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Female Domination

8/23/2006

I have had the most exciting year! I have had a fantasy revolving
around female domination, but my wife was never willing
to indulge in the
fantasy with me. Then my birthday came. At the end of the
day, Diane had
still not given me a present. When I went to get into bed,
I found a
brightly wrapped box sitting on my pillow. I opened it to
find a photo
album. Inside was a picture of Diane in a lacy white dress.
The lighting
was such that her silhouette was visible through her dress.


I was confused though since this was the only picture in
the album
although there were several empty pages. Just then Diane
came into the
bedroom wearing a very sexy teddy. She wished me "Happy
Birthday" and
then kissed me deeply. The kiss led to a leisurely session
of foreplay.
Some time later Diane climbed astride me and began to slowly
ride my cock.
She asked me if I had enjoyed my present. I told her that I
had, but
that I was wondering about the empty pages. Diane then informed
me that
there was a second part of the gift. She advised me that she
was now
willing to indulge in my female domination fantasy for
one year. This
news excited me and the rate of my thrusts increased making
my wife's ride
a bit bumpier. Diane told me that for the next year, I was
to act as her
sexual slave. She would decide when, where and how we had
sex. She would
determine when I could come. I was never to turn down any
sexual demand
of hers - no matter how outrageous. And finally, one night
a month, I was
to pick-up and take care of the kids while she went out on
the town. I
was not to ask her any questions about her evenings out and
on those
nights I would find a package containing additional photos
for my album.


Diane then said that if I broke any of her rules at any time,
that the
fantasy would immediately end and she would never indulge
my fantasy
again. She then asked if I was willing to accept the rest
of my present.
I yelled "Yes!" just as I exploded deep in her
pussy. "Great" she said,
"Now you can start being my slave and clean up your
mess." With that she
lifted herself from my cock and straddled my face. She had
shaved her
pussy a few days before and her slick cunt was wet and sticky
from our
combined juices. She rode my tongue and made me lap up my
come until she
had had two powerful orgasms.


I spent the next month learning my role as a sex slave. I learned
how to
eat pussy for hours on end and I became an expert at massage.
Then one
Friday afternoon I received a call from Diane. She told
me that I was to
take care of the kids and that she would be home later. She
also told me
that I would find an envelope of pictures under my pillow.
My cock
swelled in anticipation.


I got the kids fed, bathed and asleep in record time. I crawled
into bed
and opened the envelope. Inside was a picture of Diane in
the same white
dress that she had on in the first picture. However, in this
one she was
kissing a tall black man. His back was to the camera, but
I could clearly
see that his hand was inside the top of the dress and cupping
her left
breast. The picture was so exciting that despite my mistress'
strict
warning, I began to masturbate and quickly came all over
the sheet.


At about 2 a.m. I heard Diane's car pull into the garage.
She came into
the bedroom and when I told her I was awake she turned on the
light so I
could watch her undress. She took off her high heels. With
her back to
me, she slipped out of her dress to reveal that she was only
wearing a
garter belt and stockings! She came over to the side of the
bed and
placed a foot on the rail of the waterbed and slowly rolled
off her
stockings. First one leg and then the other. This put her
pussy only
inches away from me. She had begun to let her pubic hair grow
back and it
was now a nice downy patch around her pussy lips. Her pubic
hair was wet
and matted and the musky smell of sex permeated the air.
There was no
doubt that she had been freshly fucked.


As she undressed she asked how I had enjoyed the picture.
I told her
that it was great and then asked who the man was. She whirled
around and
slapped me hard across the face. "No questions are
allowed" she snarled.
Then she smiled, "I guess you can have one mistake,
but don't make it
again." She then climbed into bed and immediately
straddled my face. I
began to lick her slit and sample the salty taste of another
man's sperm
in her warm pussy. "His name is Steve" she whispered.
When she had had
an orgasm my wife rolled off my face and pointed to the wet
spot on the
sheet. She asked if I had masturbated and when I sheepishly
admitted that
I had, she said "Well, I hope it was good because you
won't have another
orgasm for a month!"


True to her word, one month later I still had not enjoyed
an orgasm.
She, however, had a very active month with nightly bouts
with one of her
vibrators or my nimble tongue. Again, I received a call
at work with my
wife advising me that she was again going out on the town.
Once the kids
were in bed I found my promised envelope and quickly opened
it. Inside
was a another picture of Diane and Steve. This time she was
facing the
camera with Steve standing behind her. Her dress was gone
and she was
wearing a matching white bra, garter belt and panties with
white
stockings. Her bra was half off and Steve was cupping her
breasts,
rolling her nipples between his fingers and nuzzling her
neck. From the
expression on her face she was clearly enjoying his attention.


I awoke when Diane kissed me at 3 a.m. She had already stripped
and
crawled into bed. The moment I saw her, my cock sprang to
attention. She
reached under the covers and felt my rigid cock. She smiled
and said, "I
see you were able to control yourself, so I guess you may
have a reward
tonight." She then arranged herself on top of me into
a sixty-nine
position. Her pussy was wet and salty and I knew that I was
licking
another man's come from her cunt. Diane said that she
would suck me, but
I was not to come in her mouth and was to give her plenty of
warning
before I came. Given my month of forced celibacy, I was ready
to shoot in
no time. I yelled that I was near and she rolled off me and
pushed my
legs up over my head. She then grabbed my cock and began pumping
it. I
shot what seemed like gallons of come all over my face. Laughing,
Diane
crawled to her side of the bed and went to sleep.


During the next month, I did something that caused her displeasure
which
resulted in her shaving my pubic hair and being refused
any sexual release
until it had grown back to her satisfaction. Thus, when
it came time for
her evening out, I had not enjoyed an orgasm for almost two
weeks. This
time my envelope seemed thicker and when I opened it four
photos tumbled
out. In all of the pictures, Diane was wearing nothing but
the garter
belt, hose and panties -- her bra was now gone. The first
picture showed
my wife ripping Steve's shirt open. Her arms were a
blur and some of the
buttons were caught in mid-flight. The second photo showed
off Steve's
flat stomach and muscled chest. Diane was pulling the remnants
of his
shirt off of his arms while sucking one of his nipples. In
the third
picture Steve's shirt was gone and Diane was reaching
for the buckle of
his belt. In the last photo Steve's pants were gone
and my wife was on
her knees before him, her hands tugging at the waist band
of his bikini
undershorts while she ogled the obvious bulge in his briefs.


At about 2 a.m. Diane arrived home. She stood over the bed
with a pair
of shiny handcuffs dangling from her finger. She ordered
me out of bed to
kneel at her feet. I immediately obeyed and she sat in a chair
and
removed her shoes. With her stockinged foot she tickled
my balls and cock
saying how pitiful I looked with my stubble of pubic hair.
With that she
proceeded to lock my hands behind my back with the handcuffs.
She then
piled all of the pillows into a mound on the bed. Stepping
out of her
dress she climbed on the bed and knelt over the mound of pillows.
In this
position her butt was raised up high and beautifully framed
by her
garters. She ordered me to climb on the bed and kneel behind
her.
Thinking that I was to be allowed to fuck her ass, I quickly
complied.
However, as I climbed on the bed, she reached up on the headboard
and
grabbed her six inch vibrator. She flicked it on and pushed
it into my
mouth. "Fuck my ass with this slave" she said
mockingly. I lowered my
head and pushed the phallus into her ass. Her rear passage
was already
wet and slick and she showed no pain or discomfort from the
penetration.
Clearly someone had recently plowed this passage! As I
worked her ass
with the vibrator, she reached for my photo album and began
to flip
through the pages. She began to taunt me by commenting on
Steve's ebony
body and muscular build. When she reached the last page
showing her
pulling down his briefs she giggled and said, "Just
wait until you see his
cock!" With that my cock erupted even though I had
not touched it. Diane
felt some of my come hit her leg and she laughed. She then
began pushing
her ass back against the vibrator and after a few minutes
she had a
satisfying orgasm. She pulled away from the vibrator and
took it from my
mouth. Then she pushed my face into the pool of sperm and
made me lick it
up. I spent the night in the handcuffs and she refused to
remove them
until the next morning -- after she had reshaved my pubic
hair!


I made a concerted effort to be especially attentive to
my wife's needs
and desires for the next month so that by the time her next
night out came
around my cock and balls were surround by a sparse growth
of hair. This
time the envelope only contained two photos. The first
showed Diane
pulling down Steve's underwear to reveal a long and
thick cock. In the
first picture his cock was only semi-erect, but still impressive.
The
second photo showed his cock fully erect at about eight
inches with my
wife on her knees licking it. After going another month
without coming,
it took a supreme effort of will and a fast cold shower to
keep from
spurting my load. At three a.m. my wife arrived home. The
first thing
she did was to check how hard my cock was to see if I had come
from
looking at her latest photos. When she was satisfied that
I had been good
she instructed me to kneel at the foot of her chair. She fastened
the
handcuffs on my wrists securing my hands behind my back.
Stripping off
her dress and damp panties she grabbed an eight inch vibrator
and sat in
front of me. She began to massage my cock and balls with her
stockinged
feet as she slid the pulsating vibrator into her pussy,
its swollen lips
gripping the pliable plastic. Warning that I was not to
come, she ordered
that I describe how beautiful Steve's cock was. I cannot
describe the
tension created by being forced to praise another man's
penis while a
beautiful woman caressed my engorged cock and balls with
the silk of her
stockings and watching her large vibrator stroking in
and out of her cunt,
already coated with juices that I knew were sperm. After
fifteen minutes
of this torture, my wife's feet fell from my cock and
she concentrated
solely on bringing herself to orgasm. Although I felt like
I had just run
a marathon, I had not come! Although I was pleased with my
performance,
Diane was not. She insisted that I had not been generous
enough in my
praise of Steve's cock. Although I begged and pleaded,
I went to bed that
night once again clean shaven.


After two months of tongue baths, massages, and utter devotion
to Diane
and with no relief for myself, my cock was super sensitive.
It was
constantly erect and threatened to explode at the slightest
stimulation --
just putting on my pants was a torture. Arriving home on
the appointed
night, I was surprised to find Diane's car parked in
the garage. Fearing
that she must be sick I hustled the kids inside, but found
no trace of
her. There was no note, but an envelope was neatly tucked
under my pillow
so I went through my normal evening routine. Once the kids
were asleep I
stripped and pulled the envelope from under my pillow.
Sitting on the bed
I ripped open the flap and discovered two pictures. The
first I expected.
It was a close-up of Diane on her knees with most of Steve's
cock stuffed
in her mouth. The second picture was a total surprise. It
was a close-up
which showed my wife kneeling and facing the camera. In
her right hand
she held Steve's erect penis and she was licking the
head of his cock. In
her left hand she was holding a stiff white penis and was
licking its head
at the same time! This new cock was also about eight inches
long, but not
as thick as Steves.


The moment I saw this second picture, my cock spurted its
load. The
first pulse sent a stream of come splashing against the
wall five feet
away! In seconds I was drenched in sperm. Although the relief
was
fantastic, I knew that I was in trouble.


I heard the bedroom door open at about 4 a.m. Diane stood
at the door
and switched on the light. She had a wry smile on her face
and walked to
the bed. Slowly she bent down to kiss me. As our lips touched,
she took
my head in her hands and held me tightly to her. I felt her
tongue brush
against my lips and I opened my mouth to accept her devilish
tongue.
Instead, a mouthful of come fell from her mouth and into
mine. I
instantly realized that she had blown her lover (or lovers)
just before
coming into the house. Knowing that her sexual act had taken
place right
outside the front door and only seconds before seeing me
excited me beyond
belief and for the second time that night, my cock erupted
without being
touched. Diane laughed at my predicament. "I'll
have to tell Dave how
much you like his come!" she taunted. Then she went
into the bathroom and
returned with my razor. Handing it to me she said, "You
may come back to
bed when you're baby smooth again." As I took
the razor and headed for
the shower she called after me, "Be sure you don't
cut off anything
important!" and laughing, crawled into bed and quickly
fell asleep.


A month later found me opening an envelope which contained
three photos.
The first showed Diane on her hands and knees sucking on
Steve's cock with
Dave kneeling behind her and literally ripping her panties
off of her.
The second shot showed her still sucking Steve's cock,
but now Dave's cock
was buried in her pussy. The last photo was a close-up of
her face. She
was drenched with come, some splattered in her hair and
some dripping from
her lips. The photo also showed the end of Steve's cock
and come was
dripping from it as well.


That morning, Diane had made a point of having me fetch a
pair of panties
for her. I knew, therefore, that she had left for work that
morning
wearing a pair of blue bikini panties. I learned the purpose
of this show
when Diane strolled in at about 1 a.m. She let her dress fall
to the
floor as she walked into the bedroom leaving her in nothing
but her garter
belt, hose and high heels. Kicking off her shoes she climbed
on top of me
and lowered her dripping cunt to my mouth. Without saying
a word she
began to ride my tongue. She rubbed her pussy back and forth
across my
chin which often made my tongue slip from her pussy and brush
her asshole.
Both her pussy and ass were slick with sperm. When she finally
came, she
rolled off of me and retrieved her purse. Reaching inside
she pulled out
her blue panties. Holding them gingerly, it was plain to
see that they
had been ripped and torn and the waistband had been broken.
Climbing back
on the bed, Diane wrapped the panties around my cock and
began to
masturbate me. With her permission, I came in the panties.
She milked me
dry and used the panties to soak up all of the sperm. She pushed
the
panties into my mouth and then went to sleep.


The next month's packet of pictures contained a picture
of Diane cleaning
the come from Steve's cock. The second photo was a close-up
of her ass
showing come dripping from her pussy and a glob of sperm
spurting from the
end of Dave's prick and headed for her ass.


Diane didn't come home until 9 a.m. the next morning.
She strolled in
with a wistful smile on her face. She greeted the children,
gave me a
deep kiss while discreetly squeezing my cock. She said
she needed some
sleep and headed toward the bedroom. As she walked down
the hall, I saw
that the juices from her pussy were literally running down
her legs!


During the next week my wife told me that Dave had the ability
to prolong
his own orgasm which enabled him to give her multiple orgasms
every time
he fucked her. She decided that I needed to learn this technique
and
proceeded on a training regimen. After achieving one or
two orgasms from
my tongue or from one of her vibrators, Diane would then
have me fuck her
in a position of her choosing. I was not to come until she
had granted
her permission. If I was unable to wait until her command,
then the next
evening, instead of enjoying intercourse, I would be required
to
masturbate while looking through my photo album and the
moment I started
to come, Diane would begin to spank me with a leather paddle.
Toward the
end of the month, I was actually making some progress in
my self-control.


On the Friday that I was expecting my wife to announce her
next escapade,
the city was having a terrible rainstorm. I was awaiting
her usual
telephone call and was, therefore, surprised when the
receptionist buzzed
my office and told me Diane was in the lobby. I went to the
lobby and
greeted her with a chaste kiss. She had on her London Fog
raincoat that
was buttoned tightly. She told me that she was going out
and instructed
me on what to fix the kids for dinner. I was still confused
as to why she
had decided to deliver her message in person. I walked her
to the
elevator and kissed her good-bye. She stepped into the
empty elevator and
as the doors began closing she opened her coat to show that
all she was
wearing were her shoes!


A few hours later I was opening another envelope to find
one picture.
Diane was laying on a table. The photo was taken at the end
of the table
so her pussy was in the foreground and her head in the background
of the
picture. She was still dressed in only her high heels, garter
belt and
hose. Steve and Dave were on either side of the table sucking
on her
tits. Her legs were spread wide and there was the hand of
a third man
fingering her pussy.


I awoke when the lights suddenly came on. It was 3 a.m. and
Diane was
standing at the door, still in her raincoat. She ordered
me out of bed
and used her handcuffs to secure my hands behind my back.
She then got a
scarf and used it to blindfold me. Pushing me into a chair
I heard her
unbuttoning her coat and letting it fall to the floor. She
grabbed my
cock and her soft caress quickly brought it to a full erection.

Straddling me she slid down on to my shaft. Her pussy was
wet and sloshy
from her lovers' come. She pulled my head to her breasts
and told me to
lick just her nipples. I dutifully complied as she began
to slide up and
down my cock. After a few minutes she untied the blindfold
and let it
fall away. I had continued to lick her nipples so my eyes
were only
inches from her breasts. Her breasts were covered with
small, purple
hickeys! The sight was so exciting that I came without her
permission.
After having me lick my come - and that of her lovers - from
her pussy,
she told me that I would have to pay for my transgression.


The next day my wife made a phone call and said that she would
be going
shopping later. About an hour later the phone rang and she
answered it
and had a quick conversation. Hanging up the phone, she
grabbed her purse
and went into the garage calling back over her shoulder,
"Don't wait up!"
Although I heard the garage door open and close, I didn't
hear her car
starting. A few minutes later I checked the garage and saw
that her car
was still parked there. My cock swelled at the idea of my
wife out on
another adventure.


At midnight I awoke as my naked wife was climbing onto my
face. She had
a powerful orgasm as I licked her pussy clean. Rolling off
of me, she
gave me a paper bag and ordered me to open it. Inside I found
a leather
hood which would completely cover the eyes and ears of the
wearer leaving
only an opening for the mouth, a ball gag and an eight inch
plastic dildo
which ended in a studded mound which was clearly meant to
rest against a
woman's vagina. The fake cock was attached to a harness
to fasten it
around a woman's waist. My wife ordered me to fetch
my handcuffs and some
K-Y Jelly. She fastened my hands behind my back and inserted
the ball gag
in my mouth. Ordering me to kneel on the bed, she then took
her time
stepping into the harness and adjusting the fake cock.
A few minutes
later she climbed on the bed and I learned what it felt like
to be fucked
up the ass. She continued humping me until we had both come.
She pulled
out of my ass and I fell forward in a lump. She let me sleep
with the
handcuffs and ball gag in place. During the next month,
Diane fucked me
with her fake cock at least ten times. She insisted that
I prolong my
orgasm until given permission and failure meant an immediate
spanking. By
the end of the month, I was finally getting some small measure
of control.


Our anniversary was at the end of the month and we made plans
to go out
to dinner alone on that night with a close friend of Diane's
baby-sitting
the kids. I was quite surprised though to find an envelope
tucked under
my pillow the night before our date. I asked Diane why I was
getting the
pictures before her night out and she just said, "Some
things came up."


With my wife looking on, I opened the envelope to discover
three
pictures. Diane was still lying on the table attired in
her high heels,
garter belt and hose. Steve and Dave were still sucking
her tits, but the
third man's hand was now lathering her pussy. The second
photo showed the
third man's hands shaving her pussy with a straight
razor; one hand
holding the lips of her vagina taut while the other wielded
the razor.
The final photograph showed the third man with his head
buried between her
thighs, lapping at her pussy while Steve and Dave continued
to feast on
her nipples. It was now possible to tell that this third
man was also
black and that he had a thick beard. My wife smiled broadly
as I ogled
the pictures and told me that the new man was "Big Bad
John." Although I
was very excited, Diane refused to engage in any sex and
instead insisted
that we both go to sleep in order to conserve our strength
for the next
evening.


The next night, we both dressed up for our anniversary dinner.
Diane's
friend, Gail, arrived to take care of the kids. Diane had
been telling
her of the advantages of female domination and trying to
convince her to
put her own husband under strict female control. Every
time she would
look at me she would laugh and when no one was within earshot
she taunted
me by asking, "How long as it been since your little
pecker got some
pussy?"


We finally got away from Gail and left for our evening together.
I
thought we were going to a restaurant downtown, so I was
surprised when my
wife pulled the car into a nearby resort. We ate a very nice
meal in
their lounge, but as we were leaving my wife led me to the
elevators. We
went to an upper floor and walked down the hall. Producing
a room key, we
entered a guest room. The room contained the usual table,
chairs and
desk/dresser combination. It also had two king-sized
beds. On one of the
beds was a small over-night case.


Diane ushered me into the room and shut the door behind us.
She ordered
me to remove my jacket and then to take off my pants, undershorts,
shoes
and socks. She made it clear that I was to leave my shirt on.
As I
complied with her directions, Diane stripped down to a
very sexy dark blue
teddy. Diane opened the over-night case and pulled out
her handcuffs.
Securing my hands behind my back, she ordered me to kneel
in the middle of
one of the beds. Taking the pillows from the bed, she piled
them under my
stomach, raising my naked ass high in the air.


Reaching into the small suitcase again she pulled out her
fake cock.
Unsnapping the crotch of her teddy, she stepped into the
harness and
adjusted the base of the dildo against her golden pussy
and pulled the
straps tight. With the dildo jutting from her crotch, she
reached into
the bag again and brought out a tape player with headphones.
She put the
headphones on my head and adjusted the small speakers over
my ears. Once
again she reached into the bag and pulled out the ball gag
and the leather
hood. She quickly shoved the ball gag in my mouth and then
pulled the
hood over my head.


Suddenly, my ears were filled with the sounds of a loud,
heavy-metal
band! With the hood over my head, I couldn't see anything
and between the
hood and the music blaring in my ears, I could not hear anything.
I had
no way of knowing where my wife was or what she was doing.


After a few minutes, I felt the bed shift and then her cock
was pushing
into my ass. She pounded into my behind with a fury and my
own cock
swelled. Fearing her certain reprisal for coming without
permission, I
fought to control my impending orgasm. Luckily, she ceased
her assault on
my poor ass. With her fake cock still imbedded in my ass,
she held
perfectly still. When I had regained my composure, she
began sliding in
and out of my behind with slow, rhythmic strokes. Soon,
I was once again
on the verge of orgasm. And once more she stopped moving
just in time.
This starting and stopping continued for over an hour.
At the end, I was
a quivering mass. My shirt was soaked with sweat. I had been
successful
in delaying my orgasm, but I would have killed to be able
to come at that
moment.


Finally, the cock was removed from my behind and I felt her
get off the
bed. A few minutes later, the bed shifted again and someone
got on the
bed in front of me. I had assumed that my wife was on the bed
in front of
me, but the ball-gag was removed and my mouth was pulled
to a woman's
pussy. I recognized the taste of sperm in the woman's
slit, but this
pussy was clean shaven, so I knew it must belong to some other
woman.


The woman I was licking began to come. She pulled my face
deep between
her legs and clamped her thighs around my head, her hips
bucking and
pushing my tongue deeper and deeper into her cunt. When
her orgasm
subsided, she released her hold on my head. The music was
finally shut
off and the ringing in my ears slowly faded. The woman then
removed the
hood.


Sitting before me was my wife! Her legs were spread wide,
her pubic hair
gone and the lips of her vagina swollen and gaping open.
Even with all of
the licking and sucking that I had done, sperm was still
dripping from her
cunt. A quick glance around the room showed that the other
bed had been
used by several people although we were clearly alone now.
My gaze
finally came to rest on my wife who was smiling lewdly. As
it slowly
dawned on me that one of my wife's lovers had been fucking
my ass while my
wife had her pussy shaved and then fucked in the other bed,
my cock
erupted in a tremendous orgasm. The strength of the orgasm
was
unbelievable, almost causing me to black out. Laughing
at my
transgression, Diane turned over and presented me with
a view of her ass
which was also coated with come. Without waiting for her
command, I
drilled my tongue into her ass sucking the come out of her
rear passage.


When Diane was finally sated, she went into the bathroom
and took a
shower, leaving me still shackled and kneeling on the bed.
When she was
done, she came back in the room, dressed, and reapplied
her make-up. When
she was all ready, she unlocked the handcuffs and told me
to get dressed
and packed up and she would see me in the car in five minutes.
I am just
glad that no one I knew saw me rushing through the hotel lobby
-- I'm sure
I must have made a frightening sight in my condition.


When we got home, my wife asked Gail to help her with my punishment
for
coming without permission. With Gail looking on, I was
ordered to strip
and then bring them my razor and shaving cream. The headphones
and hood
were then put on me and my hands again locked behind my back.
I was
pushed onto the bed and the music began blaring in my ears
(apparently so
Diane could tell Gail all about her evening without my hearing
the
details). Then Gail's hairy pussy was straddling
my face and I ate her
cunt as she and Diane shaved my pubic hair.


I didn't get any sexual release for the next month and
Diane spent most
of her free time tutoring Gail in the finer points of female
domination.
Then one Friday morning my wife left for work telling me
not to wait up
for her. That evening I found my envelope under my pillow.
Unlike the
earlier envelopes, this one had "Big Bad John"
written across it. Inside
were six pictures. The first showed Diane licking and stroking
a HUGE
cock. It looked like a huge, black pole. Diane later bragged
that it was
almost eleven inches long and as big around as her wrist!
The second
picture showed her trying to stuff the cock in her mouth.
It was so large
though that she was only able to get her lips around the head
of the cock.
The third picture showed Diane on her back with Steve and
Dave holding
her legs spread far apart and pulled up over her head. Diane's
hands were
pulling her vagina open and John's cock head was rubbing
against her
gaping hole. The next picture showed John's cockhead
pushing into her
cunt. The fifth picture showed about half of John's
cock in her pussy.
The final picture showed John lying on his back with Diane
sitting astride
him -- his entire cock buried to the hilt in her cunt -- with
Diane
clearly experiencing a powerful orgasm.


Diane showed up about noon the next day. She went right to
bed and slept
until about four in the afternoon. When I went into see her,
she threw
back the sheet to show that sperm was still leaking from
her well-fucked
pussy. That night, Diane let me fuck her. Usually her pussy
fits snugly
around my cock, but that night her pussy was still so stretched
that my
cock thrashed loosely in her cunt. Even without the snug
fit of her
pussy, the thought of those pictures made me erupt within
a few minutes.


Last month, my wife once again called on a Friday afternoon
to tell me to
take care of the kids. This was the beginning of a three-day
weekend.
That night I found my promised envelope. Inside were four
photographs.
The first showed Diane sitting astride John with his cock
completely
buried in her pussy. Steve was fucking her in the ass and
she was deep
throating Dave. The second picture showed her face drenched
with Dave's
come. The third picture showed Steve's prick spurting
come all over her
ass. The final picture showed her pussy just inches above
John's erect
cock. His cock was slick with her juices. Her pussy was coated
with
sperm and a huge glob of come was falling from her shaved
pussy. Just
then the phone rang. I answered it, but it was a few seconds
before Diane
greeted me. Over the phone I could hear loud slurping sounds
as well as
guttural moans. Then Diane asked if I liked my present and
she told me
that she would be gone for the entire weekend and that she
would see me
Tuesday evening. As she spoke to me, she was gasping and
panting and I
knew that she was being fucked while she was talking to me
on the phone.
At the end I heard another woman's voice scream out,
"Harder! Fuck me
harder!" Diane chuckled and between moans told me
to call Gail's husband
and tell him the same message. As the line went dead, I began
stroking my
cock. I knew Diane would punish me anyway, so I looked through
my album
and masturbated throughout the entire weekend.


The photos from this last envelope filled the last of the
empty pages in
the album. My birthday is next week and I can't wait
to see what this
years present will be!

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Very nice! I loved your story and hope your continue with
revealing what your next birthday present will be.

8/23/2006

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yeh.. thats the way to treat man scum


pity she had to use other man scum to do it, tho

8/25/2006