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When I go to work in my male clothes (I work in an office where I must wear a suit), besides wearing ladies undergarments which I am sure most of you do, Mistress has made me sew up the pockets on my trousers and coat. I am only allowed to wear business shirts that have no pockets as well. Mistress believes that pockets are a symbol of  masculine superiority over women and as such forbids me such a privilege. Women have had to endure this inconvenience for centuries so I can too. This may not sound a big deal but it is a nuisance and an inconvenience greater than I realized. As Mistress says it is a good regular reminder of my underlying sissy status. I have a ‘man bag’ in which I keep my keys, phone and purse (I am also forbidden a wallet). It has led to some teasing from my work colleagues which I must endure. When I complained to Mistress about the teasing she said I must learn to accept in a spirit of obedience as a demonstration of my love for my wife. After work drinks with colleagues are also forbidden. I have to rush home to get dinner on the table and attend to my other chores.

Last week I was feeling particularly feminine so I decided to dress up. Nothing wild, just my 40-dd boobs and bra, my tight girlie jeans, a tight knit t-shirt and my 5″ black “school marm” high heels. I decided to wear my brightest red lipstick. I have to say, although I intended to just walk around alone, I did look hot! I found myself prancing around in a mostly empty shopping center when a black man in a pickup truck drove by. When he saw me, he slowed down and shouted “Hey girlfriend!” I had several feelings rushing through me. I was frightened that this man yelled to me, but at the same time, I was so very aroused to know he was attracted to me. Was it my 5″ high heels? My large, busting-through-my-top tits? Maybe it was my feminine walk? In any event, in a rather panicked move, instead of walking directly to my car, I decided to walk away from him. Within about 5 minutes I realized that I was at an apartment complex and nearly a half-mile from my car!

I became frightened, thinking that other men might come up to me, so I decided to get back to my vehicle as quickly as possible. About halfway back, the large black man in the truck drove up next to me as I was walking! He was much more aggressive and domineering this time. “Listen bitch, I want you to suck my cock!” My face turned a bright red and I tried to walk faster,only my high heels would not allow me to get too far away. I turned the corner and found myself at a closed up strip center. I tried walking faster but found it impossible. As my boobs wiggled and wobbled, I did my best to elude the man.

I failed.

He got out of the car and started yelling something to me from about 40 feet away. I ignored him and walked as fast as possible, until I turned my high heel and fell! The next thing I knew, he was standing next to me. The man, was about 40 years old, muscular and about 240 pounds. He looked at me and again stated his desire “Bitch I told you, I want you to suck my cock!” I tried to say something…anything, but I was too frightened. Then he grabbed my arm and led me to an alley way.

He pushed me against the wall and said “I want my cock sucked now. If I have to tell you again, you wont like it very much!” I started crying and he grabbed my neck with one hand and bitch-slapped my face with the other. He continued to slap me over and over until I was weak. He then pushed me to the ground and started unzipping his pants. I tried to get up and he let out a grin and with a chuckle, said “Bitch, you ain’t goin no where!”

His strong left hand kept me in place as his right hand released his massive cock! I was petrified! I tried with all my power to escape but he forced his cock deep into my mouth and within minutes was gagging me with it.

I knew I had to please him or I would never get away, so I did what any girl would do: I took his cock and sucked it like the whore I knew I was. Before long he moaned and then came all over my face. He then pushed me away and said “Now bitch I want a photo of those big pouty cock sucking lips!” He made me smile and he took several photos of me and was gone.

When I finally returned to my car, although I was upset and still kind of in shock, I knew that his photos of my “big pouty cock sucking lips” would be all the rage with his friends, and I smiled.

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My addiction was getting worse. I had to dress like a slut and go out almost daily now dressed like a woman. What was I becoming? Yes, I loved to dress up and feel feminine, but now it was turning into much more. I woke imagining I was a busty bimbo. I daydreamed regularly that my tits were bigger and bigger. I found that in my free time at work, I was looking for sexier high heels and slutty wigs to order. I thought often about what it would be like to have to suck cock.

Still, it was all pretend until Saturday last month. I awoke in the usual manner and went out to do errands. When I was almost finished I got that “urge” to dress up. I kept all my things in my car. By tight tops, several sexy high heels, lipstick, wigs, skirts and everything that I needed.

I pulled into a very busy shopping center and put on my things in my car. Once I was fully dressed, I got up the courage to walk outside and see how far I could make myself go before turning back.

One row of cars, two, three. Now my heart was racing. Could I make myself go a few rows of cars further? Could I force myself to walk closer to the mall entrance? As my heart pounded, I told myself I just had to go twenty more steps. As I walked closer towards the mall entrance, more and more people were appearing! I could hear only the sound of my clicking five-inch black stilettos. I almost stopped and turned around except I looked down and saw how sexy my lovely boobs were, protruding from the tightest little blouse. It gave me courage to go still further!

I now found myself just one row of cars from the entrance! Only 20 feet from walking inside the busy mall! I am certain that people saw me standing there. Then, I decided that I could not go no further, so I turned around to walk back. Just as I turned around, standing there were five college-age guys! The only thing I could do was turn back towards the mall and…..walk in!

How terrifying! I was perspiring and my heart was beating rapidly. I felt as though I had stopped breathing. I walked up to the door and found myself inside the mall! With people everywhere, I decided I would hide by finding a section of the store filled with clothing. “There, I was safe!” I told myself while standing in the midst of racks of dresses. Suddenly, an older female clerk walked over to me and said “Can I help you ma am?” MAAM! Oh dear! She thought I was a woman! I quickly grabbed two or three dresses and walked to the dressing room to get away from her, planning on dropping them and heading out. Then, she appeared in front of me! “Would you like to try those on?” All I could do was nod. I found myself walking into the women’s dressing room with these dresses in my hand.

I didn’t know what to do so I just started trying them on. The last one fit and was so pretty. It was a red and white shimmery short dress which made my boobs look amazing! I decided I just had to buy it, so I took it to the counter and made my purchase. I felt so happy to have shopped as a woman and finding a dress I liked.

I would have to do this again soon!

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It’s time for your punishment, you pathetic little whore… But, first, get down on your knees and lick my feet…  Very nice….

Come to me….remove your jeans, your shirt…   Are you completely bare for me?  You know what is expected of you, lie down on your back….get into the position….show me your little penis…  Oh my, what to do with this..

Take it in your hand and stroke it….  Are you ready for your spanking, my little slut boy…hummmmmm…?

As I shove the bar into your mouth, your teeth grab onto it…I do not want to hear you moaning just yet…

I spank you lightly with my crop….you struggle…a small groan escapes your lips…and so I spank you harder…  Stepping on your penis, your bal-lsac….your pelvis thrusting up to your mistress….you try to get it hard….

I see a small drip of precum on the tip of the head….Scoop it up with your finger….taste it….  Now, as I rub my heels deeper…you try so hard to shoot your tiny load….  You have my permission….stroke it….shoot it whore….now….   Little drips…so pathetic, I laugh at you as you struggle to orgasm…  But….I am very pleased!

You have a belly ache…cramps baby…?
We will take care of that in a little while…for now, you may run the bath..
I will get everything ready, make sure there is warm soapy water for your enema treat, whore…

to be continued~

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So after I was grossed out by the amount of hair this man had I managed to pull out his penis and I swore that thing looked like the head of a snapping turtle. It was short, stubby-like and I think someone did a horrible job during the circumcision because he still had some skin too close to the head. It looked like a turtleneck. I immediately drop the thing and leaned back on the sofa a little surprised but somehow this translated to Tim that he should try and smack me across the face with it. So he gets up, takes his pants off, SMACKS it one time and then stands right in front of me expecting me to put that snapping turtle inside my mouth?

Did you read about him smacking it? Yes! he smacked it on the side. Do men do this? I think he pimp slapped it to provoke it?

There I stood processing an escape plan in my head while trying to maintain a smile on my face cause if there’s one thing I’ve always known is that you don’t wanna turn a man down at his place especially when it’s apparent he’s got some issue down there cause that can make a man turn on you and before you even have a second to make it to the door he’s already shoved you in his freezer.

Tim stood there for a second moving his penis around trying to catch my attention thinking I’m a fish and I’m gonna bite into his bait. My lips were sealed. Then he grabs it and starts smacking it around my face. That half-circumcised turtle head was touching my face! It was having contact with my body OMG my skin was crawling.

Then out of nowhere I ask him to please put that thing away and sit down since I had to tell him something serious. There I stood trying to bring back all my high school years of drama as I tried to maintain a straight face and deliver him the guaranteed cock block news, “Tim,I have genital warts.” His eyes popped out and I saw my exit strategy.

Was it mean? Yeah but had you seen that penis you probably would’ve done the same thing.

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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?