A New Role For Mark
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karnelman
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John Fields
32, 6’2” 210
Deep blue eyes, sandy blond hair
Keeps in shape but no gym rat
Was married briefly in his early 20’s but found a single partner was not satisfying and his wife was not adventurous enough to share their bed. He has had fulfilling relationships with couples as well as countless affairs with women both single and married. He remains adventurous and still has nearly as much stamina as a 20-year old. Though he has plenty of sex partners he hasn’t had a relationship in a couple of years. He is currently searching for a more meaningful connection that will still provide the wilder sex life he enjoys. As traditional methods of finding such a relationship have failed him he has turned to the internet.
IC:
Another of my seemingly endless streak of one-night stands had ended badly and I found myself once again alone at my computer. As I waited for the damn outdated machine to boot up and find the internet I reflected on my evening. No matter how many times it happened I just couldn’t figure why some chick that allows a guy to take her to a cheap motel two hours after meeting him is surprised when she gets treated like a slut. I had all but told her within ten minutes of meeting her that all I was interested in was a couple hours of wild sex. But still after we had torn up the sheets in 40-dollar a night motel room she went off when I started getting dressed to leave. From all indications she had enjoyed the sex at least as much as I had if not more. She was pretty much just an average lay to me nothing special and yet she managed to think there was going to be more. Christ, I thought, what did I have to do, have a sign tattooed on my chest.
Look, bitch I am just here for the fucking. I don’t plan to wake up next to you in the morning!
I laughed at the thought of the notice and the likelihood that some of them would still imagine that they would be the one to hook me. My mind returned to my computer when the screen flickered and my browser came to life. I clicked on my email icon hoping someone interesting might have replied to my people-seeking-people.com ad. Since the bar scene only seemed to yield quick fucks and nothing more I had decided to try using the internet to find someone more interesting. I was feeling like there was something missing in my life. I had perfected my bar patter and seldom wanted for a bedmate. But what I couldn’t manage to find was anyone that interested me for other than their genitals. Alas, once again the only responses I had were from obvious losers. So I typed in the URL of my favorite adult chat site and began to check out the rooms.
John Fields
32, 6’2” 210
Deep blue eyes, sandy blond hair
Keeps in shape but no gym rat
Was married briefly in his early 20’s but found a single partner was not satisfying and his wife was not adventurous enough to share their bed. He has had fulfilling relationships with couples as well as countless affairs with women both single and married. He remains adventurous and still has nearly as much stamina as a 20-year old. Though he has plenty of sex partners he hasn’t had a relationship in a couple of years. He is currently searching for a more meaningful connection that will still provide the wilder sex life he enjoys. As traditional methods of finding such a relationship have failed him he has turned to the internet.
IC:
Another of my seemingly endless streak of one-night stands had ended badly and I found myself once again alone at my computer. As I waited for the damn outdated machine to boot up and find the internet I reflected on my evening. No matter how many times it happened I just couldn’t figure why some chick that allows a guy to take her to a cheap motel two hours after meeting him is surprised when she gets treated like a slut. I had all but told her within ten minutes of meeting her that all I was interested in was a couple hours of wild sex. But still after we had torn up the sheets in 40-dollar a night motel room she went off when I started getting dressed to leave. From all indications she had enjoyed the sex at least as much as I had if not more. She was pretty much just an average lay to me nothing special and yet she managed to think there was going to be more. Christ, I thought, what did I have to do, have a sign tattooed on my chest.
Look, bitch I am just here for the fucking. I don’t plan to wake up next to you in the morning!
I laughed at the thought of the notice and the likelihood that some of them would still imagine that they would be the one to hook me. My mind returned to my computer when the screen flickered and my browser came to life. I clicked on my email icon hoping someone interesting might have replied to my people-seeking-people.com ad. Since the bar scene only seemed to yield quick fucks and nothing more I had decided to try using the internet to find someone more interesting. I was feeling like there was something missing in my life. I had perfected my bar patter and seldom wanted for a bedmate. But what I couldn’t manage to find was anyone that interested me for other than their genitals. Alas, once again the only responses I had were from obvious losers. So I typed in the URL of my favorite adult chat site and began to check out the rooms.
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Rebecca enjoyed bending her husband, Mark, to her will as much as she liked the unrestrained sex she had with him. He had been easy to tease, licking and sucking her husband's cock in exchange for details about the size of the cocks in her husband's golf foursome. So when he quickly spilled his seed in her mouth, Rebecca took the opportunity to force Mark into tasting it. She loved her vanilla husband, she truly did, but when she had a chance to dominate him lovingly, she took it. Feeding him his own sperm from her mouth was just the latest opportunity.
"There will be more where that came from," Rebecca said to herself as she turned and entered their house.
At 39, Rebecca was a pretty little thing, medium height, red hair, blue eyes, average breasts and pale skin. She was a china doll of sorts, with curves in all the right places. She wasn't plump by any means, just fleshy and soft and womanly. She was frustrated sexually and longed to broaden her experiences.
Rebecca always thought Mark was a dreamer, a talented musician who never seemed able to find enough substantial work to be truly successful. She didn't object to his passion for music but it had taken its toll. Mark never had been very aggressive in bed and now, with his self-confidence at a low ebb, he was even more passive.
The only good thing about Mark's lack of sexual drive, and the relatively small size of his sexual equipment, was that Rebecca had more opportunities to tease her husband in bed. She always satisfied him because she loved him and he was easy to please, but he rarely satisfied her sexual longings. She fantasized about having a bad boy in bed, a man who would aggressively take her and have his way with her.
With her proposal to Mark to bring in a lover to take care of her sexually, Mark would simply have to accept it. She still loves Mark, but in order to save their marriage, he would have to accept the fact she needed to be ravaged, and he would have to participate as well. It was the best way for her to show him that it was sex she needed from strangers, but her love would be only for him.
If Mark truly loved her, Rebecca told him, he would consent. She would be his loving wife, who would lovingly dominate her submissive husband. But she would be a plaything, a slut, to whatever man, or men, they were able to procure. Rebecca didn't care if Mark was humiliated at taking on such a role. But she was quite sure he would agree. After all, the sexual escapades provided by Rebecca, although they were a bit kinkier lately, quite satisfied him. He would be reluctant to give that up.
After making her husband a "cum swallowing bitch" in the garage" Rebecca ventured inside, sat down at the desk and logged on to the Literotica website. She was very excited to see a message from "John," who responded to their ad for someone with a dominant personality and a large cock.
"Mark!" Rebecca called out. "Get in here a take a look. I think we may have found someone to fuck your wife silly."
"There will be more where that came from," Rebecca said to herself as she turned and entered their house.
At 39, Rebecca was a pretty little thing, medium height, red hair, blue eyes, average breasts and pale skin. She was a china doll of sorts, with curves in all the right places. She wasn't plump by any means, just fleshy and soft and womanly. She was frustrated sexually and longed to broaden her experiences.
Rebecca always thought Mark was a dreamer, a talented musician who never seemed able to find enough substantial work to be truly successful. She didn't object to his passion for music but it had taken its toll. Mark never had been very aggressive in bed and now, with his self-confidence at a low ebb, he was even more passive.
The only good thing about Mark's lack of sexual drive, and the relatively small size of his sexual equipment, was that Rebecca had more opportunities to tease her husband in bed. She always satisfied him because she loved him and he was easy to please, but he rarely satisfied her sexual longings. She fantasized about having a bad boy in bed, a man who would aggressively take her and have his way with her.
With her proposal to Mark to bring in a lover to take care of her sexually, Mark would simply have to accept it. She still loves Mark, but in order to save their marriage, he would have to accept the fact she needed to be ravaged, and he would have to participate as well. It was the best way for her to show him that it was sex she needed from strangers, but her love would be only for him.
If Mark truly loved her, Rebecca told him, he would consent. She would be his loving wife, who would lovingly dominate her submissive husband. But she would be a plaything, a slut, to whatever man, or men, they were able to procure. Rebecca didn't care if Mark was humiliated at taking on such a role. But she was quite sure he would agree. After all, the sexual escapades provided by Rebecca, although they were a bit kinkier lately, quite satisfied him. He would be reluctant to give that up.
After making her husband a "cum swallowing bitch" in the garage" Rebecca ventured inside, sat down at the desk and logged on to the Literotica website. She was very excited to see a message from "John," who responded to their ad for someone with a dominant personality and a large cock.
"Mark!" Rebecca called out. "Get in here a take a look. I think we may have found someone to fuck your wife silly."
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Finding nothing interesting in the chat rooms, I turned to the personals section of the web site. Most of the ads were from desperate people who would probably require two bags to hide their faces in order to make them fuckable, but occasionally something interesting would pop up. I soon spotted a very interesting request. It seemed some hot lady was not getting enough man in her marriage. She wanted a guy with a dominate personality and a big dick to fuck her. The really interesting part was that she wanted her small-dicked husband to be involved. I was not sure from her post if that meant he would merely be made to watch or he would be more intimately involved. At any rate there seemed to be enough possibility to make it worth the effort to check it out. I reread the ad and considered my response.
Although, I was not into what the BDSM crowd called ‘the lifestyle’, I had always enjoyed being in charge sexually. People that knew me would most likely describe me as a nice guy and I had never been the kind of guy that made anyone uncomfortable, so I judged that I fit the criteria of dominate and considerate. As far as a large cock, I certainly don’t have a 12-inch monster, but from casual observation in the locker room and during group sexual escapades I knew I was significantly larger than average. I am cut, just over nine inches in length and fairly thick. My cock head is large and well defined with a pronounced flare. I keep my pubic hair neatly trimmed and my large low hanging balls shaved smooth. More than one woman has described my cock as pretty. So I figured I likely would meet the other criteria in the ad. I began to type my response.
To hot wife: I am just the guy you seem to be looking for. I know how to make your sexy body sing with carnal pleasure while showing you and your hubby how to pleasure a man. I am sure you will find from the enclosed picture that I will more than meet your size requirements. Before we go further I will require you to send me full nude body photos of you and your husband. I am not so interested in your husband, but I do not want to waste my time unless you can prove your claim of a stunning body. I hope to see you on your knees soon showing me how much you want my cock to fuck your hot pussy.
I attached a picture of my fully erect cock being licked by a former bedmate. My cock and balls filled most of the photo with only the lady’s red lips and long wet pink tongue visible. I felt my cock stir as I recalled the night the picture was taken and the fact that it was the lady’s husband who did the photography.
As soon as I clicked send, I took my hardening cock out of my pants and began to stroke it slowly while looking through the other pictures from that evening. I recalled how aroused the man got as he snapped pictures of me fucking his pretty wife’s mouth. I recalled how hard he came when I put his wife on her hands and knees and fucked her hot ass. I recalled how he was practically salivating as she begged me to fuck her hungry cunt with my real dick. Finally, I recalled the powerful orgasm I had as she writhed under me. With the last recollection my cock erupted in my hand spilling my seed all over my favorite shirt.
Although, I was not into what the BDSM crowd called ‘the lifestyle’, I had always enjoyed being in charge sexually. People that knew me would most likely describe me as a nice guy and I had never been the kind of guy that made anyone uncomfortable, so I judged that I fit the criteria of dominate and considerate. As far as a large cock, I certainly don’t have a 12-inch monster, but from casual observation in the locker room and during group sexual escapades I knew I was significantly larger than average. I am cut, just over nine inches in length and fairly thick. My cock head is large and well defined with a pronounced flare. I keep my pubic hair neatly trimmed and my large low hanging balls shaved smooth. More than one woman has described my cock as pretty. So I figured I likely would meet the other criteria in the ad. I began to type my response.
To hot wife: I am just the guy you seem to be looking for. I know how to make your sexy body sing with carnal pleasure while showing you and your hubby how to pleasure a man. I am sure you will find from the enclosed picture that I will more than meet your size requirements. Before we go further I will require you to send me full nude body photos of you and your husband. I am not so interested in your husband, but I do not want to waste my time unless you can prove your claim of a stunning body. I hope to see you on your knees soon showing me how much you want my cock to fuck your hot pussy.
I attached a picture of my fully erect cock being licked by a former bedmate. My cock and balls filled most of the photo with only the lady’s red lips and long wet pink tongue visible. I felt my cock stir as I recalled the night the picture was taken and the fact that it was the lady’s husband who did the photography.
As soon as I clicked send, I took my hardening cock out of my pants and began to stroke it slowly while looking through the other pictures from that evening. I recalled how aroused the man got as he snapped pictures of me fucking his pretty wife’s mouth. I recalled how hard he came when I put his wife on her hands and knees and fucked her hot ass. I recalled how he was practically salivating as she begged me to fuck her hungry cunt with my real dick. Finally, I recalled the powerful orgasm I had as she writhed under me. With the last recollection my cock erupted in my hand spilling my seed all over my favorite shirt.
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Rebecca loved a warm sudsy bath. It was the perfect way to relax and explore her fantasies. And the message from the stranger on the web site had turned her on. She was certain he was exactly what she was looking for, and equally certain her husband would be a trembling mess when he watched her with another man.
As the tub was filling up, Rebecca caught her husband standing at the door watching her. He seemed tense and fidgety.
"Hon I noticed in this guy's message something about teaching you and me how to pleasure a man," Mark said. "Well, that concerns me."
"It should concern you Mark," Rebecca said with a smile. "It's not every day a man can watch his woman ravaged by a stranger. I hope you DO learn something. You know how much I love you, but that little dick of yours just doesn't fulfill me. But don't worry, we asked for someone considerate and aggressive. He sounds perfect."
Rebecca left the bathroom briefly and returned with a slip of paper for her husband. It contained the addresses for several cuckold web sites. She thought it was time Mark learned more about the role he was about to assume in their marriage. She would satisfy his needs now and then but she would be wielding control over him more and more. Mark would submit to her wishes in return for her love and for the occasional sex she granted him.
"Go check these out," Rebecca said. "You'll get the idea."
After Mark left, Rebecca stepped into the tub and slowly sunk into the sudsy water. She could feel her worries melt away as she fantasized about meeting the stranger from the web site. She considered how to respond to his email.
"Dear stud, as I gaze at the picture of your beautiful manhood, I am more and more anxious to meet you and see that cock in action. I have a wet pussy that longs to feel your hardness deep in me. My mouth is watering at the thought of feeling your shaft pumping in and out. I want you to take me, to use me, to fuck me hard until I scream for release. I imagine being your slut, ready at your command, open for your use, as you roughly take my body and bend it to your will. I will suffer any humiliation for you and hope only that you keep filling my holes with your stiff cock."
Rebecca could feel herself heat up, both from the water and from the blindingly sexual scenario she envisioned. She continued to compose her fantasy letter to her unknown stud.
"What will be even more intense for me is that my husband will be watching us closely as you ravage his sweet wife. You see, he's not very aggressive in bed and although I love him dearly, it's time for him to see how a real man fucks his woman. I'll be watching him agonize of course, as he stares at the hot action. And I intend to tease him unsparingly. I'm sure you'll chime in as well. Meek Mark is likely to become very emotional and even distraught about seeing his wife abused so forcefully, but I'm sure his little pecker will be stiff as a, well, as a pencil."
"We need to make arrangements quickly as I can't wait to get my hands on your cock. I want to be a slut for you. I want to be used by you. I want to be wanton and wet."
Mark showed up at the door to the bathroom as Rebecca's fantasy subsided. He looked ashen, as if he had confronted one of his worst fears. His head hung low as Rebecca looked over at him.
"Mark, I hope you enjoyed those web sites," Rebecca said. "The fantasies explored there might be more real after our rendezvous with my new stud."
"Speaking of which, we need to send him a response and some pictures," she continued. "And I have the perfect idea. I want you to respond to his email and tell him exactly what you expect him to do to your wife. Make sure you include plenty of details. I don't expect you to be a pansy about it. I've told you how much I would like to be used by an aggressive man, how thoroughly I want to be fucked and how I have dreamed about being someone's sex slut. I expect you to provide explicit instructions."
"And," Rebecca said. "We need to take some pictures. After you write your response to my stud's email, go get the camera and get it ready. I'll finish up in here and get all dolled up. Then you can pose me in any way that turns you on and take some nasty pictures."
Rebecca was excited about what the next several days would bring. She enjoyed being dominant with Meek Mark, but she truly looked forward to being a submissive slut wife for a stranger. She was even looking forward to posing for her husband, knowing it would turn both of them on. She was likely to get so worked up she would suck off Mark and then lavish hot wet kisses all over his face.
"Oh, this is going to be such fun!" she squealed as she skipped into the bedroom to prepare her makeup and lingerie for the photo shoot.
As the tub was filling up, Rebecca caught her husband standing at the door watching her. He seemed tense and fidgety.
"Hon I noticed in this guy's message something about teaching you and me how to pleasure a man," Mark said. "Well, that concerns me."
"It should concern you Mark," Rebecca said with a smile. "It's not every day a man can watch his woman ravaged by a stranger. I hope you DO learn something. You know how much I love you, but that little dick of yours just doesn't fulfill me. But don't worry, we asked for someone considerate and aggressive. He sounds perfect."
Rebecca left the bathroom briefly and returned with a slip of paper for her husband. It contained the addresses for several cuckold web sites. She thought it was time Mark learned more about the role he was about to assume in their marriage. She would satisfy his needs now and then but she would be wielding control over him more and more. Mark would submit to her wishes in return for her love and for the occasional sex she granted him.
"Go check these out," Rebecca said. "You'll get the idea."
After Mark left, Rebecca stepped into the tub and slowly sunk into the sudsy water. She could feel her worries melt away as she fantasized about meeting the stranger from the web site. She considered how to respond to his email.
"Dear stud, as I gaze at the picture of your beautiful manhood, I am more and more anxious to meet you and see that cock in action. I have a wet pussy that longs to feel your hardness deep in me. My mouth is watering at the thought of feeling your shaft pumping in and out. I want you to take me, to use me, to fuck me hard until I scream for release. I imagine being your slut, ready at your command, open for your use, as you roughly take my body and bend it to your will. I will suffer any humiliation for you and hope only that you keep filling my holes with your stiff cock."
Rebecca could feel herself heat up, both from the water and from the blindingly sexual scenario she envisioned. She continued to compose her fantasy letter to her unknown stud.
"What will be even more intense for me is that my husband will be watching us closely as you ravage his sweet wife. You see, he's not very aggressive in bed and although I love him dearly, it's time for him to see how a real man fucks his woman. I'll be watching him agonize of course, as he stares at the hot action. And I intend to tease him unsparingly. I'm sure you'll chime in as well. Meek Mark is likely to become very emotional and even distraught about seeing his wife abused so forcefully, but I'm sure his little pecker will be stiff as a, well, as a pencil."
"We need to make arrangements quickly as I can't wait to get my hands on your cock. I want to be a slut for you. I want to be used by you. I want to be wanton and wet."
Mark showed up at the door to the bathroom as Rebecca's fantasy subsided. He looked ashen, as if he had confronted one of his worst fears. His head hung low as Rebecca looked over at him.
"Mark, I hope you enjoyed those web sites," Rebecca said. "The fantasies explored there might be more real after our rendezvous with my new stud."
"Speaking of which, we need to send him a response and some pictures," she continued. "And I have the perfect idea. I want you to respond to his email and tell him exactly what you expect him to do to your wife. Make sure you include plenty of details. I don't expect you to be a pansy about it. I've told you how much I would like to be used by an aggressive man, how thoroughly I want to be fucked and how I have dreamed about being someone's sex slut. I expect you to provide explicit instructions."
"And," Rebecca said. "We need to take some pictures. After you write your response to my stud's email, go get the camera and get it ready. I'll finish up in here and get all dolled up. Then you can pose me in any way that turns you on and take some nasty pictures."
Rebecca was excited about what the next several days would bring. She enjoyed being dominant with Meek Mark, but she truly looked forward to being a submissive slut wife for a stranger. She was even looking forward to posing for her husband, knowing it would turn both of them on. She was likely to get so worked up she would suck off Mark and then lavish hot wet kisses all over his face.
"Oh, this is going to be such fun!" she squealed as she skipped into the bedroom to prepare her makeup and lingerie for the photo shoot.
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I had had a particularily hard day at the office and decided a quick jerk off to some on-line porn was just the thing to settle things down. So I clicked on my computer thnking I would pop into my favoite sex chat site and see if anyone wanted to give me a little stimuli for my wack off session. As soon as the machine came to life my email icon popped up. I checked it and found a very intereting answer to my reply to some sluts ad about needing a big dick. I chuckled to myself as I read the note the bitch had made her pathetic husband write me.
They had more than complied with my request for photos of them. She had not lied about herself either. She was a fucking hot number. As far as he was concerned I could see why she was in the market for a real man. I knew if his was the biggest cock that had ever been in her she would be like fucking a virgin for me. As I looked through the pictures again and comtemplated my answer I took my hard cock out and began to stroke it slowly. I thought about putting MR. tiny dick's wife on her knees and ordering her to lick my heavy balls as I had him fix me a drink. Then I thought about driving my fat cock into her asshole as I looked at the picture they sent me of her on her hands and knees.
Finally, I imagined the first time my cock plowed into her cunt. They had given me a picture of her in a sexy little nighty. The short see thru material was pulled up and she had her hands between her wide open legs. Her long sexy fingers were holding her cunt lips wide open like she was offering her slutty pussy as a gift to me. I imagined her hubby's little dick was so hard it hurt while he was taking the pictures for me. My cock exploded onto my desk as I flipped to the next picture. It was of him, his dick hard like I imagined he would be as he watched his wife beg to be my slut. As I cleaned up the puddle of thick goo on my desk, I wondered just how far he would go to keep his wife. I knew once she had a taste of my cock in her pussy she wasn't likely to ever be satisfed by his tiny dick again. I figured after awhile I would have her so strectched she would barely feel his little dick anymore.
I decided that this couple would be fun. She was hot and definately in need. He was scared it seemed and unsure what was happening to his life. I was sure I would soon be stretching both their limits. I typed a short note in answer to him.
Mark,
Thank you for you note. I have decided to give you two a chance to prove that you are worthy of my time. Before we go further you should know that I will require complete control when I visit. We can discuss limits, but if I find them too restrictive regarding my needs I will simply terminate contact with you. I have detected some hesitation in you and that needs to be dealt with sooner rather than later. It is clear that your wife is not satisfied sexually in your relationship. I must assume that she finds other things about you worthwhile and therefore wants to keep you. However, it is my experience that there are limits to what a woman will deal with when her man is less than she needs in bed. I can satisfy that need and perhaps save your marriage assuming the two of you can fullfill your end of the bargain. I believe your wife is both willing and able to fully participate in this type of relationship. The question is are you as willing and able? Only you can know if keeping your wife is enough reason for you to become the man she now wants you to be. If you are man enough to do this for her, then the next thing I require is a private phone conversation with her.
Please have your little slut bitch give me a call tomorrow evening at 9:00 if you wish to go forward. She is to be alone in your bed, naked when she calls me. You are to wait in another room while she speaks to me. Though you may find it exciting to know your wife is naked in your bed, speaking to another man, perhaps pleasuring herself while she does so, you are not to touch your pitiful little dick or do anything else to pleasure yourself while we talk. If you think I won't know if you violate this condition you are mistaken. Your wife is now my slut and I know she will do whatever I require of her in order to get the sexual pleasure I can give to her. Therefore, she would tell me if you break my terms and even accept punishment for you doing so. I am fairly certain you do not want to see your little whore punished because you can not keep your hand of your little dickie.
During this conversation, I will set up a day and time to come to your home for a visit. Setting up this meeting will be a sign that the two of you have agreed to have me to your home. While I am there, your home as well as yourselves will of course belong to me. If you agree to all of this my phone will ring at exactly 9:00 pm. My number is 555-555-1234. You will never again use my name. You will always refer to me as Sir. Your bitch will be allowed to use my name when she begs for my cock. Tell the hot little whore that she must convince me that she is truly ready to serve me completely.
Welcome to your new life as a cuckold, mark.
They had more than complied with my request for photos of them. She had not lied about herself either. She was a fucking hot number. As far as he was concerned I could see why she was in the market for a real man. I knew if his was the biggest cock that had ever been in her she would be like fucking a virgin for me. As I looked through the pictures again and comtemplated my answer I took my hard cock out and began to stroke it slowly. I thought about putting MR. tiny dick's wife on her knees and ordering her to lick my heavy balls as I had him fix me a drink. Then I thought about driving my fat cock into her asshole as I looked at the picture they sent me of her on her hands and knees.
Finally, I imagined the first time my cock plowed into her cunt. They had given me a picture of her in a sexy little nighty. The short see thru material was pulled up and she had her hands between her wide open legs. Her long sexy fingers were holding her cunt lips wide open like she was offering her slutty pussy as a gift to me. I imagined her hubby's little dick was so hard it hurt while he was taking the pictures for me. My cock exploded onto my desk as I flipped to the next picture. It was of him, his dick hard like I imagined he would be as he watched his wife beg to be my slut. As I cleaned up the puddle of thick goo on my desk, I wondered just how far he would go to keep his wife. I knew once she had a taste of my cock in her pussy she wasn't likely to ever be satisfed by his tiny dick again. I figured after awhile I would have her so strectched she would barely feel his little dick anymore.
I decided that this couple would be fun. She was hot and definately in need. He was scared it seemed and unsure what was happening to his life. I was sure I would soon be stretching both their limits. I typed a short note in answer to him.
Mark,
Thank you for you note. I have decided to give you two a chance to prove that you are worthy of my time. Before we go further you should know that I will require complete control when I visit. We can discuss limits, but if I find them too restrictive regarding my needs I will simply terminate contact with you. I have detected some hesitation in you and that needs to be dealt with sooner rather than later. It is clear that your wife is not satisfied sexually in your relationship. I must assume that she finds other things about you worthwhile and therefore wants to keep you. However, it is my experience that there are limits to what a woman will deal with when her man is less than she needs in bed. I can satisfy that need and perhaps save your marriage assuming the two of you can fullfill your end of the bargain. I believe your wife is both willing and able to fully participate in this type of relationship. The question is are you as willing and able? Only you can know if keeping your wife is enough reason for you to become the man she now wants you to be. If you are man enough to do this for her, then the next thing I require is a private phone conversation with her.
Please have your little slut bitch give me a call tomorrow evening at 9:00 if you wish to go forward. She is to be alone in your bed, naked when she calls me. You are to wait in another room while she speaks to me. Though you may find it exciting to know your wife is naked in your bed, speaking to another man, perhaps pleasuring herself while she does so, you are not to touch your pitiful little dick or do anything else to pleasure yourself while we talk. If you think I won't know if you violate this condition you are mistaken. Your wife is now my slut and I know she will do whatever I require of her in order to get the sexual pleasure I can give to her. Therefore, she would tell me if you break my terms and even accept punishment for you doing so. I am fairly certain you do not want to see your little whore punished because you can not keep your hand of your little dickie.
During this conversation, I will set up a day and time to come to your home for a visit. Setting up this meeting will be a sign that the two of you have agreed to have me to your home. While I am there, your home as well as yourselves will of course belong to me. If you agree to all of this my phone will ring at exactly 9:00 pm. My number is 555-555-1234. You will never again use my name. You will always refer to me as Sir. Your bitch will be allowed to use my name when she begs for my cock. Tell the hot little whore that she must convince me that she is truly ready to serve me completely.
Welcome to your new life as a cuckold, mark.
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"This is going much better than I thought it would," thought Rebecca as she left her husband Mark at the computer to continue to contemplate his new role in their marriage.
Rebecca decided to prepare herself for the 9 p.m. phone call. She treated it as if she were about to go on a date, and as a dress rehearsal for how she would look when she finally met Big John, the email stud who would make her nasty dreams come true.
Mark, she knew, was completely freaked out by the idea of watching his wife being ravaged by another man, as well as by the role he expected to play in their new relationship. Rebecca was totally in love with Mark, but his small size had become an impediment to their relationship. She also knew Mark loved her, and had told her he would do anything to keep their marriage intact.
As Rebecca and Mark began to explore the reality of new relationship, she began to realize how much she enjoyed teasing Mark. She played an increasingly aggressive role, often wondering if she had gone too far in tormenting him, but he obviously enjoyed his submission. Rebecca saw how hard his small cock was when he took lewd pictures of her for their email response. She had given it her all, fingering her holes, opening herself up, and continually taunting her husband.
"Make sure you get a good close-up when I spread my pussy," Rebecca said as she directed Mark during the photo session. "How are you going to feel, baby, as you watch your wife violated by a stranger? I want you to have a good view."
Mark didn't respond as he matter-of-factly went about shooting more photos. But Rebecca could tell he was ashamed of offering his wife to another man."
Rebecca got on the bed on all fours, positioning her ass towards Mark. She swung her right hand smartly back and slapped her asscheek hard, leaving a clear hand print on her pale white ass. She lowered her head and shoulders to the bed and shoved her ass high in the air, legs spread open.
"How's this, Mark? Does your slut wife look good from this angle?" Rebecca asked, and she reached underneath and placed her two middle fingers deep in her pussy. "This is my best pose, baby. Take plenty of shots. Don't you wish you could fuck me right now? Well, forget about it. I'm saving my pussy for a bigger man."
"Now it's my turn," Rebecca said. "Give me the camera."
Rebecca sat in an easy chair in the bedroom and had Mark stand naked before her.
"Look how hard you are," she said. "You must really like the idea of giving me away. But as little as you still are, as Meek Mark we need to show the true size of your manhood. Place your hands behind you back and don't move."
As Mark stood vulnerable before his newly dominant wife, she started lightly smacking his stiff cock. Rebecca grinned lewdly as Mark's dick swung back and forth. She was enjoying her husband's torment, pausing among the smacks as his cock continued to swing back and forth until it stopped, still sticking straight out as he maintained his erection.
"This will never do, Mark," Rebecca said. "You must be enjoying this too much."
As Mark's cock pointed directly towards her, Rebecca increased both the tempo and severity of her dick slapping session. She used both hands to rain blows on Mark's cockshaft, slapping him sideways and then up and down as his cock swung wildly. But the stinging blows eventually took their toll, and Mark's manhood slowly softened, hanging limply.
"That's better," Rebecca said. "That's the Meek Mark I know and love."
After taking several pictures of Mark's limp dick, Rebecca reached for his cock, placing it between her thumb and forefinger, lifting her pinky finger daintily as if she were sipping a cup of tea. She took a few pictures of Mark's soft dick with her other hand.
Later, when they downloaded the pictures, Rebecca selected the best ones to send to John. She picked the most humiliating photos of Mark. The best photo easily was the one where she was "handling" him with just two fingers.
As for her own photos, Rebecca selected the most lewd and nasty. Mark took a good shot of Rebecca with her legs spread open as she pulled her pussy lips apart. There also was a picture of her looking directly at the camera with her eyes slightly closed and her red-painted lips formed into a perfect "O."
But the best, and easily the sluttiest, photo was the one on the bed with Rebeccah's ass thrust towards the viewer. Mark's picture captured his wife's head in the background, twisted around on the bed to face the camera. But her white ass was most prominent, dominating the entire left side of the photo. Her pussy was prominently displayed between her upturned ass, and her two middle fingers were embedded in her pussy. Rebeccah's other two fingers helped frame her pink asshole. The angry red hand print on her right asscheek was clearly evident. It was the picture of a woman who had nothing to hide from the stranger who would be looking at the photos.
After Mark sent the email message and the pictures, Rebeccah emerged from the bedroom dressed in a sheer black baby doll nightie and crotchless sheer black panties. It was nearly 9 o'clock, but even though Mark would not be allowed to watch her talk with John, she wanted to give him something to keep her in his thoughts.
"Come over here Mark," she said, as she again took a seat in the easy chair. "You did such a good job with the photos I decided to give you a little reward."
Mark was wide-eyed at the sight of his wife in the sexy lingerie. She had styled her red hair, applied a heavier-than-normal amount of make-up, and surrounded her full lips with a liberal amount of slick, red lipstick. Rebecca reached for Mark's cock as he approached.
"I want you to cum for me, baby," Rebecca said, looking up at him. "Watch me as I stroke you. Look at me as I'll be dressed when John comes over. Your wife will be very slutty Mark. I know you'll be impressed."
Rebecca continued to stroke her husband as she sensuously licked her lips, reaching her tongue out as if to lick the head of his cock. But she never made contact with him. Nevertheless, Mark was turned on by his wife's new look. He looked into her eyes directly, as she gazed back at him with a sexy grin.
"Cum for me, Mark," she said. "Shoot your sperm into my mouth."
It was too much for Mark as he reached a climax, sending streams of cum into his wife's mouth. Almost all of his sperm reached its destination, expect for a small drop that stayed on her bottom lip.
Rebecca motioned for Mark to kneel before her. She sloshed his cum around in her mouth, and opened her lips to show him the accumulated sperm. Then she blew the cum from her mouth, spraying his face with a fog of little droplets. His face was covered with his own sperm, accentuated with flecks of red from Rebecca's lipstick.
"There baby, that's for you. Don't you dare wipe it off," she said. "I want you to remember me as I talk to my stud and you can't be here to watch. Now get out of here. I have a phone call to make."
As Mark exited to bedroom, Rebecca looked at the clock. It was 9:02 p.m. She reached for the phone and called the man she hoped would put her in her place.
Rebecca decided to prepare herself for the 9 p.m. phone call. She treated it as if she were about to go on a date, and as a dress rehearsal for how she would look when she finally met Big John, the email stud who would make her nasty dreams come true.
Mark, she knew, was completely freaked out by the idea of watching his wife being ravaged by another man, as well as by the role he expected to play in their new relationship. Rebecca was totally in love with Mark, but his small size had become an impediment to their relationship. She also knew Mark loved her, and had told her he would do anything to keep their marriage intact.
As Rebecca and Mark began to explore the reality of new relationship, she began to realize how much she enjoyed teasing Mark. She played an increasingly aggressive role, often wondering if she had gone too far in tormenting him, but he obviously enjoyed his submission. Rebecca saw how hard his small cock was when he took lewd pictures of her for their email response. She had given it her all, fingering her holes, opening herself up, and continually taunting her husband.
"Make sure you get a good close-up when I spread my pussy," Rebecca said as she directed Mark during the photo session. "How are you going to feel, baby, as you watch your wife violated by a stranger? I want you to have a good view."
Mark didn't respond as he matter-of-factly went about shooting more photos. But Rebecca could tell he was ashamed of offering his wife to another man."
Rebecca got on the bed on all fours, positioning her ass towards Mark. She swung her right hand smartly back and slapped her asscheek hard, leaving a clear hand print on her pale white ass. She lowered her head and shoulders to the bed and shoved her ass high in the air, legs spread open.
"How's this, Mark? Does your slut wife look good from this angle?" Rebecca asked, and she reached underneath and placed her two middle fingers deep in her pussy. "This is my best pose, baby. Take plenty of shots. Don't you wish you could fuck me right now? Well, forget about it. I'm saving my pussy for a bigger man."
"Now it's my turn," Rebecca said. "Give me the camera."
Rebecca sat in an easy chair in the bedroom and had Mark stand naked before her.
"Look how hard you are," she said. "You must really like the idea of giving me away. But as little as you still are, as Meek Mark we need to show the true size of your manhood. Place your hands behind you back and don't move."
As Mark stood vulnerable before his newly dominant wife, she started lightly smacking his stiff cock. Rebecca grinned lewdly as Mark's dick swung back and forth. She was enjoying her husband's torment, pausing among the smacks as his cock continued to swing back and forth until it stopped, still sticking straight out as he maintained his erection.
"This will never do, Mark," Rebecca said. "You must be enjoying this too much."
As Mark's cock pointed directly towards her, Rebecca increased both the tempo and severity of her dick slapping session. She used both hands to rain blows on Mark's cockshaft, slapping him sideways and then up and down as his cock swung wildly. But the stinging blows eventually took their toll, and Mark's manhood slowly softened, hanging limply.
"That's better," Rebecca said. "That's the Meek Mark I know and love."
After taking several pictures of Mark's limp dick, Rebecca reached for his cock, placing it between her thumb and forefinger, lifting her pinky finger daintily as if she were sipping a cup of tea. She took a few pictures of Mark's soft dick with her other hand.
Later, when they downloaded the pictures, Rebecca selected the best ones to send to John. She picked the most humiliating photos of Mark. The best photo easily was the one where she was "handling" him with just two fingers.
As for her own photos, Rebecca selected the most lewd and nasty. Mark took a good shot of Rebecca with her legs spread open as she pulled her pussy lips apart. There also was a picture of her looking directly at the camera with her eyes slightly closed and her red-painted lips formed into a perfect "O."
But the best, and easily the sluttiest, photo was the one on the bed with Rebeccah's ass thrust towards the viewer. Mark's picture captured his wife's head in the background, twisted around on the bed to face the camera. But her white ass was most prominent, dominating the entire left side of the photo. Her pussy was prominently displayed between her upturned ass, and her two middle fingers were embedded in her pussy. Rebeccah's other two fingers helped frame her pink asshole. The angry red hand print on her right asscheek was clearly evident. It was the picture of a woman who had nothing to hide from the stranger who would be looking at the photos.
After Mark sent the email message and the pictures, Rebeccah emerged from the bedroom dressed in a sheer black baby doll nightie and crotchless sheer black panties. It was nearly 9 o'clock, but even though Mark would not be allowed to watch her talk with John, she wanted to give him something to keep her in his thoughts.
"Come over here Mark," she said, as she again took a seat in the easy chair. "You did such a good job with the photos I decided to give you a little reward."
Mark was wide-eyed at the sight of his wife in the sexy lingerie. She had styled her red hair, applied a heavier-than-normal amount of make-up, and surrounded her full lips with a liberal amount of slick, red lipstick. Rebecca reached for Mark's cock as he approached.
"I want you to cum for me, baby," Rebecca said, looking up at him. "Watch me as I stroke you. Look at me as I'll be dressed when John comes over. Your wife will be very slutty Mark. I know you'll be impressed."
Rebecca continued to stroke her husband as she sensuously licked her lips, reaching her tongue out as if to lick the head of his cock. But she never made contact with him. Nevertheless, Mark was turned on by his wife's new look. He looked into her eyes directly, as she gazed back at him with a sexy grin.
"Cum for me, Mark," she said. "Shoot your sperm into my mouth."
It was too much for Mark as he reached a climax, sending streams of cum into his wife's mouth. Almost all of his sperm reached its destination, expect for a small drop that stayed on her bottom lip.
Rebecca motioned for Mark to kneel before her. She sloshed his cum around in her mouth, and opened her lips to show him the accumulated sperm. Then she blew the cum from her mouth, spraying his face with a fog of little droplets. His face was covered with his own sperm, accentuated with flecks of red from Rebecca's lipstick.
"There baby, that's for you. Don't you dare wipe it off," she said. "I want you to remember me as I talk to my stud and you can't be here to watch. Now get out of here. I have a phone call to make."
As Mark exited to bedroom, Rebecca looked at the clock. It was 9:02 p.m. She reached for the phone and called the man she hoped would put her in her place.
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It was strange. Somehow Rebecca’s increased dominance in our relationship and her desire to be royally abused by a stud turned me on. I went back online and visited one of the cuckold sites, seeking some understanding of the strange emotions that coursed through me. I read several posts that described the relationship in terms of the courage of the cuckold to be able to lay down his preferences and personal pleasure in order to serve the wife unreservedly. One poster, a cuckold, was of the opinion the most highly regarded attribute of a cuckold was the ability to serve the bull as a means of serving the wife.
I thought about it and realized that most of the fear regarding what was going to be required of me was from ignorance of the details. I decided I was going to be a man of courage. I would lay down my preferences for the sake of serving my wife, even to the point of serving the bull. The courage lasted all of ten minutes. The more scenarios I imagined with Rebecca and John...uh...Sir...the more I slid back into fear. Finally, I got fed up with my mental vacillations and put my foot down. No matter what was going to happen, I would live through it and come out on top in the end.
I remembered something Rebecca said during the photo-shoot for Sir.
"You must be enjoying this too much."
She was right. Even the sting of humiliating remarks had somehow turned me on. I didn’t have a clue why. The remarks still humiliated me, yet my dick evidenced my appreciation of it. I remembered the comment that had struck the hardest blow to my ego.
“Don't you wish you could fuck me right now? Well, forget about it. I'm saving my pussy for a bigger man."
It thrilled me to hear those words as she lowered her head, projected her ass into the air, fingered her pussy and framed an invitation to fuck her in the ass with two fingers spreading her cheeks. Yes it thrilled me as much as it crushed me. I was beginning to understand the pleasure/pain mindset of a cuckold.
I found new excitement in her threat to turn me over her knee and spank my ass if my dick didn’t soften in response to her striking it. Far from reducing my erection, it added heat to it. I didn’t get to experience whether or not such a spanking would in fact be pleasurable because she moved on to another thought and began beating my dick hard and fast. The sting of her blows outweighed the excitement of being abused, in this instance, and she accomplished her goal of removing my hard-on. Nevertheless, the knowledge that I could derive pleasure from the activities I would be required to be involved with as a cuckold gave me a shot of adrenaline.
I now felt certain that I could blend in well and live this lifestyle with gusto. My new found enthusiasm was soon put to the test when Rebecca returned from preparing herself for the phone call with Sir. As a reward for serving her through taking the pictures and sending them attached to the email reply to Sir, she gave me a hand job and told me to cum in her mouth. She was so hot and the look in her eyes turned me on so much I soon blew my wad and obediently shot it all in her mouth. She startled me when she swirled it around in her mouth for a few moments and blew it all over my face. She told me to leave it there as a reminder of what she and Sir were doing as she spoke to him on the phone.
I graduated cuckold 101 when my pride was struck severely by my sperm-spewing wife and I obeyed her command to get out of the room while she called Sir. I walked out of there as a pussy-whipped man wearing a white mask of humiliation, but my cock was erect and throbbing only minutes after a climax.
It was strange. Somehow Rebecca’s increased dominance in our relationship and her desire to be royally abused by a stud turned me on. I went back online and visited one of the cuckold sites, seeking some understanding of the strange emotions that coursed through me. I read several posts that described the relationship in terms of the courage of the cuckold to be able to lay down his preferences and personal pleasure in order to serve the wife unreservedly. One poster, a cuckold, was of the opinion the most highly regarded attribute of a cuckold was the ability to serve the bull as a means of serving the wife.
I thought about it and realized that most of the fear regarding what was going to be required of me was from ignorance of the details. I decided I was going to be a man of courage. I would lay down my preferences for the sake of serving my wife, even to the point of serving the bull. The courage lasted all of ten minutes. The more scenarios I imagined with Rebecca and John...uh...Sir...the more I slid back into fear. Finally, I got fed up with my mental vacillations and put my foot down. No matter what was going to happen, I would live through it and come out on top in the end.
I remembered something Rebecca said during the photo-shoot for Sir.
"You must be enjoying this too much."
She was right. Even the sting of humiliating remarks had somehow turned me on. I didn’t have a clue why. The remarks still humiliated me, yet my dick evidenced my appreciation of it. I remembered the comment that had struck the hardest blow to my ego.
“Don't you wish you could fuck me right now? Well, forget about it. I'm saving my pussy for a bigger man."
It thrilled me to hear those words as she lowered her head, projected her ass into the air, fingered her pussy and framed an invitation to fuck her in the ass with two fingers spreading her cheeks. Yes it thrilled me as much as it crushed me. I was beginning to understand the pleasure/pain mindset of a cuckold.
I found new excitement in her threat to turn me over her knee and spank my ass if my dick didn’t soften in response to her striking it. Far from reducing my erection, it added heat to it. I didn’t get to experience whether or not such a spanking would in fact be pleasurable because she moved on to another thought and began beating my dick hard and fast. The sting of her blows outweighed the excitement of being abused, in this instance, and she accomplished her goal of removing my hard-on. Nevertheless, the knowledge that I could derive pleasure from the activities I would be required to be involved with as a cuckold gave me a shot of adrenaline.
I now felt certain that I could blend in well and live this lifestyle with gusto. My new found enthusiasm was soon put to the test when Rebecca returned from preparing herself for the phone call with Sir. As a reward for serving her through taking the pictures and sending them attached to the email reply to Sir, she gave me a hand job and told me to cum in her mouth. She was so hot and the look in her eyes turned me on so much I soon blew my wad and obediently shot it all in her mouth. She startled me when she swirled it around in her mouth for a few moments and blew it all over my face. She told me to leave it there as a reminder of what she and Sir were doing as she spoke to him on the phone.
I graduated cuckold 101 when my pride was struck severely by my sperm-spewing wife and I obeyed her command to get out of the room while she called Sir. I walked out of there as a pussy-whipped man wearing a white mask of humiliation, but my cock was erect and throbbing only minutes after a climax.
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I had the pictures of the hot little slut whose call I was expecting as well as the pictures of her pathetic little dicked husband printed and layed out on my bed. I had allowed myself to play with my cock a bit through the soft material of my silk boxer briefs as I waited for the appointed hour. I found myself growing very anxious as I waited for nine o'clock to arrive. It seemed that the hot little slut had raised more desires in me than I had realized. As the time came for the call, my cock was throbbing and oozing precum.
I was looking again at the picture of the bitch on her knees with her hot cunt practically begging to be pounded good and hard. The look of lust in her eyes as she looked back at the camera was almost intoxicating. My erotic daydream was interupted by the ringing of my phone. I glanced at the clock and saw she was few minutes late. The bitch would pay for that. I answered the phone and she quietly indentified herself.
"You are late you fucking whore!" I barked in reply to her greeting.
She said nothing but I could hear her breathing quicken and the unmistakable little sigh that escaped her throat. A sound that I knew meant my harsh tone and words had caused a tingle in her hungry cunt.
"Listen carefully, bitch, I expect my instructions to be followed exactly. Calling me late was not wise. You will find that I am a generous lover, but you will also find that I can be equally generous in punishing those that displease me. I am enjoying your pictures, they show just what a slut you are and the ones of your husband show why you need me. I wonder how that worthless little dick of his gives you any pleasure at all. Now perhaps you are ready to tell me what a dirty little slut you are while you finger your cunt and let me hear you cum, slut! After that we can plan our first date. I can't wait to see the look on your husband's face when he sees how much you enjoy being fucked by a real man!"
I slipped my undeshorts off and released my twitching erection as I waited for her to prove what a hot slut she was for me. I lay naked fondling my full heavy balls
and massaging precum into my cock head as I listened to her sexy voice.
I was looking again at the picture of the bitch on her knees with her hot cunt practically begging to be pounded good and hard. The look of lust in her eyes as she looked back at the camera was almost intoxicating. My erotic daydream was interupted by the ringing of my phone. I glanced at the clock and saw she was few minutes late. The bitch would pay for that. I answered the phone and she quietly indentified herself.
"You are late you fucking whore!" I barked in reply to her greeting.
She said nothing but I could hear her breathing quicken and the unmistakable little sigh that escaped her throat. A sound that I knew meant my harsh tone and words had caused a tingle in her hungry cunt.
"Listen carefully, bitch, I expect my instructions to be followed exactly. Calling me late was not wise. You will find that I am a generous lover, but you will also find that I can be equally generous in punishing those that displease me. I am enjoying your pictures, they show just what a slut you are and the ones of your husband show why you need me. I wonder how that worthless little dick of his gives you any pleasure at all. Now perhaps you are ready to tell me what a dirty little slut you are while you finger your cunt and let me hear you cum, slut! After that we can plan our first date. I can't wait to see the look on your husband's face when he sees how much you enjoy being fucked by a real man!"
I slipped my undeshorts off and released my twitching erection as I waited for her to prove what a hot slut she was for me. I lay naked fondling my full heavy balls
and massaging precum into my cock head as I listened to her sexy voice.
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Rebecca was a bit jolted by John's brusqueness when she called him. Sure, she was two minutes late with the phone call, but she didn't realize it would matter to him so much. She quickly realized her was serious.
"I'm sorry Sir," she said. "It won't happen again. I will accept your punishment and hope I will have an opportunity to please you."
When Rebecca received her instructions from John, her pussy immediately became creamy. She wanted to be his slut, and now she would have to verbalize the depth of her submission to him. Fingering herself would be a pleasure. She knew she could bring herself off with little problem. Rebecca was determined to show him how much of a slut she could really be.
"Yes, Sir. I AM a slut. Your slut if you so desire, ready and willing to please you," she began. "I hope you use me well, and treat me like a dirty whore while my wimp husband watches. I want him to see how a real man fucks his woman and intend to tease him unmercifully as you fill my holes."
"I want to display my cocksucking skills for you, seating you in an easy chair with the bedroom lamp shining over your shoulder and into my face," she continued. "I will kneel at your feet, snuggling between your legs as I reach for your manhood and grip it firmly, holding it tightly as I lower my face to your rock hard cock. I'll snake my tongue out to wash over your cockhead, licking up any drops of precum."
"I hope you'll watch me closely as I close my mouth over your cock, sliding my lips down the shaft, burying it deep in my mouth," Rebecca said. "I will gaze at you as you watch me, my humiliation growing as I kneel subserviently before you. My shame increases as I suck your cock slowly, knowing you look on me as a dirty slut."
"I'll pull your hot and wet cock from my mouth and rub it over my face, wetting my cheeks and leaving smears from my red lipstick," she said. "Now I'm a very nasty slut, dirty-faced for you, nothing more than a hole for you to use. Forcing your cock back into my mouth, I would grip your shaft firmly with my lips, squeezing your cock as I bob my head up and down continuously. I know I would gag a few times on your big cock as I try to shove it down my throat, and my eyes begin to water."
"I would steal a glance at my husband and he stared open-mouthed at me, seemingly shocked at seeing his wife's mouth violated by your big cock," Rebecca said. "He would see the tears run down my face, trailing streams of eye shadow. He has never seen me in such a lewd state. I would feel wicked as he watched, knowing that my humiliation at your hands would have the same effect on him."
"My pussy is soaking wet, Sir," she said. "I've been able to push three fingers inside, pumping my hot cunt for you. I've almost cum several times when I pinched my clit. The combination of bringing myself off and as I describe what a slut I can be for you has made me wanton and wet."
"After you fucked my face for awhile, I would revel in my degradation, looking you in the eyes as you pumped your stiff cock in my mouth," she said. "I would feel very nasty, Sir, knowing you're in control, as you watched your slut service you."
"My pussy is on fire sir," Rebecca said breathlessly, her fingers rapidly strumming her clit. "I'm about to cum for you, but I want to finish you first."
"I would feel your cock stiffen even more as I anticipated you pumping my mouth full of your hot sperm," she said. "I want to wear your seed, Sir. I want to feel it slap my face as it spurted strings of semen all over my face. Spray me, Sir! Spray my slut face! I don't deserve any more than to wear your cum! Use your whore's mouth, Sir! Please!!!!!"
Rebecca envisioned holding John's cockhead with her lips as she pumped him vigorously with one hand. Her other hand was buried in her pussy and she was ready to climax. The phone sex session with John had turned her on, especially when she realized that what she described to him ultimately would be lived out in real life..
"Ohh, yesssss, Sir. I'm cumming now, all over my hand!" Rebecca screamed. "My cunt is so hot and creamy!! I wish you were here, Sir, to watch me cum for you. I want to be your slut and I hope you will forgive me for any mistakes I have made."
"I'm your whore, Sir," Rebecca said. "I hope you will use me soon."
"I'm sorry Sir," she said. "It won't happen again. I will accept your punishment and hope I will have an opportunity to please you."
When Rebecca received her instructions from John, her pussy immediately became creamy. She wanted to be his slut, and now she would have to verbalize the depth of her submission to him. Fingering herself would be a pleasure. She knew she could bring herself off with little problem. Rebecca was determined to show him how much of a slut she could really be.
"Yes, Sir. I AM a slut. Your slut if you so desire, ready and willing to please you," she began. "I hope you use me well, and treat me like a dirty whore while my wimp husband watches. I want him to see how a real man fucks his woman and intend to tease him unmercifully as you fill my holes."
"I want to display my cocksucking skills for you, seating you in an easy chair with the bedroom lamp shining over your shoulder and into my face," she continued. "I will kneel at your feet, snuggling between your legs as I reach for your manhood and grip it firmly, holding it tightly as I lower my face to your rock hard cock. I'll snake my tongue out to wash over your cockhead, licking up any drops of precum."
"I hope you'll watch me closely as I close my mouth over your cock, sliding my lips down the shaft, burying it deep in my mouth," Rebecca said. "I will gaze at you as you watch me, my humiliation growing as I kneel subserviently before you. My shame increases as I suck your cock slowly, knowing you look on me as a dirty slut."
"I'll pull your hot and wet cock from my mouth and rub it over my face, wetting my cheeks and leaving smears from my red lipstick," she said. "Now I'm a very nasty slut, dirty-faced for you, nothing more than a hole for you to use. Forcing your cock back into my mouth, I would grip your shaft firmly with my lips, squeezing your cock as I bob my head up and down continuously. I know I would gag a few times on your big cock as I try to shove it down my throat, and my eyes begin to water."
"I would steal a glance at my husband and he stared open-mouthed at me, seemingly shocked at seeing his wife's mouth violated by your big cock," Rebecca said. "He would see the tears run down my face, trailing streams of eye shadow. He has never seen me in such a lewd state. I would feel wicked as he watched, knowing that my humiliation at your hands would have the same effect on him."
"My pussy is soaking wet, Sir," she said. "I've been able to push three fingers inside, pumping my hot cunt for you. I've almost cum several times when I pinched my clit. The combination of bringing myself off and as I describe what a slut I can be for you has made me wanton and wet."
"After you fucked my face for awhile, I would revel in my degradation, looking you in the eyes as you pumped your stiff cock in my mouth," she said. "I would feel very nasty, Sir, knowing you're in control, as you watched your slut service you."
"My pussy is on fire sir," Rebecca said breathlessly, her fingers rapidly strumming her clit. "I'm about to cum for you, but I want to finish you first."
"I would feel your cock stiffen even more as I anticipated you pumping my mouth full of your hot sperm," she said. "I want to wear your seed, Sir. I want to feel it slap my face as it spurted strings of semen all over my face. Spray me, Sir! Spray my slut face! I don't deserve any more than to wear your cum! Use your whore's mouth, Sir! Please!!!!!"
Rebecca envisioned holding John's cockhead with her lips as she pumped him vigorously with one hand. Her other hand was buried in her pussy and she was ready to climax. The phone sex session with John had turned her on, especially when she realized that what she described to him ultimately would be lived out in real life..
"Ohh, yesssss, Sir. I'm cumming now, all over my hand!" Rebecca screamed. "My cunt is so hot and creamy!! I wish you were here, Sir, to watch me cum for you. I want to be your slut and I hope you will forgive me for any mistakes I have made."
"I'm your whore, Sir," Rebecca said. "I hope you will use me soon."
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I listened as Rebecca described how much she wanted to be my whore and what she would do to show me her desires. I stroked my throbbing cock while she told me how she was playing with her hot little cunt. I knew she was being truthful because I could hear the catch in her voice as her excitement grew. As she described the blow job she wanted to give me I closed my eyes and was transported from my bedroom to hers.
I knew my own breathing was beginning to become a bit ragged as was the hot slut on the other end of the phone. This was not my first phone sex and the sounds of arousal in the little bitch’s voice were unmistakable. I whispered what a hot slut she sounded like and her moans grew louder. She began to tell me how hot her cunt was for me while continuing her description of what a dirty little cock-sucking whore she wanted to be for me.
“Yes, baby that’s right suck my fat dick you little slut. Show that limped dick pussy boy hubby just what a dirty whore you can be for a real man!” I moaned as my balls tightened.
She screamed for me as she came. I as listened to her passionate cries of pleasure my cock twitched and oozed precum. It was a struggle to maintain my control. But she had not yet earned the right to hear me cum. When the call was finished I would finish myself off and spray my seed on her dirty slutty picture. I couldn’t wait to show her hubby the cum stained photo of his little whore.
“You have done very well, slut. I am sure we will have great fun together showing your little sissy boy hubby how to properly fuck a woman,” I said as I listened to her post orgasm pants.
I inhaled deeply and imagined the scent of her flooded cunt. I love the taste of creamy female cum. I hoped this was the juicy little bitch I imagined her to be.
“Yes you will be used very soon, slut. Have your tiny dicked hubby send me your address after you hang up. I will be at your house at seven o’clock this Friday. Wear something sexy that shows what a fucking whore you really want to be!” I barked.
It was Tuesday which meant they had three days to anticipate the big evening. I gave her my additional instructions and hung up. I told her she was to make her husband refrain from orgasming until my visit. I explained that the randier he was the more willing he would be to cooperate. I could almost hear the frown she made when I told her that he was not allowed to touch her either for the rest of the week. I told her to masturbate in front of him if she liked but that was all. Even though I knew following my instructions would be tough, I felt confidant that the bitch would comply with my orders. The last thing I said was that she should expect a package from me to be delivered by courier the next evening.
Once I had hung up I closed my eyes and began to stroke my aching cock again. I slid my other hand up my thigh and carefully fondled my cum laden balls as I fucked my fist. With each stroke I ran my thumb over my oozing cum hole. I envisioned my new slut on her hands and knees with me fucking her like she was a bitch in heat; my fat cock stretching her cunt beyond anything she had ever felt before. I thought about the look on her wimpy-assed husband’s face as he watched his wife get really fucked for the first time. I thought about the puppy dog look he would have when I made his bitch proclaim that her pussy was all mine from then on and that she was my slut to use anytime and anyway I wanted her. I thought about cuddling up to sleep with his wife in their bed when I was done fucking her. My balls contracted and my cock lurched in my hand. I aimed my cock toward the picture of her offering up her ass to me and exploded. My seed shot out in a torrent. Her smile disappeared as a puddle of cum obscured her head.
I laughed as I milked the last drips of my cum onto another picture of the whore, my whore. I was so turned on by the knowledge of what was to going to happen with my new toys that my dick remained hard despite my having just enjoyed an intense orgasm. Without bothering to dress I got up and went to my office. As I expected there was an email from Mark with the address I had requested. I took out a marker and wrote the address on the box I had packed up earlier. As I reflected on the contents I wondered how far the dicky would let me take him to please his wife. Looking at the new picture of the hot little slut he had sent me I imagined he would go very far indeed to keep her.
The next morning on my way to work I dropped the package off at the courier’s office. I wondered if they often delivered such things. In the box was a very special outfit for Mark that I had purchased at my favorite sex shop. There was a thong that though made for a man I couldn’t imagine any but a gay male stripper wearing them. They were red with pink trim. I laughed as I thought about how little Mark would fill the rather ample cock pouch. I thought about his ass being completely exposed with only a thin strip of material protecting his crack. I wondered how he would feel when he saw the tight sleeveless tee-shirt with ‘Rebecca’s Cuck’ printed in glittery letters on the front. That was my gift to my slut. I was sure she would have to finger her hungry cunt when she made him try it on. To finish the outfit there was a very tasteful black bowtie that had a red silk band to hold it on Mark’s bare neck. I couldn’t wait to see if he actually answered the door in his uniform as the note I included in the box instructed him to do.
The next three days of work were nearly torture. With each passing day my desire to use my new slut and tease her little wimp grew stronger. On Thursday afternoon I had to lock my office door and give myself a quick jerk to relieve the pressure. Becky had sent me more pictures and a little note telling me how hot she was for our date. She didn’t say anything about Mark’s uniform. I assumed if he was refusing to wear it she would have told me so I didn’t give it much thought. She did mention something about the sexy new outfit she had for me though. I knew Friday was going to be the first of many great evenings with my hot slut and her cuck.
Friday afternoon the anticipation was too great, so I ducked out of work early. I headed home and took a long hot shower. I shaved for the second time that day and trimmed my goatee closer to my face. I couldn’t wait to rub my soft short beard on the little slut’s clit and hear her squeal for my cock. Then on a whim I did something I hadn’t done for a couple of years. I used my beard trimmer to crop my pubic hair close and shaved what was left into a nice neat shape. I slipped on a new pair of boxer-briefs. The blue knit material clung to my cock accentuating its girth. I had my dinner before I finished dressing. I chose a pair of Dockers khakis and a maroon Ralph Lauren pole shirt. Since it was a warm evening I settled on a pair of Chaco sandals for my feet. I like the idea of being able to quickly get barefooted. I gave some thought to making the slut suck my toes in front of tiny dick.
Even though I had an hour to make it too their house that was only twenty minutes away I decided to head out anyway. I enjoyed driving and figured a run around town would be a good way to relax and get ready for my wild night.
I knew my own breathing was beginning to become a bit ragged as was the hot slut on the other end of the phone. This was not my first phone sex and the sounds of arousal in the little bitch’s voice were unmistakable. I whispered what a hot slut she sounded like and her moans grew louder. She began to tell me how hot her cunt was for me while continuing her description of what a dirty little cock-sucking whore she wanted to be for me.
“Yes, baby that’s right suck my fat dick you little slut. Show that limped dick pussy boy hubby just what a dirty whore you can be for a real man!” I moaned as my balls tightened.
She screamed for me as she came. I as listened to her passionate cries of pleasure my cock twitched and oozed precum. It was a struggle to maintain my control. But she had not yet earned the right to hear me cum. When the call was finished I would finish myself off and spray my seed on her dirty slutty picture. I couldn’t wait to show her hubby the cum stained photo of his little whore.
“You have done very well, slut. I am sure we will have great fun together showing your little sissy boy hubby how to properly fuck a woman,” I said as I listened to her post orgasm pants.
I inhaled deeply and imagined the scent of her flooded cunt. I love the taste of creamy female cum. I hoped this was the juicy little bitch I imagined her to be.
“Yes you will be used very soon, slut. Have your tiny dicked hubby send me your address after you hang up. I will be at your house at seven o’clock this Friday. Wear something sexy that shows what a fucking whore you really want to be!” I barked.
It was Tuesday which meant they had three days to anticipate the big evening. I gave her my additional instructions and hung up. I told her she was to make her husband refrain from orgasming until my visit. I explained that the randier he was the more willing he would be to cooperate. I could almost hear the frown she made when I told her that he was not allowed to touch her either for the rest of the week. I told her to masturbate in front of him if she liked but that was all. Even though I knew following my instructions would be tough, I felt confidant that the bitch would comply with my orders. The last thing I said was that she should expect a package from me to be delivered by courier the next evening.
Once I had hung up I closed my eyes and began to stroke my aching cock again. I slid my other hand up my thigh and carefully fondled my cum laden balls as I fucked my fist. With each stroke I ran my thumb over my oozing cum hole. I envisioned my new slut on her hands and knees with me fucking her like she was a bitch in heat; my fat cock stretching her cunt beyond anything she had ever felt before. I thought about the look on her wimpy-assed husband’s face as he watched his wife get really fucked for the first time. I thought about the puppy dog look he would have when I made his bitch proclaim that her pussy was all mine from then on and that she was my slut to use anytime and anyway I wanted her. I thought about cuddling up to sleep with his wife in their bed when I was done fucking her. My balls contracted and my cock lurched in my hand. I aimed my cock toward the picture of her offering up her ass to me and exploded. My seed shot out in a torrent. Her smile disappeared as a puddle of cum obscured her head.
I laughed as I milked the last drips of my cum onto another picture of the whore, my whore. I was so turned on by the knowledge of what was to going to happen with my new toys that my dick remained hard despite my having just enjoyed an intense orgasm. Without bothering to dress I got up and went to my office. As I expected there was an email from Mark with the address I had requested. I took out a marker and wrote the address on the box I had packed up earlier. As I reflected on the contents I wondered how far the dicky would let me take him to please his wife. Looking at the new picture of the hot little slut he had sent me I imagined he would go very far indeed to keep her.
The next morning on my way to work I dropped the package off at the courier’s office. I wondered if they often delivered such things. In the box was a very special outfit for Mark that I had purchased at my favorite sex shop. There was a thong that though made for a man I couldn’t imagine any but a gay male stripper wearing them. They were red with pink trim. I laughed as I thought about how little Mark would fill the rather ample cock pouch. I thought about his ass being completely exposed with only a thin strip of material protecting his crack. I wondered how he would feel when he saw the tight sleeveless tee-shirt with ‘Rebecca’s Cuck’ printed in glittery letters on the front. That was my gift to my slut. I was sure she would have to finger her hungry cunt when she made him try it on. To finish the outfit there was a very tasteful black bowtie that had a red silk band to hold it on Mark’s bare neck. I couldn’t wait to see if he actually answered the door in his uniform as the note I included in the box instructed him to do.
The next three days of work were nearly torture. With each passing day my desire to use my new slut and tease her little wimp grew stronger. On Thursday afternoon I had to lock my office door and give myself a quick jerk to relieve the pressure. Becky had sent me more pictures and a little note telling me how hot she was for our date. She didn’t say anything about Mark’s uniform. I assumed if he was refusing to wear it she would have told me so I didn’t give it much thought. She did mention something about the sexy new outfit she had for me though. I knew Friday was going to be the first of many great evenings with my hot slut and her cuck.
Friday afternoon the anticipation was too great, so I ducked out of work early. I headed home and took a long hot shower. I shaved for the second time that day and trimmed my goatee closer to my face. I couldn’t wait to rub my soft short beard on the little slut’s clit and hear her squeal for my cock. Then on a whim I did something I hadn’t done for a couple of years. I used my beard trimmer to crop my pubic hair close and shaved what was left into a nice neat shape. I slipped on a new pair of boxer-briefs. The blue knit material clung to my cock accentuating its girth. I had my dinner before I finished dressing. I chose a pair of Dockers khakis and a maroon Ralph Lauren pole shirt. Since it was a warm evening I settled on a pair of Chaco sandals for my feet. I like the idea of being able to quickly get barefooted. I gave some thought to making the slut suck my toes in front of tiny dick.
Even though I had an hour to make it too their house that was only twenty minutes away I decided to head out anyway. I enjoyed driving and figured a run around town would be a good way to relax and get ready for my wild night.
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"I hope you heard me baby," Rebecca said to her husband Mark from her bedroom. She knew he had been listening to her phone session with John, her new stud. "I really enjoyed myself. My pussy is still hot and wet."
Rebecca was disheartened at her instructions not to allow her husband any contact with her. She wanted to sexually humiliate him some more before their big night on Friday. After all, she may be a submissive slut for a strange man, but she also controlled her husband. And often that meant putting him through his paces at her whim. But Rebecca resolved to follow the rules that were laid down, at least for now.
Mark wandered back to the bedroom and leaned against the doorway.
"There you are," Rebecca said, as she eyed her husband. "I hope you enjoyed my performance. How does it feel to hear your sweet wife describing how she will suck a strange man's cock? Did you like hearing me slutting around on you? I bet you'll enjoy it even more when you can watch. I'll be a dirty whore for a stranger, Mark, and you'll just sit there and watch me being used."
"Don't worry, though, I'll pay plenty of attention to you," she said. "I'll tease and torment you as a rough stud fucks me. I'll show you what a whore I can be. And I'll enjoy watching my Meek Mark's discomfort as you see your wife taken and violated."
"Now come over here," she said. "I have something for you."
Mark walked over to the bed as Rebecca lay back, her legs spread and her hand still toying with her creamy pussy.
"Kneel for your wife, baby," she said.
Mark got down on his knees next to the bed. Rebecca scooped up the juices from her climax and then rubbed her hand all over her husband's face, coating his entire face with her cream.
"There," Rebecca said. "That's all you get from me. Stud's orders. I may tease you tomorrow by fingering myself while you watch, but no sex Meek Mark. In fact, if I catch you masturbating, there will be hell to pay."
"I hope you sent our address to my new man," she said. "Friday will be here before you know it, and we need time to prepare. Tomorrow I have to do some shopping."
"Think of it baby," Rebecca said. "I'll be trying on some sexy lingerie that I can wear for a strange man who is going to ravage your wife. and as much as you may protest, you're so pitiful I'm sure you'll love it."
Rebecca was disheartened at her instructions not to allow her husband any contact with her. She wanted to sexually humiliate him some more before their big night on Friday. After all, she may be a submissive slut for a strange man, but she also controlled her husband. And often that meant putting him through his paces at her whim. But Rebecca resolved to follow the rules that were laid down, at least for now.
Mark wandered back to the bedroom and leaned against the doorway.
"There you are," Rebecca said, as she eyed her husband. "I hope you enjoyed my performance. How does it feel to hear your sweet wife describing how she will suck a strange man's cock? Did you like hearing me slutting around on you? I bet you'll enjoy it even more when you can watch. I'll be a dirty whore for a stranger, Mark, and you'll just sit there and watch me being used."
"Don't worry, though, I'll pay plenty of attention to you," she said. "I'll tease and torment you as a rough stud fucks me. I'll show you what a whore I can be. And I'll enjoy watching my Meek Mark's discomfort as you see your wife taken and violated."
"Now come over here," she said. "I have something for you."
Mark walked over to the bed as Rebecca lay back, her legs spread and her hand still toying with her creamy pussy.
"Kneel for your wife, baby," she said.
Mark got down on his knees next to the bed. Rebecca scooped up the juices from her climax and then rubbed her hand all over her husband's face, coating his entire face with her cream.
"There," Rebecca said. "That's all you get from me. Stud's orders. I may tease you tomorrow by fingering myself while you watch, but no sex Meek Mark. In fact, if I catch you masturbating, there will be hell to pay."
"I hope you sent our address to my new man," she said. "Friday will be here before you know it, and we need time to prepare. Tomorrow I have to do some shopping."
"Think of it baby," Rebecca said. "I'll be trying on some sexy lingerie that I can wear for a strange man who is going to ravage your wife. and as much as you may protest, you're so pitiful I'm sure you'll love it."
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Rebecca spent considerable time trying to decide on the perfect lingerie for her big night with John. She rejected stereotypical slutwear, even though she intended to be a nasty slut for her new stud.
Instead, Rebecca wanted a more innocent look, the sort of peignoir a bride might wear on her honeymoon, but with a sexy twist. An innocent bride being violated by a strange cock would be the kind of scene that would make her wimp husband Mark feel even worse - and better. She could just imagine the trepidation he would have as he offered his sweet bride to a rough stranger.
Then there was the purchase of the dildo to take care of. John had specified the dildo be the same size as his cock, which Rebecca had never seen it, although last night she described how she would wrap her lips around his shaft and allow him to fuck her face. She decided to err on the large side.
"Mark! Put on your pretty little pink panties and your skimpy pink belly shirt and wait for me in the living room," Rebecca called out from the bedroom. "And pick out a pair of shorts and a shirt to cover your nasty self."
Rebecca slipped on a pair of shorts and a tank top, grabbed her things and prepared to go shopping. Mark was waiting, as ordered, in the living room, looking completely ridiculous in his little pink "uniform."
"Well, aren't you the pretty little thing," Rebecca said. "Do you know what a sissy you look like?"
Rebecca had Mark cover his cuckold outfit with the shorts and shirt.
"Let's go Mark," she said. "I need to find some 'fuck me' clothes."
Rebecca drove to the mall where there was a large store that specialized in intimate apparel. She left Mark in the car.
Inside the store Rebecca sample many nightgowns, but they were either to demure, or too plain. She finally found the perfect items: a white baby doll that featured nearly full coverage in front as it hung loosely over her breasts, stretching down to her thighs. There were no sides or back to the gown. Thin rhinestone strands draped over her shoulders, holding the satin material in front and connecting in the back with several rhinstone strands that were attached to the sides of the nightie. It was a classic look, exposing plenty of Rebecca's body, but designed to give her a classy look. White sheer panties with ribbons at the side, sheer white thigh high stockings with a lacy elastic welt and a pair of white feathered, high heeled satin slippers would complete the blushing bride look. As an afterthought, Rebecca selected a long peignoir robe that was completely see-through.
Rebecca couldn't wait to fully assemble the outfit for her new lover Friday night, but she had to complete another errand right now, one she was anticipating with much excitement.
Rebecca made her purchases and returned to the car where Mark was waiting obediently. Depositing her items in the back seat, she drove off in the direction of an adult novelties store on the edge of town.
"Your turn, Mark," she said. "We need to make a purchase for you. Strip down to your pretty little things."
Mark was aghast that his wife wanted him to display his new outfit in public, but when he hesitated Rebecca raised her voice and gave him a warning.
"If you watch to watch your wife get fucked Friday night, you'd better strip now," she said.
Mark complied, removing his shorts and shirt. Rebecca tossed them in the back seat with her purchases.
"That's better," she said. "I like to see my sissy boy."
Rebecca pulled into the parking lot of the adult store and began to exit the car. She also ordered Mark to get out of the car. Mark knew better than to object, so he meekly stepped into the parking lot, hoping no one would see him. Rebecca told Mark to follow one step behind her as she paraded him to the front door of the store. They walked in and as Mark scanned the interior, he was mortified to see a dozen or more men and women milling around, including a group of coeds who were shopping for a bachelorette party.
As Rebeca walked through the lingerie section towards the back of the store where the dildos were displayed, everyone in the place got a good look at Mark and his ridiculous pink prissy thong and belly shirt. One of the coeds started laughing at Mark and began clapping loudly. Soon, the whole place broke into applause at the husband who was outrageously dressed. Mark was thoroughly enbarrassed and humiliated.
"Hey lady, who's the pink pussycat?" one man called out. He and his buddies were enjoying the show.
"He's my wimp husband," Rebecca answered. "Everyone, meet Mark. How do you like his sissy look?"
They answered with another loud round of applause and tossed off a few insults. Mark looked like he would shrink into the floor. Rebecca found the rack that displayed a variety of dildos, both sleek and lifelike. She selected three or four and walked over to the coeds. Mark followed closely behind.
"Girls, I wonder if you can help me for a couple of minutes," Rebecca said. "I'd like to get your opinion. Which one of these do you think I should buy?"
"Well, I like that one becasue it looks so lifelike," said one of the coeds who was blonde, fit and all legs. "I can see why you need it, too. Your husband doesn't seem to be too well endowed."
"Oh it's not for me" Rebecca said. "It's for him."
The girls' mouths dropped when Rebecca told them Mark would be using the dildo.
"Wow, lady," said the red head. "If I were you, I'd take the larger one."
"What do you think Mark?" Rebecca said. "How well do you think this will fit in your ass?"
"Yeah, mister," one of the girls said. "If you like your ass stuffed so well, YOU should pick out your own."
Mark sort of pointed to one of the dildos but Rebecca insisted he speak up.
"I couldn't hear you Mark," she said. "You need to tell me what you want. Is this what you want? Read it to me."
Rebecca handed Mark the device.
"Black power," Mark started in a soft voice.
"You'll have to speak much louder Mark," Rebecca said. "The guys in the back can't hear a thing you're saying. And read the whole description on the box. If you're not loud enough, I'll just have to spank you here in front of all these people."
Mark recoiled at the idea of being spanked publicly so he decided to make sure his voice carried.
"Black Power," Mark yelled out. "Penetrate your lover with this realistic black cock dildo. The extra bulbous head is designed to please. When size matters, the Black Power cock is preferred by those who have anal or oral intentions."
The whole store was laughing and cheering as Mark described the dildo that would be used on him Friday night.
"OK honey, here's my credit card, go up to the counter and buy your black power friend," Rebecca said, slapping him smartly on the ass as he turned to go to the cashier.
"When I get married I want a husband like that," said the blonde coed.
Rebecca smiled and said, "Just keep looking honey, men are always letting their cocks do their thinking. In this case, Mark will be thinking with his new cock for awhile."
After Mark made his purchase, he and Rebecca left the store to more applause, Rebecca waving to the customers who would have quite a story to tell to their friends later on.
"You're such a nasty boy, Mark," Rebecca said as they drove home. "You must be a wimp to let me humiliate you so. But it's OK. I love you. And I love you even more for whoring me out Friday night. You'll see what a slut your wife really is."
Instead, Rebecca wanted a more innocent look, the sort of peignoir a bride might wear on her honeymoon, but with a sexy twist. An innocent bride being violated by a strange cock would be the kind of scene that would make her wimp husband Mark feel even worse - and better. She could just imagine the trepidation he would have as he offered his sweet bride to a rough stranger.
Then there was the purchase of the dildo to take care of. John had specified the dildo be the same size as his cock, which Rebecca had never seen it, although last night she described how she would wrap her lips around his shaft and allow him to fuck her face. She decided to err on the large side.
"Mark! Put on your pretty little pink panties and your skimpy pink belly shirt and wait for me in the living room," Rebecca called out from the bedroom. "And pick out a pair of shorts and a shirt to cover your nasty self."
Rebecca slipped on a pair of shorts and a tank top, grabbed her things and prepared to go shopping. Mark was waiting, as ordered, in the living room, looking completely ridiculous in his little pink "uniform."
"Well, aren't you the pretty little thing," Rebecca said. "Do you know what a sissy you look like?"
Rebecca had Mark cover his cuckold outfit with the shorts and shirt.
"Let's go Mark," she said. "I need to find some 'fuck me' clothes."
Rebecca drove to the mall where there was a large store that specialized in intimate apparel. She left Mark in the car.
Inside the store Rebecca sample many nightgowns, but they were either to demure, or too plain. She finally found the perfect items: a white baby doll that featured nearly full coverage in front as it hung loosely over her breasts, stretching down to her thighs. There were no sides or back to the gown. Thin rhinestone strands draped over her shoulders, holding the satin material in front and connecting in the back with several rhinstone strands that were attached to the sides of the nightie. It was a classic look, exposing plenty of Rebecca's body, but designed to give her a classy look. White sheer panties with ribbons at the side, sheer white thigh high stockings with a lacy elastic welt and a pair of white feathered, high heeled satin slippers would complete the blushing bride look. As an afterthought, Rebecca selected a long peignoir robe that was completely see-through.
Rebecca couldn't wait to fully assemble the outfit for her new lover Friday night, but she had to complete another errand right now, one she was anticipating with much excitement.
Rebecca made her purchases and returned to the car where Mark was waiting obediently. Depositing her items in the back seat, she drove off in the direction of an adult novelties store on the edge of town.
"Your turn, Mark," she said. "We need to make a purchase for you. Strip down to your pretty little things."
Mark was aghast that his wife wanted him to display his new outfit in public, but when he hesitated Rebecca raised her voice and gave him a warning.
"If you watch to watch your wife get fucked Friday night, you'd better strip now," she said.
Mark complied, removing his shorts and shirt. Rebecca tossed them in the back seat with her purchases.
"That's better," she said. "I like to see my sissy boy."
Rebecca pulled into the parking lot of the adult store and began to exit the car. She also ordered Mark to get out of the car. Mark knew better than to object, so he meekly stepped into the parking lot, hoping no one would see him. Rebecca told Mark to follow one step behind her as she paraded him to the front door of the store. They walked in and as Mark scanned the interior, he was mortified to see a dozen or more men and women milling around, including a group of coeds who were shopping for a bachelorette party.
As Rebeca walked through the lingerie section towards the back of the store where the dildos were displayed, everyone in the place got a good look at Mark and his ridiculous pink prissy thong and belly shirt. One of the coeds started laughing at Mark and began clapping loudly. Soon, the whole place broke into applause at the husband who was outrageously dressed. Mark was thoroughly enbarrassed and humiliated.
"Hey lady, who's the pink pussycat?" one man called out. He and his buddies were enjoying the show.
"He's my wimp husband," Rebecca answered. "Everyone, meet Mark. How do you like his sissy look?"
They answered with another loud round of applause and tossed off a few insults. Mark looked like he would shrink into the floor. Rebecca found the rack that displayed a variety of dildos, both sleek and lifelike. She selected three or four and walked over to the coeds. Mark followed closely behind.
"Girls, I wonder if you can help me for a couple of minutes," Rebecca said. "I'd like to get your opinion. Which one of these do you think I should buy?"
"Well, I like that one becasue it looks so lifelike," said one of the coeds who was blonde, fit and all legs. "I can see why you need it, too. Your husband doesn't seem to be too well endowed."
"Oh it's not for me" Rebecca said. "It's for him."
The girls' mouths dropped when Rebecca told them Mark would be using the dildo.
"Wow, lady," said the red head. "If I were you, I'd take the larger one."
"What do you think Mark?" Rebecca said. "How well do you think this will fit in your ass?"
"Yeah, mister," one of the girls said. "If you like your ass stuffed so well, YOU should pick out your own."
Mark sort of pointed to one of the dildos but Rebecca insisted he speak up.
"I couldn't hear you Mark," she said. "You need to tell me what you want. Is this what you want? Read it to me."
Rebecca handed Mark the device.
"Black power," Mark started in a soft voice.
"You'll have to speak much louder Mark," Rebecca said. "The guys in the back can't hear a thing you're saying. And read the whole description on the box. If you're not loud enough, I'll just have to spank you here in front of all these people."
Mark recoiled at the idea of being spanked publicly so he decided to make sure his voice carried.
"Black Power," Mark yelled out. "Penetrate your lover with this realistic black cock dildo. The extra bulbous head is designed to please. When size matters, the Black Power cock is preferred by those who have anal or oral intentions."
The whole store was laughing and cheering as Mark described the dildo that would be used on him Friday night.
"OK honey, here's my credit card, go up to the counter and buy your black power friend," Rebecca said, slapping him smartly on the ass as he turned to go to the cashier.
"When I get married I want a husband like that," said the blonde coed.
Rebecca smiled and said, "Just keep looking honey, men are always letting their cocks do their thinking. In this case, Mark will be thinking with his new cock for awhile."
After Mark made his purchase, he and Rebecca left the store to more applause, Rebecca waving to the customers who would have quite a story to tell to their friends later on.
"You're such a nasty boy, Mark," Rebecca said as they drove home. "You must be a wimp to let me humiliate you so. But it's OK. I love you. And I love you even more for whoring me out Friday night. You'll see what a slut your wife really is."
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At exactly seven o’clock I rang the doorbell of my new slut’s nice suburban home. I looked around as I waited for dickie to answer the call. I still didn’t know if he would for sure put on the little present I got him. Looking around his neighborhood, I was sure the folks in the surrounding houses would be shocked to know about the dirty couple that lived in their midst.
The door opened rather tentatively. Though I could not see it I knew he had the outfit on; he was standing behind the door with just his head showing as he nervously said hello and asked me in.
“Sissy boy, that is no way to greet a guest! Step out from behind the door and greet me properly!” I commanded.
I thought he was going to cry as his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I stood there for a minute looking him up and down, hoping a neighbor might pass by walking a dog or something. Having no such luck and feeling a bit awkward myself hanging on the stoop, I stepped into the house and he quickly shut the door.
“Welcome to our home, Sir,” He said softly, clearly relieved his neighbors hadn’t seen him in his uniform.
“Thank you, you have done well so far pussy-boy,” I replied. “Now turn around and let me get a good look at you in your uniform. Do you like my gift?”
He turned around slowly as I requested, but did not answer my question. I quickly realized that he was going to need more training than I had thought. I slapped his ass hard.
“I asked you a question, bitch,” I barked.
He quickly answered me, telling me that he liked it very much. He took it upon himself to tell me how much Rebecca had enjoyed parading him around the sex shop in it also. I laughed out loud at the thought of him out in public in his sissy cuck uniform.
“Oh that is fucking delicious. You are a god-damned pussy boy,” I said between chuckles, “We are really going to have some fun tonight. Now go get that little slut you married so that I can get a look at what I am going to be fucking later.”
He ran off toward what I assumed was their bedroom and I took a seat in their nicely decorated living room. I found it very amusing that they had been living this nice normal suburban life up until his sweet little wife informed him that she needed a bigger cock in her cunt. I wondered if either of them truly realized what they were letting themselves in for. I knew from they way she talked on the phone that she was ready to give me whatever I wanted. He on the other hand was clearly a bit hesitant about the whole thing. I chuckled to myself has I thought about all of the possibilities.
The door opened rather tentatively. Though I could not see it I knew he had the outfit on; he was standing behind the door with just his head showing as he nervously said hello and asked me in.
“Sissy boy, that is no way to greet a guest! Step out from behind the door and greet me properly!” I commanded.
I thought he was going to cry as his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I stood there for a minute looking him up and down, hoping a neighbor might pass by walking a dog or something. Having no such luck and feeling a bit awkward myself hanging on the stoop, I stepped into the house and he quickly shut the door.
“Welcome to our home, Sir,” He said softly, clearly relieved his neighbors hadn’t seen him in his uniform.
“Thank you, you have done well so far pussy-boy,” I replied. “Now turn around and let me get a good look at you in your uniform. Do you like my gift?”
He turned around slowly as I requested, but did not answer my question. I quickly realized that he was going to need more training than I had thought. I slapped his ass hard.
“I asked you a question, bitch,” I barked.
He quickly answered me, telling me that he liked it very much. He took it upon himself to tell me how much Rebecca had enjoyed parading him around the sex shop in it also. I laughed out loud at the thought of him out in public in his sissy cuck uniform.
“Oh that is fucking delicious. You are a god-damned pussy boy,” I said between chuckles, “We are really going to have some fun tonight. Now go get that little slut you married so that I can get a look at what I am going to be fucking later.”
He ran off toward what I assumed was their bedroom and I took a seat in their nicely decorated living room. I found it very amusing that they had been living this nice normal suburban life up until his sweet little wife informed him that she needed a bigger cock in her cunt. I wondered if either of them truly realized what they were letting themselves in for. I knew from they way she talked on the phone that she was ready to give me whatever I wanted. He on the other hand was clearly a bit hesitant about the whole thing. I chuckled to myself has I thought about all of the possibilities.
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