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My wife is a sexy lady who loves non stop fucking throughout the day but I am not up to the mark. Many husbands find it difficult to admit that they are unable to satisfy their wives but I am different. It happened like this…….. ….

I woke with a dry mouth and throbbing head. Through bleary eyes I didn’t recognize the image of the surroundings which danced crazily around inside my head. I stopped to think for a minute. Hmmm…. It was clearly obvious that I was suffering the ill effects of drinking too much from the night before, but this didn’t shed any light on where I was, what time it was, how I got to be here, or indeed, what day it was.

Here I was lying on some stranger’s sofa,  I sat upright and almost instantly regretted doing so. The room spun round and round, nausea engulfed me. I lied back down again to keep myself from throwing up. It was then recollections of the previous night’s events started to spring in to my mind.

My wife Sue was there with me. We had been invited to a wedding reception; a friend of Sue was getting married. When I say friend, she was more like acquaintance and when we got there we hardly knew anyone. So far so good, my memory seemed to be restoring gradually as I traced the night’s
events. I idly thought a little more about it. I picked up from where I left off. We hardly knew anyone there, but everyone was really friendly, laughing, joking and after a while we found ourselves sitting on a table with some close friends of the bride and groom.

We talked like old friends, having rounds of drinks for with each other, dancing and generally having a good time. I remembered the disco stopping for what must have been the end of the night and getting into a car driven by one of the men we had befriended at the table. I sat in the front passenger seat; Sue had sat in the back in-between two other friends of the man driving the car. Matt and Sam, yes, that’s what there names were. Jack was driving. It was a long journey, but Sue seemed to be enjoying herself, whispering and giggling with the other two in the back.

We eventually pulled up in a driveway in front of a house and went inside and I was poured another drink. Someone put some music on. Music…. Sue was dancing with Jack in the sitting room, some slow songs were playing and they were fairly close to each other. At first I didn’t notice it, although it must have happened practically the moment they started dancing, Jack’s hands were resting on Sue’s ass.

This progressed from a gentle caress to a full-on grope. And yet I sat there saying nothing. My wife was being touched up in front of me and I had quite plainly accepted it. Maybe it was the drink, maybe I was being naive, but this was for sure – Sue was being quite clearly being groped by this man and obviously knew it, and yet she said nothing either. There again, I thought to myself, if I was at her place enjoying a little fun and my husband didn’t object, neither would I.

My non-objection for those mingling was getting a little out of hand. It was like a free invitation for all to have a quick feel up whilst having a smooch with my wife. Jack, Matt and Sam took it in turns to have a dance with Sue, each pressing them close to her. Their hands were roaming along her hips, around her waist, stroking each arse cheek in turn even feeling the back of her thighs. Sue was responding this by giggling and whispering in each of the men’s’ ears. Her fingers intertwined around the back of their necks, swaying with the songs playing on the stereo.

My memory was becoming fuzzy again; all I could remember now was sitting and watching the men dance in turn with my wife while I drank my way through the bottle of vodka which I had been presented with. And that was it – that was all I could remember, I must have blacked out. I looked down at the floor, there was the empty vodka bottle and drained glass…

I decided that it was time to do something, even if it was to get a glass of water. I hauled myself up and set off to look for the kitchen. Feeling a little better after finding the kitchen sink and drinking what seemed like a gallon of water I headed off to have a look round to see where everyone was. This proved to be less than fruitful, the two bedrooms I found were empty, although obviously slept in – the sheets were messed up, the bathroom was empty, although obviously used – towels were discarded all over the floor, the kitchen was empty, although littered with empty packets and bottles. I wandered back in to the sitting room. It was only then I saw the letter on top of the television addressed to me.

I opened it up, it read: “Darling, I thought you’d better have some rest, get a taxi and come home when you wake up, there’s a taxi waiting outside, love Sue”.

Sue was up and about when I got in.

“Recovered then?”, she asked.

“Just about”, I replied. “It must have been hell of a night, if my hangover’s anything to be judged by.”

“Shame you missed all the fun though honey…”

“Errr, what fun was that you were talking about then?” I stumbled.

“The fun you arranged but missed because you got so drunk you fell asleep. Still, I enjoyed myself.”

Now I was completely confused. Fun? Fun that I arranged? What did I miss out on? I couldn’t remember a thing.

“Err… I can’t remember exactly what happened last night. All I recall was being in a house with some music, dancing, that sort of thing. You know?”, I said attentively.

“And they were getting a bit carried away, right?”
“Yeah, they’re hands were all over your ass.”

“They were”, Sue replied quite calmly, “but you said you didn’t mind.”

“I DID?”

After I had been dancing with Jack, Matt and Sam, I went into the kitchen to get another drink for you. You followed me in, all you kept saying was that how you had seen the way that I had been dancing with the men and how much it was turning you on. You kept repeating yourself, telling me how sexy I was, and how much you wanted to see me kissing another man.

(Inside I was laughing to myself, because what hubby didn’t know was that when I was dancing with Jack, Matt and Sam they were turned on too. They kept rubbing their hard, stiff cocks against my tummy, and kept whispering in my ear that they were making plans to take turns to fuck me. In fact, in the car on the way back from the wedding reception Matt had his hands between my legs trying to finger my pussy through my panties while Sam had his hands underneath my blouse feeling my tits through my bra.

Matt, Sam & I couldn’t believe hubby didn’t notice anything was going on. Before the stop I was sitting in the middle of the back seat with my legs wide open, my panties pulled down round my knees with Matt and Sam’s fingers stretching my sopping wet cunt to its limits.

You said that you wanted me to kiss one of the men as I danced with him. I refused, saying that they’d probably want to get me into bed if I started to lead them on. This seemed to turn you on even more. You said how much you’d like to see another man having sex with me. How you’ve fantasized about it but were too afraid to ask me. You do realize, I said to you, that if one of them had sex with me, they would all expect to have sex with me every now and then. I asked you if you were certain that this was what you wanted. You told me not to worry.

We went back into the living room, you sat down and I asked Jack to come to me for another dance. We started moving to the music, our bodies pressed closely together, I could now feel his prick hardening against my stomach. I kissed him gently on the lips. The kiss lingered, Jack explored my mouth with his tongue, French kissing deeply, our hands started exploring each others bodies. Jack pulled my skirt up to my hips, showing my black panties.  Then he slid his hands inside the thin material, slowly caressing my ass. My hand worked in between us, unbuttoning his jeans. I was working my way inside his boxer shorts, grasping his big, thick cock. Oh, it was so big, much bigger and thicker than yours, I could almost hear it throbbing, I wanted him to fuck me there in the middle of the room, I didn’t care that you and the other two were watching, I just needed him so badly now.

His hands moved from my bottom and undid my blouse, button by button. After removing it from me he unfastened my bra and sliding the straps over my shoulders and down my arms I stood topless in front of you all. Jack stepped out of his jeans and removed the rest of his clothes. We then resumed our kiss, even more passionate than before, tongues sharing each others mouths, my tits and stiff nipples pressing into Jack’s hairy chest, my hand cupping his large full balls. Jack placed his hand inside the front of my panties, working his fingers down past my pubic bone he slid two fingers in my wet slit.

I parted my legs slightly and started rocking back and forth, thrusting my hips against his hand, letting his big fingers finger- fuck me. I looked over to Matt and Sam, they too had removed their clothes and each sat enjoying the show with a well proportioned stiff cock in hand, obviously waiting for their turn.

I broke from Jack and took off my panties, sliding down over my legs revealing my pink pussy. I lied down on my back on the carpeted floor and like a true slut opened my legs wide and announced to Jack, Matt and Sam that I was ready for them to take turns to fuck me!

Jack was the first, he knelt between my legs and eased his giant cock into me, and then slowly started pumping his lovely massive dick in and out of my juicey pussy.

I was in heaven. He was fucking me as if I was some dirty cheap whore. His magnificent balls were slapping against my ass with every thrust of his hips. I was surprised that I didn’t wake the neighbors, I was screaming so loud!  Although wonderful, he came too quickly, ramming himself against me as he spurted his seed deep into my womb, plunging his cock into me, filling my pussy with his sperm. He withdrew from me, his cock was still hard and it dripped his thick cum on to my tummy.  Matt and Sam decided that the fairest way of who got the “next turn to fuck her” should be decided on the flip of a coin. Matt called heads and
won.

I didn’t find Matt very attractive, long-haired, fat and short, not the sort of man I would fancy. “In for a penny, in for a pound”, I thought to myself, it was too late to say no now. He had a nice enough cock though and wasted no time in sticking it in me, but he was a lot rougher than Jack and kept sticking his tongue in my mouth and grabbing my tits and pinching my nipples and ass as he slid his cock in and out of my cum-soaked pussy. Matt came quicker than Jack, satisfying himself only, not giving me chance to orgasm, adding his come to the seemingly huge amount that Jack’s had already deposited. I thought of the expression “sperm bank”, and giggled inside.

He got off me and almost immediately Sam’s cock took Matt’s place. Now Sam really was an expert, gently fucking me, fondling my tits, stroking my thighs, kissing my neck. The more he fucked me the more the sperm leaked out of my pussy, dripping down in between my ass cheeks, onto my asshole, it felt wonderful.
He fucked me for what seemed forever, I had orgasm after orgasm, he really was a great lover. Jack knelt beside my head and asked me to suck his cock. The he turned my head towards him and raised my face. He made my jaw open and stuck his cock in my mouth. I had little choice to suck his thick and fat cock, so I started licking and sucking it, running my tongue along the underside of his large dick, while Sam continued to pound his more than adequate meat into my messy cunt. Matt joined us, kneeling the other side of my head, and without warning stuck his finger in my asshole. I tried to scream out but was gagged by Jack’s huge cock. Matt wriggled his finger further up into my rectum, the feeling was immense – pain & pleasure. While he had his finger inside my butt hole he rubbed his sticky cock all over my face and then started wanking inches from me.

Jack took his cock out of my mouth and started wanking as well. Jack said that he and Matt were going to cum all over my face and that I should keep my mouth wide open so I could swallow their sperm. I did as they said, with my mouth wide open waiting for their loads. Jack came first, strings of the stuff landed all over me, on my eyes, in my hair, in my mouth.  Matt concentrated on getting all his load in my mouth, the first spurts hit the back of my throat, the rest landed on my tongue, Sam started pouring his sperm into my pussy.

When they had all finished they watched me swallow what I had in my mouth, and then made me lick their cocks clean. Shortly later they drove me home. They stayed there for a couple of hours and fucked me again on the carpet of the living room. They fucked me for continuously for two hours before leaving.

I managed to get up and make my way to the bed room and have a sleep before you arrive not bothering to clean the cum from my body.

Are you ready to fuck my cum filled pussy or you shall I just make you clean it instead?

Class was done for the day. Betty got up and wobbled away in her 6″ spiked high heels. Taking months of bimbo class will hopefully pay off. “Betty, you have chewing gum in your hair!” Mandy said with a giggle. “Duh!” I knew that I lost that somewhere!” Betty said with a breathy voice.

The two girls were such airheads and the best in their class at becoming the next great bimbos. Mandy had killer tits and ass, and Betty had the biggest boobs around along with sexy full lips. “It is sooo hard being a slut!” Betty told her friend. “I mean, it’s like, really!” Betty said with the look only an airhead could muster.

The two went back to their apartment and stripped into their bras and panties. “Oh dear!” Mandy said with the look of shock. I forgot to give our teacher, Mr. James, his weekly blowjob! I am gonna flunk his class!” Betty smiled and said “Duh! I never forget. I gave Mr. Robinson a blowjob Monday then he made me give one to the janitor on Wednesday.” “You will probably get an A” Mandy said in disgust.

The girls were two of the smartest young ladies their freshman year of college when they ran into Dave, a cute guy at the local bar. Dave sat with the girls for hours drinking and talking and when he told them that they didn’t have what most men are looking for, the girls were devastated. Betty said “But I am pretty and I have big tits and…” It doesn’t matter, you are both way too smart for a real man to take interest in you.”

Mandy asked the question “Well, what can we do Dave?” Dave told them that there was an exclusive class for girls like them where, if they worked really hard, they could become the perfect women. “That’s for me!” giggled Betty. “Me too, said an anxious Mandy, and within two weeks had started their education.

The girls joined an exclusive class of young women that were striving to become perfect bimbos. “Bimbo training is difficult and not for everyone” said the headmaster, Dr. Thomas. She was a busty, long legged hot looking blonde professor and knew what she was talking about. “For those of you that successfully pass this course, you will be airheads, sexy, slutty and desired by all men, wherever you may go.”

Both Mandy and Betty could not wait. Their first homework assignment was to go back to their apartment, dress as slutty as possible, go to a bar and make out with each other in front of several men. “Teacher said to wear extra thick lipstick. I wonder why?” Mandy said with a frown. “Duh! It is because it will look so slutty when we kiss. Smeared lipstick on both of us!”

Their next assignment was more difficult. They had to stand outside late at night, dressed like whores and their job was to get a minimum of three men to ask for a blowjob within two hours. Mandy was successful, but Betty could only get two men to shoot their cum into her silly little mouth. She had 15 minutes left to complete her assignment or she would get an F.

When it looked like she would fail, she saw a man walking slowly towards her. This is my last chance to pass my assignment. I just have to service this man! As he got closer, her face turned white in horror. It was her uncle! Now what?! She could be noticed or worse, she could fail her assignment and receive an F.

As he walked up he did not notice that Betty was his niece. “Hey baby, how about servicing this big, thick cock?” Betty did not look up. She unzipped her uncle’s pants an started sucking. How embarrassing! What if he found out and told her family? This was horrible! In no time at all, her uncle moaned and then grabbed the back of her head and filled her with his cum.

Betty did not know what to do. She swallowed like she was taught and as soon as her uncle walked away she ran home.

Another A for bimbo Betty!

The other day I had a phone call with this man that was just wonderful.

He loved to talk about money and how he wanted me to spend it all for him. He likes being told how and were to spend it and what to spend it on.

So it got me thinking, girls love money and guys love pussy. So all men pay every girl they are with or are around is one way or another either for the pussy or trying to get to the pussy.

I’m the type of girl who gets off on a guy that is willing to spend his last dime on me.  I have no problem selling my dirty panties or bra to a little piggy…lol! I even luv it more when the pathetic little pig pays me to humiliate that little stick between his legs.  Making him dress up like a sissy maid or sissy slut is all tops in my book! In fact, my pussy gets even wetter when I get to show my true colors and be the mean bitch that I truly am. Sorry but I love to make my sluts happy and if that means having them spending every last dollar they have to get there, then I’ll be dammed if I don’t have them spend it all on me!

If you think you might be the right Piggy for me then call.

Call Cheri

1-877-469-3848

My domineering wife again screamed at me for not making the bed. Why did this relationship become such a struggle? Over the years she became more and more dominant, and I, more submissive. Was this my nature? Did I enjoy being told what to do?

About a month later, in one of her more dominant moods, she threatened me. “If you don’t start behaving as I wish, we will march you right down to the tattoo parlor and get you a cute little tattoo.”

I was curious as to what she was thinking. “What sort of tattoo will you give me?” I said in a surprisingly obedient manner.”Hmmm, maybe one that simply says ‘Silly bimbo’ or ‘airhead’, or maybe we will get you a nice little ’sissy’ placed somewhere that everyone can see!”

My face went red with embarrassment. I could never allow this to happen! I would have to obey her every command.

Several days later, she walked up and handed me a clear plastic cock cage. “Put this on now! You need a little control.” I was angry and had no intention of doing such a thing. “Screw you! I am not wearing that thing for one minute!” I said with my most masculine voice.

She walked over to me, slapped my face and said “Bitch! I own you. I own your ass, your cock and your soul, now put it on before I really get upset!”

The next thing I knew, I was encased in this silly device! It allowed me to use the bathroom, but I now had to sit in order to go, just like a woman. The device was locked with a strong padlock and the key was hidden away somewhere.

As each day passed, I found myself unable to get aroused and the experience begun making me more and more obedient, more attentive to her needs. I felt myself thinking of ways to please her more, to make her happy with me.

After about 2 months of this new lifestyle of chastity, I felt that I finally was put into a position she would be happy with, but I was wrong. “Oh honey, I have something for you.” she called out from the bedroom. She asked me to come in and when I did, I found a frilly pinafore, bra, panties high heels and wig lying on the bed!

“This is what you will be wearing at home from now on. I have decided to make a substantial investment in your progress as a woman.”

“WHAT!?” No! I wont! I….” She placed her finger over my mouth and said “Hush now little lady and put on your things.” I was so angry, yet I found the idea erotic and a warm sensation shot though my body.

I put everything on and she entered the room with a big smile. “Very lovely!” she said and then, in the most shocking moment I can remember, in walked her new boyfriend to see me standing there as her new maid!

My life would never be the same. I really had become a woman. And it felt wonderful.

airhead- what every woman desires to become.
ball gag- this device improves a woman’s smile, so wear it often!
bimbo- a very popular girl.
blow job- what you should crave daily.
cum slut- a position of privilege.
dildo- a girl’s favorite lollipop.
gang bang- a special party for special girls.
slut- this is really good and if you are called this, feel proud!
toilet slut- a specialized woman trained to be very pleasing.

My rocky relationship with my ex-boyfriend went south. His behavior went from decent to mean and demanding. His domineering personality made it difficult to even be around him so I decided to break it off.

A few days later he asked me to come over to his place to talk. When I refused, he got verbally abusive and told me that if I did not get over there immediately, I would be sorry.

Not to want to prolong the relationship, I went over on my way to a party a girlfriend was having. I figured I would end it for good. I was wearing new 4″ high eels, a tight miniskirt and top, which I must admit, did look hot.

When I arrived he talked down to me, telling me I was only good for blow jobs anyway. When I turned to leave, he grabbed my arm and said “Bitch, you aren’t going anywhere!” I struggled but could not tear myself away. He then drug me over to this metal column and tied me to it. I yelled at him, then my yelling went to whining and then to crying. What was he going to do with me?

Several hours later He walked over with several rolls of duck tape and told me I would become the perfect girlfriend for him. I demanded that he let me go and he responded by slapping my face so hard that I almost passed out.

He then took out the duck tape and began to wrap me, almost like a mummy, until my legs, arms and hands could not move whatsoever! I begged him to stop but he continued until all that was showing was my head and high heels.

The position he encased me in was so that I was on my knees, a perfect position for his amusement.

Without any chance of movement, he drug me over to his front room and took out his cock and inserted in into my mouth. I moaned and struggled, but nothing I could do would free me. After about 15 minutes of satisfying him, he came and told me I had better enjoy and swallow, as that was all that my new diet would consist of!

I sat there in my kneeling position, unable to move for what seemed to be an entire day all alone. He returned later that day and again, went to his usual routine and unzipped his pants, exposed his cock, and filled me until he decided to cum.

I then used my sexiest voice and told him that I was sorry and he was right about everything. I said that if he let me go, I would be a better girlfriend and do everything he desired. He walked away until late that evening, when he decided to talk to me.

“How can I be sure I can trust you?” he said with his demanding voice. I assured him that I would comply with anything he wanted and would become the perfect woman.

After about an hour, he decided to unwrap me. Once free, I went over and kissed him and made love, promising to be obedient to his wishes and needs.

About two days later, when I thought it was the right time, he walked into the bathroom to take a shower. I put on my high heels and ran to the door to escape! About ten feet down the hall I realized I had left my car keys! I went back as fast as I could but there he was, waiting for me.

This would not be good.

Again I was mummified into his little sex doll, unable to move, crying and begging the while. He only smiled and said that I would never escape again.

Shortly after, there was a knock at the door. He opened it and in came about eight of his college friends! There I was in the middle of the living room, encased in duck tape, unable to move.

He invited each friend to “enjoy” his new toy. And one by one, the men shoved their cocks into my mouth and pumped away until they were through.

This time, however I was subjected to even a worse punishment. He put me over his shoulder and carried me down into his basement ad tossed me into a metal container, closed the top and locked it. “Bitch, I may come back for you in a day…that is, if I am still interested.”

Dear me! What would happen to me?

The slap on my face was beyond painful. The sensation of being slapped over and over and over on my face felt like fire. All because I could not take proper instruction.

About two months ago I had my first experience as a tranny. I went to a bar dressed like a whore: tight mini skirt, leather like blouse that looked as if it could not keep my tits in any longer, 5″ red high heel pumps, and a red shoulder-length wig all gave me the look of a professional girl.

Men could not stop staring. Although I was nervous, I liked the attention I was getting. After a few of the usual “Hi honey, can I buy you a drink?” then came by a man that appeared different. His smile, made me feel at ease, forgetting for a moment that I was a silly cross dresser trying to fool a few men.

“Hi, my name is Bobby and I am visiting the country for the first time.” He sounded so genuine and kind that I wanted to know him better. “Hi Bobby, welcome the the U.S.!” I said with the most breathy and sexy voice I could find.

In what seemed like only a hour, we found ourselves talking for five full hours until it was so late, that we were the last ones in the bar. Bobby worked for the government of Algeria and he was here to do some business transaction. Whatever, I liked him and found myself staring into his eyes.

“Would it be too forward of me to ask if you need a ride home, lovely lady?” I was charmed off my high heels. He really thought that I was a lovely lady! I found myself saying yes before I knew it and soon we were off into the night.

We went to his hotel room and he poured us a drink. I sipped mine but found myself becoming dizzy. When I told him, he suggested that I just lay on the couch until I felt better.

The next think I knew, I was awakened by a splitting headache and the sound of a woman crying. I was no longer in his apartment, or even in the country for what I could tell. Bobby was gone and now I was in a small room with two other women and about six men.

One woman was being told to strip and when she hesitated, they slapped her so hard that she fell to the floor. Te other woman was giving two men oral sex but it appeared she was fighting it as they were holding her in place tightly and demanding that she improve her “work”.

A man came over to me and smiled and said “Another dumb bimbo that has fallen for our Bobby! How amusing!”

I was drugged and then kidnapped for the sole purpose of becoming a sex slave! I had to get out of here! Then several men came over and told me to show them my “talents”. I started to beg for them to let me go, but then they started hold me down, strapping me to a post. Before long I could not move and they asked me again to show them what I could do. I started crying. Maybe I really was a woman! I knew I was trapped!

Then a large man came close and said “I know you are nothing but a bimbo, but you will show us your talents because you are now a cumslut!”, then he began slapping my face over, and over, and over.

The only escape from this terrible pain was to do exactly as he desired. I finally said “Okay! Okay! I will show you! Undo my arms, please.” Once my arms were untied, I went over to the large man and slowly unzipped his pants, exposing a massive cock! I knew that I had to obey.

I first started stroking it, then kissing the head. Then he grabbed my head and shoved the cock so far down my throat that I almost blacked out! I sucked best I could and found that he was pulling and pushing my head so violently, that I did not have to do much of anything, he was using me as a fuck doll.

Soon, he moaned and cum shot out! He missed my mouth and it went all over my face, eyes and lips. The other men laughed and applauded my efforts. “She will bring a high price tag, don’t you think?” Then I knew that to survive, I would have to become the best blow job bimbo on the planet.

All my life I imagined becoming the perfect bimbo secretary. Big, firm tits, revealing, tight and sexy clothes, the highest of high heels, and a total airhead.

My dream came true last month. I answered an add in the paper and was given a phone interview and, I got the job!

I went in for my first day. I was hired by a very firm and demanding boss, Mr. Davis. He is the president of a large corporation and hired me to answer the phone and do filing. At first, he asked me to come into his office and he would drop a pencil and ask me to pick it up. He did this often, simply to look down my blouse to see my large tits.

My nipples were protruding and firm, and he stared at them whenever he talked to me. One day I wore jeans. In about 45 minutes I was called into Mr. Davis’ office. He screamed at me! “You dumb little slut! Don’t you know anything? As my secretary, you are NEVER to wear pants. You are nothing but a slut. A bimbo. A whore. MY whore! I demand an apology!”

I could not lose this job so I apologized. “Mr. Davis, I am really sor…” The next thing I know, he walked over to me and said “Bitch, suck my cock and make it quick! I have a board meeting in 15 minutes and so help me, if you spill any cum onto my new rug, I will beat your ass!”

I was not that kind of girl but knew I had to obey…and fast! I unzipped his expensive dress pants and started sucking fast. He came quickly and talked so dirty as he came. “Fucking whore! Take it all, you dirty dumb cumslut! Eat it like a woman should!”

I finished and he allowed me to go.

“Betty?” his masculine voice echoed my name. “Yes, Mr. Davis?” “Betty, as punishment for today, wear that white low cut top tomorrow, I feel like cumming down your tits and you will wear my cum all day while answering the phone, do you understand?!”

“Yes Mr. Davis, I understand.”