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Date Night (sequel to girls night out reposted)

By *ommenhim OP Couple over a year ago

wigan

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,

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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

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By *ommenhim OP Couple over a year ago

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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 told me to buy. 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

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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 myheels 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

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By *ommenhim OP Couple over a year ago

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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, 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

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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

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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 gun 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

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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, hesqueezed, 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

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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, 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, 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!

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By *ommenhim OP Couple over a year ago

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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

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By *ommenhim OP Couple over a year ago

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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. As the city passed by I remembered the envelope, I'd tucked it into my bra. My hands now steady I slipped a manicured nail under the flap. Inside I found a single pink square of paper.... four words written in black ink.

The pill was sugar!

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