let loose. Between Sam's stroking and Laurel's light touch on my balls and ass, I was fighting to avoid cumming before Rick. Rick continued to pump faster as he became more swollen in my mouth. I continued sucking, harder now as I bobbed my head opposite his thrusts while still sliding my tongue under the head of his shaft. He could take no more. Rick erupted in my mouth and for the first time, I tasted another man's salty seed. Sam ordered me to eat it so I started swallowing as Rick continued to pump his load into my mouth. I couldn't keep up and felt some dripping out of my mouth and down my chin. I was squirming with humiliating pleasure as Sam and Laurel watched and forced me into bisexuality.

Sam tightened her hand a little on my cock and increased the speed of her strokes. Laurel applied light pressure on my asshole with one finger as she continued to fondle my balls. Sam said she wanted to make me cum while sucking on another man's cock. I was thrusting my hips up and down now and telling them, "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum." I shot a huge load into Sam's hand, into the air, and all over Rick's back and ass as I writhed and moaned in the ecstasy of the moment. Sam continued stroking me to the point where it became torture. I mumbled for her to stop while Rick's cock was still in my mouth but she just kept stroking. Rick was still quaking in my mouth. I was doing my best to make him squirm too. I was bouncing around like popcorn and trying to squirm away from Sam's hand but to no avail. Rick tried to pull away from me but I sucked harder and raised up to follow his movements. Then Sam pushed on his ass, forcing his cock fully back into my mouth. Laurel was still stroking herself as she watched me gyrating from Sam's torturous stroking. Then she leaned over toward my cock, tensed up, let out a loud moan which was almost a scream and came a second time as she licked the cum off the head of my cock. Finally, Sam slowed down her tempo and I began to tolerate her strokes, enjoying the occasional tremors that extended my level of satisfaction. Finally, I let Rick's wilting cock flop out of my mouth and Rick collapsed on top of my chest with my spread legs at his sides.

It was so over the top for me. Had I not been through it, I would have said it couldn't have happened...but it did. We cleaned up, got dressed and relaxed at the dining room table. Everyone was in a great mood and seemed very satisfied. We had a drink, laughed and talked about our favorite parts of the evening. The time we spent talking while at the table was a great part of our night. It was important to our friendship to make sure everyone was still comfortable with each other after experiencing this fantasy together. We had an unforgettable, sex filled evening with our best friends and it was great.

[baseline bum]

The moment she stumbled through the front door, flushed and sweaty, I knew she had been up to no good.

"How was brunch with Melissa?" I kept my tone light, despite the butterflies in my stomach.

"Hm? Oh, fine," she replied distractedly as she flipped through the mail on the dining table.

"It's just that you said you would only be a couple of hours, and it's nearly six," I said, wincing inwardly at how peevish I sounded.

She stuck her lower lip out in a mock-sympathetic pout. "Aww, poor baby, did you miss me?"

She walked toward me with an exaggerated swaying of her hips. Even after eight years together, the sight of her white, shapely legs emerging from an abbreviated pair of shorts still made my heart race. The outline of her nipples beneath the loose shirt showed that she wasn't wearing a bra, which was unusual for her. She took my hand, her eyes cast downward in fake contrition.

"Well, if you must know: after brunch, I walked Melissa home and hung out with her roommate Nathan for a bit. Melissa had to go to work, so I ended up staying and talking with him on the couch."

My mouth felt suddenly dry. "So that's all you did for three hours," I asked in what I hoped was a casual manner. "Talk?"

Her eyes met mine and her lips curved in a mischievous smile. "Wellll..." she drawled, as she guided my hand into the leg hole of her shorts and beneath the gusset of her panties. Her pussy was soaked.

I swallowed uncomfortably. "You know," I began with a slight tremble in my voice, "if you're going to play with someone I prefer that you tell me about it first."

She tightened her grip on my wrist and ground herself on my hand. "No you don't," she sneered as her eyelids fluttered in pleasure.

She kissed me hard, shoving her tongue deep inside my mouth. I tasted sweat, salt, and a pungent, instantly recognizable tang.

"You taste that," she breathed as she broke the kiss and gave me a lopsided grin. She seemed drunk, though I detected no hint of booze on her breath. "Do you taste his cum in my mouth?"

Conflicting emotions coursed through me: jealousy, anger, shame - and to my dismay, arousal. I made a half-hearted attempt to assert control of the situation.

"I really don't like it when you fuck around without checking in," I mumbled.

"Yes you do." Her refutation was all the more cruel for being so matter of fact. She laid her hand on the crutch of my jeans, and laughed when she felt how hard I was.

"See? You love it when I'm bad. And even if you didn't, it wouldn't matter, because I love it. I love getting fucked whenever I want, by whoever wants to fuck me, without you having a clue until after the fact."

Still groping my erect cock through my clothes, she put her lips to my ear and whispered, "I fucking love cheating on you."

The words hit me the way they always did, like a series of punches, and I nearly came in my pants right then and there. I dropped all pretense of resistance and gasped, "what was his cock like?"

"Long and slender," she replied as she unbuckled my belt. "Not as much girth as I prefer, but it got the job done. He fucked me from behind and reached places inside me that have never been touched before." I groaned.

She sank to her knees and pulled my jeans and underwear down around my ankles. Clear, sticky fluid dripped from my erect penis toward the floor, which made her leer.

"Messy boy," she scolded. "Look at you. You can't control yourself. Your wife comes home freshly fucked and all you can do is leak all over the place." With a flick of her tongue she removed the strand of precum, and I shuddered.

"Oh you like that, do you?" With a smooth motion she pulled off her shirt to reveal her full, pale breasts with their pink nipples. "Would you like some more of that? Would you like me to suck you off like I sucked off Nathan just a little while ago? Do you want sloppy seconds with my mouth?"

"Yes," I rasped through gritted teeth. "God, yes. Yes please."

Her mouth engulfed my cock and it was all I could do not to instantly explode. She rested her hands on my thighs and hollowed her cheeks as she bobbed her head back and forth. My legs began to tremble.

"Fuck," I panted over and over as the sensations coursed through me like an electric current. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

Years of experience had made us exquisitely attuned to each other. Just as she heard my breathing change to signal that my climax was imminent, she pulled away.

"You want to cum, baby?" She gave me a few wet strokes with her hand, and I gasped. "You want to cum in my mouth?"

"Y-y-yessss..." I hissed.

"Too bad." She let go of my cock abruptly and rose to her feet. "I want to get off too, and my needs come first. I'm going to go upstairs and use my toy. You do whatever you have to do."

She began to climb the stairs, but stopped me when I moved to follow her.

"I didn't say you could join me," she said with a wicked smile. "If you want, you can crouch at the door like a dog and jack yourself off while you listen to me make myself cum over and over again. If you do, just remember that your wife cheated on you with another man, and drank his cum, and you don't even get to see her naked today."

With that, she closed the door. I sank to the floor, cock in hand, just as she knew I would.

She screamed out Nathan's name when she came.

[baseline bum]

Anna's first experience with whoring came on her nineteenth birthday. It wasn't something she'd ever thought about before, but when a taxi driver offered her a free lift if she gave him a blow job, she found herself bartering with him.

She'd been out celebrating with her friends for the night, so by 3:00am she was drunk and sitting in the front seat of a cab, having a conversation with the driver.

She'd told him it was her birthday and she'd been out celebrating. He replied that by some strange coincidence, it was his birthday too. He told her his name was Doug and he was recently divorced. Anna felt sorry for him. After talking for a while Doug piped up.

"Why don't we both give each other a little birthday present?" He said "I'll give you this ride free of charge, if you suck me off!?"

It was a little forward of the taxi driver, but he was a happy-go-lucky kind of a guy and it was the nineties, so those kind of things were more acceptable back then.

"Wow you don't mess about do you?" She replied. "The taxi fare is only fifteen quid, I'm worth more than that aren't I?"

"Ok, I'll give you a fiver as well?" He said without hesitation.

"Twenty." She said in her typical laid back tone.

"Ten." Said the driver, sensing he was getting somewhere.

Anna paused for a second. "Fifteen." She said, now get it out before I change my mind.

Doug indicated to pull over to the side of the road. "Woah, keep driving." Anna said, grabbing the wheel to keep him on the road "I know you're a bloke, but you'll have to learn to multi task."

Anna lent over and unzipped Doug's fly, she pulled out his nice thick, but slightly short, semi erect penis and began to slowly work her hand up and down his shaft, with the help of his foreskin. "Now where's that fifteen quid?" She said.

He rummaged around in his till and handed her a ten pound note, followed by a handful of coins. "No thanks pal, I don't do coins." Said Anna in a tone that told Doug she wasn't to be messed with.

"Well I don't habe any fiver notes." He said.

"Twenty it is then." Said Anna reaching in and taking a crisp twenty pound note from his till and stuffing it down her top. "As it's your birthday I'll swallow you for that as well."

Doug seemed to somewhat reluctantly accept this and Anna continued to play with his cock as he drove. Then she confidentl lowered her head down to his crotch and started sucking his growing cock.

Doug moaned with pleasure as Anna expertly sucked him off. "Better than your ex then?" She seemed to ask between mouthfuls.

"Oh aye." Said Doug happily, trying to concentrate on the road, while having his knob serviced. "Much better."

After about ten minutes of sucking Anna began to wonder where she was. She looked up to see they were getting close to her home. "You've got about three minutes to blow your load, I'm not sucking you off outside my house." She told him in no uncertain terms.

"I'll pull over here." He said, obviously wanting to drag out the fantastic blow job he was getting.

"No you won't." She said, working him harder with her hand. "Two and a half minutes and counting." She laughed, before going back down on him.

After about another two minutes, Doug announced he was going to cum. "Oh yes." He moaned as he emptied his ball sack into Anna's beautiful mouth. "Oh fuck."

"See." Said Anna, wiping the remnants of Dougs jism from her lip with the back of her hand, as Doug pulled up outside her house. "I knew you could do it."

She lend over and kissed him on the cheek. "Happy birthday." She said, opening the car door and adjusting her top.

"Happy birthday to you love." Said Doug as he watched her peachy teenaged arse dissapear up the garden path and out of sight.

Anna crept up the stairs, kicked off her damp panties and crawled into bed next to her boyfriend Jon. He was awake, much to her delight, as her soaking wet pussy was aching for attention.

"I've been a naughty girl and need to be punished." Anna told her man as she straddled him. "But I did make us twenty quid." She laughed mischievously.

She lent down and kissed he

boyfriend deeply, whilst feeling for his growing cock, before lowering herself down over his thick shaft.

"Tell me more." Said Jon excitedly as Anna began to ride him.

"Well." She said leaning in close and kissing him again. "Do I taste of anything unusual?"

"Alcohol, but that's not unusual." Said Jon.

"How about cum? Do I taste like the semen of another man?" She asked leaning back and pulling off her top for him to see her gorgeous young pert breasts.

Jon just looked at her in awe as she continued to fuck him.

"I blew the taxi driver as he drove me home." Said Anna, her wet cunt lips engulfed his cock. "What are you going to do about it?"

"Fuck." Said Jon "That's so hot."

"I thought you might think so, you dirty perv." She said with a wicked smile on her face. "Now are you go to punish me?"

Jon threw her over on her front and lifted her bum so she was on all fours. "You dirty little slut." He said as he smacked her bare bum with his firm hand.

"Oh yes I've been such a slut." Said Anna, loving it. "Smack my arse." Jon hit her again. "That it, smack me harder." She begged.

Jon lent over and pulled the belt from the jeans he'd been wearing the previous day, then he began to hit her sweet little arse with it as she begged for more.

"Oh yes, I've been so bad, hit me harder."

Anna loved to be spanked and her pain threshold was seemingly very high. Jon knew this, he knew he'd have to try something different this time, to make sure she got the punishment she so obviously desired and deserved.

Jon stuck his cock into Anna's beautiful shaven snatch, he pulled it out again and rested it on her arse. "Oh yes, fuck me." Se begged.

"Oh I'll fuck you alright." He said, sticking a finger into her arse with the lubricant from her cunt.

"Wait a second." She said, "where are you fucking me?"

"Right... up... here." He said working a second finger into her tight little virgin arse hole. "You said to punish you, didn't you?"

"Yes but, you know I've never been fucked in the arse." She said shaking with anticipation.

"Well that's about to change," said Jon, placing his big bell end at the entrance to her bum hole. "If you didn't want to be fucked in the arse, perhaps you should have thought twice before being such a whore."

His words cut right through her, but she knew Jon so well and trusted him enough to let him do this. Deep down she wanted it, she knew that her slutty behaviour would drive him to do it.

"Ok, I've been a dirty whore and I deserve be punished in which ever way you choose." She said as she felt the first inch of his penis slowly enter her anus. "Oh FUCK..."

To be continued...

[baseline bum]

A few hours north, Jason and Lisa were counting down the time until they reached the farm Sugar had told them about.

Lisa insisted on rolling the windows down, using the excuse that she got car sick easily.

She was actually hoping the movement of the air would blow away some of their pheromones.

It wasn't working.

Lisa and Jason sat in the back seat.

Mary was turned toward them, staring at them adoringly.

Lisa was pretty sure the overheated older woman was trying to masturbate without drawing attention from her husband, Stan, who was driving them through the countryside.

Worse, Lisa and Jason had not taken into account their own heightened libidos.

All Lisa wanted to do was get naked in the backseat and fuck.

Judging from Jason's bulging jeans, she wasn't the only one.

"You two make such a beautiful couple," Mary said as she licked her lips.

She looked hungry.

Very hungry.

"I don't know about you guys, but I could use a pit stop," Stan said.

"Yes!" Mary cheered.

"No!" Jason said. "We really need to get to Lisa's friend's house."

"Absolutely, the quicker we get to the farm, the better," Lisa added. The farm. She hoped the bedrooms were big. With soft beds, and floors, and haylofts, and comfy couches... any fucking place where she could get Jason alone and drain that monster cock.

Or, Mary... God, yes! Mary eating her pussy...

She blinked. Oh, fuck! She had to stop. She reached over and tried to roll her window down more. It was as far down as it would go.

"Oh, honey, are you feeling car sick?" Mary asked with a lascivious grin.

"What? No! No, I'm fine..."

"Stan, we really need to stop." She looked at Lisa and winked. "Lisa and I really need to spend some time in the restroom."

Fuck, Lisa thought.

***

Meanwhile, in the dentist's office, Allison watched as Constance and Sugar stood mumbling over Tonya.

She had a dazed expression on her now thinner face.

It was unbelievable. Thirty minutes after the last shot, Tonya had gone up a cup size and lost nearly fifty pounds. Sweat poured off the formerly fat, now merely chubby receptionist.

Tonya had looked horrified at first. Evidently the two witches could block pain, but Constance had said they would not - pain was part of Tonya's punishment.

There had been a lot of crying and screaming.

Rhonda had looked away, and even Demona winced a few times.

The witches looked... amused.

And, Allison?

It turned her on.

But, she knew she was a sick pervert.

Had she always been? Allison didn't know. She had always had thoughts during sex, dark fantasies. She had wanted her husband, David, to explore her submissive nature with her.

He was a good man, a good husband, but he just didn't understand the need. She longed to be dominated, objectified. She masturbated to thoughts of being a humiliated sub after sex.

It was the only way she got off.

Constance had changed everything.

She frightened her from the first day, long before she knew about the side business. The woman was dark, she knew that. Little things she said, innocent touches in the hall.

When Allison had her own teeth cleaned, Constance insisted on doing it herself.

Always in the surgery room, and always under anesthetic - which was ridiculous. Nobody needed to be asleep for a cleaning.

A normal person would have quit, sensing that something was off.

But, then, Allison was not normal. Instead, she masturbated imagining what Constance did to her as she slept in the chair.

And, when David had that business trip last year? She had gone out of her way to let Constance know he would be gone and for how long.

She had taken the offered cup of coffee that Friday afternoon. When she felt the effects of the massive dose of molly a few minutes later? She wanted to throw herself at Constance's feet.

Constance was taking possession of her, and she loved it.

Why hadn't she told Constance how she felt then, how she really felt?

Was it just her holding on to her pathetic marriage, or was it simply part of the game?

Now, she stood wearing her collar, chastity, and stilettos watching her domme enslave a woman.

Constance was a goddess. She wanted Allison body and soul, and all Allison wanted to do was worship at her feet for all eternity.

She looked at Tonya thrashing in the throes of whatever the chemicals and witches were doing to her, and Allison hoped Constance would do even worse to her next.

***

Lisa ground her naked crotch against Mary's in the gas station restroom.

Mary's eyes were half closed as she leaned on the lavatory, her right leg resting on Lisa's shoulder. "You've sucked his cock, haven't you?"

"What?" Lisa was so close, again. The hot mom turned her on almost as much as her son.

"His cock. You've sucked it. Tell me!"

Lisa felt a wave of lust. "Yes. Yes, I've sucked his dick and eaten his cum."

"God, yes!" Mary whined and trembled in Lisa's arms. She came again.

Lisa didn't stop. "It's so big, Mary. So long and thick."

"Fuck," Mary whispered. "I don' know... what's wrong with me. I want him. I'm horrid. First I'm bi and now this!"

Lisa smiled. "No, you're not horrid. You're a woman and you have needs. He's a fucking stallion, Mary." Lisa could feel her own orgasm coming closer.

The door opened and a middle aged woman walked in. Her eyes were big as saucers.

Lisa turned to her. "You saw nothing. Go piss in the parking lot."

The woman's eyes glazed over and she walked back through the door.

Shit! She had been so close.

Mary dropped to her knees and began kissing Lisa's pussy. "Mmm, has he... has he fucked you?"

Lisa laughed. "N... No... not yet. But, I helped him fuck another girl."

Mary looked up at her startled. "What? You mean... he's had group sex? My Jason?"

Lisa nodded. "I watched him fuck four women, Mary. They all left satisfied. Does that make you upset, Mommy? Or, does it make you hot?"

Mary moaned and slid her tongue deep in Lisa's cunt.

"Guess that answers that question," Lisa chuckled to herself. She hadn't done a single thing to Mary, other than dosing her with her pheromones which she couldn't control.

To be honest, she was afraid to try controlling her. What if she hurt her? It was one thing to give little Brenda simple commands and the trigger, but she was very much afraid of hurting this woman who was becoming so dear to her.

How far would Mary go without mind control?

"Do you want to fuck him, Mary?"

Mary stopped licking. She leaned back. "My son? How could I?"

Lisa raised Mary to her feet and pulled her against her big breasts. "Do you want to fuck him, Mary?"

Mary was hyperventilating. "Yes."

"Do you want to fuck your son, Mary?"

"Yes." She was trembling. "God help me. Yes."

Lisa smiled.

***

Allison had expected to be "worked on" in a dentist chair like Tonya and Rhonda. She should have known better.

She was in the waiting room naked on all fours, balancing on the long coffee table used for magazines.

Worse yet, the blinds were open, and, though few if any people should be wandering around the medical office park in the middle of the night, anyone who did could see her on display.

She was red with shame. And, to her dismay, arousal!

She wore nothing but her butt plug and her black stiletto heels.

Constance and her new friends sat around the room chatting, and occasionally probing or caressing her.

Demona knelt in front of her and squeezed her breasts. "Damn. How in the fuck did they get these implants in her skinny body?"

Constance laughed. "It took some doing. They were the biggest ones they make. Actually, I wanted them to use two implants in each of her tits, but the surgeon refused."

"I can cut these big bags out and fix her right if you want..."

Allison gasped. She wanted to scream 'No', but her place was to be silent and serve.

"No, I don't want her to be a dumb bimbo like little Tonya here," Constance remarked.

Tonya giggled and went back to playing with her pussy. The formerly fat receptionist now had a big heart shaped ass, a tiny sunken waist, and the biggest breasts Allison had ever seen. If the girl were to lay down on her back, she would be smothered by her own tits.

And, she was dumb as hell.

Somewhere, they had found her a black pinstriped business suit about two sizes too small in the ass and ridiculously too small in the bust. She sat in one of the waiting room chairs, legs spread wide, and played with her thick, pink clit using a pen.

"Which reminds me: Tonya, tomorrow morning, call all of our appointments for the day and reschedule. Also, call the hygienists and tell them they have the day off with pay." Constance sighed. "I think after tonight, we're going to need to sleep in."

"Yes, Doctor," Tonya announced in a high pitched, bubbly voice.

They had called her a 'sexretary whore' - Sugar had explained that Tonya would be a dumb bimbo in everything, except her job function. She would be a highly efficient secretary, just a complete airhead on everything else.

Other than fucking.

When the giant, Ray, had returned with the robot girl, he had fucked Tonya on the floor. Her performance would have won her a porn Oscar, if there was such a thing.

He had pulled out before cumming inside the big blonde.

Robot girl had then sucked him dry.

"What do you want done to Allison, Constance?" Demona asked.

"Can she be bound to me?"

A thrill went through Allison's body.

"Yes, same as we did to Rhonda and Tonya."

"Good. Physically, I don't want a single thing changed... on the outside, I mean. She's very aesthetically pleasing. I paid enough for her body."

Allison swallowed. Owned. God, she was owned!

"The Ambrosia will make her immortal and immune to disease, of course," Demona said.

"I want her sterilized. She's such a disgusting whore, some random stud will squirt a bastard into her. I can't have that."

Demona winked at Allison. "Hear that, sweetness? You're owner wants you fixed." Demona looked at Constance. "I'll amp up her sex drive as well - we usually freeze an ovary to preserve her child bearing ability for the future, but in her case, I think we should make both into hormone factories to make her almost manic."

Allison bit her lower lip. She had never wanted children. And, everything Allison wanted to change in her meant she was owned just a tiny bit more.

Demona slid three fingers into Allison's pussy. "Too tight. With your permission, I'll widen this cunt - we'll open up her womb of course. Nothing will be able to satisfy her other than your fist or a whoremaster."

Allison was hyperventilating.

"That sounds wonderful. Can you do something about her little clit? It's a sensitive little nubbin, but I really want it to get longer when she gets aroused - like three inches or so?"

What!? Allison was horrified. She would look like a freak!

"Oh, definitely. They say Sister - the head of the Church in Havana - has a stable of sluts with eight inch clits to satisfy her. I can make her three inches when properly aroused with no problem, and I'll make her elastic as fuck so it turns into a little nubbin again when it isn't needed."

"Perfect! Widen her little ass pussy as well."

"Want me to give her cunt lips back there?"

"Oh! I hadn't even thought about that! Yes."

Allison was in complete shock. They were going to do all this to her!?

Demona laughed. "Oh, you'll love this! I can modify her tongue. Make it longer and add little studs - pretty much turns it into a dildo. They call it a 'dyke tamer' - which is offensive as fuck, by the way. I prefer to call it, a 'lesbian's best friend'."

Constance laughed. "Go ahead and get started."

Sugar put her hand on Constance's shoulder. "Her mind? Do you want to change anything?"

Constance leaned forward and tilted Allison's chin up. "Look at me, Allison."

Allison slowly raised her eyes.

Constance smiled. "In my eyes, you are perfect. You are everything I've ever wanted to own. Sugar and I can reach inside your mind and make changes. We can make you love what I do to you, make you permanently submissive to my every whim. But, I don't think I need to do that, do I, my love?"

Love! Her mistress loved her. Allison's eyes welled with tears. "No, doctor, I am yours. I will obey you forever. I love you."

Constance kissed her lips gently.

It was the sweetest kiss of Allison's life. And, for the first time in her life, she felt complete.

Sugar smiled and nodded down at them. Was there a hint of sadness in her eyes?

"You may begin your work in a moment, Dr. Demona," Constance said. "But, there is one thing Allison needs to do first." She held up Allison's cellphone. "Now. In front of all of us."

Allison took the phone from her hand. She pressed a button on the screen and held it to her ear.

She smiled. "David, it's me. No, I'm still at work. I won't be coming home. Ever. I don't love you. I'm here with Constance. She's my life now, David. Goodbye." She hung up and handed the phone back to Constance.

The dentist snapped her phone in two.

Allison stared into Constance's smiling eyes and gave up all control to her. Forever.

***

Lisa stood with Mary as they fixed their makeup in the lavatory mirror.

Mary kept biting her lower lip, leaving red lipstick stains on her teeth.

Lisa giggled. "Stop that." She reached over and scraped red pigment off her upper teeth with her fingernail.

"Good grief. I'm a mess, aren't I?"

She took Mary's hand. "It's a lot. This day has been extreme."

"Are you... doing something to me? Somehow? It all started when I met you in the restroom."

Lisa paled. "Not... on purpose."

"By accident then?"

"Maybe... I'm sorry, Mary."

Mary hugged her. "No, darling, it's wonderful. You're not doing anything to me I don't want... really want."

Lisa smiled. "I'm glad. I like you, Mary. A lot. I will never do anything to hurt you, I promise."

She smiled up at Lisa. "I know that." She shook her head and turned back to the mirror to attempt the lipstick one more time. "Something like this was going to happen sooner or later. I thought I'd left it all in the past."

"Left what?"

"Kink."

Lisa laughed. "Kink!? Mary? But you're..."

"What, old?"

"No! You're... I don't know... a mom."

Mary burst out laughing. "And, you don't think moms can be kinky?"

"Well, I suppose. I just never thought about it."

"Baby, I grew up in the eighties. We created kink."

Lisa giggled.

"Stan and I, we met in college. He was... different from most guys I fucked."

"How?"

"Do you know what a micro-penis is?"

"No! Really?"

"One and one half inches. I was very experienced by the time I met Stan in my last year of college. You really don't choose who you love. Love chooses you."

"Why would you? I mean... that small?"

Mary sighed. "He was different than other guys. Not... possessive."

"You mean, he let you fuck other guys!?"

"Oh, yes. He was there sometimes at the beginning. Once we were married, he was always there when bulls used me."

"Holy shit."

"And, he participated. Orally."

"One and a half inches..."

"Yes, and of course, his testicles are tiny - worse, he had mumps when he was eighteen, sterilized him. It happens."

Lisa looked confused. "Wait... he's sterile?"

Mary smiled and nodded. "No, Jason isn't his. When we wanted to get pregnant, I went to the doctor and found out exactly when I was ovulating. We invited a lot of men from our swinger's club over. Twenty guys bred me, one took. And, now there's Jason."

"Wow."

"We've been Ward and June Cleaver ever since. Vanilla all the way - Stan has been a great father." She laughed. "Vanilla till today, that is."

"Shit, I feel bad."

"No! Honey, no! This was going to happen eventually. We're still the same kinksters we were before. We've just been asleep for nineteen years. You woke me up... wow, did you ever wake me up. You're my first girl. I was always too afraid to try another woman until you."

"Yes, but you never wanted Jason to know..."

"Which was the right thing to do. But, not now. He's obviously an adult now. Certainly has my drive..."

"You have no idea."

"Oh, I think I do. All the men who tried to breed me had big cocks. I chose them for that reason, among other things. But, that outline in my son's jeans? None of them could have filled out tight jeans like that." She licked her lips.

Lisa smiled.

"Yes. I do want him. I'm tired of lying about what I am."

Lisa nodded.

And, she knew what to do.

***

It's a mini harem! Constance thought.

After Demona had finished with Allison, they all went to Constance's apartment.

Apartment was not quite an accurate description. It was the penthouse of a skyscraper overlooking the Hudson River in Gutenberg. The New York skyline glimmered through the windowed east wall.

Ray and Rita had removed all her bedroom furniture and piled the floor with every mattress and cushion she owned.

They all lounged naked on the cushioned floor.

A few feet away, Rhonda was screaming as she came, experiencing whoremaster cock for the first time. Demona suckled at her nipples as Ray drove her over the edge.

Rhonda squirted as she came, drenching the mattress she was being driven into by Ray's beautiful cock.

Rita knelt behind Ray, fondling his thick balls.

Constance was lying beside Sugar. Allison was kissing and massaging her mistress's feet as Bimbo Tonya tongued Sugar's pink asshole.

The only one not participating was the thin nun. She had discarded her robes and changed back into her rubber bondage nun outfit. She stood with her back to them and stared out at the New York skyline.

Allison kissed her way up Constance's thighs.

Constance smiled. Allison had always been her favorite toy, but now she was even more precious.

As Allison settled into gentle licks on her clit, Constance smiled at Sugar who was watching her intently.

"Happy?" Sugar asked.

"Ecstatic. More than I ever dreamed possible." She glanced up at the immovable rubber statue that was Asmodea. "She is puzzling," Constance whispered.

"Asmodea? Oh, she's fine. She's genuinely a good person... err, well, good evil person. She's one of us in her heart. Does that make sense?"

"You're sure?"

"Yes, I am."

"Fuck! Fuck, oh fuck!" Ray groaned as he unloaded a torrent of cum deep inside Rhonda.

He collapsed on top of her as she laughed and squeezed him with her thighs.

Ray rolled onto his back and Rita lowered her rubber lips to his tool.

Rhonda's eyes flickered open as cum dribbled out of her well fucked hole. She smiled and kissed Demona as she climbed over her to reach Constance.

She collapsed beside them on her side.

Rhonda reached down and idly stroked Allison's short black hair as the slave ate Constance out. "This is fucking amazing."

Sugar laughed. "Welcome to the team, Rhonda."

Demona wrapped her arm around Rhonda from behind. She had her eyes closed. "Love you, Butch." She laid her face against Rhonda's back and fell asleep.

Rhonda smiled and held Demona's hand.

"Butch?" Constance whispered.

"Demona's wife. She's gone now."

"She says I remind her of Butch."

"Lena. Her name was Lena," Sugar said. Her eyes had a far away look.

"What happened?"

"We happened," Sugar whispered. "Level 9 happened."

Constance shivered at the mention of the monster level.

Rhonda laid her head on Constance's shoulder. "I want the girl back, Constance. Please."

[Trainwreck2100]

Well, it looks like you got your wish. I can no longer start a thread. Typical.....you don't like free speech so you end free speech.

Yes, I understand that this is a private owned site and I have no rights other than that which the owners allow me.

That's OK, it will be a bit later when I am banned from the site altogether.

This private owned site has two rules, no pornography and no SPAMing threads, I myself told you to keep your topics in their own threads you ignored it. you broke the rules so the Mods did what they do to everyone that breaks the rules here. Your political leanings dont give you carte blache to break the rules

[Will Hunting]

I told the truth. I was in that picture.

This is me, a777pilot:

https://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i282/a777pilot/f9240e36-fe3f-42f5-bd3c-520752710716_zpsclih5scr.jpg

...and I am not fat.

People see what they want to see.
That guy is still carrying extra weight.

I stand by my comment.

[Trainwreck2100]

i second that motion

[Will Hunting]

:lol whatever the fuck that moose place is, it looks fucking dreadful.

[a777pilot]

:lol whatever the fuck that moose place is, it looks fucking dreadful.

It's in Cowtown north of downtown Fort Worth. It is as you would expect, a tourist trap. Cowtown, on the other hand is fun, and all cowboy.

Yes, I do carry a few more pounds than I did in the Marine Corps but at that time I was still in great shape.

[a777pilot]

Here's another picture of a777pilot, taken around the same times the one you think I am fat.

https://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i282/a777pilot/Stillfishingat62.jpg

THat's my fishing boat the "Major Mistake".

[baseline bum]

I can no longer start a thread.

:bobo

[Reck]

Can we do something about derp next?

[koriwhat]

You come here you don't know how the internet works you shit on our preverbial couch and you expect us to be civil. This place has rules and you keep breaking them. This place isn't loaded with "liberals"like you think it is.

wrong on all accounts... this place has rules? lmao as you weak fucks dox left and right. not loaded with liberals? let me make a thread real quick to prove you otherwise and watch the flood of sissy men come barreling in to give me a piece of their far left male-feminist minds.

stop trying to play forum cop you fuck face.

[a777pilot]

:bobo

Gee, what did you win?

[baseline bum]

Gee, what did you win?

A better political forum

[a777pilot]

A better political forum

No, I'm still here.

[Trainwreck2100]

wrong on all accounts... this place has rules? lmao as you weak fucks dox left and right. not loaded with liberals? let me make a thread real quick to prove you otherwise and watch the flood of sissy men come barreling in to give me a piece of their far left male-feminist minds.

stop trying to play forum cop you fuck face.

yeah post porn and see what happens. Also people don't flood in because they are liberals they flood in because they think you are an idiot. I don't think that, I don't care much about you, but they absolutely think you are a fucking retard. I'm not playing forum cop Spamming threads is one of the only things they care about here OP wouldn't play by the rules and then wants to act the victim.

[spurraider21]

Well, it looks like you got your wish. I can no longer start a thread. Typical.....you don't like free speech so you end free speech.

Yes, I understand that this is a private owned site and I have no rights other than that which the owners allow me.

That's OK, it will be a bit later when I am banned from the site altogether.
Good

[koriwhat]

yeah post porn and see what happens. Also people don't flood in because they are liberals they flood in because they think you are an idiot. I don't think that, I don't care much about you, but they absolutely think you are a fucking retard. I'm not playing forum cop Spamming threads is one of the only things they care about here OP wouldn't play by the rules and then wants to act the victim.

The shitlibs flood threads I'm in not only because they "hate" me but because it's in their blood to be nothing more than a bitch. It's their ideology and dna.

Good try though TW. :tu

[FrostKing]

OP,

Clearly it is Obama's mother. From my understanding she was essentially a hippie....in the 1950s. Brutal.

[Pavlov]

I'm going to call bullshit.

Also, lol that fatass got pinked.

[Trainwreck2100]

The shitlibs flood threads I'm in not only because they "hate" me but because it's in their blood to be nothing more than a bitch. It's their ideology and dna.

Good try though TW. :tu

:lol thinking they fucking hate you, it's a internet forum.

[Spurtacular]

Can we do something about derp next?

:cry Do something about muh bully :cry

:lmao

[Spurtacular]

Also, lol that fatass got pinked.

:lol You yellowed yourself. You don't have to worry about being pinked.