Date Night
I woke still holding my beautiful wife in my arms, my head hurt a little and my mouth
was dry. Fuck!... as my brain kicked in my face reddened, I remembered the night
before! The things we’d done. My sober thoughts now reeled in my mind. Those
things we did are likely to change us, change how she sees me. It would, I guess, be a
cold, hard woman who had watched her sissy husband on his knees, in a bar, sucking
a strangers cock and swallowing his load, who watched as another stranger fucked her
sissy sluts mouth and ‘pussy’ deep as she took her own lovers cock, cumming over
and over.
I lay there not moving, not breathing to heavily, trying not to wake my sleeping
mistress. Her face a vision of peace and contentment, mine fraught with the fear of
her waking, her remembering ‘Sasha’ on her knees with a man slapping his balls
against her locked up little clit, lipstick smeared across her face, eyes stained by
mascara and tears shed while his cock had pummelled her throat. Behind the
bedraggled appearance was the sheer, distant, pleasure in her eyes as she was made a
girl for the first time, the realisation that, as streams of hot cum filled her, she was as
mistress said… “… better at being a girl than being a man.”.
Mistress had encouraged me, she’d made me buy lingerie, clothes, makeup, she’d
stretched my pussy over a few years of fucking with toys and strapons, she’d made
me force dildos into my throat, loved it when I gagged… but taught me not to. She’d
arranged the ‘girls night out’, she’d had me waxed, she’d bought me those heels,
those sexy red soled six inch high heels, she’d left the present, the matching lingerie
that she may or may not have expected I’d be wearing as I submitted to a man that
evening, his balls twitching, his buttocks clenching as his thick rod emptied it’s seed
in me.
“Good morning”… mistress stirred. “Morning” was all I could reply, my eyes
nervously met hers. My mind whirled waiting for a reaction, something, anything that
brought the d*unken haze of last night to today. “good morning …Sasha!” she smiled
softly. Her eyes weren’t rolling from the pleasure her lovers cock brought her last
night, they weren’t closed and tight as they’d been as she’d cum again and again, her
eyes were the relaxed, half closed eyes of someone who’d been satisfied. I flashed
back as my mind went back to watching as she took him, I could smell their sex, I
could see her riding him, her thighs taut as she bounced herself on him, her inflamed
pussy stretched around his glistening length. He’d taken control and masterfully had
her on her back, her legs pushed back as he’d fucked her, made her cum… not that
she wasn’t willing! I could hear her groans and her squeals and I had loved watching
her take, be taken by a real man!
“You dirty slut!” she growled as she kissed me, “You faggot whore” she pushed me to
my back and pushed my arms against the bed with hers. Mistress was still mistress,
her words could have hurt, could have been the start of the fight which I couldn’t win.
They weren’t! Her words were soft, approving, horny, she seemed pleased with how
I’d performed. “You make a very good girl!” she slid her body against mine, her
pubic bone pushing against my chastity cage. Fuck!.. she wasn’t rejecting me, wasn’t
disgusted I’d taken both mine and her lovers cum in my pussy, she wasn’t ashamed of
me… she was getting horny! Sliding up and down against me she kissed me hard, kept looking into my eyes then closing hers remembering the feeling of her lover. She
rubbed herself off against my cage and shuddered when her orgasm flowed through
her. “Slut” was all she said as she collapsed onto me. Thank fuck for that!
After lunch we shopped around the city, she bought herself a new dress and shoes and
some bits and pieces, we walked hand in hand like any other couple, we chatted and
everything was … well… normal. Laden with bags we started back to the hotel,
“Drink?” she asked smiling.. I realised we were at the bar where the barman had
handed her his number the day before. “Ok” I replied, to be honest a little
disheartened.
“Hi” he said smiling at my wife, “Hi” she beemed back as he leaned over the bar to
kiss her and, honestly, I wasn’t surprised, the kiss wasn’t a peck on the cheek… they
kissed, however brief, like lovers!
As we left, a few drinks later, they kissed again and my face flushed with jealousy.
“See you at eight” she said as they broke her hand trailed down his chest, “and wear
that aftershave.”.
The day we’d spent together had been great, considering her acceptance of what she’d
seen me do the night before. I’d worried it would be different but we’d had a lovely
day. “See you at eight” rang in my ears. “What’s that about” I asked. “Oh didn’t I say,
I have a date with Paul tonight” she replied as coolly as saying it’s chicken for tea!.
“Don’t worry though.. you have a date too.” She smiled as she pulled a bundle of
notes from her bag “Here, go buy yourself a nice slutty dress I’m going to go for a
nice bath before my date” she said handing me maybe £200, it didn’t dent the bundle.
“and some new stockings your others are laddered and covered in cum!”
After probably an hour, I have no clue really, of wandering and window shopping I
ended up back at the shop I’d first looked in. It was never easy shopping for girls
clothes but as I had before I sucked it up and just went in. After a minute or two
browsing I found the red dress I liked from the window when the sales assistant came
over. “Can I help?” she asked. “Er yes, sorry, do you have this in a 12?” I stumbled
“just a minute” she headed out to the back of the shop. “I’m sorry we only have a 14,
but they’re quite a small fit” she offered. “is it for your wife?”. “Err.. I…Err no…. it’s
for me”. My mistress had long since made clear I wasn’t to lie, pretend I was buying
for someone else, if asked, I was to reply honestly. The smartly dressed, in a grey
trouser suit and jacket, brunette 30ish assistant took a moment to compose herself and
then asked, quite quietly “Would you like to try it on?” My head lowered as I
replied…. “Please!”. “This way”, she led me off to the changing rooms, hanging the
red dress on the hook inside. “If you need any help just call” she smiled, her tone was
that of someone being naughty. The bell on the shop door tinkled, I jumped inside and
whipped the curtain closed behind me. As I stripped off I could hear the assistant
helping two girls. I stripped down to my panties, blue satin with black lace which
clung tight following the curve of my buttocks, my tucked in little locked up penis
was barely visible. I slipped the cool satin fabric over my head and pulled down,
smoothing down to my thighs. Avoiding my own eyes (self-judgement felt far worse
than that of others!) I looked myself up and down, the lace and subtle shape of my B-
cup bra gave me some shape my wide, feminine hips weren’t betrayed by any pubic
bulge. I stood up on tiptoes to give the effect of heels as I twisted one way and then the other. “Everything OK?” the assistant returned. “Err yes thankyou”, “Does it fit?”,
“Yes er yes it does, Thanks”. “ Can I see?... Just to check!” The shop had fallen quiet,
the girls must have left while I’d been lost in myself. I slowly pulled back the curtain
to about halfway. “Very nice” the assistant commented, surprised as she pulled the
curtain fully open. “Your legs will look great in heels with that dress.,,,, Special
occasion?”. Remembering mistresses instruction to always be polite and tell the truth,
nervously I said “I have a date tonight” “A first date?” she enquired her smile
broadening. “Er yes…” “What’s he like?” she probed. “I don’t know I haven’t met
him… my wife has arranged it” I relaxed a bit after saying it out loud and smiled
back. “Your wife has arranged a date for you with a man?” “Yes” I replied “.. she has
a date herself!”. Over the next ten minutes or so I answered her questions, she was
obviously intrigued by the whole thing. I paid. She delicately packed up the dress
between sheets of lilac tissue and folded it into a paper bag emblazoned with the shop
logo.. ‘SHE’… The irony of it!
Ping! … as I sat on the bed I heard another message as it hit mistresses phone, she let
out a quiet giggle. I’d been sitting waiting for 40 minutes now while mistress enjoyed
her bath. Her phone rang. “Hi”, she answered “Yes everything’s fine….. Yes she’ll be
there at eight thirty….. Yes she will” Mistress giggled again. “Oh yes she is….. she
knows to do as she’s told …… Anything you want!.... Yes Anything!” she went quiet
for a while, probably only 30 seconds, maybe a minute, but it seemed like forever…
“Yes you can….. she knows her place and no, don’t worry about that … She’s mine
and I consent for her!...Yes…. Sasha….. OK see you soon”.
“Time you got ready Sasha” Mistress smiled as she came out of the bathroom, her
hair damp, hung in light curls, her cheeks flushed. She paused before smiling again
before her mouth broke into a grin, a naughty grin. “ ..but before you do, on your
knees.” She stood before me, pulled my head into her groin, “I’m horny thinking
about tonight,” She forced my head further, the towel she held around her dropped.
She pushed my face into her, parting her smooth pale thighs, my tongue sought her
little pink lips and I lapped at her. Her legs parted further as I licked her opening her
perfectly shaved pussy. Mistress’ hand gripped my hair and she ground her clit
against me, my face slick with her juices, my nose filled with her musky scent. Faster
and harder she rubbed herself against me until her legs buckled then pushed back into
my face. Shaking a little she held me to her as I softly kissed and licked her. “Thank
you sissy… I knew I kept you for a reason.”. She walked away “Off your knees and
get ready…” As I headed for the bathroom I felt…used.. Mistress had used me as a
toy to get off!
Mistress looked amazing, the dress she’d bought clung to every curve, her bust
perfectly presented and her legs, well … her legs!.. Mistress has always had a passion
for shoes and owned hundreds of pairs. Tonight she wore silver six inch heels, with
thousands of tiny crystals sparkling even in the dim light of the room. I could just
make out the clips that held her seamed stockings.
I’d never dressed in front of her before and I, nervously, sat to slip on the similarly
seamed, but darker stockings she’d thrown me. Self-consciously I smoothed the
seams into line before attaching the clips of my red suspender belt. I clipped the bra
around my waist before moving it round, pulling it up to cover my little tits, adjusting
myself to get maximum effect, the padding helped shape my breasts and rubbed against my pierced nipples. As I prepared myself for the night to come I was slowly
losing my inhibitions the feeling I was dressing to impress a date was taking over.
I was now stood, in front of my wife, in my heels and lingerie and, while I wanted to
hide, she watched intently as I pulled the red dress over my head. Stood checking
myself in the mirror, mistress came over and pulled up the dress, just level with my
suspender belt. She surveyed my thighs and groin area, she looked over where my
‘Owned’ lock and key tattoo were, like a florist working out where to put the last stem
in their bouquet then nodded like she’d made her decision. “Hair!” she passed my
wig, the dark mid length bob with deep red highlights. I slipped on the wig adjusting
it before smoothing down where a few stray hairs spoiled the clean shape. The copper
in my eye make-up complimented the highlights and the ultra-shine lip gloss simply
shone.
“You’re to meet your date at the bar in the restaurant at 8.30… I’m meeting Paul there
at 8 so we can go together… If you don’t mind waiting at the bar till he arrives?”
In the taxi mistress checked her makeup before spraying a mist of perfume into her
cleavage, seeing me watching she just smiled back before a final check in her little
mirror.
We walked into the restaurant with mistress in front I followed closely behind, trying
to hide but at six foot seven in heels I was hardly going to manage that. She saw Paul,
the bartender leaning casually against the bar and, beaming, walked over to him her
hand on his as she reached up to kiss him. “Shall we?” he asked his arm outstretched
towards the restaurant “Of course!”. “Sasha..”, mistress turned to me “..have a drink
while you wait… You may need it” and with that Paul led her away, his hand resting
in the curve of her back.
The barman served quickly and I was on a bit of a mission, mistress had warned I
“may need it”. Sat at the bar I had three large glasses of rose and a couple of shots of
Stoli to calm myself. I had no clue who my date was, and watching my wife lapping
up the attention from Paul wasn’t helping nor were the other customers who were
obviously commenting between themselves about the transvestite at the bar. My skin
was getting thicker to the glances and hushed whispers as I drank. My phone vibrated
in my clutch purse, I took it out and opened up the message. ‘Here soon’ was all
mistress had sent, I watched the three dots jiggling and knew another message was
being written. ‘Have fun… I think you’ll like him!’
“Sasha” a deep voice from behind me, I didn’t know who but I knew what had
spoken. I turned, my heart in my throat, and wasn’t surprised to see before me a well-
dressed black man who must have been taller than me even in my heels. His powerful
broad shoulders cast a shadow over me. “I’m Jackson”. “Er…. Hi” I replied, my voice
shook as the adrenaline coursed through my veins…. Mistress had arranged for me to
date a big black man, I had shared many of my fantasies about black cocks with her
while she fucked me and now I was, I imagine, getting the chance to make some of
them come true.
Dinner was well… awkward.. conversation had been ok but I wasn’t comfortable with
the ‘romance’ aspect of the situation. When Jackson had asked about mistress and how I felt about her sitting just a few tables away with her ‘boyfriend’ I’d tried to
explain how I felt but struggled. The mix of nerves, jealousy, sexual tension were
really hard to describe. I watched as mistress passed on her way to the loo, looking
back and winking and making a ‘this big’ gesture with her hands as she disappeared
behind a screen. My face flushed. My mind hadn’t really taken in the situation but
here I was all dressed up as Sasha, being wined and dined by a very big black man
and now I had the image of his big black cock in my head. I squeezed my legs
together around my clit.
As mistress passed the second time she smiled, her eyes shone with excitement, I
turned and watched as she got back to her table. I watched as she leaned over to kiss
Paul again. I watched as she dropped the panties she’d been wearing onto the table in
front of him. I watched as Paul scrunched them into his hand and, looking straight at
me with a smirk, slipped them into his jacket pocket. All I could think was ‘she’s
going to fuck him!’, for the second night running she was going to fuck another man
and then the reality hit me, for the second time I was going to get fucked by a man.
“We’re going off to the hotel now” Mistress’ text said “Paul can’t wait!”, another text
was coming the three dots jiggled… “Have fun! You’re going to love it!”. WHAT!,
she was going to our room with him, she was going back early so they could spend
the evening fucking. She was leaving me and Jackson!
“Don’t worry she’ll be fine” Jackson said. “We have somewhere to go and I’m going
to fuck you hard.” The tone had definitely changed and as Mistress passed I saw her
but couldn’t look. “You’re going to get the black cock you dream of” he continued.
“you’ll learn what it’s like to be really fucked… Sasha”.
The bill was paid and the black Mercedes was waiting for us as we exited the
restaurant. The remaining customers watching as we left knew what was happening as
well as I now did. Jackson was going to fuck me stupid.
In the back of the car Jackson was quick to place his hand on my stockinged thigh
pushing my dress up till his hand found the lace that bordered my smooth waxed skin.
Taking my hand he placed it onto his groin and, naturally, I squeezed him, feeling the
soft but firm cock that lay there. I needed to know so my hand followed the ridge of
his, now thickening cock and, looking down, I watched my hand holding his shaft
feeling for the end, his length, even semi stiff reached right around and it was like it
was in his pocket, at least eight inches, thick and thickening. The car pulled up and
Jackson helped me out and onto my heels (I did hold my knees together as I got out).
As we entered the house Paul turned to me stopping close, he was right in my space,
imposing himself on me. “Knees!” I dropped to my knees, it was a reflex action to the
command Mistress often gave when she wanted me to be her toy. The expensive blue
suit Jackson wore was distorted by the huge bulging cock that lay beneath it and I
struggled first with the zip, my hands shaking then as I reached in struggled to pull the
snake from its confines. My cool fingers were burned by the hot flesh as I finally
released him. I didn’t hesitate to open up my mouth and take him in my mouth. His
precum smeared my lips as I sucked him further into my mouth. I pulled back the skin
and his turgid head filled my mouth and I began to bob my head back and forth on his
stiffening cock. Jackson began to meet my rhythm and, try as I may, I could only get
about a third of his cock in and his pace was quickening. As he fucked my mouth his frustration was obvious, precum was oozing into my mouth and he wanted to get off.
Jackson pulled me to my feet then, holding my arm, almost carried me to the stairs,
throwing me forward. He pulled up my skirt and pulled down my panties roughly, he
spat on my hole and then “Ggrraahh” I felt like he was splitting me in two as he
pushed into me, pausing a second before pulling back before thrusting deep into me
again and again and again. The relentless pounding didn’t stop until I felt him twitch,
his cock seemed to grow wider and then I felt the first spurt of his cum hit my pussy
wall, he didn’t stop fucking and it was four or five thrusts more before the second
spurt came and the third and fourth. He was filling my pussy with cum. “Don’t you
fucking move!” he said as he withdrew. I stood, skirt over my hips my hole cooling
from the friction heat and cum wondering what was happening when he returned and I
felt the cool rubber as he pushed an even wider plug into me. “Don’t want to lose any
of that” he said. “Follow me.” He commanded and, slipping my panties back up and
my dress down I did as I was told.
The house was an old Victorian style that had obviously been refurbished recently, on
the walls hung expensive looking paintings. The furniture I recognised was all classic
designer stuff I’d seen on TV, it’s style partly at odds with the Victorian setting but
strangely, fitting!. As I made my way through I could hear the rumble of voices,
muffled, by the walls. We approached the rear of the house in darkness and Jackson
reached out, clicking the latch on a white door to his right. “Your mistress made clear
that you would do as told and that we have her consent to use you as we wish!” I
nodded. “Yes Sir” From a few minutes ago I had quickly resumed my ‘normal’
submission. “Do not let me down or embarrass me in front of my friends or I’ll be
seeing your mistress, I’ve paid well for you!”…. Paid?, Friends? What the fuck!?. My
mind reeled. “You know your mistress has sold you for the evening?... Fuck! You
don’t know do you?... She has pimped you’re girly pussy to me and my friends!”.
It had been bothering me, the bundle of notes mistress had earlier, she never carried
cash like that. She had said before I was to be her whore. I was to be a commodity for
her to rent. I hadn’t ever thought she was serious, till now! The night before she’d
encouraged me with the men I’d serviced, she’d congratulated me that I’d been a
“good girl” It was just a test, It’d been a free fuck for mistress to make sure I’d do the
job she’d trained me for. She’d taken a lover while I was being fucked. I’d seen her
pay for their table at the restaurant and Paul was now, probably, enjoying my wife in
the hotel room I’d paid for and she was, I have no doubt, enjoying him!
“Take this”, Jackson handed me a pill which I took from him. “It’ll relax you.. and I
guarantee relaxed is how you want to be”. I looked at the small pink triangular pill in
my hand “Take it” he commanded. I did.
Jackson led me through the doorway, down the stairs and into the dimly lit basement
room, through the thick smoke I could make out I think five men. In the top corner of
the room there was a TV playing porn, in its blue light I could make out what looked
like a traditional barber’s chair. From the ceiling hung four chains which held, though
I couldn’t make it out in the darkness, I presumed a sling. The men, some sat, some
standing, were all focussed on me. I couldn’t see their faces in the shadow of the TV
light but I knew I was what they had been waiting for. From the end of the room I
heard a call “Let’s have her then!” and Jackson led me through the procession to the
barber’s chair. “Hop up sweetheart!” The guy sitting on a pedestal stool to the side of the chair said “This won’t take long… then we can have some real fun.” I did as told
and sat in the chair. The chair dipped back and I the man pumped a lever with his
foot, raising the platform I was now lay on. The man wore white latex gloves and
hovered above me, he lifted the hem of my dress and peeled back exposing my thighs
and suspender belt. In the low light the steel of my cage shone through the lace of my
panties. Just as mistress had earlier, the man surveyed my groin area. From a small
table to one side he took out a white piece of paper probably two inches square and
carefully placed it against my bare skin on the opposite side to my lock tattoo. As he
took the water spray I realised what was happening… I was to be marked! As I could
feel whatever it was I’d swallowed had started taking effect the panic I felt was
subdued, despite the setting, the group of men all staring at me, the man now readying
a tattoo gun, I just felt, I don’t know….easy?!
The buzz of the gun as it traced across my skin didn’t hurt, it felt comforting
somehow. When the first of the men stepped forward and around the chair I knew and
was ready, I had already reached out and was rubbing through his jeans as he
unbuckled himself. When his cock sprang from his underwear I was already moving
toward him as he moved toward me. He slid his slim but long cock into my mouth and
I just took it, my saliva mixed with his dripping precum and his rock hard shaft
slipped easily into my mouth. With small strokes he fucked my mouth as I lay, he
started to push deeper and found the opening to my throat making me gag a little. As
he backed off I took a breath and pulled his balls towards me his cock to my throat, I
swallowed and in it went. Much thinner than Jackson the guy was probably nine
inches and I had opened my throat for him. I pulled him further until I had probably
four inches of him deep in my throat. I reached my tongue out and licked at the
wrinkled skin of his balls. “Mmmmm.. she’s fucking good” he said, I was
swallowing, repeatedly around his cock. The cartilage in my throat was pulling
around his bell end each time massaging him, milking him. “Fuck yes” one of the
others said “Fuck her throat!”. I continued swallowing on him and his strokes
quickened. Through closed eyes I could see the bright light now shining into my face.
I knew I was being filmed so I sped up my swallowing until I felt him pulse, “Yes you
fucking slut… you want it don’t you?”. I nodded as best I could and swallowed, he
pushed forward till my nose touched his groin and I felt him pumping his load into my
stomach. Apart from the feint taste as he withdrew I didn’t even taste his spunk.
“There we are. Done!” the guy with the tattoo said, to be honest I’d forgotten my
mind had been on the cock in my mouth. I looked down and saw my new mark. The
shape was all in black, it was a spade, like the ones on playing cards, and picked out
in the middle was a ‘Q’. “We normally give guys a Jack, but for you a Queen makes
sense.”. I’d just been tattooed with the queen of spades, a symbol for women owned
by black cocks. The emblem was clear in black against my white skin.
From the haze a figure stepped forward. “Let’s give her a taste of what it’s like to be
black owned now!” The man reached underneath me and lifted me from the chair and
turned dropping me onto the cold leather sling. Pushing up my ankles he attached a
cuff around each and secured them to the frame leaving my legs wide open my pussy
on show. I felt him pull the plug that had been holding Jacksons cum inside and as it
plopped out I felt a dribble of cum run down between my cheeks. His cock was
probably eight inches and quite thick but apart from a little stretch he slipped into me
easily. He wasn’t fucking for my benefit and proceeded to fuck as hard and fast as he could. “Yes you fucking sissy take it… you whore!… slut!” the sling creaked and
clanked as he fucked. More abuse followed as his cock stretched my hole then his
hand was around my throat his thrusts went deeper, he squeezed, cutting my air
supply, my eyes pulsed my face was burning my lungs ached for air, his hips bucked,
slapping his balls against my arse and then with a final thrust, he shot his load into
me. The darkness was closing in as he released his hand. My chest heaved upwards
and coolness filled my lungs.
“Now you’re learning slut!, you’re loving black meat aren’t you?” Still drawing in
great lungful’s of air, my breathing now slowing I squeezed a reply, “ Yes…. Yes I’m
loving black meat!” I don’t know which of the men had slapped me but my right ear
rang, my face glowed where I’d been struck. “You’re not learning quick enough you
faggot whore… It’s Yes Sir! And if you disrespect any of us again you’ll get another
lesson”. “Yes Sir!”. I knew better than to argue, in fact, I knew better than not to use
the appropriate term when addressing anyone Mistress had given me to. “Yes Sir I’m
sorry Sir!” I spoke out into the group. I was pulled onto my feet and took a moment to
steady myself on the 6” heels, pulling down my dress to cover my panties. Cum
flowed out of me and the liquid cooled as it dripped down the inside of my legs. One
of the men stepped forward. “Don’t worry, do as you’re told and we won’t harm you”,
reassuring me as I stood before them, their lust filled eyes burning at my face. “You’ll
be a good girl now?” “Yes Sir, Yes of course”.
I was led over to the other side of the basement by the man, he looked early forties,
about six foot tall, well-built and inside his tight boxers I could see the veins in his
heavy cock “Go on sweetheart” he gently pushed me back to my knees. I dropped my
head to him rubbing my face against his bulge, his shorts wear the soft microfibre
type and felt good against my skin. I kissed around the head of his dick and could
taste the precum that oozed from its tip and through the material. I ran my tongue
down around the hard ridge of his glans and opened my mouth to gentle run my teeth
down his shaft. I lifted my manicured hand to gently cup his big balls then massaged
them for a few seconds before pinching the cloth and slowly tugging downwards. I
looked up into his eyes as his cock head emerged, I increased the grip now on his
cock and, as I did, a bead of precum formed. My tongue worked up his hardness,
leaving a glistening trail of saliva, I reached his slit and took the bead from him with
the tip of my tongue. I pulled the liquid back into my mouth and savoured the heat,
the salty, fresh heat. I opened wide as I dropped my mouth over half of his prick. I
pulled him down to horizontal so I could look back into his eyes as I sucked him,
starting to move my head back and forth “Mmmmmm ..Yeah….. Oh Yeah…. Good
little whore.” a hand rested on my head, not forcing, just following my movements
allowing me to do as Mistress had trained me. I softly, slowly slurped away at him
looking right up, right at him, his precum flowed down my throat. He gently pulled
me up to my feet then turned me around so I faced away, faced back to the other guys
who were either naked and wanking or were holding their cocks through their jeans.
My eyes closed as he pushed himself against me and his fingers found my nipples
under the padded bra. The light touch at first tingled, then as he squeezed I could feel
the endorphins coursing through me. His hairy thighs pushed against my smooth
white legs as he dropped himself down till his cock split my cheeks. Slick with cum
he met little resistance and he pushed through my ring and into me. He continued to
play with my nipples, his cock pushed against my G spot was making me leak into my
panties, each time he moved I could feel more dripping from me. His thick strong arm pulled me back to him holding his body against my back he started to thrust his cock
deeper, then back, then deep again. Gaining rhythm, he held me tighter as he fucked
the cum from my sissy clit, not moving much but constantly stimulating me. My eyes
fluttered open for a second and captured an image of the men before me, all
mesmerised now all wanking. I reached the hand that was across me and guided it to
my throat. He knew what I craved and spread his hand wide before getting a good
grip and tightening around my throat again. Lightheaded at the lack of air but totally
relaxed I squeezed myself around his cock, twitching to milk him, and then with a
final push I felt him pulsing inside as he emptied his balls into my pussy with a groan.
“Good girl…” he said “good fucking girl” and his cock slipped from me. Instinct, I
think made me turn and drop to my knees again, taking his softening cock back into
my mouth, dripping in cum and juices from my pussy I kissed, licked and sucked him
clean. He pulled up his shorts and walked away to the other end of the room and
poured himself a drink, whisky from what I saw. No one was making the next move
and I felt stupid stood in front of them all so decided, if I had to satisfy them all I’d
better just get on with it.
I lay back on the leather padded bench and opened up my legs and it was only a few
seconds before the next guy stepped forward, quickly followed by another. As he
approached I couldn’t believe how long his cock was, they were all big but he must
have been eleven inches but not too thick. He knelt before my pussy and eased
himself into my slippery cum-filled hole. He leaned forward into me and I felt a sharp
pain as he reached my limit. I looked down to see he still had his hand wrapped
around the base of his dick. He fucked me deep for a few minutes making full use of
his length bruising the walls of my pussy, I grimaced every time he went deep and he
enjoyed watching my pain, then, quickly, he shifted his body to the right, his cock
levering to the left and he knew he’d found his goal. Stabbing with short thrusts he
pushed himself into the tender second hole he’d found, forcing it open around him. I
pushed down against his thrusts and in it went, I felt his bell end as it popped into my
bowel and his eyes widened, he knew he was there! Slowly now he pushed deeper till
he was in to the hilt. He seemed surprised I’d taken all of him and wasn’t going to
miss the opportunity to fuck me deep and hard. He began shifting in and out each time
just enough till the ridge of his head pulled through the tight second hole then deep
again. “You dirty little faggot, fuck no one’s taken all of it before, fuck you love it”, I
couldn’t reply as another black cock was fucking my mouth and two more had
appeared, one above my head and one to the side were both wanking as they watched.
The cock in my mouth didn’t last long before shooting it’s hot spunk down my throat,
setting off the guy to my left who came over my face and chest, the man fucking had
sped up and he too unleashed his hot spunk deep into my bowels with a loud cry
“FFFUUUCCCKKK!”.
All I could taste was cum, my nostrils were filled with the smell of the cooling cum
on my face and more was dripping from my open hole, I could hear it hit the floor
below me as I recovered from the cock onslaught.
My arms were grabbed again and two of the men lifted me from the bench, my knees
shaking I stood averting my eyes from the men who’d just taken me, embarrassed I
pulled down my dress. “Take that off!” “Sorry … what?” I replied expecting my
ordeal to be over. “You fucking useless faggot whore… dress off… Now!” “and
you’re gonna learn this time.” Fuck… “Sorry yes Sir” I’d forgotten again… Fuck!The shortest of the men lay back on the bench I’d just been fucked on and his cock
stood proud as he watched me pull the dress over my head, two of the men made sure
my arms didn’t drop and I was stretched upwards till they clipped the cuffs closed
around my wrists. I hung from the ceiling in just my lingerie and heels, my panties
had fallen back into place between my cheeks and I could feel them, soaked, against
my skin. As the whip hit me I lurched forward, blinded by the pain “Count!” The
second came before I’d drawn breath and the third a second later. “Th th three Sir” I
squeezed between my gritted teeth. Whack the tails bit into my skin again “Four Sir” I
spat, “FFiivve….. S..”, “Six Sir” I counted out the next fourteen and I can’t explain
how. “Now faggot, are you gonna disrespect us again?” “N -n- n no S-sir… Thank
you Sir!”. Released from the shackles I was picked up and made to straddle the
shorter man who’s cock now looked harder after watching my punishment. I eased
myself, cowgirl, onto his hard cock, my legs shaking couldn’t hold my weight and his
cock now pushed into the bruises from the guy before. “Ride me baby” he sneered
his hands on my thighs making me lift then drop back onto him. I was wrecked my
body was giving up but I rode him as hard and quick as I could until I felt the hand on
my shoulder slowing me. “You’ve been a good slut Sasha, and now I think you
should get the stretching Mistress said you love.” It was Jackson and his hard cock
was touching my back. “Sir?” I pleaded. “Lean forward Sasha… time for twice the
treat!”. He was already pushing himself against my already cock filled hole as I
leaned forward “Grrnnnnnnaaahhhhhfuuccckkk”. Jackson pushed his cock into my
and there it was!.. I was now sandwiched between two men both their cocks stretching
me wide. “How’s that sissy slut?” Jackson asked. I couldn’t answer. I tried, I was
panting and crying out my diaphragm was being pushed up by the two huge cocks and
breathing was difficult, never mind speaking. “She loves it Jackson..her eyes are
rolling” the shorter man laughed as they both began to fuck. The two rammed into me
for probably the next ten minutes, calling me names.. slut, whore, faggot, sissy,
bitch.etc., before they shot inside my stretched pussy. The shorter one came first and
that spurred on Jackson who pumped spurt after spurt of cum into me, so much it was
squeezing around their cocks and pouring out.
Dropped unceremoniously to the floor, my legs crumpled under me, cum dripping
from my pussy, my makeup smeared over my face I was surrounded by what I now
counted as six black men, all cocks out, hard and wanking even the two that had just
unloaded into me. “Knees!” I strained to follow the instruction but found my way to
my knees before them. My aching mouth was used by all six, repeatedly, each one
took their turn to fuck my warm wet hole bringing themselves nearer to cumming.
The first came straight into my mouth, the second across my face hitting my cheek
with the first spurt, the third shout straight into my face with strings of jizz hitting my
lips, my nose and flying into my hair. Fourth to cum was the shorter guy who’d dp’d
me earlier “Hold her mouth” the tallest guy said and someone pulled open my jaw
then held it as he cum stream after stream into my throat. “Keep her there” Jackson
said and moved in front. Jacksons cock was now semi stiff and still must’ve been nine
inches. He just held it there, waiting as another load of cum shot across my face,
catching some on my eyelashes that dripped slowly onto my cheek. “You ready Slut?”
Jackson asked. “Yes Sir”. The first squirt hit my cheek then another hit my upper lip
dripping down into my mouth. He stepped forward bringing his cock to my open
mouth and the steady stream started. Salty hot piss washed into my mouth, dribbling
down my chin and soaking my lingerie. “Drink it”.. I closed my mouth around him
and swallowed down as he sprayed. As he finished he withdrew and I was left kneeling on the floor as the men dressed and left. Jackson was last to go and as he
went he threw a small envelope onto the floor before me. “Good slut!” and he was
gone.
The effects of whatever drug I’d been given had worn off now and the reality hit me. I
was sitting in piss soaked lingerie on a cold, hard floor six men’s cum leaking from
my open hole after being fucked senseless. My wife, my mistress had arranged all of
it and knew I would obey. Apart from a couple of mistakes I had behaved as I should.
I took all they gave. I felt proud. While mistress had been enjoying the attentions of
Paul back in our hotel room I’d been used as a fucktoy. Raped with her consent.
I’d dried off as much as I could and slipped my dress back on, I clicked the door shut
behind me and strode confidently, like a working girl, to the cab. |
