Date: Mon, 8 Jun 2009 18:49:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: AltErik <darkprince67@yahoo.com>
Subject: TG Related:

Gym Submission 3
By AltErik (aka DarkPrince67)
darkprince67@yahoo.com

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Usual disclaimers, though if you are already browsing stories on this site,
you must have an idea what you're getting into by now.. ;-)

This story contains Male/Male sex, Male/Female sex and Dominant/Submissive
themes, so if this is a problem . . . wave off!

This story is fictional story based on a fantasy of mine. I hope you enjoy
it and feel free to send your thoughts, dirty as they no doubt are. It's
always good to get feedback!
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When I returned home after my encounter with Lisa and Mark I was full of
conflicting emotions. Guilt, formost. I couldn't believe what I had let
myself do! But whenever the images of my acts flickered through my mind
. . . I felt myself shiver. It was so intense and scary. I let out a side
of myself I didn't even realize existed. A deeply submissive and completely
bisexual part. It was almost as if I became a different person
altogether. In everyday life and sex I was pretty much a normal guy, who
was sometimes agressive and sometimes not. But when I was with Gordon or
Mark or Lisa I had no desire except to please them. I truly wanted to be
their slut, open to anything they wanted of me.

I shook this off and walked into my house. My wife, Valerie, was sitting on
the couch watching TV. She looked up when I came in and arched an eyebrow.

"Looks like you had a tough workout. You look beat."

I felt myself flush and a new wave of guilt washed over me. "Yeah, I guess
I am." I said lamely. This was rediculous! I had to stop this. I would just
avoid the gym for a while till I could get a handle on myself. That was all
there was to it.

"You know," Valerie said scooting around to face me, "I've been thinking
about starting back to the gym myself." She smiled at me. "You can meet me
there after work and we can work out together!"

It took a moment for me to swallow the lump in my throat after that
statement. "Sure." I said.

Workout together?! An image flashed into my head. An image that both
excited and scared me to death. Valerie on her hands and knees, whimpering
and moaning as Mark pumped his cock into her pussy. All the while I am
underneath her, lapping at her pussy and his cock as it stretches her like
I never could.

"Is something wrong?" She asked, a bit concerned by the odd look that came
over my face.

"No." I said quickly. My cock was rock hard and I stepped up against the
couch to hide the bulge in my sweats. "Just zoned out for a second." I
turned quickly away and started towards the bedroom. "I'm gonna go change
out of these sweaty clothes."

My stomach was full of butterflies as I undressed.  I couldn't seem to stop
the flash of images that popped into my head. All variations on the same
theme. I was still trying to pull my head back to the here-and-now when I
felt Valerie's hands on my now naked hips and I turned to face her.

"You know, my mind has been wandering a bit too, since I got home." She
said caressing my thighs and ass. "Remember when you told me once that you
would . . . go down on me anytime I asked?" She was obviously a bit nervous
about bringing it up.

"Yes." I let a pause hang for a few moments. "Is there something you would
like me to do?" I continued with a slight smile.

"I'm asking." She said simply.

I chuckled. "You'll have to be more specific than that."

"You know," she said evasively, "I want you to go down on me."

"Oh!" I feigned surprise and turned around to face her. I kissed her deeply
for a moment then I kissed my way around to her ear. "Why didn't you just
come out and tell me you wanted me to . . . eat your wet pussy till you
scream?" I said in a soft whisper.

She sighed. "You are such a vulgar man sometimes!" There was very little
force behind the statement though.

This is usually as `vulgar' as we got. But tonight I felt a bit braver than
usual and decided to probe a bit. "But you like it when I'm vulgar, don't
you?" Before she could reply I pressed on, all the while running my
fingernails over her full hips and ass. Pulling her tightly against
me. "Does it really bother you if I describe how your . . . hot . . . wet
. . . pussy . . . feels pressed against my face? Or how exciting it is to
watch my . . . hard . . . cock . . . slowly open you and slip
. . . deeeeeep . . . inside your body?" I spoke slowly, emphasising each
explicit term.

I could feel her press into me, her breathing getting shorter and more
ragged. "Yessss," she moaned, "I hate it when you talk like that." She
kissed me pationately and deeply, putting the lie to her words. She was
more turned on than I could ever remember.

She broke the kiss suddenly. "Dammit, you said you'd eat me!" She quickly
stripped out of her lounge clothes and fell back on the bed. Splaying her
legs open, she began to finger her pussy. "Please lick me. I'm so hot and I
need to cum."

"I'm your obedient slave!" I said dropping to my knees. I began to kiss my
way up her smooth thighs. But she would have none of that. Tonight she just
wanted to cum.

"If that's true, then all I want to hear from you now is the sound of your
tongue lapping my clit." She grabbed my head and pulled my mouth to her
box. It was practically oozing, she was so excited. I dove in with all the
energy I had, as Valerie's thighs wrapped around my head.

I don't know how long I slurped and sucked, but she suddently clamped her
legs around my head like a vise and gasped and cried out for at least a few
minutes before she began to relax again. As she collapsed against the bed,
I was finally released from between her legs. But instead of getting up
next to her I just settled comfortably where I was and laid my head on her
thigh, my face still damp with her juices. I felt so content just to nuzzle
her soft thighs and give her sex an occasional lick. The feeling of her
warm, smooth skin against my cheek and the smell of her pussy making me
drowsy.

"Mmmm, you seem quite comfortable there. I think I could get to like this
treatment!" She said softly.

Without even thinking, I replied. "My mouth is yours anytime you want it,
love."

"Is it now?" She said running her fingers through my hair. "I just may test
out your offer to see how sincere you are."

We drifted off to sleep like that. She stretched out on the bed and me with
my head nestled between her legs.


I awoke, feeling the bed shift. I could tell that at some point during the
night I had moved back up to my side of the bed because there was a pillow
under my head now instead of my wife's leg. As I opened my eyes I was
surprised to see Valerie's pussy descending towards my mouth as she
straddled my head.

"Wake up sleepy head." She whispered as she saw my eyes flutter open. "I
wanted to test your sincerity from last night." With that she spread her
knees and lowered her snatch against my mouth.

She was just as soaked as last night. The lips of her pussy, red and
swollen. I didn't need to think about it, I just closed my eyes, reached up
to grasp her hips and began to feast on her.

I spent the next 30 minutes or so slurping and sucking on her pussy as she
rode my face to several orgasms. When she finally dismounted, my face was
flushed and smeared liberally with her cum.  And I was hard as a rock.  She
smiled down at me, then looked at the clock.

"Damn, your gonna make me late. You'll have to take care of that," she said
pointing to my erection and smiling, "yourself, I'm afraid!" Valerie gave
me a quick tongue kiss then got up and headed for the bathroom. Stopping
just outside the door she turned around licking her lips. "You know, I
don't taste half-bad." She said thoughtfully. "No wonder you like to eat me
so much." Without another word she turned and continued on her way.

* * *

I didn't have to leave for work till an hour after Valerie did, so I just
lay in bed.. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw me still laying
there stroking my cock and paused on the way to the closet. She stood
there, in all her naked glory. One eyebrow raised and a hand on her full
hip. She looked great.. She had a real hourglass shape. Nice, ripe breasts
with thick stubby nipples. Wide, sexy hips that swelled out from her
waist. I stared at her body as I jerked off.

"You gonna get ready or just jerk off all morning?" I just smiled. "Are you
close to cumming?"

"Yes." I said, feeling myself getting closer.

"You like looking at my body, don't you?"

"Oh, yessss. You are sooo sexy."

"You really got off when I sat on your face this morning." It was more of a
statement than question. She was getting flushed as she slowly sauntered
towards me, hips swaying seductively. She stopped a few feet from the foot
of the bed. She seemed to be considering something. Then she obviously came
to a decision as she looked me in the eye. There was something a little
more stern in her gaze.

"Turn around on the bed with your head hanging off the edge." I did as she
told me. I was looking up at her, the swell of her breasts concealing
everything but her eyes. I returned to stroking. "You better not cum till I
tell you!"

 There was more authority in her voice than normal. I stopped jerking
off. I was really close now. She had a sly smile curling at the corner of
her mouth. She stepped closer and straddle my head. She reached down and
spread her lips apart. I could see the dark pink of her pussy. It glistened
with moisture and I licked my lips.

She chuckled. "You really are like Pavlov's dog, aren't you? Just looking
at my hot, wet pussy makes you hungry. You love my pussy, don't you?"

"Yes." I whispered. My cock throbbed. She'd never talked to me like this
before.

"What do you most want right now?!" She almost barked the question.

Without hesitation I answered. "To taste you."

"Really? You're hard cock is throbbing, ready to empty your balls, and you
can only think about sliding your tongue inside my wet pussy?" She saw the
confusion on my face. "Last night you were horny, but all you wanted was to
worship my pussy." Before I could say anything, she pushed on. "You haven't
fucked me in at least a month, but all you can think about is eating me."

She let the silence hang for at least a minute. I didn't know what to
say. It was true. We hadn't fucked in a while. We'd 69'd a number of times
since. I was always on the bottom, as I so loved the feeling over body
pressed into me and her pussy and thighs wrapped around my face. I always
came first, moaning into her pussy.

"Close your eyes and do not open your mouth. Understood?"

I was really confused now. But I noticed that the inside of her pussy and
her lips were now glazed in her juice. "Yes." I said and did as she told
me.

I felt her thighs brush my face. Then I felt her wet pussy drag across my
forehead. Then over my nose and down across my mouth. I was almost
shaking. The feel of her juice painted across my face was so erotic. She
dragged her wet lips all over my face before moving back to my nose.

"Breath me in." Her voice was hoarse and I could tell she was very turned
on.

I inhaled through my nose and I was overpowered with the smell of her
pussy. My head swam with the glorious, musky scent of her sex.

"That's it. Breath me in. This is really what you want, isn't it? To be
smothered in my CUNT!" She never used that word before and my cock throbbed
at the raw lust in her voice. "Tell me you need my cunt!"

"I, I . . . need it."

"Need what!!" I jumped at the power of her voice. I'd never heard this side
of her before. Never knew it even existed.

"I need your . . . pussy." I said.

"No! No! My PUSSY is reserved for COCK!"

"I need your . . . cunt."

"That's a good boy. You aren't the kind of man who fucks pussy. You are a
cunt-licker!"

I could taste her pussy now that I'd opened my mouth to speak and the smell
of her was intoxicating. Combined with how close I was to cumming, I was in
a state of deep lust myself. I could feel the primal part of myself, the
same part that reveled in my encounter with Mark and Lisa, eclipsing all
else.

She laughed. "You'd make an excellent lesbian. Always ready to eat cunt
when it's offered. But what about my needs. Your tongue is talented and
eager, but I need more than that sometimes, don't I?"

"Yes." It was all I could say. She was right.

"Tell me what my warm, wet pussy needs." She continued to drag her
engorged, dripping lips across my face with rhythmic swings of her hips.

"A cock." I croaked. My throat was dry.

"Exactly! What I need is COCK." She almost moaned the word. I was so lost
to the moment that I felt myself nodding.

"Yes, you need a cock. A big, thick cock to fuck you deep!" A tiny voice in
my head tried to cry out, but the roar of lust over road it. "A cock to
fuck you hard and long and fill you with creamy cummmmmm." My mind was
awash in images of huge cocks sliding into Valerie's pussy. Making here
scream and cum over and over. None of them were mine.

She was now humping faster against my face. "Yes! Yes! Fuck Yes!! I need a
cock. NOW!" No pretense of teasing or taunting me now. Her only thought was
cumming.  "So empty! My pussy has been so empty for so long!" She was close
I could tell. She was whimpering and moaning. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me
with your big cocks!" She was lost completely in her own lust fogged
world. "Take me, use me, fill me with your big, fucking, BLACK cocks!!" She
went rigid, cumming so hard that all I could hear were whimpers and squeaks
as every muscle in her body tried to lock, yet her hips still quivered and
twitched as they fought to keep thrusting.

As she came, my brain flashed to her words and as my hand touched my cock,
I came so hard that I saw stars. Yet, as ropes of cum rocketed out of my
cock, I could hear her words again. "fill me with your big, fucking, BLACK
cocks!!" I had no idea what all of it meant. It excited me and scared me at
the same time.

* * *

I upended the gym bag and began tossing my dirty clothes into the
laundry. Thats when I saw the envelope and the bundle. The bundle looked
like something wrapped up in some article of clothing. The envelope was a
standard #10 business envelope and in feminine handwriting it just said,
'For Erica'.

My hands started to shake a bit as I tore it open. I unfolded the piece of
paper inside. It was written in the same pretty style as what was on the
outside.  I read through it and the shaking only got worse. I just wasn't
sure if it was from fear or lust. It was a set of instructions for the
day. Scattered throughout, the word 'Will', was written in bold and
underlined.  I reread it several times before putting it down and looking
at the bundle. I wanted to open it now to confirm what was inside, but the
the instructions specified, quite emphatically, that I was not to open it
till I had completed certain other instructions.

I sat down on the bed, confused, nervous, aroused and not a little
scared. To follow these instructions would be a step I couldn't easily take
back.. Everything up till now, Gordon's 'use' of me in the locker room and
the wild, encounter yesterday in Mark's office were all explainable as
experiments. That first time was such a blur of curiosity, nervousness and
lust. Completely out of my control, once things started. Sure I could have
stopped, but I could still tell myself that I was pushed into it and
therefore I could disavow myself of responsibility. Even yesterday, in
Mark's office, had been a blindside. Off balance from the start, and unsure
how to handle having the locker room scene on film, made me easy to
influence. And with Lisa there, in all her erotic glory, I could again say
I had little conscious control over things.

But this. I looked at the letter again. To follow these instructions. No,
not instructions. Commands. That's what they were. I was being ordered to
do things that couldn't be explained away as 'caught up in the moment'. And
worst of all, it would be very hard to keep Valerie from noticing
something. I thought about that for a bit and then realized that Valerie
noticing something wasn't the worst. The worst was that a part of me was
actually eager to follow where I was being led. OK, excited too. My cock
was already stiff. I reached down to stroke it. Then stopped myself.. I
looked at the instructions again. I guess I had made my choice. The very
first item said that I was not allowed to cum on my own without
instruction. "On my own." A shudder ran up my spine and my cock twitched
again. I took a long deep breath and reached for the phone.

After calling in sick to work, I headed into the bathroom. Digging around
in the cabinet under the sink I found the unopened package of Fleet
enemas. I had bought them months back for some reason or another, but never
used one. It had seemed like something to use only if it was really
necessary. But now, I held the package in my hands and felt a little thrill
at what they were being used for now. I opened the package and pulled out
the first one. Laid out a towel on the bathroom floor and got down on my
hands and knees. It felt weird to push the narrow, lubed tip inside me, but
when the mineral oil mixture began to flow . . . I felt strangely
excited. I don't know if it was the sensation itself, the full feeling in
my belly or just being on my knees on the bathroom floor. But I kinda liked
it.

Following my instructions, I rinsed myself out with one, then the other. I
then refilled one with warm water for a final rinse. After I finished the
third round, I started the bath. Making it as hot as I could stand, so it
would stay warm longer, I began to sprinkle in some of Valerie's bath
salts. This kind was one I always liked. It had a strong melon aroma that
seemed very relaxing to me. As the tub filled, I grabbed Valerie's shaving
cream and razor. By now the bathroom was filled with steam and the scent of
melon. I felt myself relax as I took deep breaths.

I gently lowered myself into the hot water. Letting my skin adjust. Our tub
was a little wider than standard, so while I couldn't really stretch out,
it was much more roomy than ones I'd had in the past. I don't know how long
I lay there, my body throbbing with the warmth of the water and my head
filled with that lovely scent. But I finally decided that if I was to
finish what I had to do before I ran completely out of hot water, I'd best
be about it.

After warming the water a bit more, I took out the shaving cream and
razor. It took a while to do it all, but I managed to only nick myself
once. When I finally drained the tub and turned on the shower for a final
rinse, I was almost hairless from my neck down. Underarms, chest (never had
much there) and legs were completely smooth. My crotch was shaved except
for a two inch, narrow strip of hair just above my cock. I had seen a
number of hot models with that setup and couldn't resist trying it, since
that specific was left to me.

I got out and toweled off. It was then that I looked in the mirror. Wow. I
had no idea how much difference the body hair made! And the little strip of
hair on my crotch made my cock throb. My hand crept down to give it a
stroke, but I yanked it away. If I was doing this, I was going to do it as
instructed!

I pulled on my robe and went back to the bed. The last thing on the letter
was to open the bundle and follow the instructions there.  I picked up the
bundle and untied it.. My breath caught as it came undone and my eyes
locked on the red butt plug. I'd been in adult stores before and seen
them. I think this was the medium size one, an inch and a half wide at it's
thickest point and tapering back to less than an inch at the base. But it
looked huge and made my ass clench at the thought of inserting it. There
was another note, and with trepidation and a hint of excitement I opened
it.

"These are your final instructions. FIRST, you WILL apply a generous amount
of the lube provided to your PUSSY and to your PLUG. You WILL then get on
HANDS & KNEES and finger your PUSSY till it's relaxed enough to insert your
PLUG. All the while you are doing this you WILL remember how GOOD it felt
to have BIG, MANLY COCKS use your body for THEIR PLEASURE. You WILL think
about how RIGHT it felt to SERVE those who are your SUPERIORS in every way.

Now STOP READING and DO as you are TOLD!"

My stomach was full of butterflies as I put the note down and climbed up
onto the bed. I took the tube of lubricant and squeezed out some on my
fingers. It was light and silky feeling. I leaned forward till my face was
in the pillow and slid my fingers past my balls and over my . . .  my . . .
pussy. My breath caught as I said the word in my mind. I massaged around
the opening and then pressed a single finger in.

"Fuuuuuuuckkkkkk." I moaned as my finger glided inside. I was so charged
now that I was shaking. Between the enemas, the bath and being hairless and
smooth, I was throbbing with lust. I lay there slowly sliding my finger in
and out for a couple minutes. Amazed at the feeling of tightness and
heat.. Then, as I pulled all the way out, I added a second finger and
pushed all the way in. Another moan escaped. It felt so fucking good to
feel my . . . pussy stretched open by the second finger. Yesterday I had
Mark's entire cock inside me, but then I was in a lust induced fog and was
assaulted by so many sensations that I didn't really focus on any. But now,
I reveled in the feel as I pulled my fingers all the way out, then slowly
pushed them back in.

I don't know how long I lay there, finger fucking myself. But at some point
I began to moan softly and murmur "fuck me, fuck me". My head was filled
with images from every sex movie I'd ever seen. Only now I just kept seeing
those big, beautiful cocks as they penetrated mouths, pussies and asses.

Reluctantly I pulled my fingers out. It was then that I notice that without
conscious thought I had added a third finger. I couldn't resist toying with
the entrance and noticing how much more relaxed and open it was. The lube
also made it feel all sexy and sloppy too. I reached over and grabbed the
plug. I squeezed out a dollop of lube on the tip and moved it to my
entrance.  With steady pressure, I felt my pussy begin to stretch
open. Wider and wider till I felt the first real sting of pain. I pushed a
little more and the pain increased and increased . . . then suddenly the
widest part of the plug passed and it slid into place inside me.

"Ooooohfuckyesssss!" I just lay there softly sighing at the feeling of
fullness. That last second, as it just slipped into position inside me, of
it's own accord, felt absolutely delicious! I just lay there, with my face
mashed into the pillow and my hips rocking gently. Unable to resist, I
reached back and began to pull the plug back out. I pulled till it was just
about to pop free and then released it. "Oooooooohhhhyyyyeesssssssss." The
feeling of the plug being pulled inside me that last few inches was
amazing.

Finally I rolled over onto my back and sat up, letting out a couple little
moans as the plug moved inside of me. I stood up and looked at the last
section of the card.

"Now that your PUSSY is properly FILLED, you WILL keep it FILLED the rest
of the day. Now get dressed using ONLY the items sent to you. You WILL wear
ALL of the items! Once dressed PROPERLY, you WILL go to the gym at 4pm and
work out as usual. You WILL do ALL your normal routines. You WILL receive
further instructions there."

I finished unfolding the bundle of clothes and gasped. How could I wear
these to the gym? the closer I looked at everything the more I felt
panic. I'd be a laughingstock the moment I walked in. I stopped the
panicked thoughts, closed my eyes and took some deep breaths. Finally I
opened them again and stared at the clothes, wondering what to do. I picked
up the electric pink thong and looked at it.. My nose caught a whiff of
something and I pulled them closer. I felt a little light-headed as the
distinct smell of pussy juice filled my nose. I pulled them up to my face
and inhaled. Lisa's pussy. She must have had these on yesterday. Without
really thinking more I stepped into them and pulled them up. They were made
of a really stretchy lycra and though I didn't have Lisa's hips of ass,
they still fit OK. It took some doing to try and get my cock and balls
settled into the triangle of material. Luckily for me they had a little
more fabric than some thongs
 I'd seen. The floss settled between my cheeks and over the plug. They felt
really nice. I looked down and had to admit, my legs looked great and so
did my ass. This was just too weird.

Next came a pair of heather gray shorts with pink edging. I held them up
and flushed anew. In an arc across the butt, in pink, were the words, "Gym
Property". I was trembling a bit as I pulled them on. Though whether from
nerves or something else I couldn't say. My cock was still hard
though. They fit snugly, if not tight. Next was the t-shirt. This was a
counterpoint to the shorts. The same jersey fabric, but in pink with gray
"Gym Property" lettering across the chest. This was also a little more snug
than I would have normally worn and a little short. I couldn't resist
looking at myself in the mirror. From the neck down, I could easily have
been a flat chested, slim girl. My cock throbbed again. I looked at the
clock and realized the day was slipping away and I needed to finish. After
the clothes, pulling on the pink fringed ankle socks and feminine styled
gym shoes hardly made me pause. I think I was slipping into a bit of a
daze, what with the
 unfamiliar feel of the clothing, my newly smooth body and the plug
shifting inside me with every move.

I grabbed my bag and headed for the car. At this time of day, no one should
really notice me. I locked the door, turned to make a run for the car, and
almost collided with the FedEx guy just coming up the stairs. My face went
beet red as I looked up into the face of a tall, stocky black man. He
looked a bit older than me,but obviously in good shape.

"Cartwright?" He asked in a neutral voice. "Mister . . . Cartwright?" He
continued, with extra emphasis on the title.

There was a long pause as I looked down for a second and stared at the pink
trimmed sneakers on my feet. I looked up again and opened my mouth to
speak. But I froze. His eyes slid up and down me, taking in my outfit,
eyebrow arched questioningly.

"Well?" He said a little more force in his tone.

I stammered a bit before finally putting some words together in some
semblance of a sentence. "I, uh . . . yes, I'm Mister Cartwright."

"I see." He said, locking eyes with me. He let the silence drag out as he
continued to stare, until my eyes dropped back to the ground in
embarrassment.  "I think I understand now." He said finally. "I have a
package for the lady of the house. I think YOU should sign for it." He held
out the pad. My hands were unsteady as I scribbled on the signature line. I
looked back up at him and he had a knowing smirk on his face. After another
few seconds, his eyebrow rose. "I think you should pick it up and put it
inside."

I was addled and my brain was not functioning well. I looked down at the
box for a moment, then squatted down to pick it up. As I started to stand,
I felt his hand on my head and looked up. His cock swayed, inches from my
face. I just stared, mouth hanging open in shock. I was mesmerized. It
wasn't stereotypically huge, but definitely bigger than mine. His other
hand gave it a few strokes and a clear pearl of pre-cum emerged. My mouth
was starting to water.

"Let me help you with that, maam" He said. His hips pushed forward and his
hand pulled me towards him.

There was no struggle. My eyes closed and I welcomed that ebony shaft into
my mouth. The stoop of the house was inset a bit, so I wasn't in direct
view from either side and the delivery man blocked those across the
street. But anyone really looking would figure it out. But I didn't really
care at the moment. He just held my head in his hands and pumped his cock
in and out of my mouth as I moaned softly. My hands were still holding the
box and I just let this strong, black man fuck my mouth.

"You're very good at this, Mrs. Cartwright." He murmured. "You must love
sucking your husband's cock. Or maybe you save your mouth for
strangers. Does he realize what a SLUT you are?" My heart jumped as he
punctuated the word 'slut'.  "Does your dear hubby know you'll suck any
cock you see?"

My mouth was full or I would have answered, "No, he doesn't know that I'm a
slut!" I was sucking and slurping on his cock eagerly now. All I could hear
was wet slurping sounds and his occasional comments and grunts.. Drool,
mixed with pre-cum, was smeared all around my mouth and dripping down my
chin. And it all just made me hotter. It was like a switch was flipped the
moment his cock slid into my mouth. What was happening to me?

His pace suddenly quickened and I knew he was close. "Good girl, good girl!
Suck it, suck it!" He was getting more and more lost in his impending
orgasm. "Yeah, bitch, take it all. Suck my big, black fuck stick! You
little cocksucker! You fucking, slut!"

Every word he said should have offended me. His hands on my head should
have bothered me. The way he used my mouth like a pussy should have made me
mad.  But all of it, just turned me on more.. Suddenly he slammed into me,
to the root, making me gag a little and tears to come to my eyes. Then I
felt the cum pulse deep inside me and down into my tummy.

"Take it! Take every fucking drop of my cum. Swallow it all, bitch!" He
grunted. "I'm gonna fill you till you pop!" He just kept it buried in my
and shuddering till I figured he was done. He pulled out, allowing me a
full breath. But he wasn't completely finished. It was still oozing cum and
he milked out the rest and smeared it across my face. As he stepped back
and looked around, he tucked himself back in. Then looked down at me and
chuckled.

"Damn, girl! You do suck a mean cock! You have a good day, maam." He
started down the steps. "My day has certainly taken a turn for the better."

I stood shakily to my feet, Then, couldn't help smiling, leaned down again
to pick up the package. I went back inside, put the box on the counter and
walked into the powder room and looked in the mirror.. Slut. That's the
only word for the image before me. The person in the mirror was a mess. Cum
smeared across my cheeks and upper lip. Lips that looked swollen and
pouty. And chin still dripping spit and cum. I looked at my watch and
realized I had to leave now if I was going to get there on time.

I splashed some water on my face and dried off. Then ran for the car. I
dropped in the seat and grunted as the plug shifted. I leaned forward and
started the car and as I did I felt my cock drool pre-cum into the thong. I
looked down and could clearly see the wet spot that had already
formed. This was going to be a long workout.


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