the immortal

** warning: the never ending very hard core fetish saga of a womanizer turned suck slave. very hard core and not for the faint hearted, the squeamish, or the prudish. Definately adult content, sex (blowjobs-swallowing-bondage) and violence
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contents:
Part-1-of-10...the beginning
Part-2-of-10...the box
Part-3-of-10...the client
Part-4-of-10...the persian
Part-5-of-10...the peeping tom
Part-6-of-10...mugged
Part-7-of-10...knight templar.
Part-8-of-10...the femininization
Part-9-of-10
**latest post**.Part-10-of-10
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The Immortal
Part-1-of-10
The Beginning
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How I went from being a womanizer who’d screwed over 500-women to being on my knees sucking dicks through a glory hole is a long and I suppose an interesting story, a story that can be summed up in one word, immortal. Yes, like my ancestors, Connor and Duncan MacLeod I’m an immortal. Immortals have always been around living Unnoticed among everyday humanity. No one knows how they came to be. They simply are. Immortals are born just like ordinary mortals. They are men and women from every background and every walk of life. They come in all shapes and sizes. Immortals are born just like ordinary human beings but they are not.
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. Connor MacLeod ...Duncan MacLeod ...
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At some point, the immortal dies a violent death. That is the First Death. From that moment on, the blossoming immortal is forever changed. The blossoming immortal person can no longer grow old or get sick. He or she gains the ability to heal rapidly from any injury. An ability that I didn’t discover until later was the ability to orgasm several times in a very short time span and to recover an erection very quickly. The blossoming immortal also has the ability to sense when others of his kind are around. Immortals can live forever. The only way that an immortal can die is for his head to be cut off. Once that happens, the immortal's life force, also known as the Quickening, is released. The Second Death is final.
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My death was the result of a car wreck when I was in my late 30s. Besides making me live forever, becoming an immortal awaken a side of me that I’d always repressed, my feminine side. In the tradition of the immortals an immortal stepped forward and became my teacher. During the next year he taught me the ways of the immortals and the skills of a swordfighter. Because of prior training in my youth from someone that I now suspect was an immortal, and a natural skill I became one of the most accomplished sword fighters the world had ever seen. Besides swordsmanship, he also saw that I learn boxing but ju jitsu, Brazilian ju jitsu, and Israeli Krav Maga styles of martial arts. By the time my teacher and I separated, I’d slew 16-immortals. Thinking that because I was new and inexperienced that when my teacher left I’d be vulnerable, I was attacked by a dozen more immortals during that first year. With each kill I absorbed became not only the power of my attacker, but the combined power of all his kills as well, after that I’d become the scourge of the rest of the immortals and they avoided me rather than sought me out for battle.
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During my training period I’d been so busy to think of sex so even though it had been awakened, I was still suppressing my feminine side. During my training I slew Then after my teacher left, for about six months, even though I was more than just mildly curious, I thought it was just a passing phase and that if I ignored it, it would go away. Wrong, instead of diminishing my curiosity grew. By then I realized that it wasn’t just a phase and just how anxious I was to act on these new urges and to actually suck another guy’s dick. I couldn't believe how comfortable I was with this realization.  Even though I was ready to suck a dick, I had always messed with girls so I had no idea how to make it happen. As I studied on the problem my curiosity continued to grow.  First, I tried placing ads in a couple of national magazines that I like to read.  Since I wasn’t sure what I was doing, I advertised for a bisexual couple.  I guess I thought that having a girl there would make things easier. I even got a couple of responses.  One was even from a couple in Joshua. But neither response ever resulted in a meeting. 
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From there I put on my pair of very sexy pair of burgundy panties and hit the gay bars. The gays were all friendly, but I didn’t fit in. Consequently I didn't have any better luck there either.  By this time I was becoming obsessed by the idea of sucking a dick. My curiosity was so great that I thought my head was going to explode if I didn't hurry up and suck a dick.  I’d even dropped in to the porno bookstores hoping that some thing would happen. But, I had no luck there either.
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One Saturday, I’d caught an early movie. Even though I didn't expect to have any luck, I decided to try the porno bookstores again before I headed back home. The most convenient one was the XXX bookstore.  As I secretly check out the gay magazines, I noticed that a couple of guys bought some tokens and went through a curtain into another room.  When I ask the clerk what was back there, he said individual viewing booths.  They were small rooms, hardly more than a closet, with a chair and a TV that had over two-dozen different channels showing adult movies. All you had to do was drop in tokens and sit back and enjoy the movie. I thought what the hell, so I bought some tokens and headed back there. I couldn't believe what a smelly, sleazy place the viewing booth area was. I learned later that the oppressive odor was the smell of testosterone and sweat mingled with fear. Fearfully, I quickly grabbed a booth. As I dropped a token in the slot, I noticed that there was a big hole cut through the wall.  As soon as the movie came on I started switching channels, until I found a movie with 2-big macho guys playing with each other’s dicks. I was astonished as I sat there staring at the screen. I was so naïve that I never even dreamed that gay porno movies like that even existed. I’d been curious for so long that I couldn’t help wishing that I could trade places with the guy that was down on his knees sucking the others big hard dick.                
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As I watched the movie, I heard the door of the next booth open and close. Without thinking I leaned over and peeked through the hole. All I could see a guy’s hand fondling his crotch. As surprised as I was, I couldn't help hoping that he would masturbate so that I could see his dick. He didn't masturbate, but I did get my wish. When he took his dick out, instead of masturbating, he held it toward the hole so that I could get a good look at it.              
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It was then that I remember reading that these holes were called 'Glory Holes' and they were there so a guy could stick his dick through it, so a guy in the other booth could suck. I even remembered the signal if you wanted to do the sucking. You laid your index finger in the ‘hole’ and then, if the other guy was interested in being sucked off he would stick his dick through.
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I found myself at a cross road, there in the next booth was a guy that could satisfy my curiosity.  A curiosity that was so strong that it had been eating me up for over a year. The question was did I really want to go through with this. This was a really traumatic decision for me. Even though it was a step that once taken, could never be untaken, I reminded myself that it was a step that not only did I want to take, but needed to take. My hand shook, with a combination of excitement and fear, as I slowly place my finger in the hole.
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The other guy wasn’t restrained by my fears because he had his dick in the ‘hole’ so quick that he almost laid it on my finger. As a novice I had no idea what I was supposed to do, so I touched it. I couldn’t believe the feel. Even soft, it radiated both power and heat. It seemed to be a separate enmity from the rest of his body as it pulsed with a life all its own. I played with it for a while, and then eventually I got up the nerve to ease back its foreskin and kiss its head. After a couple kisses, I slip it head between my lips. And, guess what. Nothing happened. Nada, Zip. All the preachers in the world were wrong.  Not only did the sky not fall on me, but also lightening didn’t even strike me. Because I was a beginner I was pretty inept but at last I managed to make him cum.  It had a salty taste and felt all slimy as it oozed over my tongue and down my throat. It was my first taste of man cum 'straight from tap' and I loved it.                                          
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From that first taste of cum I was a cum slut. I became obsessed with sucking dicks. (For you guys that would like to know what cum tastes like, and I know you have thought about it, here is the recipe that can best equate the taste. Stir in two tablespoons of cornstarch into one ounce of very warm water. This is the thickening agent. You can also use arrowroot. Stir in one heaping teaspoon of salt along with two tablespoons of Clorox. Bottoms up) Discovering that I was a queer and how much fun it was to suck dicks was so stupendous. It was as if I had to make up for all the years that I was in denial, I could get enough dicks.
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As an immortal I was immune to disease so I had no worry about Aid or any other STD. My only fear about being queer was public disclosure, fear that my friends and family would find out and hold it against me. Because I thought no one knew who I was, for the next year I spent every free minute I had down on my knees in a viewing booths happily sucking dicks, I suppose that I thought I was invisible when I came and went. I look back now and I realize now what a fool I was. I had no idea at the number of predators that lurked around the place preying on naïve beginners like me. Because I somehow got the idea that if I was in a booth with a glory hole that I was obligated to suck anything that was stuck through the hole, you wouldn’t believe the number or the variety of dicks I sucked that first year. Once word got around that I’d suck anything, undesirables came out of woodwork and fed me their dicks. I sucked both cut and un-cut dicks; fat dicks skinny dicks, long dicks and short dicks. I sucked clean dicks and I sucked sweaty dicks, dicks that smelled like they hadn’t been washed for a week, dicks tasted like pee. There were also a couple of old men who couldn’t get an erection but if I worked long enough could still cum.
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The nastiest dick that I ever sucked was a filthy lice infested homeless person. Of course I didn’t see him until he came out of the booth, and by then it was too late, I’d already sucked him off. When he stuck his uncut dick through the hole it had such a disgusting dead fish and urine smell that he took my breath away. When I pulled his foreskin back there was nasty white crude (smegma) caked up around the head area and under the lose skin. It was fucking disgusting. It was all I could do to take in my mouth and suck it. Also he had the most the vilest disgusting tasting cum that I’d ever had in my mouth.
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About a week later the homeless guy caught me getting out of my car in the parking lot and made me follow him into the woods behind the bookstore and suck his dick again. While I was sucking it, he told me that a couple of guys wondered just how depraved I was so they’d paid him to see if I’d suck his dick. He caught me a couple of times over the next two months and took me into the woods. Each time making me pull back the foreskin and lick his disgusting dick clean before I sucked it. I’d managed to elude him for over two months, before he finally caught up with me. I had just knelt down when I felt it. "EEE!" he yelled as he lunged forward, the tip of his blade cutting through the bush harmlessly as I rolled to the side. Rising to my feet, I pulled a 1000-year-old katana, a souvenir from one of my earlier victories from under my coat and stood my ground, my stance ready.
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Then I easily parried blow after blow from my assailant. I calmly watched the sweat bead on his face as he raised his broadsword and run towards me, obviously hoping his larger size would be helpful in defeating me. Bracing for impact, I effortlessly swiped the offending sword to the side.  As the blade was deflected away from me, loosing none of its momentum it hit the homeless guy, severing his head from his body.
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The clash of our blades seemed to continue forever. As I circled my opponent I watched with satisfaction as the man finally began to tire.  The sweat pouring from him made his grip on his temper slip, causing him take foolish chances.
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"You should just give up now, you’re no match for me," I taunted, enjoying the play of fear crossing his features as he assessed what his chances were of living another day.
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"I've evaded you so far. Perhaps it is you who is no match for me!" he snarled as he lunged, his sword barely clipping the tail of my coat before embedding the tip in a tree and snapping the blade in two. Growling, he turned and swiped high with the broken blade, hoping to catch my throat. But he spun too far and soon found himself on the flat of his back staring up at the point of my sword. He screamed and I felt the flesh of my knee tear as my unknown assailant made one last attempt at defeating me and lost. As I plunged my sword through the man's belly he let out a roar of pain. Stepping back, I swung my sword again, this time separating his head from his body.
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Immediately my universe was torn apart by the quickening. The dead man had little power so the tremors of the quickening subsided quickly and along with it, the wound in my leg. Not to be robbed of an evening of pleasure, I slipped my new broadsword and my katana under my coat and strolled into the bookstore as if nothing had happened.
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When I first started sucking dicks, like all good-old-southern white boys, I was a racist bastard and drew the line on dark meat. Drew the line that is until that fatal night when my lust betrayed me. One evening after I’d been sucking dicks for about a month, things were so slow that I was sitting in a booth actually watching the movie. When I heard someone enter the adjoining booth, I leaned over and looked through the hole to see who it was. All I could see was a huge un-cut black dick. The black bastard was already holding it toward the hole so that I'd know that he wanted it sucked. I thought to myself, "Does this fucking nigger think a southern white boy like me is going to suck his black dick?" It was my intention to jump up in ‘righteous indignation’ and storm out of the booth. But, for some reason I couldn’t seem to tear my eyes from the hole.  His dick was so big and black that I was awe struck. I had never seen anything like it before in my life. Like the first dick that I tried to suck, it was pulsing with a life of its own.
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To this day I don't know how it got there, but when I looked down my finger was in the hole, signaling that I wanted to suck it. When, in response to my finger, the nigger stuck his dick was in the hole, I couldn’t believe the raw power and the heat that I could feel radiating from it. As I leaned forward my face was so close that I could see the blood throbbing through the rope like veins that lined its ten-inch length. The golf ball size head looked like a huge purple plum peeking out of its coal black foreskin. My hand still had a mind of its own; my mind screamed no, as I helplessly reached out and touched it with one finger. When I bravely wrapped my hand around it, it felt like a piece of flesh-covered steel.
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As I slid helplessly off the seat and down to my knees, I thought, “OK, maybe I’ll play with it a little bit, while I get a better look at it, but there's no way in hell that I'm I going to suck a fucking nigger's dick.” It was so alive that I could feel its heat on my face, as I leaned forward and inhaled its wild untamed earth aroma.  I could feel my eyes glazing over with lust, as I eased back its foreskin and touched its dark purple shaped head to my lips. I had to open my mouth so wide to get its big head between my lips and into my mouth, that I almost had to un-hinge my jaw.          
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Even with both hands wrapped around the base, I still had more than a mouth full of black dick to suck. I almost couldn’t contain my excitement as I simultaneously stroke it with my hand and slowly worked my moist mouth up and down its length. Even with my mouth full, I still couldn’t believe that I was sucking a nigger’s dicks. What was worse, I was enjoying it. Still trying to retain a shred of southern dignity, I thought to myself, "I may be sucking his black dick, but there was no way that I was going to let him cum in my mouth." I might have been thinking no, no, but the nigger had other ideas. His balls suddenly clinched up and his dick swelled even fatter. At that point, my mouth was so full that I couldn’t have gotten his dick out of my mouth, even if I’d tried.
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When his balls exploded, scalding hot nigger cum spewed into my mouth like lava out of a volcano. When he erupted, I was on a backstroke and my lips were wrapped around the base of his dickhead, so I felt the full force of his gooey cum crashing against the back of my throat as it gushed into my mouth and oozed over my tongue and down my throat.
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I couldn't believe how much fun that I was having kneeling there with the nigger's dick in my mouth and swallowing his huge load of hot cum. By all rights my life should have been at an all time low. In the last month I'd turned queer and started sucking dicks. To make matters worse I was sucking a nigger's dick. By southern Bible belt standards being a queer was an abomination, but sucking a nigger's dick was about as low as white boy you could sink. But, as I knelt there slurping up nigger cum, I didn't care what southern Baptists thought. All I knew was that I was sucking a big black nigger dick and loving every minute of it.   
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As my popularity grew predators started taking me up the street to a by the hour motel and making me their bitch. It was one of these guys who invited me to a theater in the back of a bookstore up the street from my glory holes.  The other bookstore was a dingy little porno bookstore where I bought my gay magazines. Although I’d never been in it, I knew that there was a porno theater was located in the back. I was still extremely naïve back in those days, and it embarrassed me to be seen buying queer magazines so I would try to slip in without being seen. Then I’d always try to check out when there was no one else at the counter but the clerk. You can imagine how embarrassed I was to be buying a ticket and entering such a sleazy porno theater. As I moved down the darkened aisle trying to find a seat, I felt like I had queer written on my forehead in big red letters and that everyone in the theater was looking at me and knew that I was a ’queer’ and that I was there to suck dicks. When I sat down, I looked behind me and saw a guy playing with exposed dick. When he caught me looking at him I was so embarrassed that I scrunched down in my seat so no one could see me.
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In a few minutes I felt someone sit down beside me. Without turning my head I glanced over and saw it was the guy from the viewing booths. As I sat there staring at the screen, he reached over, un-zipped my pants, took my cock out, and started stroking it. Instead of sucking me off, he jacked me off. After he made me cum, I looked around and discovered that several guys had moved over and was watching him jack me off. With a beet red face, I leaped up and fled the theater. On the way home I vowed that I never go back there, I’d stick with the viewing booths where no one could see me.   
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My vow didn’t last long. After I thought about the situation, I realized that sure everybody in the place knew that I was a queer and that I was there to suck dick. I also realized that there was nothing to be ashamed of, because that was why they were there too.  They were there either to suck a dick themselves or to get their dick sucked.  So, the next weekend, there I was again, walking down the dark aisle looking for a seat. I’ll admit that I was still a little apprehensive but not nearly as embarrassed as I’d been the last time.  
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Grabbing a seat, I glanced to my left and saw a young Hispanic guy playing with himself. Instead of being embarrassed that I caught him, he smiled and held his dick towards me as if inviting me to suck it for him.  His brazenness was so embarrassing that I leaped up and moved to a seat on the back row. It wasn’t but a couple of minutes, before the Hispanic guy passed by me on his way towards the exit. I couldn’t believe it, but his pants were still un-zipped and his dick was hanging out. When I didn’t hear the exit door open and close, I looked over my shoulder to see what the problem was. Instead of leaving, the guy was leaning against the wall right behind me and still playing with his dick.
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When he caught me looking he waved it toward me again. In embarrassment I scrunched down in my seat and stared blank eyed at the screen. I felt something behind me, so I looked back over my shoulder. When I turned my head the Hispanic guy was standing so close that the head of his dick was only about two or three inches from my face. I was so shocked that my mouth dropped open. Before I could close it, the Hispanic guy grabbed my hair and feed me his dick. Once he had it was in my mouth, I had no choice but to suck it for him. Judging by the way he grabbed the sides of my head and started hunching, I think he liked my mouth. It wasn’t long until his balls burst, filling my mouth with his hot gooey cum and naturally he didn't let go of my hair until I swallowed every last drop. Then he casually zipped his pants and left off.
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When I turned back around in my seat, I was shocked to discover that there was a white guy standing right in front of me with his pants down around his knees and his big dick hanging out. Like the Hispanic guy, without a work he pulled me forward and feed me his dick. As I closed my lips around it, he pulled me off my seat and down on my knees. As I knelt there sucking his dick, I glanced out of the corner of my eyes and saw that everyone in the theater was crowding around so that they could watch me sucking dicks. Even as embarrassment reddened my face, I realized that I was getting a little turned on by the all the attention. When I finished off the white guy, I looked up and a black guy was taking his place. By then I knew what I was doing, so he didn’t have to feed me his dick. I grabbed it and feed it to myself.                             
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Before they let me up off my knees I’d jack off two guys and sucked off six more. I would have sucked off the two that I jacked off, but they didn’t want to be sucked off.  I had to laugh at the last two guys that I sucked off. They walked into the theater, took one look at what was going on, and got into line.  They may have been expecting to get their dicks sucked while they were there, but not that quick or that easy.  Neither one of them seemed to mind though.
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I stuck around about thirty more minutes and managed to suck a couple of more dicks. Then with a very smug look on my face and a belly full of cum I headed homes.  I’d always associated the term ‘pulling a train’ to a girl taking on several guys one right after another, and that it was usually meant as a derogator remark to show what a slut she was. Now that I’d ‘pulled a train’ I knew that it also applied to queers. After all we could be just as big, if not bigger sluts than a mere girl.
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Once I discovered the theater I was such an exhibitionist I practically lived there. I was going in so often that the clerks were starting to look at me funny. I stop in on the way to work so I could suck a little public dick. From Friday night to Sunday night was in there night and day.  I’d go in Saturday morning and either suck or jack off everyone in the place. Then I go to lunch and come back and do it again. I’d only leave to go eat. I couldn’t believe how much dick I was getting to suck or jack off.                  
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The Immortal
Part-2-of-10
The Box
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When I changed jobs and had to move took me away from the adult bookstores, so I switched to the Internet to find dicks to suck. Because I lived alone and could entertain I had a parade of married guys parading through my bedroom. At this point I had a streak of good luck, between a substantial inheritance and the proceeds from sell my company, I found myself quite well off financially. Not being a gambler and not wanting to be at the mercy of the stock market, I had my money manager invest in guaranteed government bonds, CDs, and the likes. The interest on these investments was more than sufficient to maintain my life style.   
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The longer I sucked dicks the more o obsessed with sucking dicks the more submissive I became. Finally in an attempt to experience the life style I advertised myself on the Internet as a submissive. I met a Dom on line and after we exchanged a few e-mails he invited me to a party at an old warehouse that his club used for parties. When I got there my Dom was dressed all in black leather and wearing a black hood to hid his face. When he saw me, he said, “Well, well look who we got here.”  His voice sounded familiar, but I just figured that he was someone that I’d sucked off at somewhere so I wasn’t too concerned.
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After making me strip, he handcuffed my wrists behind me, gagged me, and put his collar on me. Then he clipped a leach and led me around like a dog while he socialized with the other doms. During our walked between pats on my head, having my balls cupped, my butt squeezed, my nipples pinched, and my dick stroked I saw a lot of strange devices scattered around the room, none of which I had a clue what they were for.    
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As the room filled up with people and it neared time for the party to start, my Dom said, “Its show time,” as he blindfolded me and put me in the stock right in the middle of the room. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what I was going to be doing all night. The stock held me down on my knees so that my mouth was at the right level to get fuck.
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As the party went on around me anyone that chose to could make use of my mouth. Judging from the number of times my mouth got fucked I think that the sluts as well as all the doms must have took advantage of my mouth. Most people wanted a blowjob, but a couple wanted a urinal.
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About an hour into the party a rather large dick was slipped into my mouth and a voice that I now recognized as my Dom said, “I love this.”  As he pumped his dick in and out of my mouth, he put his hand on my head and sighed, “Damn, you’ve got a nice mouth. I’m going to enjoy using it. Then he chuckled, “You’re the last person in the world that I expected to see here.”  But when he said, “You don’t know who I am, do you?”  I sensed that there was more to this than I realized and I began to get a little concerned. “Well,” he chuckled, “I’ m your worse fucking night mare.” Then he cummed in my mouth and moved away.
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I was so exhausted that I slept until noon the next day. It was a typical week, except for my neighbor. Every since we’d lived next door to each other, my neighbor and I had never got along. Enemies might be too strong of a word, but we definitely weren’t friends. For some reason all week every time he saw me, he smiled at me like he knew something that I didn’t. I wondered what he was up to. No good if past experiences were any gauge.
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So you can imagine my surprise when I got up Saturday morning and found an envelope that had been shoved through the mail slot on my front door. I opened the envelope and read the short note inside:
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"Hey neighbor
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I'm having a party tonight from 7 to 10pm and would like to know if you'd be kind enough to give me a hand with something. I'm pretty busy today, so just come over at about 6pm and I'll show you what I need you to do. - - Joe."

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Since my neighbor Joe and myself were by no means friends, I found the note very odd. Deciding that it must be an attempt on his part to heal the riff between us, I went on about my business, which included a morning round of golf and an afternoon sitting on the sofa watching some stock car racing. At about 5, I took a shower, grabbed a quick sandwich, and for the sake of friendly relations headed next door.
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Joe had been busy all day. I had heard him sawing, drilling, and pounding nails, but that is the kind of neighbor he was so I didn't think anything was abnormal.
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As I walked through the kitchen door, he sang out, "Hey neighbor,” just like we were friends. Then he said, "I need your help tonight. I've invited a group of guys over to watch the baseball game and drink some beer."
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"That will be a lot of fun, Joe. I'll be glad to help out."
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Instead of answering, he led me into the den and over to a large wooden box sitting in the corner of the room. The box was about 5-feet tall and about 4-feet on a side. It was made of plywood and painted black. On the front there was an oval hole cut about four feet above the ground.
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"How do you like my glory hole?" Joe asked proudly. Before I could answer, he opened a bolt and opened one of the sides. Inside, there was a short stool, several full water bottles, and a large empty gallon jug. "This is where you'll be," he said. "And, oh by the way, I've invited several of your softball team buddies, so if you don't want them to know who is in the box, you might want to keep quiet. Now strip yourself naked and get in, time is short."
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“Fuck you,” I laughed, “I’m not getting in that fucking box.”
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When he said, “Of course you will, slut,” I suddenly recognized his voice and without another word I did as I was told. When I was inside and Joe shut the door, I heard the unmistakable sound of a padlock being latched.
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"So what am I supposed to do in here?" I asked, already knowing what the answer would be.
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"You're here to provide pleasure for my guests. Hey, here comes Dave, one of your co-workers before you went on disability I believe.  If you don't want to be exposed I’d keep quiet."
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I heard Joe and Dave talking at the front door and Joe said something like, "and if you get horny, and you can just step over to the box and you'll be treated nicely."
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My heart sank. There was no escape and I was horrified to think that my buddies would find out who was in the box. I decided to do whatever I was asked to do in order to remain completely anonymous.
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Within the next few minutes, about 15-guys showed up for the party. I quickly found out that the party had nothing to do with baseball. Joe had a large screen television and was playing some of the most disgusting porn DVD's that I had ever seen. These weren't the average high-class porn films that I had seen, these involved orgies, bukkake parties, extreme bondage, and other stuff that I didn't think the government allowed anyone to film. It wasn’t long until I could see the guy start to rub themselves through their shorts. In fact, I saw Barry, one of the guys that I worked with, stand in the middle of the room, say something to the crowd, drop his shorts, and come marching toward the box with a hard on that was pointing toward the ceiling.
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Rumor had it that Barry was the sex king of his office and his dick, that was now staring me in the face, had been in more of the female office help than anyone in Ohio. Afraid to do much else, I leaned forward and touched his throbbing meat with my hand, "Hey Joe," Barry said, "I don't think the box is working, what you have to do to turn it on?"
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Then I heard the reply, "give it a minute to warm up, then if it doesn't start to function properly, I'll open it up and see what is wrong."
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Yes, that was definitely a threat. I licked my lips and took Barry’s dick into my mouth, much as I had at the party last weekend. Barry immediately shoved forward and hit his hips with a thud against the side of the box and forced his throbbing dick further down my throat. I used my best technique. And thanks to Joe cutting a tear drop shaped hole I was even able to reached up to grab his balls while my mouth keep up a constant motion up and down his shaft. Before long, the thrusts became erratic and I knew what was coming. Two strong blasts hit exploded into my mouth and down my throat.
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When Barry staggered back away from the hole, I thought that I was going to have a break. But another dick quickly took its place. This time a much larger, uncircumcised dick was aimed at my face. I pulled the foreskin back and began a slow licking of the head, which was already dripping in anticipation. With this monster, I decided to beat with my right hand, pull the balls with my left, while turning my mouth into a pleasure hole. This guy was horny, and it didn't take long for me to feel his head expand and prepare to shoot more cum down my throat. Pulling my mouth off, I beat him harder as I aimed the head toward my chest and was soon rewarded with another white-hot load of cum.
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That was when I noticed that my dick was as hard as a rock. But before I could begin to play with it, another intruder found its way through the hole and I knew that I had to work.
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Over the next three hours, I gave more than 30 blowjobs and my mouth was sore from all of the action. Finally the party broke up and I heard the guests leave. Soon, Joe, who had remained clothed throughout the party, approached the box and opened the door. He helped me out and said something about me being the life of the party. I was covered in dried cum and smelled like it!
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Joe told me that there was one more thing that I had to do before I could leave, and he laid me on the carpet in the living room. "Now play with that hard dick and let me see you cum." Then, he blindfolded me and had me beat off in the middle of the room. My dick was still slick from all of the cum that had dripped from my mouth, chest, and stomach, and after the embarrassment wore off, I cummed quickly, all over my stomach and chest.
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Then, after Joe sat me up, I heard him unzipped his shorts. When I felt what I assumed was the head of his dick against my lips, I proceeded to suck it until it was as hard as mine had been a few minutes before. Then, horror of horrors, Joe stepped back, pushed me on my back, and lifted my legs to my shoulders. Then his dick was rammed into my ass before I could react, and he began fucking me like he was mad at the way I had treated his guests.
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As I lay there getting pounded, I felt one, two, three spurts of hot cum land on my face and neck. As more started hitting me, I yanked off my blindfold and say that I was surrounded the 15-party guests watching Joe fuck me while they beat their dicks and shot their cum all over me. Joe let go a hot load in my ass and the ordeal was done. When I realized that even though I knew some of them, the guest were the doms from Joe’s club, I was no longer worried about them outing me.
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Despite the fact that I hated the bastard, so began my servitude to my next-door neighbor, Joe.
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Sunday there was a knock at the door and when I answered the door it was Joe. Then without waiting for an invitation he waltzed and a plopped down on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table. “Damn, it’s going to be great having you next door,” he laughed. Then he sent me for a beer. When I came back from the kitchen he had his dick out playing with it. When I handed him his beer, he looked at me with a nasty leer and said, “What I need is a blowjob.”
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Without a word, I knelt in front of him and started removing his pants. As he lifted his hips so I could get his pants off, he laughed, “Now that’s what I like, an obedient slave.
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Then he grabbed me by the hair and laid the engorged head of his big dick against my lips, and ordered me to, “Open your mouth!”  The next thing I know, I’m sucking his dick. His dick was so fat that I almost chocked before my saliva got his dick wet enough to smoothly slide in and out of my mouth. He was an animal. Once his dick was sliding freely, he twisted his fingers in my hair and roughly jammed its head against the back of my throat. My mouth had never been so full. Joe may have been a bastard, but he knew how to get his dick sucked. Using my hair as a handle, he turned my face up so he could use his cell phone to get pictures of me with his dick in my mouth. As he continued to snap pictures, he laughed, “Would you like me to send you copies?”
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Even though my mouth was full, I surprised myself by mumbling, “Yes.”
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As he continued to pump his huge dick in and out of my mouth, he snarled, “Suck my dick, you little fagot” As I sucked, he moaned and alternately called me a slut, a queer, a fagot, and a dick-sucker. Right before he got ready to cum, his dick swelled up so big that it almost split my jaws apart. His cum came out so hot that it almost scalded my tongue. His load was so big that cum oozed out of both corners of my mouth.
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He didn’t release my hair until not only had I swallowed his load of cum, but until I’d licked his dick clean. As I knelt at my feet catching my breath, Joe said, “I got involved in this life style because my wife isn’t interested in sex any more. I’m luck if I get fucked once a month and she hasn’t sucked my dick in over 5-years. Since I like getting my dick sucked, I started letting little shits like you suck it for me. When I found out how easy it was, instead of just letting you little sluts suck my dick, I started making slave out of you. “Guess what,’ he laughed, “You’re now her replacement. From now on you can expect me here every Sunday to watch the game and get a blowjob. Also since my wife gets home from work later than I do, when I’m horny I’ll be popping in for a quick blowjob before she gets home.  
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Then I spent the rest of the game down on my knees licking his balls and sucking his dick. Turns out that not only was Joe a big cummer but he was multi-orgasmatic as well. By the time the game was over he’d cummed three more times in my mouth and twice more on my face. When the game was over, Joe just got up and arrogantly strolled across the room and out the door.
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The next afternoon true to his word, as soon as he got home Joe was knocking on my door. As soon as he came in, I told him that I didn’t think that being his slave was going to work out. For an answer he hit me in the stomach so hard that I went to my knees gasping for breath. As I knelt there in pain, he gave me a mischievous little grin, walked over sat down on the couch and whipped out his dick and started playing with it.
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When I finally caught my breath and started to rise, Joe snapped, “No crawl.” As I crawled towards him, I watched him play with his dick. I could tell by the way that he handled it that he was not only proud of it, but loved it as well. As many times as I’d sucked it, I still couldn’t get over how big it was. Even flaccid it was about 8-inches long, uncircumcised, and looked about as big around as one of those tall cans of Coors.  Of course, it had to be thick to support its big plum shaped Ping-Pong ball sized head, and the pair of golf ball sized nuts dangling below it. Nuts that never seemed to run out of cum.
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When I got to him, as if nothing had happened, he said, “I need a blowjob before my wife gets home.”
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I tried to say, “No, Joe, I told you that I wasn’t going to suck your dick again.”  But even as my mouth was refusing, a part of me wanted to be down on my knees sucking that fantastic looking dick. Eventually despite my protests, I found myself kneeling between his outstretched legs and licking and caressing his big hairy balls. Then rising up I put his dick in my mouth and started sucking it. It wasn’t long until Joe’s hands were gripping my hair and shoving me so far down his shaft that I almost choked.  
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When we were done he told me, “Your friend Dave is bringing a client by sometime this week for a blowjob. Don’t embarrass me.” Then he headed for the front door, “you realize that I’m going to have to punish you for your disobedience, don’t you?’ then was gone.
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True to his word, around noon on Wednesday, Dave and his client showed up. When I answered the door, Dave said, “Slut, bring us a beer,” as they walked past me and headed into the living room. When I came out of the kitchen with their beer they were comfortably settled in the living room. “You’ve got to be shitting me, I’ve never heard of such a thing,” said the client as I handed him his beer.
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“Believe it, there he is right there,” answered Dave. “If you don’t believe me ask him.”
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Openly curious the client stared at me a couple of minutes, and then asked, “What are you?”
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“I’m slave, sir,” I answered meekly.
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Turning back to Dave, he said, “But he looks so normal, not gay at all.”
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“Actually, I don’t know if he’s gay or not.”
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“But you said that he sucked your dick.”
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“What does whether he’s gay or not have to do with it if I want him to suck my dick?” laughed Dave.
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“I still can’t believe it. He’ll do anything that he’s told?”
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“Try him.”
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After thinking for a minute, the asked, “What do I call you?”
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“Most people call me Slut, but you can call me anything that you’d like, sir,” I meekly answered. 
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“Ok, slut, take my shoes off.”
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“Wait,” snapped Dave, “Do you think that you’re dressed appropriately to serve your betters?”
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“No, sir,” I said as I began to strip. As I stripped off my pants I heard the client say something about my panties.
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When I hooked my thumbs in the waistband to pull the down, the client said, “Tell him to leave them on.”
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”Tell him yourself,” laughed Dave.
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The Immortal
Part-3-of-10
The Client
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“Hey, slut, leave the panties on and come here.” When I stepped nearer, the client started caressing my butt as he felt of the silken fabric. I noticed that as he moved his hand around to the front where Dave couldn’t see, he even cupped my balls. When he was finished, I knelt down and lifted his feet, one at a time and set them on the ottoman as I removed his shoes. Then I lifted one of his feet and started to massage it. He sighed contentedly as I separated and stretched his toes and worked my thumbs into the bottom of his foot. I thought he was going to have an orgasm when I leaned down and started sucking on his toes.
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“Hot damn, I believe it now. I’ve got a ton of shit that my wife wouldn’t do that I’ve always wanted to try. If I can use him for a couple of day I believe I can sign that contract.”
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As I continued to lick and kiss his feet, they talked over me like I was a piece of furniture.
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“What have you got in mind?”
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“Everything … rimming, golden showers, anal, spankings … you name it.”
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“Have a ball; he’s yours for the rest of the day.”
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"Come on, I need the bathroom!" the client announced as he stood up and grabbed my wrist and yanked me to my feet. Dragging me behind him, he strode across me out of the room and without pausing shoved the bathroom door open and marched in, He released his grip on my wrist and strode over and stood in front of the commode. Without being told I moved to his side. With shaking fingers I lowered his zipper and pulled out his dick.  While I was doing that he reached over and picked up an empty glass empty glass off the counter. He passed it to me and gave his instructions.
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"Make sure it's nice and full and then finish me off in the commode. And remember any you spill you’ll end up licking up off the floor."
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Saying nothing, I held the glass directly under his dick and with my other hand I guided his dick as it started to strain into action. The client had been drinking beer all afternoon and this was his first 'visit'. The pungent, thick yellow flow filled the glass in seconds so I had to be quick to remove it while directing his piss into the commode. But I didn't spill, not a drop.
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I set the full glass on the counter so I could guide the last of the guys load into the commode. The smell was so strong that I wrinkled my nose as the guy continued his seemingly never-ending stream. Finally the guy's stream dried up to a few random drips and he looked at me and nodded. "Finish the job."
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His words carried authority and I knew what was expected of me. I quickly lowered myself to my knees, took his flaccid penis between my lips and sucked him dry before popping his dick back in his trousers and zipping him up. When I stood back up again, the guy lifted the piss filled glass and led me back to the living room. He sat the full glass of his piss on the coffee table and sat back.
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Dave and client shared a glance then smirked. Dave knew what I’d had to do in the rest room and exactly what was in the glass. Laughing, Dave raised his bottle of beer and sang out, "How about a toast? The client bottle joined his, then both men focused on me. Reluctantly, I wrapped my hand around the glass and raised it to meet their bottles and joined in the toast. With a smirk both men took a deep draw from their bottles and then all eyes were on me. Bringing the glass to my lips, I ignored the strong, foul smell as I tilted the glass to send a mouthful of the yellow liquid into my mouth. Holding the client’s gaze, I forced myself to swallow. The taste was vile and I had to fight from gagging. As Dave and the chatted casually and sipped from their beers, I slowly drank rest of the piss.  The taste no better when I emptied the glass as when I’d started.
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Handing him a big canvas bag that he’d brought in with him, Dave said, “Look, on the off chance that you were interested in playing, I brought you some toys to play with.” When the client looked in the bag his eyes lit up like a kid with a new toy. Laughing at his client’s, Dave said, “I’ve got some other calls to make. Why don’t I get out of here and leave the two of you to get better acquainted?” 
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By the time Dave got out the door, he’d pulled a video camera out of his pocket and started filming. He started out filming me licking and kissing his feet. Then he put a dog collar and took me for a walk. Actually he walked and I crawled. After a couple of trip around the yard, we played fetch. He’d throw a stick and I’d go pick it up with my mouth and bring it back to him. My reward was a pat on the butt.
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When he tired of fetch he brought me back inside. Over the next few hours the guy did everything to me that he always wanted to do to his wife. Most of the time my wrists were handcuffed behind my back and his dick was in my mouth. But no matter how much I sucked him he would never let me make him cum, he would always stop first.
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When he took me to my bedroom, he bent me over the bed and paddled my ass. And I mean paddled. By the time he finished I was crying. When I started bawling, he brayed like a donkey and hit me even harder.
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When his arm got tired, he tied me spread eagle on the bed and played with my dick. Then he squatted over my chest and lowered his ass down to my face so I could lick it for him. I really didn’t want to, but with him setting on my face, it was lick or smother. It was obvious that he’d never had his ass eaten before. My tongue soon had him giggling and squirming with delight. I slowly circled around his tight little puckered rosebud, and then used my tongue like a spear I stabbed about of inch of tongue up his ass. While I was licking him, he jacked me off into his hand. Then I had to lick my own cum off his hand and fingers.
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Cuffing my wrists behind me, he led me back down stairs. At first he stood in the middle of the floor with me on my knees at his feet while he teased me with his dick. Laughing, he started slapping me in the face with it. "You want this don't you, slut?" he said. I nodded and started licking it, taking my time. I heard him gasp a little as I moved down to his big balls, licking, sucking and loving them. For a beginner, he was really getting into this. I then licked the sensitive space between his balls and his asshole. He really went nuts, and began pushing my head farther down. I knew what he wanted so wasting no time; I gave his puckered ass another tongue bath.
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When things go too hot for him, he pushed me away and headed for the kitchen. A couple of minutes later he returned with a beer in his hand and plopped down in my easy chair. Without rising, I laboriously made my over and knelt between his legs. Leaning forward, I took his now flaccid dick in my mouth and held it while he drank beer and watched TV. By the time he finished the beer he needed another trip to the bathroom. This time, instead of peeing in a glass, he had me kneel in the bathtub while he peed on my head.  At first he directed his hot stream of piss into my hair. Then with a side-to-side motion, he worked his hot stream down my face to my chest. You have no idea how humiliation it was to feel his warm pee splashing in my hair and running down my face. By the time he finished peeing on me, my hair was soaked and pee was running in rivulet down my face on to my chest and down my stomach.  
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The coup de grace was turning on the shower and making me kneel under in icy stream, until he thought I was clean. Peeing on me got him so excited that he grabbed my leach and literally dragged me; still dripping went back into the living room. The next thing that I knew, I was bent over the arm of an easy chair and he was spreading my butt checks. Suddenly he was shoving his cock deep in my ass. “Ahhhh!” I screamed in pain from the brutal entry this guy just gave me.
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Not caring about my pain, he held himself inside me for a minute or two before he pulled his cock almost all the way out and then rammed it back in just as hard as the first time. Caught up in lust, he grabbed my hips hard enough to leave bruises and started pounding his cock in and out of my tight ass hole. This guy was pounding his cock in and out of my ass so hard that the chair was rocking. Before long the pain in my ass started to go away and the pounding I was getting was starting to feel good. The longer my ass got pounded, the better it felt. This guy was pounding my ass for about 15 minutes or so when he started grunting.
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“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! I’m gonna cum!” he moaned as he pulled out of my ass. “Quick, turn around,” he said snapped. Grabbing my hair, he gave a hard trust and rammed his dick in my mouth. He went in so deep that his balls slapped against my chin. Then I felt the first jet of thick, hot cum blast into my throat. They were followed by pulsation after pulsation and I felt like my mouth was filling with thick, hot cum.
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As I was licking him clean, Dave came back.  I could still hear him raving to Dave about what a good time he’d had as they shut the door behind them. I never saw the guy again, but he had so much fun that I often wonder if he ever got a slave of his own. He enjoyed himself so much in the roll of dominant that it would be a shame if he didn’t.
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Earlier in the week, Joe had told me not to go anywhere Friday evening because he wanted to talk to me. Around 10pm Joe came over and said, “Come with me.” Fifteen minutes later we’re pulling to the back parking lot of my adult bookstore. I didn’t know what was coming, but at least I spared the indignity of a leach as I followed him in. After buying two tickets, Joe led into the back. We went into a large booth and after I got naked, Joe handcuffed my hands behind my back around the base of the chair that was secured to the floor. I was totally helpless. I couldn't stand up and I couldn't turn over. I was exposed and there was nothing I could do to change that. With a smile Joe taped a large sign on the wall where it could be read from the hallway if the door was opened. It read, ‘Please use this worthless, dick sucking, cumslut whore for as long as you want.’ Then he picked up my clothes and went home. At the door he paused long enough to say that he’d be back in three hours.
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As soon as Joe left, someone wandered by the open door, saw the sign and smiled. He stepped in and unzipped his pants. "I am going to fuck your mouth so hard you little cunt," he laughed. Then he pulled out a rather large dick and proceeded to make good on his promise. He was already semi-erect and it didn't take long to get a full erection. He started slow, letting me suck him but soon began jackhammer fucking me so hard and deep that the head of his dick hit the back of my throat. Since this was supposed to be punishment, I hoped Joe never found out how much I loved it. It felt so good to have that long, thick dick invading my mouth and throat. All the time his dick was pumping in and out of my mouth, the guy was talking dirty to me. "Yeah you little whore, suck my dick. You want my cum don't you, you worthless, dick sucking cumslut." I kept nodding and making appropriate mmmpphhhh noises to let him know that I was in complete agreement with his assertions. Soon he was showing the signs of impending orgasm. I couldn't wait. Sure enough, he grunted and pulled out just in time to jack his huge load of hot cum all over my face and outstretched tongue. He must have spurted seven or eight times with long thick ropes of hot cum. I couldn't believe how much there was.
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Once he was finished, he thanked me and stepped out. I only had a moment to savor his taste and before another guy moved in and took his place. The guy must have been jacking off while he watched, because he just stepped up and let his load fly. He shot a nice wad as well and got plenty of it in my mouth and still had a good bit for my face. He tasted every bit as good as the last guy and I thought to myself, "I am well on my way to a great night."
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Glancing over my shoulder, I saw a line developing outside the booth. Some of the guys didn't look like my typical targets for dick and cum, but tonight there wasn't anything I could do about it.
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The next guy was your stereotypical porno theater pervert, plastic raincoat, dirty hair, shifty eyes, and green teeth. He was so sleazy looking that if he touched you, you wanted to take a bath. I could almost smell him as he came in. His dick had a pissy ammonia taste and smell when he held it up to my mouth. He giggled when I grimaced and tried to turn my face away. Then he drew his and slapped me so hard that he brought tears to my eyes. The he twisted his fingers cruelly in my hair and forced his nasty dick between my lips and into my mouth. But once it was in, instead of fucking me, he pissed. I was so shocked that I started swallowing before I realized what he was doing. It didn’t taste as bad as it smelled. It was kinda acidicy with a slightly coppery tangy.
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One after another, guys stepped in my booth and after a few moments of fucking my cunt mouth, let fly with their hot loads of creamy cum.
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After what seemed like an hour or so, there was a brief lull in the action and I asked what time it was. A guy looked at his watch and said, "It's 10:35." I couldn't believe it. I thought for sure that at least an hour had gone by. But only about 30 minutes had elapsed since Joe left me handcuffed to the chair. I had counted 7-guys so far that had used my mouth like a whore's pussy and jacked off into me or all over me. Don't get me wrong. I wasn't disappointed about the shorter amount of time. I was actually happy about it. I wanted all the cum I could get. This was already, by far, the best night I had ever had.
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I didn't have long to consider the issue because another stranger came in my booth and cummed all over my face. He had a couple buddies and they quickly followed suit but they shot their huge loads of hot cum down my throat instead of on my face.  A line was forming again and I even overheard guys calling their friends and telling them that there was a bukkake going on down here. I was already covered in about 10-loads of cum and now the word was going out that anyone who wanted to could come by and cum all over a worthless, dick sucking cumslut. I would never admit it to Joe but I couldn't have asked for a better situation.
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Well, you can see where this is going. By the time Joe returned, I was literally covered in cum from head to toe. Despite my best effort, I was unable to keep an accurate count of how many loads of hot cum had been sprayed onto me and into me. I can say that it was somewhere around 50-that I lost track and there were a few dozen more guys that used me after that.
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There were so many guys there that not all of them got the opportunity to shoot onto me. This being the case, Joe managed to come up with a glass that once it passed down the waiting line, ended up being filled with something like 16oz of fresh cum. I couldn't believe it. Once Joe unchained me, I thought it was over. But no, when Joe handed me the glass, not one word was necessary. I knew what was expected of me. In fact, I wanted it so bad I could hardly wait.
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I sat on the chair I had been chained to for the last few hours and truth to tell I was incredibly thirsty anyway. What better substance to quench my thirst. All the guys had their phones out ready to catch on film whatever was about to take place. I was so turned on by the fact that these guys and whoever they shared the video with would be able to watch me drink all that cum any time they wanted to. I raised the glass and said, "Cheers." I then proceeded to drink down that entire glass of thick, hot, delicious cum in gulp after gulp. All the guys were cheering me on and I actually shot my own load at last as I experienced the sensation of that much cum going down my throat and filling my stomach.
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The last piece of my experience had to do with my public humiliation. Joe hadn’t brought my clothes with him when he returned. He left them locked in the trunk of his car and brought my leach instead. When Joe led me down the hall and out into the store, I was ultra conscious of my nakedness and the cum covering my face and caked up in my hair. As we passed the checkout counter, Joe stopped to talk to the clerk. “You’re not taking him home already are you? Bring him back anytime. Hell, if you do I’ll let you in free. As word got around, you can’t believe how much business he brought in.”
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But that wasn’t the end of my humiliation. He stopped at a convenience store, handed me a couple dollars and said he was thirsty and wanted something to drink. I was terrified about going in, but when he told me the alternative, it was so bad that I had no choice but to comply. As I contemplated what I was about to do my dick grew to full erection once again and I went in to do as I was told.
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The clerk was a very pretty young woman who had obviously been around a little because instead of being shocked and calling the cops she just got a mischievous grin on her face and asked, "What can I do for you cum slut?" nervously I explained my predicament and she replied, "I can help you but not without a price. I want to piss on you while your friend watches."
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What was I to say? She could call the cops if she wanted. So I said, “OK,” so we got the drink and went outside. I was more than willing to drink her pee for the opportunity to see where it came from so this night was just getting better and better. We went out beside the car and handed Joe his drink. When he asked what was up and we told him. She had me lay down on the hard pavement and then she straddled my body as she raised up her short little skirt. Wouldn’t you know it, the little slut wasn't wearing any panties and she was satiny smooth. As I was admiring her perfect little pussy, it suddenly began spraying me with her golden piss. She yelled at me to, “Open your mouth,” as she bent her knees and lowered her pussy down almost to face. I quickly obeyed, as her golden stream hit and splashed all over my face, with a large amount going into my mouth. As she squatted above my face peeing she was rubbing her clit and I do believe she actually got off in the few seconds it took her to spray me down.
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When she finished peeing, I raised my head and licked her dry. Being as experienced at licking pussy as I am at sucking dick, I soon had her shivering through a powerful orgasm. Once she could stand she smoothed her skirt back down and strutted back into the store like nothing had happened.
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When that was over, even though I’d got him his coke still didn’t give me my clothes. Instead I was taken back home naked and covered (and filled) with cum. At Joe’s orders I went in and went straight to bed without cleaning up. He wanted me to wake up in the morning with all that cum dried on my skin and matting my hair. I drifted off to sleep with the aroma of sex strong in my nose and the memory of being used to the max on my mind.
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When I looked in the mirror the next morning, I saw that Joe had got his wish. Not only did I have left over cum in my mouth, but I also had it dried all over my face and in my hair. My jaw and tongue still ached from all the cock sucking that I’d been forced to do. I had a busy day ahead of me so; I quickly jumped into the shower, cleaned everything that I could with soap and water, brushed my teeth, and headed out to do my errands.
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Despite the demands of Joe, I was still a dick-crazy and loved glory holes. For me, sucking a man's dick was one of the purest pleasures in life. Being down on my knees submissively sucking a guy’s dick through a ‘glory-hole’ and gratefully swallowing his load was fantastic. I was at the bookstores every Saturday morning, noon, and night and Sunday mornings before Joe came over and Sunday nights after Joe went home. Surprisingly, Sunday morning during church was a good time to suck dick. It was amazing how many guys snuck by to get their dick sucked while their wife and kids were in church. I was so dick crazy that I sucked every dick that I could get my mouth on and swallowed every load of cum that I could suck out of them. The place still reeked of testosterone, but now that I was drinking it I didn’t find the odor near as offensive. I developed a ritual of going in and taking a piss before I got started. About my third trip I’d taken my piss and was standing there washing my hands, when I realized how silly washing my hands was when I was about to have every nasty dick in the room in my mouth or at least all that I could get in my mouth.
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The Immortal
Part-4-of-10
The Persion
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Life was perfect, I now not only lived about 10 or 15-minutes away from my bookstore, but also passed by it everyday on the way to and from the closest mall. That meant that I was able to stop by 2 or 3-times a week. As far as I was concerned between 1 pm and 1:30 pm was the best time for me to stop in because that’s when all the working guys with uniforms would be in there. I don’t know why but I just love sucking off working guys in uniform. Whether they are electricians, plumbers, furniture movers, or what, it didn’t matter. I just like the earth aroma and the taste of a working guy’s dick. I could usually suck off 3, 4, and sometimes 5-guys on the way to the mall.  
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I like to drop in around 2 am, after the strip clubs and bars closed suck a little dick if I felt like it. There might not be but 2 maybe 3-guys there but they were always serious about getting their dick sucked. When I’d go into a booth, by the time I got down on my knee a guy would usually be in the next booth with his dick through the ‘hole.’  As soon as I sucked him off, another would take his place until I’d sucked off everyone there.
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Actually after a couple of times I started looking forward to sucking Joe’s big dick. Each time Joe came over he became little more forceful and demanding. The third Sunday that he came over, he handed me a shopping bag and told me to put these on when I looked in the bag I found a pair black panties. “Put them on,” he ordered, “I’m not a little faggot like you, and so I don’t like watching your dick flopping around so I want you to start wearing them while were together.”
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As I held them up I realized that they were big enough for me. So, obediently I put them on. Oddly enough, not only did they fit, but also I liked the way the silky material stretched across my ass and cupped my tight balls.  As I moved around in them I couldn't believe how natural it felt to be wearing them. I don't know if it was because the panties brought out my feminine side or not, but I liked having them on. I like them so well that I started wearing them whether Joe was over or not. Now that I was free to wear panties and to explore my feminine side as much as I wanted too, I even started wearing frilly nightgowns. 
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It was Tuesday evening and Joe was out to dinner wife his wife so I was getting a break. Of course, he’d rushed over as soon as he got home from work for a quick blowjob before he dressed for dinner. I didn’t rally mind too much though, because I was becoming addicted to sucking Joe’s dick. Since Joe was away. I was kicked back on my couch watching the TV and just generally relaxing. Then my solitude was disturbed by a knock at the door. “Who can that be?” I grumbled as I got up to answer it. Forgetting what I was wearing, I opened it.
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“Nice,” said Dave as he walked in uninvited. “Looks like I came to the right place,” he laughed as he sat down on the couch and grabbed the remote control.  
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Not thinking, I foolish asked, “For what?”
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As he un-zipped his pants, he beamed, “For a blowjob, what? Now, get over here and suck my dick.”  Moving towards the couch, I reached for the hem of my gown. “No, leave it on,” he laughed, “It makes you sweeter.”
He was still laughing when I got down on my knees in front of him. I would never admit it to Dave, but I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted it deep and I wanted it throbbing as I sucked him. Freeing his cock from his pants, I held it in front of my face, stroking it from tip to base, appreciating its length and softness. "Does it need a little suck?" I cooed. I wanted to hear him tell me what he wanted, wanted him begging for me to suck his cock. Instead, he grabbed my hair, not too hard or rough, but with enough firmness that I knew he was in control. I opened my mouth as he guided his cock into my wide-open mouth.
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"The feels so good," he said as I took his dick deeper into my mouth and began working my tongue all around it. Slick with my saliva, my mouth glided easily over his flesh. Despite his moans of pleasure, Dave reached down and shoved me back away from his crotch,
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"What?" I stammered. Few guys ever want me to stop before they orgasm.
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"I don't want to cum just yet and you do that amazingly well. Now, shut up and go get me a beer.”
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As I opened the refrigerator, I felt him. Grabbing my back up sword (an ancient broad sword. A souvenir of a previous attacker) from behind the drapes, I slipped out the patio door. Rounding the corner was a son of the dessert stalked towards me swinging a scimitar. Reacting quickly, I countered the swipe of his curved blade. "Ah emir, good of you to join me." I smirked as I brought my elbow up to his jaw and connecting with a sickening crack. The Arab swore through the haze of pain as I charged him, sword meeting sword, the sound ringing through the neighborhood as we struck out again and again at one another. We fought silently, attacking and paring, my gown swirling around my legs in our ferocious dance against each other.
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During a lull, my assailant said, ”I am Anoshiruvan. I was born in Persia in the year 498 BC.”
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“I’m Brian Gosden. I was born in the United States of America in the year 1964,” I returned as I struck. My blade a hairs breadth from ending his weakened defense and finishing him, when the silver flash of his blade protecting him from death. As I closed in he was close to breaking down, his body straining to both remain upright and fighting not to cry from exhaustion.
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Taking deep breath, Dave stood at the patio door and stared in both awe and horror, as the fight grew more heated, more hateful with every stroke of blade against blade. He slowly managed to move backward.
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My sword deflected every move as I edged him closer and closer to the edge of the patio. His foot slipped throwing him backwards as I attacked. Anoshiruvan let out an agonized scream as my blade entered the shoulder of his fighting arm and his sword dropping to the grass. As another thrust impaled his side, he fell to his knees in agony and felt the world lose time. I could see every beat of the pulse in his neck, every drop of sweat falling from his face as my mouth opened in a victory yell and my sword coming flashing down towards him. The Arab watched as it came, watched the glint of the fire reflect off the blade, and then his head was separated from his body and he felt no more pain.
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The quickening came with a rumbling roar of thunder and because Anoshiruvan had such a powerful man, blew out car batteries for a half a mile every direction.
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Returning the broad sword and my new scimitar to the hiding place behind the drapes, I found a passed out Dave sprawled on the kitchen floor. Picking him up, I carried him back into the living room and revived him with a blowjob. As his balls exploded he awakened with a scream. It took a lot of ball licking and rimming to convince him that he’s been dreaming and that there’d been no sword fight. I’m not sure whether he believed me or not but after he left, I never saw him again. Oh well, life goes on.
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Although I referred to myself as queer, I was actually bi and still enjoyed the company of ladies. Julie was 26-year-old sexpot that I met a few days earlier in the checkout line at Kroger. She stood a slim 5-foot 3, 125lbs with long flaming red hair (a true redhead I might add), blue eyes, and a set of pouty red-lips made for sucking cocks. She also had a nice firm pair of 38B's that were just asking to be sucked and squeezed. Her shapely bottom was what first attracted my attention. By the time we’d checked out, we had a dinner date. We’d had a perfectly fabulous (I have to learn to use words like this if I’m going to be queer) as dinner in a cozy little Italian and were now back at my place for a nightcap. Julie had her shoes off and was curled up on the couch. As I handed Julie her drink, the doorbell rang. Frowning at the intrusion, I told Julie, “Sit still, I don’t know who that is, but I’ll get rid of them.”
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Naturally it was Joe. Without thinking I said, “What do you want?”
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What the fuck do you think I want?” he snarled, as he barged in, “I couldn’t sleep so I want a fucking blowjob.”
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As he waltzes into the living room and sees Julie, he said, “Well, hello there, my names Joe.” Then he looked around at me and said, “You didn’t tell me you had company>”
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“I’m Julie. What did you mean you want a blowjob?”
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“I couldn’t sleep, so I figured a quick blowjob would relax me.”
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“How are you going to get a blowjob, I thought Brian lived here alone?”
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 “He didn’t tell you did he,” laughed Joe. “I own him… he’s my slave … he gives them to me.”
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“Your slave? I never heard of such a thing.”
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As I stood there like a dummy, they chattered like two magpies about slavery and me. Julie was so excited that I thought she was going to have an orgasm. Jumping around on the couch she chirped, “I can’t believe it. He’ll do anything you want?”
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“Yep.”
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“Prove it. Make him take off his clothes.”
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Looking up at me, Joe said, “You heard the lady, slut get naked.”
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Face burning red from embarrassment, I slowly stripped off my clothes.
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Giggling, Julie reached out a finger and hefted my flaccid dick. “He’s hung pretty good for a queer, isn’t he?”
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“Now make him suck your dick,” Julie chirped. Then she said, “Wait a minute; let me get it ready for him.” The without wait for a reply, she un-zipped his pants and pulled out his dick. Wrapping her fingers around it, she started stroking. When it didn’t get hard enough fast enough to suit her, Julie leaned over and took it in her mouth. By the time she took her mouth off, I was kneeling down waiting. Grabbing my hair, she pulled my face forward and rubbed the head of Joe’s dick on my lips like she was applying lipstick. Laughing she slapped me across the face a few times with it. Eventually she put in my mouth and then clapped and cheered while I sucked him.
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When Joe cummed in my mouth, Julie got so excited that she had an orgasm. She was so horney that she literally ripped Joe clothes off of him as she begged him to fuck her. Equally as horney, Joe eagerly crawled between her legs and prepared to enter her. “No, let him put in>” she laughed. Without waiting for his orders, I reached between their bodies, grabbed Joe’s huge cock. As I placed the head of his huge dick against her engorged lips, Joe bellow with joy. Then one thrust of his powerful hip and he was in up to his balls. Pulling back until just the head was still in, Joe moved his hands down and raised Julie’s legs up onto his shoulders and then brutally drove his big cock back into her body. As his cock stretched her lips apart and entered her body Julie exploded in an earth shaking orgasm, "OH, OH, OH, I'M CUMMING, OH GOD JOE, GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE ME YOUR COCK, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!! I'M THERE, I'M CUMMING!!!!" And give it to her he did. They were soon fucking like wild animals. Their bodies came together with such a crash it was hard to tell if they were trying to pleasure or to kill each other. “Oh god you bastard…fuck me…. Fuck me… That’s right baby…Fuck me…” she was chanting beneath him, and he complied by fucking her just as hard and as long as he could. “That’s it… oh god you fucker…don’t you quit…don’t you stop…ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh gggggggggaaaaawwwwwwwwwwddddddddddddd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
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As I watch Joe brutally using Julie’s body, I realized why Joe’s wife wasn’t interested in sex any more. If this was a sample, Joe’s lovemaking was so rough that it took a young physical fit girl to endure and enjoy it. ‘If the truth be know’, she’s aware of his cheating and doesn’t care as long as her body isn’t the one taking the beating. He’s so indiscrete with his comings and going over here, that if she doesn’t know she at least suspects his sexual relationship with me.
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She began to scream from beneath him again as she moved up to muffle the sobs against his shoulder. She finally ending up by giving his naked flesh little love bites as her body began to spasm uncontrollably underneath him. I don’t know how long or loud Julie must have screamed that night. It was a good thing Joe was with us and that there was no one else living close that they could hear because Julie was one of those types of women that scream almost as if they were in pain as they reach climax, and was very vocal about it.
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They eventually finished, and were lying there catching there breath. Suddenly Julie snapped, "Get over here," as Joe removed the big cock pulled out of her pussy and sat up on the couch. "Clean us both up!" she ordered. Obediently I took his dick in his mouth and started bobbing my head up and down on Joe’s still almost hard dick a few times. But Julie was impatient so she quickly grabbed my hair and pulled my face down to her pussy. "Lick this pussy clean and don't let anything drip onto the couch,” she demanded. As she relaxed and the first bubbles of thick white cream started leaking out, I reluctantly stuck out my tongue and lapped at the salty mixture.
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"That's it, bitch, get that tongue in there," moaned Julie as she leaned forward to watch him. "Got a lot of work to do getting me cleaned.” His balls were full so he dumped a hell of a load into me. I could feel it when he pumped that shit in me. Made my pussy feel all hot and warm inside," she laughed as she shifted her hips. "Lick harder. Come on, suck on it."
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I could taste the cum leaking out of her now, a thick mass slowly beginning to ooze down the dark tunnel of her cunt, thick and salty against my tongue. I grimaced, but there was no way to avoid it. I pressed against her, slowly slipping my tongue between her lust-engorged lips, tasting the thick musky cum which quickly coated his tongue. Cringing with dread, I began to suck on Julie’s pussy, lapping and slurping at her cream-pie. Mingled pussy juices and Joe’s hot, thick cum began to fill my mouth. I had no choice but to swallow, gulping the cloying cream down into my churning stomach. There was never any choice.
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Julie poked me on the forehead again, painfully. "That's right, baby, don't forget it. I own your ass, if I say you're gonna eat my ass, you're gonna do it."
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I said nothing. There was nothing to say.
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"Now that's better," she cooed, settling backwards again on her elbows. "Get back in there and finish sucking that load out.”
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With sullen resignation I pushed my face back between her legs, eager to get it over with. Pressing my lips to her pussy, I slid in my tongue as far as I could reach, licking and rolling back and forth the way she liked it. I realized with a shudder that I was starting to like this. "Oh, fuck, bitch,” Julie moaned as she gripping the back of my head and pressed my face in deeper. "That's it, that's it, like that..." A cruel note crept into her voice again as she forced my head between her legs. "Get all that fucking cum out. I'm so fucking full. Suck it out." The salty trickle had grown to a stream now, and then thick clots and spurts of cum began to slowly burp out of her pussy into my gulping mouth. He broke his suction for a moment, gasping for, but Julie only gripped him harder. Her painted nails dug into my scalp.
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"Suck me clean," Julie wailed shakily. "Get that load out of my pussy, you nasty bitch." I could feel the muscles in her abdomen clench as she gasped and bore down, and a moment later a thick jet of gooey, heavily flavored cum squirted against my face. "Oh, fuck, I can feel it," she began to whine. "You're suckin' all the cum out of me... do it, do it, you little bitch... eat that cum out of my pussy. Suck me clean, you fuckin’ bitch!" Then she ground hard against me, pressing her clit against my face. "Fuck!" Julie screamed, her cry echoing through the room. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Her whole body was shaking and her thighs were locked in a death grip around my head, her pussy spasming and emptying spurts of juice and cum into my gasping mouth. Desperately I fought for air, but I couldn’t pull my face free of her steaming slit. "Fu … ck!" Julie groaned as she humped against me. Her shuddering pussy gave up one last stubborn glob of goo, and then she collapsed backwards onto the couch. Finally released, I stumbled backwards and sat down, coughing and gasping. I felt like my lungs were filled with sour cum as well, but no matter how hard I coughed I couldn't clear the taste away.
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"Well, shit," sang out Julie. Propping herself up on one elbow, she experimentally dipped a finger between her pussy lips. "Clean as a whistle. Guess you sucked out that whole load," she smirked as she stood up and reached for her clothes. "Were ya hungry? 'Cause you're sure full of cum now."
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Life is always interesting. A new family renting the house next to mine that consists of a mom, dad, 5-kids from the ages of 8 to 17 and a dog. The parents are negligent and unfit. They let the kids stay outside for hours unsupervised after curfew, leave them home alone and recently left them in a running vehicle that somehow got into gear and crashed into my car.  They have broken the noisy dog ordinance that is in place here several times. The dad seems to be doing a lot of work in the home that is most likely unauthorized by the landlord and the city and he messes with the utility boxes outside. I have talked to the landlord several times about them but I don't think he wants to get involved. I have put with different tenants in this home for 10 yrs. I might also add that the mom lost custody of 2 older daughters to her deceased ex-husband's family. The cop that responded to the accident ticketed them for the kids in the car and said to keep calling them about their negligence. They didn't even have the decency to apologize. I shudder to think what could have happened if one of my kids got hurt in this.
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The Immortal
Part-5-of-10
The Peeping Tom
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To top things off, I found out that their oldest son, Derek was a peeping Tom. To make it worse, he takes pictures. The little bastard (and he is little, even for a 17-year-old, barely 5-foot 2, and 110 lbs with a rock in his pocket) showed up at my backdoor one afternoon and just walked in without knocking. With a little smirk he sat down at the dinning table fanned out a stack of pictures that he wanted to show me. They had obviously taken through the window in my den over a several day period and showed me engaged in various activities wearing my panties and gown. Surprisingly none involved other guys. There wasn’t a whole lot that I could say in my defense, because I was sitting at the table in panties and gown, eating a sandwich.  
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“So,” I ask.
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“So, so I own you… that is unless you want the world to know that you’re a fagot cross dresser,” Derek laughed.
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“What do you mean you own me?”
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“It means that you do things for me?”
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“Things?”
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“I don’t have very good luck with girls and I’m tired of jacking off, so you’re going to start sucking my dick.”
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“Just like that I’m going to start suck you’re dick. Is that what you think?”
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“You’re a closet fag and obviously suck dicks. A dicks a dick,” Derek said as he unzipped his pants, “So what’s the difference. You might suck mine.” He might have so short that he was almost a midget, but he whipped it out, he had a man size dick. I couldn't tear my eyes away. The shaft was a tawny column sculptured with huge veins and smaller ripples, the skin a little darker than the rest of his body. It hung heavily over his balls, its head stood proudly out of the folds of his skin peeled back foreskin. At first, I thought he was getting an erection, but then I realized that it was the thickness of his dick, his length and the way it curved over his tight balls, that gave that impression.
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“Oh god,” he asked, “You don't suck dicks, do you?" Miss reading the answer from my hesitation and uncertainty, Derek laughed, "Well it's damn well time that you started. I’ve never had a blowjob before but you’re going to fix that by give me one right now. Down on your knees, bitch and get to work, he ordered as he spread his legs. Crawling between them, I raised my arms over his thighs, and rested my armpits on top of his knees. For a couple of minutes I stared hopelessly at that huge tube of man meat hanging down from his balls right under my nose. Even soft he must have been nearly 8-inches long, and close to 3 inches around. I began by caressing his big circumcised dickhead with my fingertips.
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Derek whimpered like a baby when I tentatively licked the tiny pee-hole at the end and I was rewarded with a drop of pre-cum. Teased by the strokes of my tongue, the long piece of meat that had been hanging limp and lifeless between his legs began to rise and lengthen. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and laid him on my extended tongue allowing the head to soak in my spit as it grew.
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Derek said nothing, but a demonstration of what he wanted was not long in coming. He left his dick on my tongue until it began to harden, then he grabbed me by the ears and a handful of hair, and abruptly yanked my face into his crotch. The violent yank forced my mouth over his dick, and down its length until its crown lodged firmly well beyond the opening to my throat.
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"My God," I thought. How will I breathe?" As suddenly as he had forced me forward, however, he pushed me back, then pulled me forward again, repeating the motion over and over, jacking himself off with my mouth, but giving me a breath of air with each up stroke of his massive dick. Once I had the idea of what he wanted from me, he released my head and let me do the work.
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The skin of his dick was silky smooth under my lips. Instinct began to take over, and I franticly bobbed my head up and down, fucking my mouth with his iron rod. My tongue swirled almost automatically around the tip of his dick as it went by on its trips in and out. Never having had a blowjob before, Derek was more than willing to follow my lead. He seemed to enjoy my lips wrapped around the hard fleshy ridges of his dickhead, holding it prisoner while I teased the little pee-hole at the tip with my tongue.
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I must have been at my task for 10, perhaps 15, minutes. The longer I sucked, the more I began to appreciate the complex ritual of being a slave and sucking dick. In one sense I was a servile male acknowledging the mastery of the male fucking me, but in another, I was the one in control, entrusted as I was with his most precious possession, and he was at my mercy, a prisoner of my mouth and the pleasure I was giving him.
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I felt his dick began to pulse and throb, his balls and the muscles of his groin clinched. Then Derek
grunted like a pig as his cum exploded into my mouth and cascaded across my tongue. He tasted salty but sweet. I swallowed as fast as I could, but there was too much of it and it came too fast even for my experienced mouth. He overflowed my mouth and his cum seeped from around the seal of my lips, onto my chin, and then dripped in long strings to the tiled floor. When the spurts ceased, Derek pulled my head back, and my mouth off his dick.
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"You have left a mess here slut," he said pointing to the little puddles of cum on the floor. "Lick it up! With your tongue, lick it up! You do love the taste of my cum don't you, slut?" He punctuated his question by cruelly twisting his fingers in my hair and twisting my head so that I was looking up at him. I was in pain, but I was even more overwhelmed by my pitiful servile submission to this boy and his big dick. I understood that on this hot afternoon I had become his slave, on my knees between his legs his freshly sucked dick in my face, and my lips still dripping with the product of his testicles. He didn’t need to hurt me to make me obey.
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"Yes, Derek, I do so love your taste. I love drinking your cum," I said as I dropped my head to the floor and submissively licked up each pool of his cum, savoring every drop as I took it into my mouth
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I heard Derek laughing, and when I looked up he was stroking his dick and within about three minutes I could tell that he was almost to the point of cumming. When I realizing that he was pointing the head right at my face. Spurring him on, I moaned, "Come on, cum on my face." As his orgasm built, Derek began to moan. The first shot hit me square on the upper lip under my nose and caused me to jerk back a bit. The feeling was incredibly warm, followed almost immediately by a cooling sensation. The second shot hit me in the left cheek, and a third shot got my left ear. Then he grabbed my hair and held my face under his dick as he coerced what was left of his cum out onto my forehead. The cum from my forehead began running down into my eyes, so I had to wipe it away from them. The warmness on my face turned into something akin to having had syrup on my face, both cool and slippery.
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Then I heard Joe say, “Amateurish, but a lot of promise.”
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“Who the fuck are you?” stammered Derek as he almost fell off his chair from fright.”
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“Since that’s my slave that you’re jacking off on, perhaps I should be the one asking the questions?” Joe was a big guy, at least twice Derek’s size so I don’t blame him for being intimidated by Joe. As his eye cut towards the door, Joe said, “And don’t even think about running. I know where you live and if I had to come find you things could get rather unpleasant.”  Unable to stand up to Joe’s questing gaze, Derek stammered out his story. As he talked, Joe sat down at the table and started thumbing through the picture. Soon Joe was laughing, “That’s rich kid. I can’t believe it. You used these pictures so you could blackmail and lose your virginity on his mouth.”
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Once he could stop laughing long enough to talk, he said, “Dammit boy, you’re as big a bastard as I am. But you’ve got promise. What you need is a mentor to teach you the ropes.”
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“Teach me the ropes?”
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“Oh hell yea boy, teach you the ropes. There’s a hell of a lot more to this than just getting your dick sucked, a hell of a lot more.”  For several minutes Joe just stroked my hair like I was his favorite dog and pondered the situation. “Tell you what lad, if you really want to learn, me here Sunday about an hour before game time and we’ll go from there.”
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Realizing that he was being dismissed, Derek flew out the back, shouting, “See you Sunday.”
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“If I wasn’t horney when I came over, I am now,” laughed Joe. “Gemmie a quick blowjob so I can take the old lady to visit her relatives.”
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As I moved towards him, Joe laughed, “That was a sweet looking kid. I wonder how he’s going to look in a dress?”  Knowing that no answer was required, I un-zipped Joe’s pants. Despite how often I’d sucked it, my jaw still went slack when his 9-inches of throbbing, pulsating steak spilled out into my hands. I was still so in awe that I gasped at the size and beauty of his rigid erection. With my other hand gently cupped his overflowing nut sack, with its two wildly large balls full of cum. I gently massaged them while my other hand hefted the significant weight of his manhood.
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“I think I’ll start him out wearing panties while he helps me use you,” mused Joe as I breathed in deeply, inhaling his scent. It was musk, the cologne of his pulsating manhood and it set off primal urges within my body. I wet my lips, guiding the monster between my soft and wet lips and warm mouth. As my lips stretched around his slowly intruding tool, I let out a groan of pleasure at his divine taste.
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”Then I’ll add garters and stockings and a bra,” continued Joe, as if his dick wasn’t even in my mouth.
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Resting one hand on his thigh, the other cradling his cum filled balls, I started to steadily; sultrily bob my mouth up and down on his monster shaft.  Truly at ease on my knees between a man’s legs, I performed a truly enthralling session of dick sucking on the big Neanderthal for the amusement of my girl friends.  Bobbing my head quickly up and down, I soaked his stiff rod in my frothy, messy saliva. Indeed, it wasn’t long until the room echoed with my slurps and sucks as I feasted on his gorgeous dick.
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”And before the little shit knows what’s happening he’ll be my little sissy boy and I’ll be taking him out in public in a dress,” chuckled Joe.  “His hair’s long enough that he won’t even need a wig,” he added as he watched me service him. Lacing a hand behind my head, he guided me to the pace that he enjoyed, short, quick thrusts up and down his shaft. He was pushing my face down so far that the head of his dick was slamming against the back of my throat. When he tripped my gag reflex he caused me to produce warm waves of saliva that soaked into his immense clump of pubic hair. My conquered mouth constantly dribbled stringy that splattered onto his pants, making it look like he’d peed his pants. Shifting his grip to my hair, he started vigorously working his hips. As he wildly fucked my mouth, soapy bubbles of spit oozing from the sides of my bruised mouth.
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In his excitement, Joe slapped my hand away from his dick, grabbed the back of my head and almost violently shoved his dick down my throat. My nose was pressed into his kinky pubic hair and his balls were resting against my chin. As Joe tensed up and held himself immobile, I could actually feel the cum boiling up in his balls. Finally, he erupted and it felt like a dam had busted. I almost chocked when what felt like a quart of cum pulsed into my grateful mouth. Joe went totally silent, he too surprised at the amount of cum he was pouring into my mouth. As I milked all the cum out of his dick, I coughed and his syrupy, white cum dripped down my chin. Eagerly I sucked every last drop out of him and then cleaned his dick with my tongue.
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Zipping up his pants as he headed for the door, Joe looked over his shoulder and said, ”I’ll be so frustrated from spending the day with her relatives that I’ll probably be over for another blowjob when I get back home.”
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The next morning I was working in my back yard, when I heard a, “Hiddy Ho, neighbor.” Looking up I saw Joe’s wife, Mary peeking over the fence at me. No small feat since my fence is an 8-foot privacy fence. She was obviously standing on something. To be polite I went over to see what she wanted. She hem-hawed around for a couple of minutes the blurted out, “I’d like to thank you.”
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“For what?”
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Since Joe has started paling around with you, it’s made my life so much easier.” When I looked confused, she went on, “As I’m sure you know, Joe is a bull and very rough in his love making. That was OK when I was young, but as I’ve gotten older it takes its toll. There was mornings that I was so battered and bruised that I almost couldn’t go to work. But that all changed when you came along. Now things for me are so much better.”
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“I’m sorry, but you seem to have the wrong idea about Joe’s and my relationship.”
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“Bullshit. Do I look stupid to you? Are you trying to tell me that when Joe slips out of bed at 1 o’clock at night, goes to your house, and then comes back with a shit-eating grin on his face, that all you did was drink a beer and watch TV. You think I don’t know that as soon as he gets home from work that he ‘hot-foots’ it over to your house so he came be back home when I get here. And then there was Sunday football? Give me a little credit. A guy like Joe doesn’t go from insatiable to nothing over night. It just means that he’s getting it somewhere else, and all the signs point to that somewhere else being you. So like I said, thank you.”
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Realizing that Mary was far smatter than Joe realized, I said, “You’re very welcome.”
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“Since today is my day off, the neighborhood girls and I are getting together at the country club for lunch and cocktails … and a little girl talk. We would love it if you’d join us.”
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“I’ll warn you in advance that our conversation gets a little risqué so we always sit on the patio so no one can hear us. And don’t think the parade of men going in and out of your house hasn’t been noticed, so be prepared for some rather pointed questions. The girls aren’t vicious or judgmental, but they are curious.”
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Mary wanted to ride in my Lamborghini convertible so we went in my car. And Mary was right, the girls weren’t vicious but they were enthusiastically curious. I want say they were loud with their questions, but we weren’t there long before I had to slip the maitre d’ a rather large tip and get us moved to a private dinning room where we could talk freely. As soon as we were alone, Janet a blue eyed beauty with fiery red hair, a light sprinkling of freckles on a Celtic face and a lean body that told of hidden strength, said, “OK, now that it’s just us girls, give. How does this guy/ guy stuff work?”
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“One of the girls?”
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“Well, sure. Since you’re gay, queer, homo, or whatever the political correct term is, we consider you one of the girls. Right girls?”  Followed by a chorus of yeses.
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The dears meant well so I saw no reason to embarrass them so I took my acceptance as a compliment. “Ok, ladies, what do you want to know?”
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“Everything,” they all chimed in. then they were all talking at once.
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“Ladies, ladies, we need some order here or I can’t answer anyone’s questions. How about we go around the table letting each lady ask a question. That way everyone will get a turn.”
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Janet the most curious and boldest, blurted out, “Do you let them put their … er … you know …their penis in your mouth?”
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“You mean do I suck their dicks? Yes.”
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Kathy was next, “When you ugh … blow them do you let them … ugh … ugh … ugh … you know finish in your mouth?”
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“Yes, I let them cum in my mouth and before anyone wastes a question on it, yes I swallow it.”
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“How long have you know that you were gay?” asked Ashley.
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“Actually, I’m not gay, I’m straight.”
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The immortal
Part-6-of-10
Mugged
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“But you said that you sucked their dicks,” blurted out Janet out of turn.
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“I’m straight but submissive, not gay. Whether he’s gay or not, a submissive sucks a dick because he’s ordered to by his master. In this case, Joe.”
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“Joe’s your master?” they all blurted out at once. This started a 30-minute explanation of submission and slavery.
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When I finished there was a long pause and then Mary said, “Let me get this straight. Joe owns you and you have to suck his dick because he tells you too.”
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Then followed another hour of even more explanation.
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“With girls you’re dominate but with guys you’re submissive?”  mused Rachael. Nodding yes, I sat back and enjoyed listening to the girls chattering among their selves. I couldn’t believe what a seething caldron of lust, lurked beneath the surface of these prim and proper surbanite ladies.
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“I know this sounds bad, but what I wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall and watch you suck a dick,” sighed Janet.
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“I’m more interested in the bondage thing. You know being tied up and ravaged,” laughed meek little Emily. “But no such luck from my boring Carl. He’s purely a missionary position man and even then it’s with the lights out. God forbid that we see each other naked, “ she added bitterly. Then everyone was bombarding her with questions about her fantasy.
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“I’m curious about other ladies,” said Alice.
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 Paige and Mary didn’t say anything; they just sat there and listened.
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“Its all do-able, so instead of talking about it, why don’t you girls make this stuff happen? If you want to see me suck a dick, I can go on line and advertise for someone that will let my wife watch me suck his dick. If you’re serious, I can make it happen in a week. Suddenly all 8-ladies were clamor that they wanted to watch. “Actually, said Janet, “from Mary’s description, we want to watch you blow Joe.”
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“I’ll tell you what, if you’ll all write your fantasies on a piece of paper, I’ll put them in a hat and make them happen in the order that I draw them out. And if you’re serious I can arrange for you to watch me suck off Joe when he gets home from work today.”
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After giving the ladies instructions, the party broke up. On the way home, I looked over at Mary and asked, “You didn’t have much to say on the subject. Are you OK with everyone watching me sucking your husbands dick?”
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“Are you kidding,” she laughed, “As long as I don’t have to suck the big son of bitch I don’t give a damn. I’ll be on the front row watching and cheering you on.”
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When I got home I arranged chairs for the ladies on the den patio. Leaving the door open, I went and got ready for Joe’s visit. As instructions, as soon as it started getting dark the ladies started slipping in through the back gate and in through my backdoor.  The girls loved my gown, especially Janet who couldn’t resist pulling up and checking my panties. I chuckled to myself, because after that she couldn’t seem to keep her hand off my butt. Once when I turned, she accidentally cupped my balls. When Mary called and told us that Joe was on the way all the girls rushed out on the patio and grabbed seats. When he got here I was to stall around long enough to allow Mary time to scurry around the house and join her girl friends. Since Joe was her husband they had been nice enough to leave her a front row seat so she take in all the action. It was dark enough that with the den lights on that they could see in but Joe and I couldn’t see out. I left the door slightly open so they could hear as well as see. 
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Just the though of the girls watching was making tonight even hotter. Doing what I’d been previously told, I was submissively down on my knees waiting. When Joe walked in he was smoking a cigar. I had forgotten how big and frightening Joe was until I looked up from my kneeling position and saw him silhouetted by the hall light. He was over 6 feet tall, and weighed in at about 250 pounds, so it was no wonder Mary was intimidated by him. 
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“Good boy,” chuckled Joe as he patted me on the head. “The gown’s a nice touch. I like it. Now, come over here, get on your knees, and take off my pants.”
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I did as instructed, removed his pants and freed his massive dick.
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‘Now,” he said turning around, “kiss my ass, and do it right or else!”
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This wasn’t part of our regular routine but I knew it would make great viewing for the girls, so I slowly kissed his ass while reaching around to massage his dick. It started to grow, and I as usual I was surprised when it jumped up to its full 9-inches.
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I guess he was in a playful mood tonight, because he laughed, “Very good. Now show me how good you are at sucking dick.” It was as if he some how sensed that we had an audience and was putting on a show for them. He turned around and I grabbed his dick, stroking it with my hand while my mouth pulled its head in.
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“Not like that you lazy dicksucker,” he snapped. “No hands. Earn your cum you fag.”
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I wasn’t prepared for his thrust, so before I was ready his dickhead was pushing hard against the back of my throat. I gagged and tried to pull back, but he forced it deeper down my throat, keeping his hands on the back of my head. I don’t know what his problem was tonight but he continued his rough, forceful face fucking, only slowing down once in awhile to allow me to stop gagging. After a few minutes I started to get the pace and started meeting his thrusts by pushing my mouth down his thick shaft. Hopping that the girls were enjoying the show, I really started getting into it.
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“That’s a good little dicksucker, now you’re getting the hang of it. Keep it up slut. In fact, I want you to slow down just a bit and suck my balls.”
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I pulled my face off his dick and licked down to his balls, slowly taking one into my mouth, and carefully licking it and sucking it.
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“That’s perfect slut. I really enjoy having a bitch like you suck me off. I’m glad we hooked up, cause you’re a good little dicksucker. Now, be careful with those balls. I know you like it, so while you’re down there lick my ass every once in awhile too.”
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I couldn’t tell him that what I like, what I love, is to suck dick. Sucking balls and licking a man’s ass is not my idea of a good time for me. That said, when a man knows what he wants and tells me what he wants, I turn to jelly and do as I’m told, so I slowly licked below his balls and stuck my tongue into his tight ass.
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“That’s it slut, lick my ass hole. You’re good boy! Keep it up.” Almost humming from excitement, Joe kept pumping in and out of my mouth. “Ok, slut now finish me off?” he moaned as he started pumping my mouth hard and harder. When he told me to expect a facial, saying, “I’m going to cum all over your face,” I thought damn the girls are going to love this. He told me he would let me know when he was ready to cum, so I continued sucking. I love sucking a dick, and this was no exception.
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“That’s it… Oh yea, you’re a good dicksucker boy. I may just have to tell some of my friends about you. Would you like that boy? I have a lot of friends who would love to use your face too. Are you interested, slut boy?”
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Actually, I was. Just the thought of sucking a bunch of hard dicks made me want his dick even more. The thought of sucking some of his friends excited the hell out of me. So much so I didn’t realize his dick was getting a bit bigger. He was rubbing the back of my head, and suddenly, he forced my mouth down over his dick and I felt him twitch, once, twice, again and again, as I felt his hot, thick cum filling my mouth. I hadn’t expected him to get as excited about me sucking off his friends dicks as he did, but when he cummed it was like a damn busted and he dumped a gallon of cum down my throat. As usual thanks to his diet, his cum was tangy, salty, and bitter tasting, but I swallowed every drop.
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“Lick it clean slut boy, don’t miss a drop.”
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I did as I was told.
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As soon as Joe left, the door slid open and the girls came pilling in, giggling and chattering like silly teenagers.  They were ecstatic. None of them had ever saw anything like that before in their life. I was hearing things like, ‘he was hung like a horse’ and ‘you got it all in your mouth’ and ‘when he cummed so did I’ and ‘that was hot’ and so on and so forth. Still giggling, bowed to me and said, “I bow to the master. I was never able to get more than half that big monster in my mouth, but you deep throated the damn thing.”  Then with kisses and pats, they ducked out the backdoor and headed home to their boring husbands and boring lives.
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Five minutes after everyone left, the kitchen patio door opened and Janet came back in. before I could ask, she said, “My husband’s out of town on business so I’m not in as big a hurry to get home as the rest of the girls.”  Staring at her, I thought to myself, her husband is a lucky man. She was slim and supple as any man could hope for, and I was to find out later very strong. Then she was across the room and her arms were around me. The low, deep sound of approval that vibrated in her throat had my blood racing like a fast moving river. My fingers twisted cruelly in her hair and I tilted her head back. For one long almost never-ending moment, we stared into each other’s eyes. Then I attacked.
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Her mouth was hot and sweet against mine, as demanding, as hungry, as wild as the night had been. I lost myself in the kiss, using tongue and teeth, knowing that no matter how much I gorged myself on her I could never get my fill. So I took more and more, relentlessly ravaging her mouth while she met demand with demand and power with power. A whimper caught in her throat and dug her fingers into the naked flesh of my shoulders, needing to drive me on, but terrified where I was taking her. She moved against me in sinuous invitation.  Clutching me for balance, she arched her body so I could peel her slacks down.
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Then she decided to take things into her own hand so she reached out and took my manhood between her fingers. With a smile she started to caress my now throbbing dick, stroking it up and down a few times before she bent over and licked down the underside of my shaft and onto my balls before taking one of them into her mouth.
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I stood there rooted to the spot with my eyes closed as I moaned in pleasure. Her dick sucking was impressive and if she kept it up I’d soon be exploding all over her face. I began to thrust my stiff dick in and out of Janet’s mouth. She tightened her lips around it as it glided in and out of her mouth, going deeper and deeper with each stroke until the head was bumping the back of her throat. With one on the back of her head and my other massaging one of her full fantastic breasts, I began to fuck her mouth in earnest. I could feel my balls begin to tighten in her hand and knew that it wouldn't be long before I was spurted my cum into her mouth.
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As I looked down and saw that Janet was rubbing her clit, I moaned, "Oh fuck, I am going to come in your mouth, oh fuck, it feels so good Janet."
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"Fuck, I'm cummmmming!" was all I go to say as my cum began its journey from my balls to her mouth. Within seconds my throbbing manhood started spewing hot sticky cum in Janet’s mouth. And she kept swallowing my sweet dick juice down as long as it erupted from my dick and flowed into her mouth and down her throat. As my orgasms subsided Janet put her cum smeared mouth to my lips and kissed me, giving me a taste of my own cum.
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Pushing her onto her back on the carpet, I slowly spread her legs as my eyes fastened on her pussy, and murmured, "You have beautiful pussy," Moving between her out spread legs, I brought my face toward it. I could hardly wait for my tongue to touch her pussy. When I lowered my face to Janet's crotch, I held her steady and licked her luscious slit over and over, opening her up as she squirmed and moved her hips. I started to taste my favorite juice as it began to pour out of her. "Oh god, Brian," she exclaimed, "That feels so good." Her engorged clit beckoned my lips and I proceeded to suck it with a passion. She was like a woman possessed. She screamed, "Oh fuck," and arched her pussy up to me as she cummed the first time of many.
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Eagerly, I pushed my long supple tongue deep into her contracting pussy, pulled out a little and then pushed it back in again. I fucked Janet’s pussy with my tongue as she moaned and screamed. I was insatiable as I kept taking more and more from her and giving more and more to her. Janet’s nectar gushed forth as she kept cumming. Greedily, I lapped it up with my tongue. I opened my mouth wide and took as much of that large pussy in as I could and sucked her like a vacuum. Janet screamed but still I attacked her pussy with my mouth. She truly was a girl in need.
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I slowly ran my tongue all over her clit and Janet cummed like thunder. Then she slid around and lowered her pussy onto my dick. I could still feel pussy contracting. We started up a nice rhythm. Her eyes were closed and her head was back. What a sight to behold. She would rise up until my dick was almost out and then slam back down. I knew I couldn't last, and I told her.
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She said, "Hang in there, baby, I'm almost there myself."
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I tried but I just couldn't hold back, like a dam bursting, I cummed and cummed and cummed.
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Janet looked at me, disappointed.
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I thought for a second. Then I had an idea. I told her to slide up on my face, again. “Oh god, do you know how much you cummed?” she moaned as she spun around and plopped down on my mouth. I immediately started sucking and licking. Her cum filled pussy was hot and gooey and tasted a little salty. "This is awesome,” she almost screamed, ”fuck me with your tongue,” as I started going deeper inside her with my tongue.
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Then she started to tense up. “Oh god, oh god,” she whimpered, "You're gonna make me cum, don't stop. This is so hot. Suck me harder; I'm almost there. SUCK ME!!!! " Then she cummed harder and longer than I'd ever seen a girl cum before.  When she was done, she looked down at me and said, “I love that. It takes a real man, like you, to make me feel like that. I'm so glad that you joined our little group."
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Janet didn’t go home until almost daylight. She had been so well fucked and sated in years. She slept like a baby.
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The next day, knowing that Mary and Joe were going to be busy that evening, Janet boldly invited herself to dinner and another night of debauchery. When she came over we had a big laugh because she wasn’t wearing any panties under her dress but I was wearing a pretty lace pair under my pants. We had a nice romantic dinner in a tinny out of the way Italian place where we were sure that she wouldn’t be recognized.
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The only down side to the restaurant was that from where we lived you had to go through the edge of the ghetto. Thinks were going good until the motor died. As I coasted to the side of the road, I thought that of all the parts of town to break down this had to be the worse. I told Janet to wait in the car while I checked to see what was wrong. As I got out of my car I could feel the eyes glaring at me from the dark. As if by magic 6-ghetto punks materialized. Boldly they spread across the sidewalk and moved cautiously towards me. The one that seemed to be in charge had Snake wrote on the left breast of his jacket. “Trouble?” asked Snake as I raised the hood. As I moved around the car trying to figure out the problem I could sense Snake moving around nearby and somehow he suddenly seemed more malevolent in nature. Just in time I struck out when I sensed someone attacking me. It wasn't Snake though, but one of the other punks. He was big, probably 6-foot 4, and I estimated about 350 to 400 pounds and he moved fast for his size.
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Unfortunately for him, at the time, I moved faster. I struck out with a back kick that sent him flying across the asphalt where I was parked. His buddies laughed, he, however, found it less than amusing. As he came at me again I warned him, "I do not wish to hurt you, but I will defend myself." He actually let loose with a belly laugh that would have made Santa Claus proud, but he definitely was not some jolly ol' elf.
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As he rushed at me I sidestepped him and used a leg sweep to slammed him headfirst into the side of my classic '69 Shelby Mustang GT 500 Fastback. The son of a bitch left a dent in the side of it. The bastard was going to have to pay for the damage. But there was more ways than one to collect on a debt and I intended use one of them right now.
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My mentioning the cost made the big bastard laugh all the harder until I bust his right kneecap sideways and the bone started sticking out where it protruded through the skin. As he went down suddenly things weren’t funny anymore, neither he nor his buddies were laughing now. A front snap-kick to the balls damped the enthusiasm of my next attacker. Suddenly his only interest was kneeling down and gasping for breath. 
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The immortal
Part-7-of-10
Knight Templar
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Number three came at me with a knife. When he lunged at me, I used a right arm circular block to deflect the blade away from my body. As I finished the sweep, I grabbed his wrist. Stepping towards him, I drought my left arm across and broke his elbow with a palm thrust. The sound of the bones breaking could be heard for a block in either direction. He didn’t utter a sound; he just dropped to the pavement in a dead faint.
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By now attacker number 2 was starting to rise, but a kick to the side of the head put him back down. Judging from limp way he fell, he most likely would never rise again.                                                                                                                               
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As I went to turn, I was grabbed in a bear hug from behind. Grabbing two of his fingers, I used the classic TV move of stomping his instep with my heel while at the same time bending his fingers back so hard and fast that his fingers were both broken and torn from their sockets. As the pressure of his arms was released, I threw my head like a battering ram, smashing his nose. Stepping a little to the side, I struck backwards with my elbow, crushing his Adam’s apple.
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Seeing how quick and how viciously I had taken care of his friends, the fifth guy approached me more cautiously. He obviously had martial arts training, because he moved into a fighting stance as he neared me. Venom of hate dripped from his voice as he snarled, “Come on you white mother-fucker, show me what you’ve got.” So I did. I moved in quickly throwing a series of moves to set him up, then stopped him in his tracks with a low-high spin kick to the balls and the solar plexus, followed by a spinning crescent kick to the side of the head.
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Stepping across his body, I could see the streetlight glistening off the sweat on Snake’s forehead as I faced him. I was never sure if Snake was too scared or stupid to run. Whatever the case, he raised his hands like a boxer, and waited as I approached him. Suddenly stepping forward, I buried my fist in his stomach. As he bent over, I grabbed his chin and the top of his head and gave it a powerful twist. The snapping of his neck sounded like a clap of thunder in the quiet of the night.
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When I turned, Janet was leaning under the hood. Reading the question on my face she said, “My father owned a garage. Don’t just stand there, get in and start it.”
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It started on the first try. As soon as the motor fired off, Janet slammed the hood and sprinted for the passenger door. Before she could eve shut the door, I was in low gear burning rubber away from the curd. Laughing like a mad woman, Janet sang out, “Remind me to never piss you off.” Then more laughing as she said, “Damn, that’s the most fun I’ve had in years. You were fantastic. You realize of course that you killed most of those guys don’t you?”
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“Do you care?”
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“Fuck no,” she answered as she unzipped my pants, “They were scum and didn’t deserve to live.” The rest of her statement was inaudioable because her mouth was full. In a few minutes she raised up and licked my cum off her lips and the said, “After all this excitement, there’s no way in hell I cam go back to being little Miss Boring House Wife. You’ve got to figure out a way to get Joe to let me join your merry band without the other girls and my husband finding out.”
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“I’ll think about it and see what I can come up with.”  Once we were in my garage, I said, “I think I’ve got it. You can dress like a dominatrix and help him feminize that little punk from next door. You know, teach him to apply his make up and even take him shopping for women’s clothing.” Kneading the back of her neck with my fingers, I went on, “ You can avoid sex with Joe, that is if you want to avoid sex with Joe, by telling him that you’re a lesbian.”
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A look of lust past over her face, as she mused, “I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. Now shut up and kiss me.”
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I lowered my lips to hers, but only tested her with the same lightness as fingertips. “I wonder,” I murmured softly against her mouth, “what is it about you that I can’t shake, your taste? With a little chuckle, I gently dug my teeth into her bottom lip. As a low moan of pleasure rumbled from her lips, I traced my thumb down her cheekbone. Her skin felt smooth and creamy. “Its that skin of yours,” I cooed, “like the underside of a rose petal.”
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Breaking the kiss, I led Janet through the kitchen and into the den. Placing my hand on the nape of her neck, I pulled her close and kissed her. I plunged my tongue deep inside, thrusting suggestively. Janet gasped for breath and then chuckled as she kissed down the line of my jaw to my earlobe. Trailing a hound down her back, I gently traced each vertebra gently. With my other hand I caressed her backside through her the material of her sundress. Suddenly, I wrapped both hands around her waist and placed her on the floor.
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Possessively I ravished Janet's mouth again, and then kissed down to her collarbone. Sliding the straps off her shoulders, I lowered her dress and kissed her breast, then closed my mouth over her erect nipple. I sucked it in deep, flicked it with the tip of my tongue, making her writhe beneath me. Janet gasped at the sensation, then shivered as I released her, the cool air hardening her nipples even hardened further.  Sliding the other strap off her shoulder and down her arms, I pulled the dress down to her waist and bared her small breasts. I dropped my lips to her other nipple, sucking on it until she gasped my name. Then with a chuckle, I reached under beneath her dress.
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I touched her gently and then pushed her legs apart. With one large hand rested just beneath her navel, the fingers of my other slipped between her legs. I smiled at her wetness and her heat as my thumb sought her clit. She moaned my name when and closed her eyes when I found it. I circled it gently and then pressed down harder. She squirmed against my hands as I leaned down and kissed her again. I teased her clit a little more and then I worked her dress the rest of the way down to her waist. I softly bit her neck as I gathered the soft material in his hands. Then she raised her hips so I could slide it down her legs and tossing it aside.  
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My eyes clouded with lust and my dick hardened further as I looked down and feasted on her nakedness. Her auburn hair had come loose from its braid and tumbled around her shoulders and breasts in wild curls. Her eyes were so dark a blue they almost looked black. Her lips were parted slightly, and a faint blush had crept across her face and breasts. My eyes wandered lower, making her blush even more as they paused at the juncture of her legs and the damp lips nestled there. She raised a trembling hand and ran a gentle fingertip along my engorged shaft. I teased her, moving gently against her hand. I laughed softly at the naked disappointment on her face when I pulled away.
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I rolled onto my back and took her gently by the hips, guiding her to where I wanted her. Soon she was leaning forward and balancing herself against the couch with both hands as she sort of straddling my chest. I took her hips and pulled her down closer. She giggled when she realized what I was going to do. If there was any resistance, it melted away when I pressed my lips against her slit. I kissed her deeply, my talented tongue slipping deep inside her silken folds. I ran the tip of my tongue from slit to clit, feeling her body jerk in his hands. Slipping a hand between her legs, I gently pried her lips apart and spread her lips. Her clit trembled, naked and erect as I kissed it, making circles round it and prodding it with my tongue. She cried out, then lost her breath as I sucked it in, gently letting her feel my teeth. I didn't bite down though, just teased her with the hard edges. When she lost her grip on the couch, I paused, giving her a moment to collect herself. Then I moved down, dipping my tongue deep inside, fucking her sweetly with it. I could feel her trying to hold my tongue, feel her muscles bearing down so sweetly on me. She was so tight.
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I moved back up to her clit, nibbling the soft flesh all around it. She cried out when I slipped one finger deep inside. She gasped my name as a second finger joined the first, twisting deep inside. Between my tongue and teeth and fingers she felt she was coming apart, that I was trying to eat her alive.
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Her orgasm took us both by surprise as I nailed her G-spot, wrenching a choked scream from her throat. Her hips twisted, opening her further and driving her clit against my tongue As she quickened the pace of her hips, I tried to lick deeper, getting my tongue into her sweet honey pot as far as possible. I could feel the slight tightening of her body and her pussy. Like the incoming tide, it washed over her in waves, and she cried with the wonder of it. Especially since I was still kissing her, still driving her, still pushing for more. Then her pussy started to spasm so hard I could feel it clinching on my tongue as it were almost trying to pull me in even deeper. And then like an explosion my mouth was bathed in her juices. Furiously I licked up every drop that I could. Finally I let it fade; thinking that it was starting to hurt her. Withdrawing from her body, I gently brought her down to lie on my chest. I gently rubbed her back as she lay, still breathing hard.
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Eventually she caught her breath and slid down my body, ending up on her knees between my thighs. Then she gave me a great view of her fabulous breasts as she leaned over me. Hoarsely I gasped her name as I realized that she was reaching for my dick.
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She smiled as she caressed my chest. She sensuously cupped my balls in one warm hand as she stroked my shaft. Her thumb caressed the spot on the bottom where the vein met the head. It slipped up over the head, taking the wetness from the tip and drawing circles in it, teasing me. As I looked up at her, she wrapped both around my shaft. I felt her warm breath drifting over the tip as she paused. She waited a long moment.
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“Oh God, Janet,” I moaned as my breath came faster and my body shook with anticipation. Finally, I felt her lips as she kissed me. As she kissed the head, she let it slip pass her lips and into her mouth. With one hand wrapped around the base, she stroked the head with her tongue. I wasn’t even aware of putting it there, but one of my hands was in her hair, gently guiding her as she took more of my swollen shaft into her mouth. I was pretty sure she couldn’t take me all in, but damned if she wasn’t trying. Her tongue danced across the head of my dick and dipped gently into the slit in the center. She slid her mouth off me, leaving my shaft standing tall and trembling with arousal. 
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Eyes hooded with desire, Janet slid her tongue down the shaft to my balls. She kissed them softly, nipping at the soft skin there. She nibbled at the spot where the shaft met the sac, making me jump at the sensation. Teasingly she nibbled her way back up and engulfed me. Most guys and girls could only get about two thirds of me in their mouth, but Janet was really good at dick sucking. After all it was one of her favorite pass time and she seemed especially proud of her ability to take my big monster all the way down to my balls. Eagerly she bobbed her head up and down sucking and using her tongue as she slipped both hands up and down and twisted. After only about two minutes of this shameless and sloppy sucking and jacking, I began to moan loudly and work my hips as I started fucked Janet's mouth.
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Suddenly my monster began to stiffen and jerk and I actually felt my orgasm coming, rising from my legs into my balls and further, until my dick exploded in Janet's mouth. Franticly she rammed her mouth down hard and quickened the pace of her hands. Bobbing and jerking her mouth up and down my stiff shaft, she gulped and swallowed the massive amounts of thick warm cum I poured into her mouth. God, she loved that shit as much as I do. It always amazed her what a real cum fountain I was, like a damn fire hose. Squirt after squirt of her favorite snack gushed out of my balls and flooded her mouth. Finally, my marvelous cum machine slowly began and eventually stop.
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Finally, Janet let me slip out of her mouth and crawled up my body. As she lying across me catching her breath, she reached up and kissed me. I felt my dick stir between us and smiled up at her, knowing she could feel it. Smiling, I pulled her down for another kiss. She's lying back now, her hair laid back around her lovely face, and she's giggling like a little nymph. As I position myself between her open legs, Janet wrapped her legs around my back as reached between us and placed my dickhead between her hot, swollen lips. Teasing Janet, I slowly rub my swollen dickhead up and down her moist slit. With a low moan, she closed her eyes and I saw a shiver run through her sexy little body. Then I eased forward just far enough to get the head in. I paused for several moments, savoring the sweet sensation, then watched her face as I slowly pushed my stiff aching dick inch by inch into her hot, tight pussy.
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When I bottomed out and my swollen balls rub up against her smooth ass, I was in her clear up to my balls. I paused briefly, enjoying the incredible feelings that Janet's tight pussy was producing before pulling out slowly, leaving just the head in. I pushed slowly in and out about a dozen or so times before she looks up into my eyes and moans, "Oh god, that's feels soooo good.
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I was plowing into her so hard that I felt like I was trying to ram through her with my hard dick leading the charge.  But Janet didn’t seem to mind. She gripped my back so hard and raked it with her nails so hard that I saw trickles of blood the next day. I could hear a squishing sound now every time I reared back to bang into her again. The noise was my dick as it moved in and out of her very wet vaginal lips. I could also smell us in the air. Her vaginal fluids and my cum mixed together to give off a sexy fragrance that prompted me to pound into her even harder and harder and harder.
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I look down into her pretty face and wailed about how much I was enjoying myself. Whimpering, Janet bent her head up and pushed one of her firm breasts towards her mouth and started licking and sucking her own erect nipple. Then she talked dirty to me while I continued to pound her a little faster with my insatiable hard dick.
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"Do you like my breasts?” she cooed as she pinched and rolls her hard pink nipples between her fingers,  "Do you like having a married pussy to fuck?"
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Her hot talk really got me going. Her breasts jiggled every time I plunged into her.  I feel my cum swollen balls slapping against her smooth ass with each stroke.  My breath was coming in gasps as she squealed, “Mama, mama,” as she met my every thrust.
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I answer with a hoarse, "yes," in between thrusts. By now my balls were wound up so tightly between my legs that I knew I was about to explode. The orgasm started in my balls, then headed for my thighs and caused that funny kind of warmth in my lower abdomen. Then the muscles in my body took over for about ten glorious seconds and I no longer had any control.
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The warm cum exploded out of my shaft and deep into Janet. As I felt spurt after spurt surge into her and kept pumping so I would send it deep. She bucked up against me, thrusting her crotch up desperately to meet mine. She had her head on my shoulder and just as she had started to gain a modicum of composure she must have felt my cum flooding her insides and she began to scream all over again. Her screams of, “Mama, mama,” were even deeper this time; they racked out of her body in long sobs, and led me to the point where I didn’t know if this was pleasure or pain I was giving her. Even if it had been causing her pain it wouldn’t have mattered to me during that minute of ecstasy. I couldn’t have controlled my ramming cock if I had tried.
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As my balls finished releasing, she screamed, “Mama, mama,” one last time before her eyes rolled back and she literally passed out from ecstasy.
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Sunday as instructed, a very nervous and a very horny Derek showed up and followed a couple of minutes later by Joe. I naturally was submissively waiting in nothing but panties. The two of them shared a big laugh at my expense while I stripped their clothes off them and served them their liquid refreshments. By the time the game started, they were both kicked back on the couch, playing with their dicks and waiting for blowjobs.
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Naturally I started with Joe. Even though I’d given Derek a blowjob before, he couldn't believe it when I took Joe’s dick in his mouth. Even though he was seeing it with my own two eyes, he still couldn't believe I was sucking Joe’s dick.  His mind was reeling and it was still such a shock to him that he couldn't wrap his brain around it. He kept looking at the TV and then looking back at Joe and me to see what we were doing. He couldn't believe it when Joe moved further down on the couch so I could get to him easier.
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Derek had never seen a guy give another guy a blowjob before. Even though he was grossed out, He was fascinated and couldn't make himself look away. I heard him laugh as he watched me lick down the length and around the width of Joe’s big dick. As he watched I lick Joe’s balls before taking his dick in my mouth again. Joe had his hand on my head, controlling the speed as I bobbed my mouth up and down the length of his rigid shaft. Once in a while my tongue would make an appearance as I swirled it around the head of Joe’s dick. Joe was oblivious to our audience as he obviously enjoyed what I was doing.
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Sighing from pleasure, Joe put his head back on the couch and closed his eyes. He was definitely enjoying receiving a blowjob. If he had opened his eyes and turned his head just a little to the right, he would have seen Derek staring at us.
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As he watched my head bob up and down faster and faster in Joe’s lap. I was really sucking and stroking him faster and faster. Then, Joe's body tense and his cheeks turned a bright red and I felt his hand push down on the back of my head as he cummed in my mouth.
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Derek couldn't believe it. Joe had just cummed in my mouth and I swallowed his cum.
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Wanting in on the action, he eased himself forward on the couch until his erect dick was in sucking range of my mouth. I teased him with my tongue, hand, and lips before taking his erect dick in my mouth and sucking it, really sucking it. And I don’t like to brag, but can I suck dick. If there were an award given for the best dicksucker, I’d win. Yet, even while I was blowing him, I couldn't get it out of my mind that Joe was going to turn him into a cross dressing little faggot.
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Because I knew what most guys liked and what got them off, I started making loud slurping sounds. Okay, they may have sounded a bit exaggerated, but Derek was new to the game so they sounded good and believable to him. Then, I started talking dirty, real dirty. "I love sucking your big dick, Derek. Stick that hairy dick in my mouth. Do you like it when I suck you? Do you like it when I take your whole dick in my mouth and deep throat you? Do you like feeling my tongue swirling around the head of your dick?"
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"Oh god, yes, yes, and yes,” moaned Derek.
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"Do you want to cum in my mouth, again?"
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"Yes, oh yes, I really want to cum in your mouth," he said as he put his hand on the back of my head and gently pushed me further down on his dick. Sudden he was working his hips and fucking my mouth. When the head bump the back of my throat, I backed off and did my magic with my twirling tongue around the head of his dick.
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"Do you want me to swallow your cum?"
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"God yes, swallow me, slut. I want to watch you swallow my cum."
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His balls were wound up so tightly between his legs that I knew he was about to explode. The orgasm started deep in his balls and then the muscles in his body took over for about thirty glorious seconds and he no longer had any control.
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The warm sperm literally flew through his shaft and exploded into my mouth. As I felt spurt after spurt pour into me, he kept pumping sending it as deep as he could. Franticly he bucked up against me, thrusting his crotch up to meet my sucking mouth. As he felt his cum pouring into my mouth and down my throat, he began to scream over and over again. His screams tore out of his body in long pitiful sobs. Sobs so pitiful that I didn’t know if this was pleasure or pain I was giving him. Even if I had been causing him pain, it wouldn’t have mattered to him during that minute of ecstasy. He could not have controlled his ramming dick if he’d tried.
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I was never sure how he did it, but later I went to get them a beer. When I returned, Derek was wearing a pair of panties. Somehow or other, the next Sunday he ended the day besides wearing panties he’d added a garter belt, stockings, and high heels. The third Sunday, Janet showed up and taught Derek how to apply make up and to fix his hair.  Janet’s reward for her services was getting to join our Sunday group. Because I’d told Joe that Janet was a lesbian she wouldn’t be expected to have sex with Joe.    
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The next weekend and anytime I saw him after that Derek was wearing a dress. Due to his small frame, in a dress and with his hair fix, no one would have ever guessed that Derek wasn’t a girl. He looked so good that Joe started take him out in public, small restaurants and even shopping. By the time I moved into my re-modeled office building, the two of them were such an item that Joe had forgotten all about me.
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The girls were gathering at my house waiting to see whose fantasy I’d drawn first and whatever it was to help me fulfill it. After watching me with Joe, the girls were all so comfortable around me that we were setting around in panties drinking wine and gabbing. The patio door was still open because we were waiting for Mary to arrive so we could get started. When I felt it, my head came up and I shushed the girls, and suddenly a ghost like figure materialized as if by magic. He was clothed in a dark tunic and leggings, supple black leather books, and a dark cloak. The hood of the cloak was pulled up to shadow his face. In short, it was the perfect clothing to sneak about under the cover of darkness. The stranger pulled down his hood to reveal a boyishly handsome face. His light brown hair blew across his face from the breeze from the open door. His eyes were so dark they were almost black. His face was clean-shaven. Wordless, he attacked. Throwing myself to the side, I sweep the girls to the floor and out of harms way.
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As I recovered my balance and turned towards the mysterious figure, I felt a sharp, burning pain across my arm, just above the elbow. I clapped a hand over the deep gash and glowered at my unknown attacker, who was holding a knife, the blade smeared with my blood. Even though it would heal quickly, the pain in my arm made me dizzy. The room swayed and grew dark around me, and I felt something inside me pulse with anger, fear, and frustration.
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Suddenly his sword was naked in his hand, the blade gleaming like highly polished silver despite the dimness of the room. My assailant smiled and bowed low. "Forgive me, where are my manners? I am Jon de Laurent, a Knight Templar and I was born in France in the year 1150. May I have the name of the man whom I address?
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As graceful as I could, wearing nothing but a pair of panties, I bowed slightly from the waist and answered, “I’m Brian Gosden of clan MacLeod on my mother’s side and I was born in the United States of America in the year 1964.”
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Jon raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. "I find myself in great company, it seems. But alas, I don't believe we will have the time to sit down and enjoy a cup of tea together."  I tensed as Jon shifted his stance, and then as he moved swiftly towards me, I dodged the slash of his blade. My keen senses alerted me at the last second. As I felt rather than saw Jon swing his blade again, I contorted my body in mid-air and ducked into a headlong roll past the reach of his blade.
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I rolled to my feet and faced Jon across the den. As he nodded in respect, Jon couldn't help but laugh. "Very clever, my friend. It's not going to save you, but it's still very clever. You have earned my respect. And because you have earned it, I will try to make this as quick and as painless as possible." The laughter died from his face when Janet, whom we’d both been ignoring, grabbed my katana off its rack and threw it to me.
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As he stood there with a shocked-look on his face, I motioned towards the open patio door with my naked blade. Clutching the hilt of his sword so tightly that his knuckles turned white, Jon preceded me into the back yard. Moving to the center of the yard, we bowed then charged each other. Jon whipped his arm out so fast that his sword was a blur as it flew towards me. The clash of steel was surprisingly loud in the silence of the neighborhood.
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Jon smiled coldly as he slipped his dagger out. All eyes were riveted on the dagger, as he flipped the dagger in the air and caught it by the handle. Not giving him a chance to get set, I was upon him, leaping across the yard and engaging him in a furious session of swordplay. Swipe after swipe from his long sword was deftly blocked by my ancient katana. Jon lunged forth, striking out with both daggers, but at the last second I easily ducked the attack, sending Jon’s long sword blade stabbing deep into a stern oak tree. He was struggling to pull the blade from the hard wood when I kicked him away, causing him to topple to the ground.
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Rising slowly from the ground, Jon wiped his face with his sleeve. His blade-hand trembled slightly as he shifting his dagger. And then gritting his teeth, he bravely faced me. His eyes narrowed in focus as he watched me advance towards him. Jon gave no sign of giving up as he tried every mental trick his sword master had taught him. Knife at the ready, he slipped in and out of the warrior trance. But it did him no good; he never felt the blow that severed his head from his shoulders.
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He was a very old and very powerful so his quickening knocked me off my feet and blew out every transformer for a mile in every direction, cast this half of town into total darkness. It was days before Oncar was able to restore total power.
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The girls had helped me inside and candlelight glistened off my glass as I rose in a toast to thank Janet for tossing me my sword and saving my life. Since the girls had seen the beheading and the quickening, I had no choice but to tell them the whole story, leaving out that only beheading could kill me. Even after seeing me kill Jon de Laurent, they didn’t believe me. Nor did they believe Janet; even though she gave herself an orgasm telling them about the men I’d kill when my car broke down in the ghetto.
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While they were arguing among themselves, I went out back and recovered Jon’s long sword and dagger.
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Then as the girls watch in horror, I plunged the dagger into my stomach. The reaction was everything from poor shy Emily fainting to Janet laughing with glee, as the girls watched my body heal itself before their eyes. Before our meeting broke up the girls actually knelt naked in a circle around my coffee table with their hand on the bible and swore an oath never to divulge my secret to anyone, not even their husbands.
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Knowing what her fantasy was, when our little gathering broke up, I whispered for Mary to return after everyone else was gone. Since I was going to need help, I also had Janet back too. Turned out that Mary wasn’t quite the prude that Joe thought she was. All she needed was a gentle hand to bring out her wild side. Turns out that she wasn’t the ‘ice burg’ that everyone thought she was.
When they returned, Janet made us a drink and we sat chatting about nothing in particular. As I finished my drink, Mary asked me to make another round. I went into her kitchen and made three more drinks. By the time I returned, the girls were still sitting on the sofa where but now they were wearing nothing but panties. When I handed her the drink and Mary patted the sofa right next to her. I sat and took a large drink before setting the glass on the coffee table. I looked at Mary and in answer, she calmly said, "As you two know, I have been without a sex for quite some time.” Janet and I both nodded agreement and she went on, “I’m was very horny and needed some sexual relief.”
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Having read Mary entry, I had already arranged for Janet to join us, and all we’d been wanting on was the right opportunity. We looked at each other and Janet just smiled. I looked at Mary and ask, “Are you joking or are you serious?”
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 She smiled and said, “I’m very serious and have thought about this for a couple of weeks. You two are friends of mine and I love both of you to death. Would you have sex with me? ... I mean both of you. I want to have a 3-some with you and Janet.
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I looked at Janet again and she nodded yes. I leaned over to Mary and gently kissed her lips. She opened her mouth and we began French kissing. After a couple minutes we all three forgot the drinks and went into my bedroom. When we got in the bedroom, I did not know what to do or where to begin so I just sat down on the bed. I think Janet realized this so she started rubbing Mary's thigh with one hand and my already hard dick with the other. When Janet and I discussed giving Mary her FMF 3-some, it was to be me kissing and playing with both of the women and they doing the same with me and then I would fuck both of them.
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Well that’s exactly what began to happen. I kissed and played with Mary, then kissed and played with Janet for a while. They did some touching of each other. Played with each other’s breasts and such but not pussies. Then the two of them started playing with me and rubbing as well as kissing me all over. Janet would suck on my dick while Mary kissed me and licked or sucked my nipples. Then they switched and Mary sucked my dick while Janet kissed me and licked and sucked my nipples. They both played with my dick and balls together. After a while, Janet whispered for me to fuck Mary. I smiled and crawled between her legs. I begin licking Mary's pussy. She purred and moaned as this was happening. Then, Janet started licking Mary's breasts and sucking/biting her nipples. This pushed Mary over the edge causing her to cum several times.
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Then I stopped eating her and placed my throbbing dick against her wet pussy. Janet took hold of my dick and slowly pulled me towards Mary’s hot, wet and swollen pussy. As the head parted her puffy lips and entered her, Mary moaned and thrust her pussy at me causing me to ram my hard dick deep inside her. We started fucking slowly at first and it felt great. Janet started kissing me and playing with Mary's breasts. Mary went nits. She was thrusting her hips up at me and moaning with pleasure. After about ten minutes, Janet lowered her mouth and started licking and nipping Mary’s breasts. Thrashing and screaming, Mary started cumming. Her having multiple orgasms got me so excited that she caused me to lose it. As her hot cum squirted around my dick, my balls let go and I started shooting and shooting into her very hot pussy. Once my balls were empty and I’d shot my whole load of cum into Mary, I just lay there holding her.
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Janet joined us and she and I kissed Mary as well as each other. Finally, I rolled off Mary and just lay there.
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I felt movement on the bed and looked over and chuckled because Janet was in between Mary's out stretched legs. She was slowly licking Mary's inner thighs, slowly moving towards her swollen pussy lips. Before I realized what was she was she was licking up my cum as it seeped out of Mary’s pussy. With a sigh, Mary put her hands on Janet's head, gently caressing it. This perked my interest so I sat up and started watching these two ladies enjoying each other. Janet started out kissing and licking all around the outside of Mary's pussy, but then push her tongue deep inside Mary’s pussy, cleaning our combined cum out of her pussy.
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This was so erotic and exciting that it wasn’t long before I felt my dick getting hard again. Slowly, I leaned over and started kissing and nibbling on Mary's very firm breasts and hard nipples. Caught up in lust, she started wiggling her hips around and moaning. As her moans got louder, Janet continued licking and kissing her swollen pussy. Shortly, Mary screamed like a banshee and started cumming again. When Mary was finally spent and her tremors subsided, Janet rolled over and lay there panting. Her face was flush and her breath was coming in gasps. As her breathing leveled out, she started playing with her own pussy.
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Wanting a closer look, I moved over and started licking and kissing Janet's inner thighs. Slowly working my way up to her sweet shaved pussy. The lips were open and her moisture was running down towards her ass. When I started licking her moist outer lips, she sighed contentedly and raised her knees towards her chest and opened her thighs wider, exposing her pretty little pink asshole. It was so clean looking with her juices shining that I couldn’t resist. I flicked my tongue out and started lapping there also. Janet gasped and moaned, “Yesssss, please don't stop.”
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I continued cheerfully licking Janet's now tightly puckered ass for a couple seconds more then stopped and shoved two fingers inside her wet pussy. After I got them lubricated I pulled them out and started alternately rubbing her wet juices onto her asshole and pushing my fingers back inside her. I then got up and moved forward and laid the head of my rock hard dick against her slit. Then I teased her a little by rubbing the head around her clit. Just as I began to slide inside her, Janet wrapped her legs around my waist pulling me deep inside her. She was very wet and very tight. Once my 8-inch dick was buried balls deep inside her, we just lay there for a couple minutes just enjoying the feel of each other. Then I felt her start squeezing my dick with her inner muscles. It felt great. As I started slowly working my dick in and out of her tight pussy, I slipped my still wet index finger into her asshole. She gasping and bucked hard against me both at the same time, as my finger pierced her sphincter and entered ass.
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All of a sudden, I felt Mary's hand on my balls. She was playing with my balls and feeling Janet's pussy at the same time. As I continued enjoying the feeling of Janet's hot pussy, I felt her quivering in the throes of passion. Mary moved around and started sucking on Janet's erect nipples, first one then the other. This was all it took. Janet screamed, “Oh god, I'm cummmmming.  Oh God … this is great.”  Her thrusting hips and squeezing pussy set me off too. We both exploded into hard orgasms. As I spewed spurt after spurt into her, Janet was in the throes of multiple orgasms.
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I rolled off of Janet gasping for breath. As I did, s
omething came over Mary. When she parted Janet's legs, I could see moisture beading up on the pink flesh of her outer lips of her bald pussy.  As Mary moved between her legs, Janet cupped her lovely breasts and purred, “Why don’t you suck them?”  Eagerly Mary leaned down and started kissing and licking them all over. One of Janet's hands was possessively on the back of Mary’s neck and with the other she reached up and grabbed one of Mary’s breasts. That encouraged Mary to move her hand between Janet's thighs and place it on her pussy. Spasms of pleasure vibrated through Janet's wide spread thighs as Mary gently ran her fingers up and down Janet's moist slit. With a giggle, Mary happily devoured her luscious breasts while she fingered Janet's pussy.
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Moving down, Mary pressed her lips against Janet's engorged clit and started sucking with a vengeance. She went at it like pro, like she’d been eating pussy all of her life, even though I knew for a fact that this was her first taste of pussy. Her tongue darted out and teased her clit, before she dove in for a taste of her juices. Her taste was like aphrodisiac to Mary. Like an explosion lust surged through Mary’s body. She could feel Janet quivering helplessly, totally turned on. Her tongue flicked so insistently over Janet's clit, pushing her closer and closer to the brink.
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While Mary was eating her, Janet was working her but good and she loved it. Without taking her pussy off Mary’s mouth, Janet rolled her over on her back and straddled me in a 69 position. Then she quickly positioned her head between Mary’s thighs and lowered face down to her crotch and slid her tongue between Mary’s warm, moist pussy lips and stroked her. When she licked up the length of Mary’s slit, she clamped her thighs against her head. When Janet's tongue found the bud of Mary’s erect clit, her entire body shuddered her arousal. This was so beyond her wildest fantasy that she could hardly believe that it was happening at first. She was stunned by how good it felt. Trance like, Mary reached down and caressed Janet's exquisitely beautiful face as she eagerly rubbed Mary’s wet throbbing slit against her grateful mouth.
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She was so hot and passionate that Mary obviously liked what they were doing as much as Janet did. While Janet’s mouth was working its magic on her, Mary’s mouth was giving her pussy a thrill, too. Mary started by burying her tongue as far into Janet's broiling pussy as she could and the wiggling response of Janet's hips told her that she was doing a good job. Gently parting the perky pink lips of Janet's steaming pussy, Mary continued licking her boiling clit.   
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God, what a mouth Janet had, one of her thumbs was strumming Mary’s clit while her nose was buried in her pussy. Mary squirmed and shifted her weight as Janet alternated between teasing her enflamed clit and her soaking pussy. Just as Mary cried out in orgasm, Janet erupted like a volcano, gushing cream all over Mary’s face.  
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I went to the bathroom, and when I returned, they were lying together softly exchanging kisses and holding each other. They both looked at me, eyes shining and smiling happily.
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After we all had a nice shower Mary dressed and headed home. After she left, Janet fixed us a light meal for us and we sat visiting for a while. Then we retired.
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At breakfast the next morning, Janet told me that, “My husband’s coming home today so I maybe able to slip over for a quickie, but I won’t be able to stay over until he leaves again.”

Kissing her on the back of the neck as I got up to get us more coffee, I purred, “My loss. How long will he be home?”
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“At least the rest of the week,” she muttered, “How hard is it to learn to fight like you do?”
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“You mean with my hands or with my sword?”
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“Both.”
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”An eccentric neighbors started teaching me to when I was 13, then as I got older and stronger he added real swords. After a year of fencing he sent me too an Aikido school. I suspect now that he was a fellow immortal that sensed I was also an immortal and started my training early.  After about 11-years he disappeared, which probably means that another immortal killed him. Then after I was killed in the car wreck another immortal spent 2-years teaching me the rules of combat.”
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“When he thought that he’d taught me all that he could, he moved on.”   
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“Can you teach me?”  Before I could answer, she went on, “I’ve been was a gymnast through high school and college and have stayed in shape.”  The next week when her husband was out of town I helped her enroll in a fencing class at the local college. I couldn’t believe how quick she took to it. Within 6-months, she was the star pupil and winning novice tournaments. To my surprise, Janet persevered and not only finished out the year but finished it out with honors.
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A lot happened during that year. Together the girls and I were able to fulfill everyone’s fantasy, Janet got a divorce, and I bought a vacant office building. That meant that when the year was up and I kept my promise to Janet, I was able to teach her to use real blades in my own gym. It was on the ground floor of an old office building. The second and third floors were small but nice suits for visitors that wanted or need to stay over night. In the case of Janet, she moved in for a couple of days and never left. When she and her husband divorced, they sold the house and split the money. She moved in with me until she could find a new place. Instead she put all the settlement money in the bank and stayed in the guest room. Actually the one she moved into was a complete apartment, living room, dining room, kitchen, large bedroom, walk-in closet, and huge bathroom. The fourth story was a museum where I was displaying the swords of slain immortals and the top floor had been converted to a luxurious apartment. And the girls just loved the freedom to swim and sunbathe nude in my rooftop pool and patio. Which was especially nice for me, because the girls had turned my gym with all its Nautilus equipment into their own private fitness center. They had all started out very attractive, but now that they were all toned up they were positively beautiful. I often wondered if their husbands even noticed, or cared.
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With the move, I’d severed my ties with Joe and strengthened my ties with the girls. Over a very short time they’d become my harem, each bringing something special to the mix. Janet was, well, Janet was just Janet. Mary brought uninhibited curiosity and tenderness. Joe and his crude ways was a fool. He had no idea what he was missing.
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The first fantasy that I’d drawn had been Emily’s. I told Emily that I needed her help with a job. She was check into a sleazy down town hotel. Then go up to her room and dress real sexy and go down to the bar. There she was to be contact by a man, and she was to follow his instructions. I’d picked this particular hotel because its bar seemed to always attract a crowd of guys on the make in the evenings. The type bar where a working girl and her ‘john’ leaving would go unnoticed.
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When she got to her room, Emily looked in her bag at the ‘hunting’ clothes that I’d packed for her and saw that I’d included a pair of black fishnet thigh high hose. I’d also packed one of her shortest and tightest skirts. It was best describes in terms of inches below the bottom of her butt, there were not many, and it fit her like a second skin showing off every inch and curve of her succulent ass. I hadn’t packed her any panties but it didn’t matter because the skirt was so tight that she wouldn’t have been able to wear them anyway because the panty lines would clearly show. The top I selected was rather filmy and in the right light you would be able to see Emily’s breasts and nipples, because she wouldn’t be wearing a bra.
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Emily got dressed in her top and skirt and then slipped on her four-inch ‘Come-Fuck-Me’ heels. She later told me that when she stood up after putting on her heels it felt as though her butt was even more prominent in her tight short skirt. She looked really good in the slutty clothes, the aerobics training they I’d put her on was really paying off, her body looked much slimmer and more toned than it had 6-months ago. A final shot of perfume and she left her room and headed for the hotel lounge.
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Emily found a seat at one end of the bar and ordered a drink. As she waited, she positioned herself so that she was mostly facing into the lounge area of the bar and essentially pointed her knees straight out towards the main seating area. When she sat down her short skirt rode up on her hips a few inches so turned like she was, anyone who chose to look could actually see the tops of her thigh high fishnet hose and a bit of naked thigh above that.
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Sipping her drink, she surveyed the room looking for her connection. Emily crossed and uncrossed her legs periodically each time lingering and leaving them open for a few moments so that her lack of panties would be evident. She had just reached back to pick up her drink from the bar when she heard a voice from behind her saying, "I just have to meet the sexiest woman I’ve seen in a long time." She was startled by the very direct approach and turned towards the voice and saw that it came from a guy who was at best in his early twenties. Emily gulped when she saw that someone so much younger than her was flirting with her. 
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The guy, his name was Conrad, was about 6-foot 2 and around 195 pounds. He was what the girls would describe as "a hunk." He had dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes and he played lacrosse for the local college, which explained his sculpted physique. Emily could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter when she realized that Conrad was looking to pick her up.
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They chatted for a bit and Emily figuring that she was entitled to a little fun, unabashedly flirted with him. Emily caught him several times trying to surreptitiously adjust the hardening cock in his trousers. Feeling naughty, Emily said, "Let me do that," as she reached out and discretely cupped Conrad's cock in her hand and felt it through his trousers. Then she laughingly said, “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you glad to see me?”
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Embarrassed by her forwardness, Conrad gave her the password and handed her an envelope. When she opened it, it instructed her to go with the barer of the letter and do whatever he said. Emily read the letter and said, "Is he kidding me or is this a set up to yank my chain?"
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"No," replied Conrad, "I assure you that he’s completely serious. I need to know if you’re willing to do what the letter says."
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"Do you know what the letter says?" Emily asked.
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"Of course, now let's get out of here," Conrad said.
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Just then the bartender came by and asked if Emily and Conrad wanted another round and Conrad asked for the check. When the bartender put the check on the bar and Conrad told him to charge it too Emily’s room.
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They walked out of the bar and made their way to Emily's room. When Emily heard the door click shut behind her, she knew that she couldn’t say ‘no’ to any that Conrad wanted. As she watched him set up the video camera and said, "What's going to happen?"
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Taking her in his arms, Conrad kissed her and said, "Let it be a surprise."
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They kissed deeply for a while and Conrad got Emily’s top off. Then he sucked first one and then the other of her nipples into his mouth. Conrad started to moan and was clearly turned on by this young hunk’s attention.
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Her skirt came next and then except for her black fishnet hose and her ‘Come-Fuck-Me’ heels, Emily stood naked before a guy 10-years her junior.
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The Immortal
Part-10-of-10
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Taking Emily by the hand, Conrad led her over to the bed. He moved two pillows down to the center of the bed and positioned Emily over them on her stomach so that her lovely ass was elevated. He rubbed her ass a bit and then reached under her and played with her clit until he had her close to an orgasm.  Stopping just short of making her cum, Conrad undressed.  Then belt in hand, Conrad got on the bed in front of Emily and said, "I am going to use my belt on your ass until you make me cum with your mouth and swallow it down." When he held his cock up to her face, Emily took it into her mouth and went to work. As soon as she realized that Conrad was using her as a suck whore she tried to suck his cock as hard and as fast as she could to spare her ass as much punishment as possible. Despite her best efforts, it took a little over four minutes for Conrad to shoot his load and you could hear Emily yelp and grunt around Conrad's cock each time his belt struck her upturned ass. Emily easily took over 50-stripes on her ass before she made Conrad shoot down her throat.
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Once Emily moved one of her hands down to rub or protect her ass and Conrad grabbed her wrist and said, "Keep your hands away or I will handcuff you." When she moved her hand away Conrad gave her an extra hard slap with his belt.
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Emily let Conrad soften in her mouth and then sucked the last few drops of his cum as he withdrew.
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They were lying in bed when Conrad's cell phone rang. He got out of bed and retrieved his cell phone from his pants.
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Emily could hear only one side of his conversation.
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"Yo, Conrad here."
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"What cha' doin"?"
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"You aren't going to belief this but I am at the hotel with this incredible MILF."
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"She already sucked me off and I have a letter from her husband saying he wanted me to paddle her ass for the rest of the night."
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"Geez, Guinevere, I hadn't thought of that."
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"So it's you and George and his girlfriend, Angie."
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"OK, I will see you in a while."
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Conrad turned to Emily and said, "Get dressed; we are going over to my frat house."
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Emily protested both about going somewhere besides her room and getting other people involved but Conrad picked up the letter and said, "I don't see anything in the letter that says you don't go where I want you to go and do whatever I want you to with whomever I want you to you."
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She took the letter from his hand and scanned it quickly. When she was done she slumped her shoulders as she said, "You're right," I have to go where you want me to go and do whatever you want me to do." She also rubbed her still stinging ass with one hand and shuddered because she now knew from reading the letter that her ass was in for more punishment.
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While Emily was getting dressed, under the pretext of going to the bathroom, Conrad called me and told me that he was taking her to his frat house. Janet and I immediately hopped in my car and headed over there. Conrad said that they would take the long way around, so that Janet and I would have time to get there before they did. As planned we arrived before Emily did and parked in the back of the building.
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While he was in the bathroom, Emily had put her filmy top back on and her nipples were protruding enticingly. She had not cum during her spanking and was still turned on from the other attention that Conrad had paid to her body. He got back into the room in time to see her step into her skirt, tugged it up over her hips, and pulled the zipper up. The tightness of her skirt further pressed against her otherwise naked and now reddened ass again focusing her feelings on the part of her that would continue to be abused.

Picking up her purse and said, "What about the toy kit?"

"We have everything we should need at the house."

Then Conrad opened the door and they walked into the hall and out of the hotel. He led Emily over to his car and opened the passenger door for her. He got in the other side and they were off.

Mentioning that they were low on beer, Conrad turned right and then left and pulled into the parking lot of a convince store. It was one of the national chains and the lot was brightly lit. He parked the car and Emily assumed that he would leave her waiting in the car. After he got out of the car, Conrad walked around to Emily’s side and opened the door.

Emily stammered for a second and said, "Can't you just go and get them? I'm not sure I'm dressed for this."

"Sure you are," Conrad said as he Emily's hand and pulled her out of the car. "Besides, I want everyone to see the attractive woman I am spending the night with."

Emily’s face flushed with embarrassment as they walked across the parking lot.  To Emily the bright lights of the parking lot felt as though they were going right through her filmy top and she knew that in the brightly lit store her top would do little to hide her nipples or the outline of her breasts.

It got even more humiliating once they were in the store.  With every step on the tile floor her heels made a sharp click sound that drew every eye in the store towards her and without her bra her jiggling breasts gave them something to look at. The lights left no doubt that she was bra less and her nipples were even harder than they had been back at the hotel.

Conrad led Emily over to the beer cooler, paused for a few moments and then selected four cases of Mexican beer and put it in her grocery cart. Then he reached into his pocket, counted out some bills and said, "Here, you’ll have to buy these, I’m only 19," as he handed the bills to Emily.  

Emily felt like running away as her humiliation mounted. She was going to have to walk to the cashier, wait in line with nothing but beer and then complete her purchase. Her almost see through top, very short skirt, fishnet hose and ‘Come-Fuck-Me’ heels made her look sexy as hell and left little doubt that she was going to get fucked. Having this young hunk standing next to her while she bought four cases of beer only made it only worse. Despite her humiliation Emily’s pussy was soaked and she could feel her juices leaking down the insides of her thighs. even her breathing had grown more rapid.

Shopping done, Conrad got Emily back in the car and they were off again.
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In a small voice Emily asked, "How many people will be at your fraternity?"

Conrad knew that Emily was worried about becoming the center of an all hands on deck gang bang so he said, "Well, it's Friday night and there is usually a party so I’d say 40 or 50."

"Oh my God," Emily gasped.

Kevin talked about how wild their parties were for a few minutes and then said, "I'm just kidding you. The college is closed for the break between quarters and most of the guys have gone home. It is only me and two other guys and the girlfriend of one of the guys."

Ann breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I thought there were two girls because you mentioned Angie and Guinevere on the phone."

Kevin smiled and said, "Well we call her Guinevere and assume she is a girl." He paused for a few seconds before continuing, "Don't worry, you’ll meet Guinevere soon enough."
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While they’d been buying beer Janet and I had been on our way to the frat house. We park in the back and entered through the kitchen door. A kid getting a beer out of the fridge directed up the hall and told us to ask for Carl. When we introduced ourselves Carl said, “Do I know?”
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“I don’t think so.”
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“Carl told me that you were coming,” said Carl as he opened a door into a small room where you can watch. It was a small office like room with two-way mirrors where we could sit and watch. Apparently this wasn’t Carl’s first time at this. He had several cameras and lights hidden around the room so I could secretly film the action. There was even had speakers so we could listen.
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When he saw Conrad and Emily walk in the door and look around, he hurried out to greet them. A speaker crackled and we heard their voices as Carl shock Conrad’s hand and said, "Right on time ...then turning towards Emily, he said, “Hi, I'm Carl."
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In another minute they were at the house and Conrad led Emily inside. Introductions were made with Conrad introducing Carl, Stan, and George, his 3-fraternity brothers, and Angie, George's girlfriend, to Ann. Then Conrad looked over at Emily Ann and said, "Why don't you tell everyone how you happen to be here."
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Emily started at the beginning of how I’d sent her to the hotel with orders to dress slutty and go to the bar and await her contact. She’d told them how she’d been contacted at the bar by Conrad, and how he’d given her a letter instructing her to obey Conrad. She even told them about what Conrad had done to her earlier in the evening. Finally, she said that Conrad had the letter that detailed what was to happen to her tonight and the rules about permanent marks.
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"The letter basically says that we are to punish Emily's ass until she sucks and fucks us to our satisfaction," Conrad laughed. They could see Emily visibly tremble at his words.
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"Well let's get this show on the road," Stan said. He walked over to where Emily was standing and said to her, "Show us what we’re going to be working with tonight."

word must have gotten around, because when Emily looked around the crowd had grown. Now a little concerned, Emily's hands slowly moved up and she started to open her filmy top. When it parted in the front everyone could see her hard nipples and her breasts moving up and down on her chest with every breath. Emily’s could fell her face redden as she pulled the top completely off and stood topless in front of five college students almost half her age. She felt a mixture of embarrassment, lust as a very beautiful black girl reached out and cupped one of her breasts. Then giggled as she gently pinched Emily erect nipple.
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Even though embarrassed, she still got some satisfaction from knowing that the bulges she saw forming in the guys' pants was due to her and that she still had what it took.

Next Emily opened the button on the side of her skirt and pulled the zipper down. Then she wriggled her hips seductively as she pulled the skirt down over her hips, down her shapely thighs and stepped out of it when it hit the floor. When she bent down to pick it up the kids could see that her ass was still red from the strapping Conrad had given her earlier. Before she could rise up a smirking Carl reached out and caressed her firm butt. 
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As we watched Emily stepped out of her skirt, Janet giggled, "Look at the little slut, all wet and hot. Ready to be fucked."
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Emily flushed with embarrassment as everyone crowded around to get a better look at her naked body. "Well..." she started to say something, but Conrad cut her off. "Time to meet Guinevere." Eagerly, Stan and George went over to the corner and pulled an old wooden spanking horse into the center of the room. You could tell it has been around for a while as the wood was worn in spots as were the various leather straps.
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"Guinevere has been in the fraternity for over fifty years," Conrad said, "She gets used when new pledges are initiated."
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He led Emily over to Guinevere and said, "Let me show you how it works."
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Conrad showed Emily the various straps and how the person who was going to be paddled was positioned. He also showed her how they had modified it to fit a vibrator in a strategic place for when it was used on a girl. He explained that one of the sororities had started to borrow it for their initiations and had come up with the idea.
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Emily stood silently and listened to him and then offered no resistance when he positioned her behind the horse and pushed her down over it. Hands quickly put the leather straps around Emily's ankles and above her knees. Two other straps went over her back and shoulders and two more secured her hands.
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Once she was secure, Carl turned to his friends and said, “I've got a surprise for you.” Knowing that it would be picked up by his sound system, Carl turned towards the mirrors, and said, “Hey, Brian, I finally remembered where I know you from.
  With everyone watching, he sat on the edge of a table and unzipped his jeans, revealing his seven-inch dick straining against his BVD's. Then he said, “Why don’t you come on out here and give us a sample of your hot mouth? And don’t be wearing anything but your pretty panties when you come out. ”
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Watching Emily undress had made me so horney that I quickly stripped to my panties and rushed back into the party room. Before I could do or say anything, Carl held up a collar and said, “Turn around, I want to put this on you.”  As I turned, he grabbed my wrists and had my wrists handcuffed together before I knew what he was doing. In a matter of seconds I was cuffed and collared and on my knees submissively in front of Carl.
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“Hey, everyone. Remember the football Sundays that I spent with my uncle?  Well, this guy was always the entertainment. Anyone want to see him pull a train?”  Then with everyone clapping and cheering him on, Carl laughed, “Stretch out your tongue, slut. Good. Let me see that mouth of yours. Very nice." Then he put his hand on the back of my head and then brought me closer. "Now let me see that tongue lick up that nice big drop of pre-cum." Being in submissive mode, I did as I was told. "Now,” laughed Carl, “Do what you’ve wanted to do ever since you saw my dick."
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Obediently, I quickly started sucking and licking on his large hanging balls. Moaning, Carl rock back on his hips and pushed me further down so I could tongue his hairy brown asshole. Moving back up, I gingerly kissed the head of his dick and then let it fall in my mouth. I was getting turned on as it began to become erect. I pulled his foreskin back and started circling my tongue around his big dick head as I moved my hand up and down his shaft. It was hot pulling his foreskin over my tongue.         
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"Good boy,” he cooed as …
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Continued in ‘The Immortal-II” …
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