You want it all, don’t you?

Well FUCK YOU, pig boy. You don’t get it all.

If anybody gets it all, it’s the wife. Hopefully she’ll figure you out someday and she won’t leave.  She won’t leave …  but will stay and use your cock-stupid behavior to her advantage.

She will cuckold your ass like there’s no tomorrow.   She will rub her behavior and her well-fucked cunt into your face.

She will remind you that you weren’t man enough to be a good spouse when you had everything and anything a man could dream of.  The perfect trophy wife:  beautiful, blonde, smart, successful.  She will remind you of all the men who hit on her, yet she remained faithful.  She will remind you that you married up … and should have been kissing her ass and kowtowing to her right from the beginning.  She’ll remind you how she trusted you and believed you were a good man.

Reminders.  At least at first.

Then, later, once she’s gotten you used to regularly sitting on the sofa or sleeping in the guest room while she’s getting it on with her latest lover, once she has you trained as a low-rent cuck-a-hubby and begins really enjoying it and …

… once you realize you are so FUCKED. That your fantasies have come true and your wife is the ultimate wicked princess and loving every minute of it.

Then she will tell you.

She will tell you that she knew all along … about your twisted antics at NiteFlirt, your filthy thoughts, your dangerous and sick games.  About Angela St. Lawrence.

She will tell you that long before she finally “pretended” to catch you and turn the tables and make you her subby cucky …  she was already craving huge cocks and had been sampling more than a few here and there.

She will tell you that she fucked one of your supervisors when you were on a business trip.

She will boast about doing two of your best friends in your marital bed, the night you passed out drunk after the Super Bowl party you’d hosted.

She will smirk and tell you that your other friends watched and beat off.

She will laugh, explaining that often when she told you she was too tired or had a headache, she knew she was getting a big dick the next day and didn’t want to spoil that fun with a piddling, unsatisfying encounter with you.

She will tell you that even when she fucked you she was thinking about other men … how big they were, how they knew so much more about how to please a woman than you ever could or will.

BUT …

She will say to you …

What are you going to do about it? What in the hell do you think you can do about it, you gutless worm?

Be grateful you still have me, because you and I both know I’ve had better and can get better any fucking time I want. Be grateful that I don’t have my latest squeeze move in with us and make you serve both of us.

Because, you piece-of-shit snake of a husband, you and I both know that I can.  We both know that you could never ever get someone as hot as me again and you are fucking lucky I am till here.

The bottom line, my funny little faggy valentine?

While you were busy doing your convoluted version of phone sex with Angela? I was getting the real deal. I was getting banged by super studs with monster cocks.

And you were too stupid and too fucked up to know.

So go call Angela and wank on that worthless pin dick of yours.

Because from now on: that’s your poor pathetic sex life.

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I wrote this as a Pay-To-View for a very fun and kinky guy.  Hope you like it.  You can even masturbate to it.

Um.  You do know I’m a nice girl, right?

Unless, of course, you’re a testosterone-challenged wanna-be man.

*wink*

… at my house.

The Tray Holder

November 2012

by Slave N for Miss Angela

 

When the doorbell rang I waited for a signal from Mistress Angela. She slowly finished polishing her last two toenails in fiery burgundy, closed the fingernail polish bottle carefully, and folded her iPad shut putting it on the coffee table in front of her. She leaned back on the cream colored sofa pillows and pulled on the long leather strap that was tied to the collar around my neck. I looked at her dutifully and waited. She tousled her hair, looked at her toenails, and waved in the direction of the door.

I walked to the door making sure I was following Mistress Angela’s training. I was not allowed to wobble on my five inch heels (ten lashes if I did), my seamed stockings had to be perfectly straight (ten lashes for each unruly seam) and I had to make very crisp sounds on the wooden floor as I walked around (twenty lashes if my steps were not clearly audible).

“Who is this?” I asked.

“Ken and Javier.” answered two voices.

I paused for two beats and then opened the door.

“Mistress Angela has been expecting you, please come in.” I said opening the door wider and standing aside.

Two tall men entered. Both were about six feet, in excellent physical shape. The man with the copper skin was clearly Javier. Jet black hair, green eyes and a square jaw, clearly Mistress Angela’s type. Ken, with a hint of Japanese or Korean features and sporting tortoise shell eyeglasses was more of a hippie type, with his brown hair in a ponytail.

“May I take your jackets, gentlemen?” I asked.

They looked at each other, then at Mistress Angela and then burst laughing.

“Angela, c’mon! How do you have the heart to do this?”

Mistress Angela pulled on the long leather strap enough to get it waving, enough to get my attention. I turned to her. She leaned her petite face pensively on her hand.

“Well, this is Nicolette. She used to be Nick once. He was always attracted to strong women. When we met, he gradually realized that deep down he had always craved for a mistress, and that I was who he wanted to serve. Now he wants nothing other than to be my slave.”

Mistress Angela fanned the folds of her flowery dress slowly, deliberately feigning a casual girlishness. The two men looked at her like hungry wolves. I could see their cocks bulging in their tight pants. These fools were oblivious of what they were in for and how demanding my mistress could be.

“Turn around Nicolette,” Mistress Angela commanded, “slowly so that they can appreciate your dedication.”

I carefully made sure that my ponytail buttplug was firmly in place and then I slowly turned around.

“Every day Nicolette wears a wig that I choose for her. I do her makeup myself. She loves extra-long eyelashes and very dramatic lip gloss because she is an utter and complete slut. Then she gets into her French maid corset. She is not allowed to wear a bottom, because at all times, all times, I want to see her horsehair ponytail waving around and I want her cute butt-cheeks to be exposed to my wrath. Besides, I want to enjoy the sight of her cock in the male chastity cage I bought for her. She must wear seamed silk stockings and five inch heels at all times. And she knows the price of unruly seams.”

Mistress Angela paused.

“Isn’t that right, Nicolette?”

“Yes Mistress,” I answered.

“Why is his cock so purple?” asked Javier.

“Because my dear boy, Nicolette knows what is about to transpire here, and she is getting aroused, and that is causing her cock to strain against the chastity cage. In fact Nicolette has not been allowed to pleasure herself for the last five weeks, so pretty much anything will arouse her by now.”

“So this dude is not allowed to jerk off?”

“Of course not, Ken, you silly goose. And by the way, Nicolette is not a ‘dude’ she is a pussy and cock-craving sissy slut. Now, Nicolette has learned the hard way that she can orgasm only when I let her. If she comes without my permission, it’s thirty five lashes.”

“What’s the worst this poor sissy ever got?”

“Ah,” Mistress Angela smiled, slowly taking off her light lavender shirt as she spoke, and letting her perfect breasts come out in their perky fullness, “Nicolette made the mistake of stealing the key to her chastity device and jerk off while I was masturbating in my bed. I caught her peeking through my door, and fifty lashes it was right there and then. She could not sit down for two weeks.”

Mistress Angela cupped her breasts in her hands.

“So do you boys insist on talking about my sissy slave, or are you going to complement me on the bronze glitter I painted my nipples with?”

The two men were waiting for this ever since they had come in. They turned away from me and started crossing the living room to where my mistress was seated, when she stopped them cold.

“Wait!” she said to both, raising a perfectly manicured finger in warning. Both men froze, confused.

“Nicolette!” and she clapped her hands.

“Yes Mistress?”

“Please start the fireplace, and bring us some wine.”

I walked to the fireplace and started it with a flick of a switch.

“Nicolette?”

“Yes Mistress?”

“Are you checking the cocks of my two men?”

“No Mistress… Yes Mistress.”

“Do you like cock Nicolette?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“I see you have learned the value of telling the truth. I like big cocks too. Nothing wrong with that. As long as you remember that these two cocks and all cocks in this house belong to me. Now, fetch us our wine.”

My mistress kept her bottles of wine in a controlled temperature cabinet in the kitchen. I took several bottles of red wine out, put them carefully on an oblong silver tray, added three goblets and several carefully folded napkins to the tray and walked back to the living room making sure that my back was straight and my heels clicked. By now both men had stripped naked. It was amazing how quickly men disrobed for my mistress.

What was even more impressive was the cocks of these two men. Mistress Angela was known for her appetite for well-endowed men, and these two were no exception. Javier’s cock was the color of butter pecan and thick and about nine to ten inches long, but it was Ken who was sporting a massive cock, a creamy bruiser easily eleven inches or longer with a cock-head the size of a peach.

“Wine, gentlemen?” asked Mistress Angela playfully.

As I carefully poured the wine in the elegant goblets Mistress Angela took off her skirt in one smooth motion, revealing her carefully trimmed bush.

“Drink your wine, boys,” she said playfully, “as I prepare myself for you.” And with that she slid one long finger into the folds of her sweetness, gently rubbing herself for all to see.

With her eyes closed Mistress Angela kept masturbating until she started moaning softly. The two men looked at her petite body with its exquisitely feminine lines, her perfect breasts softly shaking as she pushed her fingers deeper and deeper. How could they hold back at the sight of such perfection? Mistress Angela’s alabaster skin reflected the warm flames of the fireplace, her smooth legs and toned arms teasing and inviting, her black hair shimmering in glory. I almost felt bad for these two men, for having to wait this long. But I knew the drill, it was my mistress who was in charge.

“Nicolette!”

“Yes Mistress?”

“The candle tray!”

“Yes Mistress.”

I walked to Mistress Angela’s bedroom, noticing with immense pride that Javier was sneaking quick looks at my ponytail buttplug. I felt my heart rush, and my cock ache even stronger as it tried to struggle against the fiberglass restraints. Here was Javier with his immense meat, looking at my butt. He was finding me desirable. In a flash I imagined holding all that meat in my hand, stuffing it in my mouth, getting it wet and inserting it into my arsehole. And then the sharp pain of my cock straining against its cage brought me back to reality. It was time for the candle tray.

Mistress Angela’s bedroom, more beautiful and sumptuous than a Sultan’s quarters was where the ceremonial tray sat, the tray I had grown to both love and hate. It was a round copper tray, about forty inches in diameter, which I cleaned and polished every day. On this tray, every day without fail, I placed Mistress Angela’s favorite candles.

My mistress loved her candles, while masturbating, while taking a bath, while reading and while having sex. Mistress Angela believed that the mystical light of fifty or so different candles bathed everything in an erotic chiaroscuro that allowed her deepest desires to float upward and out, and helped her reach sexual peaks known to few women on earth.

I was allowed to carry this tray in one way and one way only: I had to put my arms under it and carry it everywhere like a precious and delicate baby. And so I did. By the time I had entered the living room I could see that Mistress Angela’s thighs were shimmering with her sacred vaginal juices.

“Nicolette!”

“Yes Mistress?”

“Light the candles!”

“Yes Mistress.”

To light the candles I had to use a long box of matches that was by the fireplace. Walking there and back I could be sure beyond doubt that Javier was looking at me.

My back was to the room while lighting to candles when I heard my mistress speak in a bemused tone.

“Javier”

“Yes Angela?”

“Are you checking out my slave? I did not know you liked sissies.”

“Well, er-, you know,” he stuttered.

“Please spit it out Javier! You know I have no time or patience for people who cannot articulate their sexual desires!”

“Well, he, she, whatever, is so hell-bent on looking like a woman that he is far more attractively and sexually dressed than most women. And the way he carries himself, walking like a woman and all, and that nice ass!”

“Yeah,” Ken joined, “I mean a hole is a hole. How about we spit roast her Javier? You fuck her mouth and I fuck her ass? Did you notice how expertly she is making that ponytail wave around suggestively? She is really pissing me off. We need to fuck this sissy dry, to teach this fuckhole a lesson, sashaying those hips around like a dirty slut. If she wants to be a slut then we need to treat her like one.”

“Boys, boys! Enough! You are so horny you are being dumb enough to think that I will let you have my sissy! He is mine! He belongs to me!”

She paused. I knew what was coming now.

“However, you are going to really enjoy what comes next.”

Mistress went quiet and both men, I could tell, tensed with anticipation.

“Nicolette!”

“Yes Mistress?”

“First, turn the lights off. Then, make sure these gentlemen are hard enough for me. But remember that if you get greedy and make either of them come, you will get one hundred lashes.”

“Yes Mistress.”

I used the remote to turn off the lights. The room was immediately bathed in the light of the candles and the flickering of the fireplace. Mistress Angela could not look any more divine or inviting even if she wanted to.

This was my moment, always, and I relished it. It was up to me, the sissy slut, to start the festivities. I took a few seconds to compose myself. Then I walked towards Javier slowly and deliberately, looking at his eyes. Javier was my first choice because my mouth would not contain Ken without stretching it first. Maintaining eye contact with him at all times I carefully got down on my knees in front of him.

“May I service you Sir?”

“Yeah bitch!” yelled Javier as he grabbed my hair.

“Javier!” yelled Mistress Angela.

“Yeah?” he answered sheepishly.

“If you touch my sissy again, you will never get to taste or fuck my mouth or my pussy or my ass ever!”

“OK. OK. Sorry.”

“Now my sissy is going to ask your permission to serve you, and you are going to say, ‘Yes, you may service me sissy!'”.

“OK. OK.”

“Nicolette!”

“Yes Mistress?”

“Start again!”

I waited two beats as I was trained to do.

“May I service you Sir?”

“Yes, you may service me, sissy!”

“Mistress Angela, may I service this man?”

My mistress paused as Javier’s heavy cock was pointing straight at my face. Oh how devious she is, and how well she knows my heart!

“I did not hear you Nicolette.”

“Mistress Angela, may I service this man?”

“Do you promise to do a good job, but not for long enough to make him come?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Hands behind your back.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“You have my permission to service Javier’s cock.”

I clasped my hands behind my back and brought my head under Javier’s cock, using my face like a tray, to rest the full length of his cock on my mouth, nose and eyes. His testicles smelled of sandalwood, a delightful smell. I opened my mouth wide to accommodate both testicles and suck on them. His balls were taught and well trimmed, a joy to lick. But I had to control myself, otherwise Javier would come and woe unto me if that happened.

So I let go of his balls but not before giving them a few girly kisses. It was time for more. I started exploring his cock slowly with my lips and tongue, making sure I was maintaining eye contact with him throughout the ritual. Keeping my eyes fixed on his I took his cock-head in my mouth, gave it one or two quick sucks, and let it fall out. His cock was divinely heavy, a piece of meat that spoke of substance and strength. My life, I thought is so good, and with that I stuck my tongue in between Javier’s cock lips, digging it in as deep as possible, making wet sucking sounds.

“Oh oh!” he moaned and when he started thrusting his pelvis forward I immediately stopped. I have serviced enough cocks for Mistress Angela to recognize the signs of a man getting ready to lose himself in an orgasm.

“Nicolette!”

“Yes Mistress?”

“You little cock-sucking bitch! I think you are enjoying this too much. Meanwhile I’m waiting here for my two cocks.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Now take care of the horse-cock over there, before he spooges all over himself.”

“Yes Mistress.”

I turned around, still on my knees, and before I could slide over Ken came over to me. Oh Ken, you beautiful divine Ken. His cock was like a small baby’s arm, cream-colored and fleshy. He too was circumcised, something I preferred for reasons of cleanliness. And clearly he did not share a shower with Javier because his cock smelled of aloe and lime. I locked my eyes into his and waited.

“Nicolette!”

“Yes Mistress?”

“What are you waiting for?”

“For your permission Mistress Angela.”

“How smart you have become! I see those welts on your butt are adding IQ points to your brain.”

She paused and I waited.

“Nicolette, you have my permission.”

I waited a single beat, but not a second more.

“May I service you Sir?”

“Yes, you may service me sissy!” said Ken looking at me, his eyes flooding with desire, despite himself.

“Mistress Angela, may I service this man?”

“Well yeah, you silly sissy! Just suck him off a bit, so that I can get these two cocks in me already!”

“Yes Mistress.”

I looked at Ken and then at his almost purple cock-head. He already had drops of precum dripping from his cock. If I would touch his cock-head he would burst and then I would be punished dearly. So, as much as I wanted Ken in my mouth, as much as I wanted to stretch my mouth wide enough to contain him, to prove to myself that I was a good sissy, an excellent sissy in fact, one that could handle any size of cock in his mouth, I opted for licking the top of part of his shaft.

“Oh yes,” he groaned as I licked all along his shaft, trying not to get cross-eyed while looking at it. No one likes a cross-eyed sissy.

“Suck me sissy bitch!” Ken yelled, “Open your fucking mouth and suck me! Now!”

I gave his cock-head a quick kiss and immediately pulled back.

“Good timing Nicolette!”

“Yes Mistress.”

“And now Nicolette, you will assume your position as the tray holder.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“You may stand up and assume your true duty.”

“Yes Mistress.”

I stood up, straightened my seams, and walked over to the coffee table where the copper tray with the lit candles was resting. I lifted it carefully and then holding my palms up I slid both my arms under it. Then I assumed my position by the right hand of the sofa, my back straight and my legs tightly together.

“Behold boys,” said Mistress Angela, “the tray holder. She will light the room for us while we enjoy ourselves. A true sissy slave, obedient and selfless.”

Mistress Angela paused, then she let out a warm, throaty giggle.

“Boys, it is time for you to fuck me.”

The two men, grunting like animals, leaped on the naked body of my beautiful mistress, my mistress whom I desire more than anything, and mercilessly plunged their huge cocks into her pussy and mouth. It was beyond doubt that these two men would invade every available orifice in Mistress Angela’s body multiple times before the night would be over.

Young men in their mid-twenties are capable of summoning erections as if by magic. The night went on and on and my mistress demanded to be fucked in every opening. I stood straight the whole night, never being allowed to rest, holding the tray of candles as my mistress surrendered herself to a Bacchanal of pleasure.

It was painful and exhilarating to watch Mistress Angela’s petite body handle so much sex, with both giant cocks stretching her pussy and arsehole as far as they would go. I watched her get penetrated deeply and with force in ways that only such magnificently large cocks could. My mistress was tireless, sucking one cock while jerking off another, taking one cock in her arsehole while another pounded her pussy.

At one point Javier was holding her upside down and eating her pussy while she was servicing Ken’s enormous cock. Bathed in the light of the fireplace and the sensuous flickering of the candles, the three beautiful bodies writhed with passion as they sweated, they came and came again and even peed on each other as they let nothing hold them back. And I the tray holder watched them as they freed themselves of all inhibitions and madly celebrated all their desires.

The long night eventually came to a close after both men plundered Mistress Angela’s pussy at the same time and then stretching her anus beyond credulity they shoved both their huge cocks in her tiny arsehole. That was when my mistress surrendered herself completely and her passionate grunts turned into savage growls and screams of passion. Insatiable as she was, her two lovers were equally resilient and kept thrusting their cocks into her like crazed jackhammers.

I had stood fast throughout the night, but the site of two cocks going in and out of my mistress’ arsehole proved to be too much for me and my poor caged cock just erupted, shooting out thick rivulets of five weeks worth of semen. I was lucky that my mistress was surrounded by a sea of animalistic grunts, and busy with these two very fit men who now were slapping her face with their giant cocks. She never heard my quiet whimpering of intense pleasure and relief as my lower body twitched with twisted passion and desire and emptied itself thoroughly and blissfully.

It was almost dawn when the strains on the agility and prowess of both men took its toll and they fell back on the living room carpet, exhausted and covered in sweat, no longer able to sustain their erections any further. In moments they were asleep. My mistress, looking at her two exhausted lovers with part bemusement and part contempt, tried to reach her goblet of wine, but the goblet fell, and all she could do was fall back on the sofa and laugh. Her face, mouth, breasts, stomach and hands and her two warm holes were dripping with semen.

“Nicolette!” she commanded in a hoarse voice, drunk with many bottles of wine and magnificent, exhausting sex.

“Yes Mistress?”

“Go get a sponge and a towel for me.”

“Yes Mistress.”

I dutifully brought what my mistress had asked for, and a small wash basin with warm water mixed with peppermint Castile soap. From what I have heard this is a favorite of mistresses around the world.

“Nicolette!”

“Yes Mistress?”

“Here is your prize for not screwing up during tonight – you may lick all the semen that these two virile men left all over my body. And then you may wash me gently.”

“Thank you Mistress, you are kind beyond words.”

“Is that all?”

“I will relish every drop of semen as if it is the tastiest chocolate syrup ever created.”

“Is that all?”

“You deserved every inch of cock these two men provided and every drop of semen they shot. No other woman could ever be worthy of such large, hard and magnificent cocks. I could never please you in this way, and I’m honored to have been in their presence while they pleasured you in such an extreme, beautiful and moving way.”

“Ah, a slutty slave who craves cock but knows her place. Very good. I have trained you well. You know what? You can suck their cocks clean too.”

And with that magnificent permission coming out of her trembling swollen lips, she fell into an exhausted sleep. I gathered the exhausted body of my beloved mistress in my arms, cradling her head and lifting her up carefully, and I laid her on the sofa in a more comfortable position.

This was my moment, my hour, my turn to serve the beautiful body of my precious and powerful mistress. I licked every drop of semen off her body, her pussy and her arsehole and then patted her gently with the wet sponge, making sure not to awaken her in the process.

A mistress awakened against her wishes will be invariably angry and recant the generous offerings she has made before falling asleep. I did not want my mistress to change her mind about the grandest and surprisingly benevolent permission she had given me in weeks, so I worked as if walking on eggshells. When my mistress was clean and semen free I covered her with a large soft white towel and left her to sleep on the couch.

As dawn’s very first rays of gray light peeked through the drapes, I was touched by the exhaustion of those who slept. Aware of the quiet room and the softness of early morning I felt a wave of tranquil contentment flow through me, bathing me clean down to my core. My caged cock spent and my soul at ease I relaxed and let go. I took my heels off, got on my knees and feasted on the giant cocks of Javier and Ken. They were hard no more, but they were covered in an intoxicating combination of the sweat and semen of both men and my mistress’ delicious juices.

First I rubbed their cocks all over my face, relishing their weight and strength, smelling their smells and enjoying the very texture and sweet detail of each cock. Then swallowing hard I took turns to deep throat both men. Javier, now soft, was relatively easier to gobble, but Ken was a tough sell despite the flaccid state of his enormous cock. He proved to be a challenge but ultimately not an insurmountable one.

There is no greater sense of achievement and no sweeter taste than feeling the tip of a big cock at the back of your throat early in the morning. It was while swallowing Ken’s soft monster and stroking Javier’s limp yet heavy cock, that I came again in big, thick, creamy spurts. Even though my mistress was asleep I scooped up my own semen and swallowed it greedily as she had trained me to do. If you are a good sissy, and you serve your mistress, you will have good nights such as these I thought to myself, better and more passionate nights than what most men can ever experience.

I got up, went to my bathroom, brushed my teeth, reapplied my lipstick, and straightened my seamed stockings. Then I pulled my ponytail buttplug out, cleaned it carefully, covered it with a fresh coating of Vaseline and reinserted it firmly into my snug hole.

Like any good sissy slave, once you get used to it you don’t want to let go of that bugger. Not to mention that it always reminds me to stand up straight and swing my hips like a woman, and that’s how I walked back into the living room. There, exhausted and as satisfied as I was allowed to be, I went to sleep at the safest, warmest place in the world, on the small Karastan carpet by the sofa, at Mistress Angela’s feet.

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11/21/12 Breaking News:  Slave N makes the paper!

Read about it in The Sissy News.

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FrankenCock:

A FemDomme Halloween Fantasy

by Angela St. Lawrence

………

“Sissy Igor, is everything ready?”

“Yes, Doctor FrankenDomme.  I double checked all the parameters and systems last night, and have been monitoring the temperature and pH of the tank since early this morning.”

Doctor FrankenDomme moved around the laboratory, scrutinizing monitors, toggling switches, making notes on her clipboard.   Abruptly she turned, looking over the tortoise frame of her glasses, scanning the room.

“Where is Kaitlin? Where is that girl?”

Sissy Igor hesitated, looking at the floor, smoothing the ruffles of his compulsory tutu. He’d known Doctor FrankenDomme would notice sooner or later; it was only a matter of time.  Leave it to that slut, Kaitlin, to screw up on this day of all days.  And now he could feel the Doctor’s eyes on him, demanding a response.

“I … well … er…” he stuttered.  How could he know where little Miss Hot to Trot was? Why was Doctor FrankenDomme taking it out on him?

Just as the Doctor put down her clipboard and started toward him, the door flew open and in danced Kaitlin, brushing her dark hair behind her ears, smiling as she took off her coat and hung it on the wall beside the door.

“Brrr. It’s so cold out there,” she said, leaning over to smooth out her knee socks, then twirling, checking out herself out in the full length mirror beside the door.  The pleats of her red plaid skirt fluttered, showing off her tight creamy thighs.  Sissy Igor knew she did that on purpose.  She knew she looked hot and she knew Doctor FrankenDomme liked looking.

Doctor FrankenDomme was watching Kaitlin intently. Sissy Igor could see the fists she’d stuffed into her lab coat flexing and pushing against the white fabric. He knew she wanted some of that; she might already be getting it. Or maybe Kaitlin was playing it for all it was worth, teasing the hell out of the Doctor, so she could basically get away with murder around here.

Kaitlin looked at Doctor FrankenDomme. “Did I do something wrong,” she cooed sweetly, batting her eyes.

“We’ll deal with that later, Kaitlin. We have more important things on our plate. You do know what day it is, don’t you?” Sissy Igor thought he might be catching a glint in the Doctor’s eye, maybe a little twist of her lips when she spoke. But he wasn’t sure.

“Oh yes I do, Ma’am, and I’m so excited.  What do you need me to do, Doctor FrankenDomme?” Kaitlin gushed.

Sissy Igor couldn’t resist. “There’s nothing left to do, Kaitlin. I did it all. I got everything ready without your help because you are late.”  Silently he added bitch.  He didn’t want a spanking this early in the morning from Doctor FrankenDomme.

“That’s enough.   The both of you.” Doctor FrankenDomme turned and walked over to a series of dials on the far wall. “This is the day we’ve worked toward. It’s here and I expect you to be professional and do your jobs. Get to your stations. Now. Move.”

As Kaitlin scurried past Sissy Igor to take her place at the curtain, she stuck her tongue out at him, and then looked down at his tutu.  “Nice shade of pink,” she sneered, “so masculine.”

Doctor FrankenDomme was once again checking dials as Sissy Igor stepped up to the table with the knife switch.   His heart was beating with such force; he actually looked around to make sure the women couldn’t hear it. This was it! They were finally going to see what Doctor FrankenDomme had kept behind that curtain these last few months, since they’d finally perfected the algorithm for creating the perfect man.

“Is everybody ready,” Doctor FrankenDomme asked.

“Yes, Doctor,” Kaitlin and Sissy Igor said in unison.

“Well, then.”  Doctor FrankenDomme licked her lips. She looked at both of them.  “I guess this is it then.”

Sissy Igor could see through the opening of her lab coat that the Doctor’s breasts were rising and falling at a rapid pace. He was wondering why she was wearing her purple lace camisole under her lab coat, when Doctor FrankenDomme cleared her throat and said, “Kaitlin, pull the curtain. Do it now.”

Just as Sissy Igor whipped his head around (he wasn’t going to miss any of this), Kaitlin squealed, “Yes, Doctor. As you say, Doctor,” and pulled the curtain rope.  There was a swoosh as the curtain opened. And then …

“Oh. My. Fucking …”

The words stopped, but he knew it was Kaitlin speaking. Not that it sounded like Kaitlin. It was as though her vocal cords had been rearranged somehow, corrupting her usually girly, breathless voice (so faux he’d always thought), twisting it into something akin to guttural mewling.

Kaitlin stumbled back, grasping the medical table that had been delivered two days ago, per Doctor FrankenDomme’s orders.  Then, for a few moments, except for the squeak of the table’s wheels as it shifted and rhythmic hiss coming from the tank, the laboratory was eerily silent.

Gradually Sissy Igor became aware of a wheezing sound coming from Kaitlin. He turned to his head to see her hunched over, still staring at the tank – they all were – pressing her hand to her chest, obviously hyperventilating.  He didn’t blame her. If he hadn’t been so well trained by the Doctor, he’d probably be doing the same thing.

“Help her out, Sissy Igor. Grab that chair from the corner and get her a glass of water.”

“Yes, Doctor FrankenDomme,” he managed to say, dragging the chair and pushing Kaitlin down into it.  He rushed to the sink, looking over his back at the tank as he filled a glass.  He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. How did Doctor FrankenDomme do that?  When he finally was pressing the glass to Kaitlin’s lips, he looked at the Doctor. She was smiling, staring at the tank, the edges of her lips curled into a slight smirk.

“This is it. I did it,” she said.

Then she looked at Kaitlin and Sissy Igor. “I did it. Do you see it? I did it.”

Kaitlin had finally caught her breath.  “That’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, Doctor. It’s so big. It’s so thick, so long.” Her voice still wasn’t back to normal, but now had a shrill, almost whiney quality, trailing off as she stared, muttering, “Big … so big … huge … gigantic …”

Doctor FrankenDomme seemed amused by Kaitlin’s little breakdown. She looked at Sissy Igor and winked. If he wasn’t so overwhelmed by the man in the tank, he would have been stunned, absolutely stunned. The Doctor was always professional and authoritative in the laboratory, even more than when he’d originally submitted to her tutelage and underwent cage and chastity training.  But the man in the tank!  The man in the tank with the …

“Huge balls, aren’t they, Sissy Igor?” Doctor FrankenDomme actually chuckled as she finished what he’d been thinking.  No, she giggled. She giggled like a smitten school girl. She walked over to the tank and put her hand on the glass. “He is beautiful, perfect.”  In the tank, a man floated in a slightly-tinged green gel, muscles perfectly formed, a slight cleft to his chin, a perfect roman nose, dark hair buoyantly trailing around his head like a halo.

But it was his genitalia that set him apart from any man any of them, anybody in the entire world, had ever seen.  Testicles, easily the size of beach balls, bounced off of his thighs pushing out the long, thick prick to the front – so that the head occasionally brushed the glass of the tank.

She turned, suddenly all business again.

“Kaitlin, get yourself together and turn on the heat lamps over the table.  Sissy Igor, get back to the knife switch.  And, Kaitlin, don’t forget the blanket in the warmer.”

Everyone was suddenly busy again, as the moment of actual animation rapidly approached.

Doctor FrankenDomme removed her lab coat, tossing it over the autoclave.  Sissy Igor realized she was wearing her grey, pinstriped pencil skirt and felt himself becoming erect.  This always happens when she wears that skirt he thought as he tugged on his tutu, hoping she wouldn’t notice.  Erections in the laboratory were strictly forbidden.

“Are we ready?”

“Yes, Doctor,” Kaitlin and Sissy Igor said, as Doctor FrankenDomme consulted her clipboard and adjusted a few dials.

“Okay then.  Sissy Igor, activate the suspension fluid on the count of three:   One. Two. Three.”

Sissy Igor pulled the knife switch.  A low hum began filling the laboratory as the gel in the tank started to churn and froth.  Doctor FrankenDomme adjusted a few dials, carefully observing the tank.  Suddenly the man’s left foot shot out, kicking the glass. Then his right arm twitched.  “This is good,” the Doctor said.  As the three of them watched, the man’s body began became more and more active.  Soon he was thrashing about, his cock swinging from side to side, banging on the glass.

“It’s time. Kaitlin, engage the drain mechanism.”  As Kaitlin pressed a series of buttons on the side of the tank and the gel began draining from the tank, Sissy Igor stole a glance at Doctor FrankenDomme.  Why she was actually teetering on her six inch stilettos, she was trembling so!  He looked back at Kaitlin just as she bent over to release the aerator hinge at the bottom of the tank, the pleats of her little skirt riding up far enough that he could see the crotch of her bright red panties.  Why, that slut is soaking wet he thought to himself.  Like shameless floozies in heat; that’s what they are, the both of them.  And then he furtively reached under his tutu to adjust the panties digging into his swollen testicles and sissy stick.

“That’s it, darling man, open those beautiful eyes,” Doctor FrankenDomme said, as the last of the gel drained out – gurgle, gurgle, gurgle — and the man started blinking.

“Should I open the tank, Doctor?”  Kaitlin was panting so hard, Sissy Igor thought she might start hyperventilating again.

Doctor FrankenDomme quickly stepped forward, smacking Kaitlin’s hand away, just as she was reaching for the lock.  “Don’t you dare.  Bring a blanket.  NOW!  Hurry up.  We need to get him out of this contraption as soon as possible.”

Soon, Kaitlin was back with the blanket.  Sissy Igor could tell it was taking everything she had not to push the Doctor aside and open that tank and grab that man and just jump on him.  But she knew better.  Just like he did.  Okay, maybe his erection wasn’t all about the Doctor’s pencil skirt, after all.  Just maybe.

And then it happened.  Doctor FrankenDomme opened the tank, taking the man by the hand, helping him to step over the rim of the tank’s base, wiping away the chunks of green gel still clinging to his ear, his chest, his pelvis.  And then…   then …

… yes, then, she was ever-so-lovingly and slowly wiping the few chunks – there were just a few and Sissy Igor thought she was being much too concerned and taking a ridiculous amount of time — from his gigantic member.  Sissy Igor wanted to swoon.  Kaitlin, holding the large white blanket up with both hands, just stared — eyes wide, mouth agape.

Doctor FrankenDomme moved her hand up and down that beautiful giant dick and it started to grow, to harden, to thicken and elongate.  “Yes, yes.  That’s it.  It feels good, doesn’t it?  Enjoy it.  Enjoy my touch.”  As his cock continued to swell, she began using two hands.  She needed two hands.  “Put the towel around him, Kaitlin. Hurry, girl.”  Kaitlin rushed around to the other side of the man, sliding the towel over his shoulders, eyes still wide, mouth still agape.  Sissy Igor noticed her fingers lingering on the flesh of his wide shoulders, but he really couldn’t blame her.  He’d cop a feel, himself, if he had half a chance.

The man was beginning to moan, his hips subtly moving.  “Oh, yes, darling, enjoy it.  That feels so good for you.  I know it does.  And just you wait; I have something for you that is going to feel even better.”  Caught up in the moment, thinking about Doctor FrankenDomme’s pussy – because he wasn’t stupid; he knew what felt better than a hand-job — Sissy Igor started moving his hips, but then the Doctor was telling them to help her move this ridiculously hung man to the table and he remembered his place.  Whew, he thought, if she’d have caught me, would have probably meant a week in the cage.

When they finally had the man on the table, his cock, looking like an unruly torpedo, swayed heavily above him as he moaned and writhed.  Sissy Igor wished he could take care of it for the man.  Now that he had a clearer view, now that Doctor FrankenDomme  had her greedy hands off of him for a minute and wasn’t molesting him like some dirty old woman (my goodness, did I really think that about the Doctor?  My beloved Doctor who I cherish and adore?), he could see the meat (crude, but that’s exactly what it was) actually throbbing, purplish-blue veins pulsing like a virtual map up and down the shaft.  Oh he knew he could take care of it.  Maybe that’s what Doctor FrankenDomme meant when she said she had something that would feel even better than her hands.  Why not?  Both his mouth and his ass were prime cock pleasers.  He knew that for sure.  Certainly the Doctor was aware of this; she was the one who’d trained him.  Surely she wouldn’t let Kaitlin, the dirty little whore, have at it, would she?  That slut got more dick in a week that he got in a year.

With great effort – watching that live hunk of needy, hungry man flesh was almost too much to resist — he pulled his eyes away.  He was here, after all, to facilitate Doctor FrankenDomme’s experiment, not to compromise it.  He was a professional!  And perhaps, if he were a good boy, he might get a treat.  A treat from those swollen balls pushing the man’s thighs apart.

He looked up.  He knew then, seeing Doctor FrankenDomme, that there would be no man-treats for him.

She was frantically tugging at her skirt, pulling it up over that round ass he’d worshiped so many times.  He was shocked to see she didn’t have any panties on, that her inner thighs glistened with her arousal, that even though her thighs were together, her clit bulged from between the lips of her pussy like a shiny, deep red grape.

“It’s alive.”

Doctor FrankenDomme grabbed Kaitlin and him, hugging them.

“He’s alive and now I’m going to know what it feels like to be fucked by the biggest cock in the goddamn world.”

Doctor FrankenDomme’s eyes were rolling around, like they weren’t anchored somehow.  She grabbed one of her breasts with one hand, roughly pinching her nipple through the camisole while running her other hand through her hair.  Which explained why her hair looked so uncharacteristically … well, why her hair was one big hot mess.

“Help me up, you two.  Quit staring, Kaitlin, you aren’t getting any of this.  I’m fucking him.  I’m taking all that cock inside of me and you’re not getting any of it.  This is my … this is my … my …

… This is my FrankenCock!  That’s what he is: My FrankenCock.

Do you hear me?  He is my creation.  He is my FrankenCock.

Besides, I have other plans for the two of you.”

Her voice was wild and crazy and loud, so very loud, as she struggled to put her knee up on Sissy Igor’s side of the table.  As the purple garter straps dug into the creamy flesh of Doctor FrankenDomme’s ass, he reached up, grabbing her arm to steady her.  What about all those endless nights I spent perfecting your serums and potions and even that stupid green gel, Sissy Igor thought.  How is this *your* creation?  How did I get left out the equation?   And what ‘other plans’?  What could you possibly mean by that?

As Kaitlin reached up on the other side of the table (finally, you stupid barely-legal pseudo lesbian), Doctor FrankenDomme slowly stood, thighs quivering as she wobbled on her stilettos, attempting to straddle FrankenCock.  But the cock was so long, sticking up so high, the head easily covered Doctor’s bellybutton.  And it was so thick that he couldn’t even see her pussy at all. How in the hell is she going to manage this?  How in the hell did I think I could manage this?  Still, he was rock hard, the head of his mini-weenie threatening to escape the top of his panties.

“Get the ladders out of the storage cubicle.”

Beneath her, FrankenCock was still moving and moaning and now even grunting and growling.  He needs it bad, Sissy Igor thought before realizing Doctor FrankenDomme had pulled her arm away and now had both hands wrapped under and around the head of that magnificent prick.

“Get the ladders. Do it now.”

As Kaitlin and he started for the cubicle, Sissy Igor glanced back.  Doctor FrankenDomme’s knees were bending and flexing, bending and flexing.  Good God!  No wonder FrankenCock was making all that noise and humping.  The doctor was so fucking ravenous for that big fat-ass dick, she was practically rubbing one out on the back of the shaft with her clit.

Soon they were back, opening the ladders, having not spoken a word to each other while they were gone.  What was there to say?  They despised each other and both of them wished they would get a chance, a taste, a feel, even just a tickle of what Doctor FrankenDomme was about to get.  They were jealous of her and jealous of each other.

Once the ladders were set on each side of the table, the Doctor started easing one foot after the other up the rungs.  Finally she was high enough that the head of that cock was resting in between her spread legs, snuggled up right against the lips of her pussy.   Sissy Igor thought she was going to cum right then and there.   She finally pulled herself together, and looked down at them and dragging her lower arm across the bow of her upper lip, wiping away the perspiration that had accumulated there.  Then she spoke.

“Now, I’m about to enjoy the fruits of my labor. In this very laboratory, day after day, week after week, month after month, I’ve worked for this very moment.  I’ve created my own creature, my own FrankenCock and I intend to enjoy this to the very hilt.”

She smiled at her own bad pun, then turned to Sissy Igor and winked at him. Again.  What could this mean? He was so confused, but remained silent, waiting for Doctor FrankenDomme to continue.  He couldn’t help but notice that Doctor FrankenDomme had now slipped her entire clit into the cavernous slit at the tip of FrankenCock’s cock.  She sighed, wiggled a little bit, shuddered, and then continued.

“Oh I’ve had some help.  In fact, I couldn’t have done without that help.”

Kaitlin grinned.  “Thank you, Doctor. Can we do anything else for you?  I mean I could massage his balls for you or something.  Just to help, of course.”

Doctor FrankenDomme turned to Kaitlin.

“Kaitlin, you’re pretty.  Very pretty.   And you’re sexy as hell.  A pretty, sexy, hot young grad student who can pick and choose who she fucks.”

Kaitlin giggled.  “Thank you, Doctor FrankenDomme.  I can.”

“But, Kaitlin, the problem is you don’t pick and choose.  You’re out every night spreading your legs.  You fuck like a tramp all night long.”

Again, the Doctor swirled her clit around in FrankenCock’s prick slit. Again she sighed.

“But the problem with that, Kaitlin?  The problem is that because you are out fucking all night long, you don’t get any sleep and then you’re late for work.  You’re always and forever late for work.  And then when you finally do get here, you act like an entitled princess.  You play dumb, pretending to not understand a process or experiment.  Simple laboratory procedures that a first year student would know.”

“But Doctor Franken-”

“Shut up.  I’m talking.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“On the other hand, Sissy Igor is always on time.  He stays late, works weekends.  He never complains and he is happy to be here. He’s not daydreaming about the next guy he’s going to bed.  And I don’t even pay him! ”

Doctor FrankenDomme turned to Sissy Igor.  “Did you think I didn’t notice?  That I haven’t appreciated how much your devotion and loyalty got us here?  Oh I did, beloved Sissy Igor.”  And much to Sissy Igor’s surprise, the Doctor actually blew him a kiss. And then rubbed her clit around in FrankenCock’s Dick slit again.

“Would you agree that you owe Sissy Igor big time?  Do you concur that I wouldn’t be here with my mega-man FrankenCock, on the verge of getting the ultimate fuck of a lifetime, if it had been left up to you?  Well, Kaitlin?”

“Maybe.”

Kaitlin stared at the floor, no longer enamored with FrankenCock.  She was more concerned now with what Doctor FrankenDomme was leading up to.  Sissy Igor, on the other hand, was feeling pretty good.  It took everything he had not to break out into a big-toothed grin.  But he knew better.  Mistress said his teeth were crooked.  She found it a bit unnerving and preferred he not show them.

“Do you want to keep this job?  This job, that I might remind you, earns your five times the amount any other laboratory would pay you.  And I might also add, they’d most likely fire you within the first month.  Unless, of course, you were boning your supervisor.  So.  Answer me, Kaitlin.  Do you want to keep your job?

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Good.  I knew you’d see it my way.  So here’s what you’re going to do.  You’re going to go down to the basement with Sissy Igor.  He has a nice, cozy cage there.  I’m sure his cot will be comfortable enough for the two of you.  You are going to give him the fuck of a lifetime.  You’re going to be his little submissive cock slut for the rest of the day.”

Doctor FrankenDomme looked at Sissy Igor.  “Sound good?”

“Yes, Doctor.  It sounds wonderful, Doctor.”

When she turned back to address Kaitlin, he couldn’t help it; he risked one big, crooked-tooth grin in Kaitlin’s direction.  All of a sudden the little sissy was king for a day.  And he was liking this; he was liking this a lot.  Kaitlin glowered at him.  It even made it better.

“What I mean by ‘fuck of a lifetime’ is that you will have any kind of sex Sissy Igor wants.  I don’t care if he wants to cum on your face or fuck your ass.  If he tells you to suck his cock and gag on it, you better do it.  Even though he only has a three incher, you better find a way to gag on it.  Do get where I’m going with this?”

Kaitlin was practically in tears.  “But he’s a sissy, Doctor FrankenDomme.  Pretty girls like me don’t have sex with sissies.”

“You do now.”  The doctor giggled as she once again masturbated her clit in FrankenCock’s slick hole.  Another low moan escaped from her lips.  “Look at it this way:  at least if he fucks you in the ass, it won’t hurt so much.  And if he fucks your pussy, well, you won’t even feel it.  Now get moving.  Now.”

Sheepishly, still a little amazed at how this was turning out, Sissy Igor, walked around the table and took Kaitlin by the arm.  Impulsively, he leaned into her and ran a tongue up her cheek, stopping at her ear to whisper, “The strap-ons that Doctor FrankenDomme uses on me are huge.  I know just which one I’m going to pummel your uptight ass with.”

As they were walking through the door, they heard Doctor FrankenDomme squealing with delight.  Sissy Igor almost peeked.  But decided not to.

Let Doctor FrankenDomme have her fun.  He certainly planned on having his.  As they walked down the hall to the steps, he reached his hand up under Kaitlin’s skirt, pushing two fingers against the still soaking crotch of her panties, shoving the fabric deep inside of her pussy.  My little sissy dick is going to fucking swim in that pussy, he thought.  And I’m going to love every minute of it.

I sat on the couch, my pulse racing as she walked into the room wearing her workout clothes; a pair of short grey shorts, a pink tank top with an orange sports bra underneath and a pair of pink trainers.

“You are sure about this?” She sat down next to me, placing her hand on my knee as rubbing my leg underneath my shorts. “I know we talked about it and all…but we can not do this?”

“He’s coming over though, right?” I ask, looking over at her. She looks concerned for me, but also a little excited. I can see the look in her eyes and notice how flush her complexion is.

“Yeah,” she pauses, smiling up at me and moving her hand up to my shoulder, rubbing it gently. “But I can always tell him that we changed our mind, you know.”

“I thought this is what you wanted,” I say, knowing that I was the one that brought it up initially, with it hanging in the air for quite a while, even causing arguments for a few weeks before the idea of her fucking someone else became an idea she was comfortable with. Not only comfortable with, but she seems genuinely excited about it now.

This had been a fantasy of mine for such a long time, and as much as I love Jill, want to be with her for the rest of my life and have a family with her, this has been in the back of my head for longer than I’ve known her, just like the idea of being forced to take another man had been a fantasy for so long. It just never worked out before. I had done the usual; called phone sex hotlines, watched the nastiest porn that I could get my hands on, let cam girls humiliate me and even put ads on Craigslist endlessly with everyone backing out at the last minute. Being forceded into submission is just something that I crave, and I explained to her that I’d rather do it with her than behind her back, which I also tried to do but could never go through with.

“I do want it,” she nods, smiling. “As long as you do, Neil.”

“I really do,” she notices that I’m shaking now, it feels like my heart might jump out of my chest as I hear a soft, steady knock on the wooden front door.

“That’s him,” she exclaims, trying to hold back her excitement and concern. She plants a kiss on my forehead and gets up, practically bounding to the door to let him him. She opens the door and she motions for him to come inside. “Hi Jon, come in.”

He kisses her on the cheek and steps into the living room, wearing a pair of Nike Air Jordans, a pair of black basketball shorts and a shirt with the sleeves cut off. His head is tightly shaven and his dark complexion feels like it’s shining, reflecting the sunlight.

“Hi,” he reaches over the round coffee table, offering his hand. I pull myself up and take his hand, doing my best to offer a firm handshake while hiding that I am trembling. He has a tight grip and I can feel how strong he is, it sends a chill up my spine.

“Hey man, how you doing?” I ask, attempting to remain calm, or at least make it seem like I am calm.

“Good, good,” he sits down in the chair next to the couch and looks over at Jill, his eyes studying her up and down as she plops back down next to me, knees resting on my leg but her torso turned towards him. He licks his lips and laughs. “A lot better now.”

“I hear that,” Jill laughs, looking at me as I force myself to laugh along. This is what I want, right? I find my mind racing, as I try to reconcile that we are going to go through with this.

“So this is cool with everyone?” He asks, his voice is deep, with me subconsciously making my voice deeper as I think and reply to him.

“Oh yeah, man,” I nod my head and raise my eyebrows.

“Well then,” he reaches over and caresses Jill’s leg, I can see the goosebumps immediately burst on her skin and can feel my heart sink a bit before it begins racing again. “I know that I’m ready.”

She unfolds her legs and lets him continue to caress her leg as his hand moves to the inside of her thigh. I can hear her breath getting heavier as she starts rubbing her hands on the inside of his thigh and gets down on her knees in front of him. He pulls her head in close and kisses her deeply on the lips, thrusting his tongue inside of her mouth as I shift a little bit on the couch, trying to stay relaxed. Jill is rubbing both of his thighs with her hands now as she leans back and runs her hands down his chest until she reaches his cock. Her hands glide effortlessly over the bulge in his pants and her eyes widen.

“Oooh,” she giggles. “Someone is already getting hard over here, and he’s big, too,” she exclaims. She continues to slide her hands over his cock through his shorts as he lets out a moan.

“Oh fuck yeah,” he leans back in the chair, rubbing his hands across her back.

“Baby,” she looks back at me with her fingers gripping onto the elastic band on his shorts. “Baby?” She asks again.

“Yeah?” I look over at her as she starts to tug on his shorts, but is stopping herself.

“You are sure about this?” She looks up at me with her big blue eyes and I can feel my whole body tremble.

“Yeah, babe,” I swallow hard.

She smiles and turns back to Jon, looking up into his eyes before sliding his shorts down a bit. He picks his hips up and helps her pull them down to his ankles, unveiling a huge, veiny cock that is just about rock hard and has to be already standing at over ten inches long. Her eyes widen again and she licks her lips.

“Oh my god,” she exclaims without shame, looking up at him as he wears a devious smirk. “That cock is huge, have you been hiding that thing the whole time you’ve been next door?” She takes it into her right hand and grips it tightly, her hands looking dwarfed by the size of it.

“You know it,” he laughs, groaning as Jill repositions herself in front of him and begins tugging on his throbbing cock with her hands. I can feel my heart skip a beat as she leans in and takes his cock in her mouth. Her tiny little mouth can barely fit it in. “Oh fuck!” he exclaims as she begins bobbing her head up and down on his cock, coming up for a breath, only to quickly take it right back into her mouth, this time pushing down and taking in as much as she can. He takes a handful of her hair and holds her head down until she begins to gag, letting go as she comes back up for air, gasping.

“Mmmm,” she says, jerking it back and forth in her hand before spitting on it. “So fucking good,” she says, looking back at me as he quickly takes his shirt off and tosses it onto the couch before wrapping his hands around the base of her shirt and quickly pulling it over her head, making sure to take the sports bra with it in one fell swoop. She tosses it behind her onto the coffee table as I snatch it up and pull it in close to me. Jill continues to jack his cock, working away at it with her hand as he kicks his shoes off, slipping his socks off in the process and kicking his shorts over into a pile with his shoes.

Jon reaches down and pulls her off of his cock only to stand up, leaving her on her knees, eye level with his huge, throbbing cock. She moans, audibly, as she takes it in her hand and begins stroking it again. He takes his cock into his hand and begins slapping her face with it before jamming it into her mouth, holding the back of her head with his hands and begins thrusting his hips, fucking her mouth.

“Yeah, you like that?” He grunts under his breath. “You fucking like that while your husband watches you get your face fucked, him just sitting there unable to fucking move, huh?”

“Mmmm, yes,” she lets it fall out of her mouth as she gasps for air again. “Oh fuck yes, I want you, please, take me,” she is begging him to fuck her now, on her knees as I can feel my cock growing rock hard watching my wife begging our hung neighbor to fuck her.

“That I can do,” he laughs as he grabs her beneath her armpits and helps her up to her feet, practically picking her up on his own in a feat of raw strength. She kicks her shoes off and slips her socks off then starts working her shorts down before he intervenes and pulls them down and then works her panties down, her stepping out of them and him throwing them into my face. “Here, hold onto these while I fuck your wife,” he snarls.

He turns her around so that she is facing me and bends her over, almost pushing her over onto the couch with her falling into my arms, but pushing back off as she rests her knee on the couch next to me and bends over, offering up her pretty pink pussy to him.

“Aw yeah,” he licks his thumb and reaches down, sliding it over her pussy before plunging it into her lips. “Well she is nice and wet for me, man,” he looks down at me. “She get this wet for you this quickly?”

“No,” she giggles as I feel my heart drop again.

“Oh c’mon, I mean…” I start.

“Oh shut up,” she says, still giggling, trying to catch her breath before turning her head back to him. “You going to show him how to fuck me?”

“What the woman wants,” he says, jacking his cock in his hand, putting his other hand on her hip as he positions his cock in front of her pussy. “The woman gets, I feel like I’m teaching you a lesson here.” He guides it into her as she braces herself against the couch, I can feel her hand grip tightly onto my arm and see her pushing her ass back to greet his monster cock.

“Oh my god!” She exclaims, almost taken aback at the feeling of his cock sliding into her. “Holy shit that feels fucking good!” Her grip on my arm tightens as my cock is throbbing inside of my pants, begging to come out, but I don’t dare move as I can feel her hand gripping tighter and tighter on my arm, I can feel the power of his first few thrusts into her.

He wraps his hands around her hips as he leans back and thrusts his cock into her. I look over and see that a good portion of his monster cock is engulfed in her wet pussy, it being incredibly deep inside of her. Jon closes his eyes for a second as he works away at my wife’s pussy, cocking his head back as he tightens his grip and pulls her closer to him, her moaning louder. He looks back down at her and takes his left hand up, bringing it down hard onto the soft flesh of her ass, making a loud slapping sound.

“Yes! Yes!” She exclaims, her nails now digging into me as he begins to violently thrust into her harder and harder, faster and faster. “This is how I’ve always wanted you to fuck me,” she says looking at me as she groans, having to f***e the words out in between grunts as his cock pushes deeper inside of her. “This is what I wanted!”

I turn to look away but I feel her hands reach out to my face and grasp on tightly to either side, turning my face towards hers.

“No, you have to watch,” she groans as he continues to fuck her. “Fuck that,” she says. “Get those clothes off and stop sitting there being useless.”

My cock is throbbing and my heart is racing as I watch him continue to fuck her. I began to unbuckle my shorts, then undoing the button and the fly, relieving some of the tension in my pants as my hard cock can be seen pushing almost through my briefs. I pull my shirt up over my head and toss it aside before standing up and pulling down my shorts and my briefs, feeling my cock flip out of them and feel the cool air on it.

“Pfft,” Jon lets out a laugh. “That’s all you got? No wonder I’m fucking your wife right now.”

I look down at my own cock and feel inadequate, something that I’ve never felt before in my life. Sure, I wasn’t huge, but I was definitely above average and had never had any complaints in the past before, especially from Jill. I brush it off, doing my best to ignore him as I put my hand on my cock and start stroking it, moving in front of Jill with my cock in front of her face.

“No,” she swats it away, reaching back and stroking Jon’s stomach, making him stop. “I’m not going to suck your cock, honey,” she laughs. “This is about me, remember?” She looks at me and straightens out, sweat glistening on her body. “Remember?” I silently nod as she takes Jon’s hand and places it on her breast. “Good, now I want you to lick my pussy while he fucks me, do you understand?”

I nod silently again as she giggles and turns to Jon, running her tongue from his neck down his chest down to his cock as she sits down on the couch, once again eye level with his cock and takes it back into her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth before taking it out with a quick smack. Just enough to make it wet as she takes him by the hand again and stands up, facing him. She runs her fingers along his chest, outlining his pecs and pulls him forward, away from the coffee table before pushing him down onto the couch right where there was enough space in front.

He smirks as he sits back, jacking his cock in his hand before holding his hands up to help guide her as she leans back onto his stomach, resting her ass on it and pulls her feet up to rest on his knees. Her pussy is right in front of me, staring at me, with his big cock just resting against it. She reaches forward with her hand and rubs her clit before grabbing his cock in her hand, rubbing it back and forth over her pussy before pushing the head into her pussy and letting out a moan.

“Get over here,” she barks at me, as I move towards them. “On your knees, c’mon,” she laughs, moaning as he tightens his grip on her hips and begins moving his hips up and down, his cock moving in and out of her pussy like a piston. “Mmm, just like that,” she whisper back to him. “C’mon, on your knees, are you deaf?” I shake my head and get down on my knees, staring right at his big cock just inches away while it expands and shrinks before my eyes, disappearing into her tight pussy lips.

“Here?”

“Yes,” she smiles, reaching out and running her fingers through my hair before taking a bunch in her hand and pulling my head forward. “Now I want you to lick my pussy while you watch a real man fuck me.”

“Okay, but…” I look down at his cock, noting that it would be impossible to lick her pussy without having to lick his cock as well. “I mean…”

“Are you all of a sudden too shy to lick my pussy? You do it all of the time, honey,” she pulls my head in closer as I try to resist.

“No, but…”

“No buts, this is what you wanted, right?” She f***es my head up and down as if I were nodding by my hair. “See? This is what you wanted, so you knew it might get a little messy, now I want you to lick that pussy.”

I continue to resist, the thought of licking his cock dancing through my mind, the fantasies that played out in my mind before about sucking on another man’s cock quickly about to become a reality, but me realizing that it never happened before because I was never sure about it, and especially wasn’t sure about it now that I had one right in front of my face. Especially it being the cock of my neighbor as he was slamming it into the pussy of my wife. I look up the length of her body, over her stomach and her tight, bouncing tits to see her eyes closed and head tilted back as she moans. She looks beautiful, I think to myself, before her hand pulls on my hair again, my mouth coming into contact with her warm, wet pussy lips.

I keep my eyes closed as I reach my tongue out and lick her pussy. A little at first, then more, as I can feel the pressure from his cock moving underneath her skin. Her fingers are still gripping to my hair as she lets out a loud scream, my tongue flicking at her pussy while his cock slides in and out of her. My tongue keeps working until it slides down a little bit, licking a bit of his cock as well. I can feel the texture difference as her pussy is warm and soft, while his cock is rough and has a large vein right in front of me. My tongue slides up and down in a smooth motion, tasting her juices on both of them.

“Mmm, yeah baby,” Jill moans, rubbing the back of my head, holding it closer before pulling it back, forcing me to look into her eyes. “You like that? You like being up close while he fucks me?”

“Yes,” I moan out, still feeling her firm grasp on the back of my head.

“I know you do,” she says through her teeth, still bouncing up and down on his big cock. “Lick his balls,” she orders, as I continue to look up at her and slowly shake my head from side to side.

“C’mon you fag,” Jon says from behind her. “You know that you want to.”

“Do it,” she orders again, this time clenching her teeth. “Put his fucking balls into your mouth, or do you not want to ever cum again?”

“I do,” I swallow hard and can feel her grip on my hair loosen, her fingers repositioning themselves on my chin.

“Then do it,” she shouts, laughing along with Jon as he moans out.

I’m trembling again as I lower my face down, just a breath away from his cock and her pussy as I reach my tongue out slowly and lick at her pussy, then move my tongue down slowly. It isn’t to be enticing, but it is out of fear that I slowly lick down the length of his shaft, tracing a vein along the way until I feel the loose skin around his balls against my tongue. I trace my tongue around the outside before reaching the bottom, opening my mouth wider and affixing my lips to the left ball, sucking on it as I can feel his cock pulsating inside of Jill’s body. I suck on it as I move my tongue around it, moving it up and down as he moans out.

This continues on for what feels like forever before I feel Jill’s hand grasp onto my hair again, pulling me back out. Then she pushes back onto his lap, letting his cock slide out of her. I’m on my knees in front of them, staring down his huge cock, glistening with her juices while she looks down at me, taking her left foot off of his knee and pushing me on my shoulder, kicking me back. As I catch myself, she looks down at me and laughs again.

“This must be driving you crazy, baby,” she says, with a wild smirk on her face. “Look at how hard your cock is.”

I blush as I look down, not wanting to make eye contact with her, but I feel her hand reach out and grab a hold of my chin again, her fingernails digging into my cheeks. She leans down and gets right into my face, planting a kiss on my lips before pulling back and laughing again.

“He’s been fucking my pussy so well,” she says, licking her lips. “That I think it needs a break. You know how sensitive it is,” she stands up, rubbing her pussy with her fingers before getting down on her knees next to me. “I think you need to help me out.”

“What?” I ask, not understanding what she is asking me to do. “What do you want me to do now, I’ve already…”

“Shhh,” she places her finger on my lips. “He’s done such a good job fucking me, he deserves to cum, doesn’t he? Doesn’t he?” I nod in agreement with her as he laughs, his cock in his hand stroking up and down on it, right in front of me. “So you should suck on his cock while I relax.”

My heart skips a beat again, then begins to race, my hands trembling at the thought. Jon laughs and inches forward on the couch, picking himself up and standing in front of me, leaving me eye level with his huge cock, just a few hairs away from my lips, dangling there. I begin to move my hand up towards it, but it is shaking and I quickly drop it back down, turning to her and shaking my head.

“I can’t, I mean…”

“Yes, you can,” she says. “You wanted this, and now you are going to do what I want, and I want your lips on his cock.”

“No, I mean,” I turn back to it. “I don’t think that…” Just then I feel her hand on the back of my head, pushing me, the head of his cock touching my lips and then, in an instant, his hard cock is inside of my mouth. I mumble, trying to talk but her hand is firmly on the back of my head, not letting me pull away. I feel like I’m going to explode before I relax a little and realize how long I had been waiting for this. I can feel his slick shaft on my lips and feel it sliding over my tongue. I open up my mouth wider to make up for his girth and to keep my teeth away while trying to clasp my lips tighter together.

I bring my hand up and clasp my fingers around his balls, moving my head back and forth, guided by Jill’s hand before I bring my hand up and take a hold of his huge cock, now starting to try to get it deeper into my mouth. He puts his hand on the back of my head and starts thrusting with his hips, fucking my face.

“God you are pathetic,” she groans, pulling my head back by the hair again, his cock slipping out from my grasp. “You can’t even suck cock for me right, can he?” She turns to Jon who laughs.

“Nah,” he shakes his head. “That was some pretty sad shit, I gotta say.”

“So, once again,” she takes his cock into her hand and starts jacking it, back and forth. “Once again, I have to do everything for myself.”

“Show him how its done, bitch,” he smiles and nods as her lips wrap around his hard cock again, her hand tightly gripping on it at the base and her head bobbing back and forth. His hands are on his hips and he’s beginning to squirm a little, moaning. “Oh fuck yeah,” he lets out. “Keep going and you are going to make me cum.”

“Mmm yes,” Jill moans, jacking his cock back and forth with both hands quickly. “I want you to cum all over me while my husband watches,” she looks over at me and laughs. “You want to see me take his big load, huh?”

“Well,” I start, stroking my cock as I watch my wife working so hard to get him off, seeing a side of her that I had never even imagined before. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Pathetic!” She giggles before turning back to Jon and his huge cock, taking it back into her mouth while still working it with both of her hands, moving her head from side to side while her hands move in the other direction. “Yeah,” she pulls it out of her mouth and begins jacking his cock faster and faster, pointed right at her mouth. “C’mon baby, cum all over me.”

“Ohhhhh yeah,” he moans, now gripping onto the sides of her head and cocking his head back. “Oh fuck, yes, yes,” he shouts. “Keep going, almost there…”

“Oh fuck!” In an instant his cock is convulsing in her hands and a huge stream of hot, white cum streams out from his swollen black cock and is coating her face. Her tongue is out, catching some of it, but not all of it as it was like a floodgate was unlocked all over her. “Mmmm,” she says, taking a finger to her cheek and rubbing some of the cum onto her tongue. “So fucking good,” she looks up into his eyes and slowly gives his cock a few more tugs.

“Now this bitch,” he laughs, slapping his cock across her face again before stroking her hair, her still on her knees. “She knows how to take care of a cock.” She laughs deviously before turning back to me.

“Don’t think that I forgot about you,” she smirks. “You did everything I asked you to, so you can cum, too,” she leans over, planting a big, wet kiss on my lips. I can taste his salty cum on her lips and feel it on her chest pushing up against me. “But first… you have to clean off his cock.”

“What?” I shake my head, “but I did everything you wanted me to.”

“Just clean it off, bitch,” she giggles, taking his cock in her hand and guiding it towards my mouth again. I can feel his still swollen cock inside of my mouth. “You can do better than that!”

I pull it out with my hand and stick my tongue out, running it over the head of his cock, tasting his cum on it, still a little bit dripping out onto my tongue. I work my tongue down his shaft a few times before he lets out a laugh and takes his cock out of my hands and slaps me across the face a few times with his monstrous snake of a cock. My face turns red and I feel humiliated.

“Good boy,” she laughs, putting her hands on my shoulders and pushing me back onto the floor. “Just lay back now and let me get you off.” I lay back and close my eyes as I feel her tight grip around my cock, her moving slowly, then quickly speeding up. I can feel my balls begin to twitch a bit and my cock growing harder and harder. I can already feel the cum working its way up the shaft of my cock, but do my best to hold it in, especially after he lasted so long.

“Jon, come here and help me,” she says over her shoulder as my eyes shoot open.

“Wait what?” I say, trying to sit up, only to feel her hand on my shoulder pushing me back down.

“Oh relax, I told you that you were going to cum, didn’t I?”

“Yes, but, what do you need him for?”

“Just to hold your legs while you cum,” she laughs as he comes over and takes a hold of my ankles. “Good, now lift him him,” I feel his hands tighten around my ankles and pulling them up, my legs almost going straight up while I’m still laying back, staring down the barrel of my cock. From this angle I can notice how much smaller it is than his was and feel a bit ashamed. “Great, now hold him there.”

“What are you doing?” I ask, confused as she continues to work away on my cock. I have to admit it feels great and I could care less what she is doing.

“Well, you failed at helping me take his load,” she shakes her head, still jacking away at my cock. “That doesn’t mean that you get out of taking a load on your face.”

She lets out a laugh as I watch her hand glide back and forth over my cock. I can feel Jon’s strong hands on my ankles holding my legs up and can even feel his cock graze over my ass a bit. My muscles clench up as I get closer and closer to orgasming. Jill looks into my eyes and smiles a nice warm smile while she is jacking away at my cock, like she had planned this all along. I let out a loud moan as I feel my balls contract and the cum explode out of my cock, shooting down my chest and my face. I had flinched, but not in time as there is a thick stream of cum on my face, from my chin up to my eyebrows and Jill scoops her finger in, pulling a bunch into my mouth.

“There,” she laughs. “I told you that you’d get to cum today, hun.”

He lets my legs go and I slump over on the floor, covered in my own cum as Jill wipes her hands on me and picks herself up, her body gleaming in sweat. She walks over to Jon as he pulls his shorts and shirt back on and grabs at his bulge one last time before giving him a kiss. He pulls her in close and takes a big handful of her ass. She looks back over at me and shakes her head before looking back to him, still in his arms.

“This was fun,” she said, blushing a bit. “Do it again soon?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “I’m definitely down with that.”

“Maybe bring some friends along with you next time?” She looks up at him, as I lay on the floor still, looking over at her, not sure where this is coming from.

“Oh, I have some friends who would be down for this shit, believe me,” he opens the door, with his shoes in hand and heads out, with Jill closing the door behind him and locking it before letting out a sigh.

“Where did that come from?” I ask, sitting on the floor with my back up against the couch now.

“What?” She asks, picking up her shirt off of the table and pulling it over her head before fishing around for her shorts to pull them back on.

“Everything,” I say, shaking my head. “I’m sitting here in a puddle of my own cum and, and,” my heart begins to race. “You made me suck another man’s cock! Then you asked to do it again without talking about it with me, and you asked him to bring friends, I just, I thought we’d talk about this before doing it again and…”

“I enjoyed myself,” she says, short on, sitting back onto the chair and kicking her bare feet onto the table. “This is what you wanted, this is what we had talked about, what you had asked for,” she shrugs. “Plus, I know you wouldn’t do this on your own.”

“What are you talking about?” I ask, trying to act clueless and like the victim. “I don’t know what…”

“After you brought this up,” she interrupts. “I thought it was strange and came from nowhere, then I looked at your credit card bills,” I can feel my heart begin to pound in my chest, and a sinking feeling in my stomach.

“Oh?” I say, turning red.

“Phone sex, cam sex, the works,” she exclaims. “So, I did some digging and I talked with one of your, erm, phone mistresses that you talk to. She told me some stuff that wow, it made me feel awful for a little bit, but she told me that you would never act on it, that you loved me that much.”

“I do, I never would, I mean…”

“It’s okay,” she laughs. “I’m still here, aren’t I? I have fantasies of my own, obviously. She told me you fantasized about sucking cocks, about watching me fuck other men and for me to f***e you to do all of these nasty, dirty things. This was going to be revenge, but — I liked it! A lot. So,” she walks over, petting my head. “It looks like you have a new mistress now, hun.”

“But I’m not sure that I want this,” I say, looking up at her. “Please, let’s talk about this some more, I’m not sure I like other men…”

“Don’t you want to keep me happy?”

“Yes, of course, but…”

“Don’t you want to keep me happy?” She grabs a hold of my face by my jaw, looking deep into my eyes.

“Yes,” I mutter.

“Then I guess you don’t have a choice, then, do you?” She walks off towards the bathroom and shuts the door behind her, while the room spins around me.

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This was written by a very good friend, who shall remain anonymous for discretion’s sake.  Personally, I think it’s the best cuckold story I’ve ever read.  And I’ve read a bunch, so that is saying something.

I wonder when our jubilant little cuckoldress says…

“So, I did some digging and I talked with one of your, erm, phone mistresses that you talk to. She told me some stuff that wow, it made me feel awful for a little bit, but she told me that you would never act on it, that you loved me that much.”

… she was referring to me?

I certainly hope so.

xo, Angela

ps. I decided against putting a picture with this post, because, well … REALLY?  Do you really need a picture?  When our author created one in full 3D, HD color?

Albeit, an erudite worm.

An email:

I am just part of the coterie of obsequious sycophants … a cog in the grist mill.  Only Masa Harina tortilla corn flour for you, Miss Angela St. Lawrence.

Stomp me like grapes for the Must.

I ferment for you!

Sincerely, Tiny Wee Wee

I do love a smart boy who knows how to grovel with such flamboyance.

ingratiating, kowtowing,  bondservant  =  Deliriously Happy Mistress

It’s been a very good day.

Goodnight, Darlings.