I was gunning for a partnership and met with strong competition. I worked long hours and kissed ass, knowing that making partner would double my already large salary and allow me to do all the things I'd always wanted to do. The partner I worked directly under, Larry, was forty-five years old and average looking, but he was the most influential of all the partners. He was tough to work for and very demanding, but the promise of a partnership turned me into a full-fledged brown-noser.
One afternoon I was leaving from work for a three-day business trip. Since I was returning on a Saturday, Larry told me that he'd be dropping a huge box of documents at my house for me to review when I returned from my trip. It was not exactly what I had in mind for the weekend, but of course I told him it was a good idea. Larry had been sending me on more and more trips, and working me harder than ever. I took this as a good sign, and hoped that the firm had me in mind for the next partner position.
I returned from the business trip a few hours earlier than expected, and noticed Larry's car in front of our house. I didn't know what to make of it. I have always been the suspicious type, but my wife was so prim and proper that I never suspected her of even thinking about being unfaithful to me. I quietly parked down the block and snuck up to my house. I almost had a heart attack when I looked in the window. There was my wife, nude except for a pair of black leather boots. She was bent over the arm of the couch, facedown. Larry was standing behind her with a drink in his hand.
His dick was shiny and limp. He apparently had just come and was telling Nora what to do to make him hard again. I moved closer so I could hear exactly what they were saying.
“Tired yet?” Nora asked. Larry responded by slapping her ass hard with his hand.
“I know what you want,” he said to her. Without a word she reached down and picked up bottle of body lotion. She bent over and squirted a glob of the white cream on her asshole. Larry grabbed her arms and stuck his dick—which was hard again and much bigger and fatter than mine—into her back door.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked.
“Fuck me,” Nora said. She had never spoken those words to me, and it was strangely exciting to hear her utter them to another man.
“Where do you want to get fucked, bitch?” Larry asked.
“Put it in my ass,” Nora said unenthusiastically.
“Beg for it or you won't get so much as an inch of dick,” he commanded.
Nora, obviously into Larry's little power trip, said, “Larry, please fuck my ass with your big dick. I want your come to make my asshole nice and squishy.”
Larry held Nora by the waist and began to cram his dick into her rump. Once it was all the way in, he released her hands and told her to spread her ass-cheeks with her fingers. He grabbed her long hair with both his hands and pulled it hard as he vigorously fucked her butt. “Now, make yourself come like a slut,” he commanded. She began to finger herself feverishly. With her free hand she brought a tit to her mouth and sucked the hard nipple. I had never seen her do either of these things before, and was completely mesmerized. “Come!” Larry urged brutally, slapping Nora's butt-cheeks while he continued to ream her bunghole.
“Yes, I'm coming!” Nora announced, her finger moving a mile a minute on her sensitive clit.
Larry gave her ass a few more hard spanks and then stiffened. “Feel it, baby,” he growled. “Feel my come pump into your ass!”
I waited for Larry to clean up and leave before I went inside. My wife was in bed, and needless to say, surprised to see me. She said she was going to take a shower and seemed very nervous. I immediately told her what I'd seen, and she broke down crying and explained what had happened. Apparently, Larry had come over to drop off the documents, just as he'd said he would. But when he got there, he told her that she'd have to be his sex slave for the night or else I wouldn't get my partnership. She said she was devastated by this news, because I had assured her that the partnership was mine. In desperation, she agreed to Larry's terms.
To be honest, I wasn't sure whether to believe her. I suspected that Larry came on so strong to my conservative wife, plying her with flattery and his bold approach, that she was easily seduced into doing what he asked. But I couldn't hold it against her. The fact is, it was incredibly exciting to see my wife with another man, to see her so overpowered that she was begging him to fuck her asshole. But I didn't tell her this. Instead, I told her that if she wanted to get it off her chest, I'd be happy to let her tell me all about what had happened before I got there.
The way she told it, Larry had been adamant about making her his sex slave. She'd tried to refuse, but he kept telling her that there were other men who also deserved the partnership. “And I've already fucked their wives,” he said.
“No one will ever have to know,” Larry had told her.
“No one?” she'd asked.
“Not a soul,” he'd answered, peeling off her clothes.
What followed was a string of commands from Larry to my submissive wife: “Take off your clothes. Crawl over to me. Suck my cock. Deep-throat it. Turn around. Get on your knees. Put your face to the floor and spread your ass-cheeks for me. Tell me how much you love a hard cock.” She admitted that after a while, Larry's dominance over her became a turn-on.
“By the time you saw us,” she said, “I was begging for him to fuck my ass, but only because I really wanted his cock up there.”
Well, I'd never been so turned on in my life. I had an erection that could've sliced through granite. I took Nora in my arms and carried her to our bed. We fucked tirelessly all night long. Nora's pussy was so wet and gooey from the time she'd spent with Larry that she was able to take the most ferocious strokes I could muster up.
About a week later my suspicions about her being a more-than-willing partner for Larry were confirmed. Nora confessed that while I was away at work, Larry had come over with a friend of his. They both had their way with her, and videotaped the entire episode. Nora, who was rapidly beginning to enjoy her role as Larry's sex toy, urged me to watch the tape. What I saw literally made me come in my pants.
When the tape came on, Nora was already naked, as were Larry and his friend Frank. “What do you want to do first to our little whore?” Larry asked Frank.
“I want to fuck those big tits,” he said.
“Have you ever tit-fucked a man?” Larry asked my wife. She confessed that she had not, so Larry showed her the way. He leaned beside her, took her hands in his and used them to press her fleshy breasts around Frank's cock. Frank, who had one of those incredibly long cocks that are ideal for a good tit-fuck, pumped the tight gap while Larry casually fingered her asshole.
“Tell him how much you like it,” Larry said to her.
“Oh, yeah, Frank. Do my tits,” she groaned. “I love the way your cock feels against my skin.”
“You're going to make me come soon, you hot bitch,” Frank blurted.
“Come on my face,” Nora said with a wicked smile. “Give me a sperm bath.”
Frank blew a load onto her face that was so thick it dripped down like paint.
“I told you,” Larry said to his friend. “See what a slut she is? Just watch how much she loves having a big cock in her asshole.
“Yes, do it,” Nora urged, squeezing some body lotion on her anus to keep it moist.
I was shocked, to say the least, by what I was seeing on the tape, but there was no denying that I had the hardest erection of my life. I watched, open-mouthed, as Nora fucked Larry and Frank in every way imaginable. What an incredible conversion! Just a few short weeks earlier she seemed bored by the whole notion of sex. Now she was fucking like a thousand-dollar-a-night whore, taking on two hard cocks and luxuriating in the sweat and semen that, by the end of the videotape, coated her from head to toe.
Things have been good for Nora and me since then. I got my promotion, and Larry treats me very nicely at the office—which is something few of his other coworkers can say. He's been treating Nora nicely as well, fucking he
r whenever he—or for that matter, she—gets the urge. Sharing my wife with a guy like Larry has taken some getting used to, but as long as she's happy, so am I.—H.R., Rochester, New York
WORDS OF LOVE: “KEEP YOUR EYES TO YOURSELF OR YOUR ASS IS MINE!”
I have always been interested in women who can take control and provide the proper discipline I need. I have not been able to establish a permanent relationship with such a woman, but from time to time I get the kind of treatment I crave. This letter is about one of my most enjoyable experiences.
I was out with my girlfriend of the time, Marlene, but I couldn't keep my eyes to myself. I made the mistake of commenting on how good a woman sitting near us looked in her miniskirt. My girlfriend stated that only a slut would wear a skirt that short. Seeing that she was in one of her moods, I dropped the subject.
But when we got back to my house that evening, Marlene told me she was going to teach me a lesson for having a roving eye. She led me to the dining room and told me to lean across the table. She then got two short ropes and tied each of my wrists to a table leg. I was bent over the table with my feet just touching the floor. My ass was in a very vulnerable position. She then produced a neckerchief and rolled it into a blindfold for me to wear.
So there I was, bound and blindfolded, with no hope of escape. The next thing I knew, she was undoing my belt, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. She pulled them, along with my underwear, down to my ankles. Then she told me she was going to get some “toys.” My bottom was starting to get goose bumps. I was already very excited, and had a full hard-on before she even returned.
When she came back into the room a few minutes later, she said, “You were very bad in that restaurant tonight, looking at that slutty woman. You're really going to get it tonight.” With that, she started spanking me with a wooden paddle about a foot long. I'd designed the paddle myself. It has holes drilled in it so that it can move swiftly through the air without any resistance.
Marlene really let me have it. Starting at the top of my right butt-cheek, she reddened my entire ass. Not one to overlook any opportunity to give me pain, she made sure to give equally harsh treatment to both sides of my tortured ass. The stinging of the paddle on my bare flesh was glorious, but I was able to keep quiet until she landed a particularly sharp blow on the inside of my right thigh. I let out a loud yelp to let her know she'd hit one of my favorite tender spots.
“That hurts, doesn't it?” Marlene asked. She must've been in a real devilish mood because, when I said it did, she gave me another twenty whacks in the same area. By that time I was moaning and groaning from the blows of the hard wooden paddle.
Although I was blindfolded and couldn't see anything, I was sure that my poor bottom looked like a brand-new apple, all shiny and red. She stopped long enough to caress my bottom and judge how hot it was, then teased me by running a finger up and down the crack of my ass. Once or twice she encircled my anus with her finger, but that too was just a tease. There was no way she would indulge me with that kind of pleasure. “Your behind isn't even that hot yet,” she announced. “I think you need a little more spanking, don't you?” Just hearing those words gave me a rush.
I heard Marlene put down the first paddle and pick up another. When the first of many swats landed dead-center on my ass, I knew which paddle she was now using. It was an eighteen-incher I'd fashioned out of an old bookshelf. Marlene was able to smash this paddle against my skin with much more force than the foot-long one, and that's just what she did. She made sure that every inch of my poor ass was treated to dozens of hard whacks. Some of the best licks she delivered were on the top of each thigh. My favorites were the ones that managed to land on both ass-cheeks at once, causing extreme, irresistible pain.
She alternated from one cheek to the other, occasionally pausing to ask me about the woman I'd been looking at earlier in the evening.
“Did you think she was pretty?” Marlene would ask.
“No,” I said contritely, my answer rewarded with a savage blow of the paddle and another question.
“Then why were you looking at her? You did think she was pretty, didn't you?”
“Yes,” I confessed, to the sting of another swat.
“And did you think that little slut was sexy? Did you want to fuck her greasy pussy?”
“Yes, I wanted to fuck her.”
It was just the answer she was waiting for. She paddled me severely until it seemed the skin of my ass had been stripped away and all that was left was bare muscle. My cock was hard from the beating and on the verge of orgasm. A couple of strokes would've been all that was necessary to make me come. But Marlene wouldn't let me come; no matter how much I begged. She made me pull up my pants and drive her home.
Sitting in the car was as painful as getting whacked. The burning in my buns, in fact, did not subside for several days. Each time I sat in a chair, or lay on my back, I was reminded of the glorious beating I'd received at the hands of my domineering girlfriend.
Marlene and I are no longer together, although I think of her often. I am still looking for my perfect mate, a woman who knows how to dish out punishment in a most sensuous manner, and is willing to do it as often as I like. She would have to be the kind of woman who can reduce me to a crying, sobbing, kicking, spoiled brat who is happy to receive the long-overdue punishment for his actions. I hope to find her while I still have some mischief left in me.—S.G., Atlanta, Georgia
DESPERATE MAN DISCOVERS HIS SECRET SIDE WHEN HIS EX TAKES CHARGE
When my girlfriend Delia told me she was leaving me, I thought I wouldn't be able to live without her. I knew that I had to get her back to survive. I decided that I would do anything—even beg if necessary!
I met her for coffee one Friday morning and explained that I had to have her back. I said that if only we could reconcile, she could call all the shots. She said she would call me at my office by three o'clock and let me know what her decision was.
I waited on pins and needles all afternoon. A minute before three, the phone rang. Delia told me that if I was sincere and truly wanted a second chance, I had to follow her every instruction to a tee. As I had stated that she could call all the shots, I was to go to her apartment and follow the instructions I would find under the doormat.
I immediately left for her apartment. I found the instructions where she said they'd be. I let myself into the apartment before reading them. The first line read, “Shave off all hair!” I thought, Hell, no! But as I read on, I saw that she had stipulated that I only had to shave below my sideburns, and I breathed a small sigh of relief.
My next thought was that there was no way that I would let her do me this way. Then, suddenly, I realized that maybe I did have a chance to win her back. I figured that no one but us would ever know and that it might even be fun to win her back this way.
On the kitchen table I found a pair of scissors, a can of shaving cream, a razor and a bottle of Neet. There was also an envelope with my name on it. Of course, more instructions were inside. I was told to go to the bathroom and “comply fully” with the additional instructions I would find.
In the bathroom I found another envelope with the message “Open only after the first step is completed!” on the front of it. I really didn't want to go through with this dumb request, but I knew that I'd never win her back if I didn't. Slowly and very, very, carefully, I shaved off all my body hair. I felt really naked as I stepped out of the shower, my task finally completed. I felt like a guy who had forgotten to zip his fly and didn't have any underwear on.
I read the next set of instructions, which informed me I was to go into her bedroom and jack off into a washcloth she'd left on the bed. The note stated that she didn't want to see me with a hard-on, so she expected that I would take care of that now, before she came home. She added that if I wanted to back out of the deal, I should leave now. I decided to go ahead with her little game.
Just after I had finished my second task, she walked through the bedroom door. Fir
st she laughed and said I looked like the little wimp I really was. Then, with a smirk, she explained that she had video monitors in every room in the apartment and now had a cute flick that she was sure I wouldn't want the guys at work to see. At this point my dick, which had already shrunk down to the size of a pencil, suddenly shriveled down to the size of a tadpole. I knew I was in trouble then!
By now it was six in the evening, and of course she had more instructions. I was told to get my little slave prick into the guest bedroom and stay awake for six hours, jacking off each hour on the hour. She promised to join me at midnight. I followed these instructions only to wake up alone the next morning with a sore prick. She appeared shortly after dawn and told me it was time for another jack-off session. With a big grin on her face, she watched as I brought myself off yet again.
When I was through, she said we were going for a ride to the beach. I couldn't believe my ears. I had shaved off all the hair on my body below the shoulders and this was my reward?!
We drove to the beach and she pulled into the parking lot adjacent to the nude beach, which was a three-mile strip of sand just south of us. She parked and got out for a moment, saying she had a surprise for me. Two minutes later she returned, and we drove south.
Now I sensed that I was in trouble. She drove to the opposite end of the beach and told me to follow her down to the water. She handed me the tote bag and started walking off. I felt I had gone too far to turn back, so I followed her.
About fifteen feet from the edge of the water, she laid out a beach towel. Then she removed her cover-up, revealing that she was wearing only the thong bottom of a skimpy bikini. I handed her the tote bag, and she retrieved a pair of sunglasses and lay down.
She looked up at me and told me that this was a nude beach, so I wouldn't need my trunks anymore. When I protested, she reminded me of the video she had made and the fact that a lot of people I knew would probably love to see it. I grudgingly removed the trunks as she watched, and then she tucked them into the tote bag.
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