As far fetched and unbelievable as ‘Christy-owned’ is, its a true story about a lady from Seattle. It took me over a year of exchanging e-mails for me two write her story. If you’re not a true ‘Erotica’ lover, I don’t recommend reading it. If you are a lover of ‘Erotica’ there is something for everyone: incest, submission, exhibitionism, S&M/Bondage, golden showers to name a few. If you read this story, I hope that you don’t hesitate to post comments….C-S
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Christie-owned
Part-1-of-14
The Beginning
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**Here is a brief definition of a submissive. I think that as you read this story, you’ll find that the definition easily fits our heroine, Christie: A submissive is a passive person that wants/ needs to be owned (dominated) by someone of the opposite sex. Submissive are almost always bi-sexual and are generally subjected to B & D (bondage and discipline) in the form of chains, ropes, handcuffs, and etc. and S & M (sadism and masochism) in the form of pain and humiliation by their masters. The pain directed towards a female submissive frequently takes the form of spanks and alligator clamps (tit torture) on her nipples.
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My name is Christie, and I’m a 45 year-old, redheaded divorcee of Swedish descent. I’m 5-foot 7 inches tall, and weigh 155 pounds with very smooth, milky white skin and medium size breasts with nice sensitive nipples. I have a good job at a major manufacturing plant; a teenage son named Mike, in college, and an ex-husband. I got a divorce because my marriage just wasn't to be. For one thing, my ex had a very small, thin cock with a wart on the side. It was maybe 4-inches on a good day, and that just didn't do it for me. I tried but just couldn't make it work. He's been married 3 more times since we split, and even though we share a son, I only see him about once a year.
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So here it is, 10-years later, and I'm being ‘whored out’ by a 21 year-old friend of my son's. Some change? In case you’re wondering, that’s what my story is about, the path that took me from respectable mother to whore. After thinking about my situation I’ve come to realize that I was born to be a slut, and being a whore just happened to be the path that fate used to get me there. When it comes to sex, my family has always been “out of step” with the rest of society. Take my mother, for instance; it was probably from her that I inherited my sexual appetite. For as far back as I can remember, she slept around on my dad a lot, and what’s more is I think he always knew. Then there is my gay brother who lives in New York. Even my son, as his part in this drama indicates, is also out of step with society.
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My story revolves mainly around two people: Carl, a childhood friend of Mike’s that when he was 17 moved in with us for a few months because he didn't get along with his mother's live in boyfriend, and his older brother, Don. Because Don was in the army, I didn’t spend, as much time with him as I did with Carl, but the time spent with him was critical to my development.
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I’ve come to realize that my story actually started several years ago, but for now, I’ll start with an evening when I went out with some friends from work and had a few drinks. It was a normal evening; I danced with some guys, got felt up a little on the dance floor, was hit on several times by the usual horny guys, and wound up drinking too much and getting quite drunk.
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When I got home I went straight to my room, undressed, and went to sleep on top of the covers. I was so drunk that as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out like a light. Sometime during the night I felt someone touching and playing with my pussy. I thought it was a pleasant dream until whoever it was pushed in between my legs and forced my thighs apart. When I came fully awake, Carl was already mounted on top of me. I tried to throw him off but he was so big and strong that he easily pinned me down, forced himself into me, and started to rape me. Since he forced himself inside me when I was sleeping, I don't know what else to call it, but rape.
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As he continued to hold me down and pump furiously in and out of me, he leaned over and sucked on one of my sensitive nipples. After a little more pumping and nipple sucking, I couldn't hold back. I really got into the spirit of things and even though I was being raped, I wanted his hard cock in my pussy. Once I stopped fighting, he continued to knead and caress my breasts. He fucked me for a good 30 minutes or so, until he finally cummed inside me. By that time I must have cummed 5 times or more, myself.
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When he finished, Carl just got up and arrogantly strolled back downstairs to his room. When I think about it, I don’t think this had been a pre-planned thing. The master bedroom and shower take up the entire third floor. Because the bathroom has a huge tub and shower, the boys always came upstairs to shower. The bathroom could be entered from the hallway or from my bedroom. When he came upstairs to shower, Carl must have seen me lying naked and helpless in my bed and his emotions (or hormones!) just got the better of him. I suppose I wasn’t as upset as I should have been was because deep down I liked it. I have since been raped several times by a couple of Carl’s friends and depraved as it makes me sound, I really get off big time on it. When I’m getting raped I can’t stop cumming.
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The next morning when we were alone, I told Carl that I wasn’t mad at him about what happened, but that what we did wasn't right, and could never happen again. For an answer he just gave me a mischievous little grin. When we finished our conversation, I headed back upstairs to take a shower. When I came back down, Carl was sitting in the kitchen with his cock in his hand. I could tell by the way that he held it that he was not only proud of it, but loved it as well. Even though he’d raped me last night, I hadn’t got a good look at it so I was surprised at how big it was. Even flaccid it was about 8-inches long, uncircumcised, and looked about as big around as one of those tall cans of Coors. Of course, it had to be thick to support its big plum shaped Ping-Pong ball sized head, and the pair of golf ball sized nuts dangling below it.
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“I’m glad you’re back,” Carl said, “Because I need a blowjob.”
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I tried to say, “No, Carl, I told you we’d forget that last night ever happened but that we aren’t going to do anything else.” But even as my mouth was refusing, a part of me wanted to be down on my knees sucking that fantastic looking cock. Eventually despite my protests, I found myself down on my knees licking and caressing his cock before I put it in my mouth and started sucking it. It wasn’t long until Carl’s hands were gripping my hair and shoving me so far down his shaft that I almost choked.
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As I swallowed his cum, Carl leaned over and growled in my ear, “I want to fuck you.”
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By this time I was all for it, so we headed up stairs to my bedroom. As soon as we got through the door he was all over me. I was helpless as he literally tore off my blouse and began to kiss my breasts and bite my nipples. As much as it hurt, I couldn’t believe how good it felt. As he stripped off my skirt, he pushed me roughly onto the bed. All I had left on were my maroon lace panties. Instead of pulling them off, he pushed them to the side, and slid his hard cock into my wet pussy. Oh god, his cock felt so fucking good that before he finished, he made me cum at least 4-times.
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When we were done I told him, “I hope you enjoyed that, because that’s the last time I’m going to let you fuck me.”
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With a sneer, he replied, “You don’t think this is the end of this don’t you? If you even think about trying to stop, I’ll go straight to Mike and tell him everything.” Then he again confidently strolled out like nothing had happened.
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The next day, as soon as Mike left for work, Carl had me back in my bedroom so fast that I was in a daze. Before I knew it, he was pulling my panties off, and thrusting his cock in my juicy pussy. God, could he fuck! He pounded me so hard I thought the bed was going to collapse. I just couldn’t take it anymore; Carl’s throbbing cock was so good that I had to stop and give him a blowjob. His cock just tasted so fucking good that for the life of me, I couldn’t seem to keep it out of my mouth. After he cummed in my mouth and I’d swallowed every drop, he got behind me and started to fuck me dog-style. He was going in so deep that his huge balls were swinging between my outstretched legs and slapping against my pussy with every thrust. He fucked me like that until we both cummed then collapsed from exhaustion.
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After he fucked me a few times, Carl told me that, “Your pussy is too hairy” and that he wanted me to “shave that shit off.” The next time I showered, I did as I was told, and have kept it shaved ever since.
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We’d been fucking for about two weeks when Carl and Mike started college. Carl went to a local college, but thanks to his good grades, Mike got a scholarship at University of Southern California in LA. With Mike gone it made life much simpler. Carl and I didn’t have to confine our sex to the daytime business hours. As long as we kept it in the house, we could fuck as much as we wanted to now, even sleep together when we felt like it.
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To celebrate our newfound freedom Carl decided that he wanted to try anal. When he told me that he was going to fuck my ass, I was both frightened and excited at the same time. He had such a fat cock that I just knew that it would hurt like hell.
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After some very passionate foreplay, Carl entered my dripping pussy and really began fucking me deep. He looked me straight in the eye and said, "Your holes belong to me, all three of them." Then without any other warning, he flipped me over and began massaging my butt cheeks. Grabbing some lube and began fingering my tight hole, telling me how good it would feel to have his cock deep inside of me. He propped me up into doggy style, and as much as I protested at first, deep down I was a very nasty, dirty slut and wanted his cock in my tight ass. I have to admit that my legs were shaking from nervousness. For one thing, I was afraid it would hurt too much, but I was also worried that I wouldn't be able to take it at all. When I felt him grip his hand on my hips, I took a deep breath and braced myself for what I knew was coming next.
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When I chickened out I turned around and gave him ‘head’ to buy myself some more time. After a few minutes, he flipped me back over again and told me it was time.
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Carl wanted me to know that he was in control, and to remind me that my holes did belonged to him, so he grabbed my hair and pulled it so hard that I almost screamed. Then he made me beg for it. By the time he was through with me, I was begging him to put his cock up my ass. I couldn't believe that I was even saying it, much less that I really wanted it.
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He didn’t hesitate for a moment. After coating his mushroom head with lube, he used one hand to spread my ass cheeks and one hand to guide his cock into my ass. The first motion that put the tip of the head in, it hurt so badly that I was gritting my teeth and had my fists clench in the sheets in pain. Carl was experienced at this and knew just what to say to put me at ease. "That's it, you are so hot, and I want your ass so badly." Once he eased the head past my sphincter, he gave a hard push and drove it in all the way to his balls. It hurt so badly that I thought he was going to split me in half.
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He moved very gently at first but then I began to get really fired up. Before I knew it, I was yelling, "Harder! Fuck me harder! Fuck my ass!"
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He was shouting in return, calling me his slut, his whore, his “cock-loving, take-it-up-your-ass bitch.”
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After about ten minutes, he was really fucking me hard. I mean, seriously pounding my ass. Finally, I put my face in the pillow and put both of my hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them apart. Carl was big, and I wanted to open myself up as much as possible to him. I wanted him to own my ass. I begged him to cum deep inside of me. He tortured me for a while by making me beg again and again for it. Finally, I got what I really needed. His balls exploded and he came/cummed deep inside of my ass. I loved it. I truly loved every bit of it.
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I definitely woke up sore the next morning, but it was worth it, and anal became part of our sexual ritual. Now, Carl likes to screw my ass, then pull out and finish in my mouth. When he calls and tells me he's coming over, I always take an enema so I'm clean.
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We continued on like this for the next couple of months. Every time Mike left the house I was either down on my knees sucking Carl’s cock or we were in my bed fucking our brains out. One day, right after a great session of sex, Carl told me that his brother Don was coming home on leave from the Army. He said that when Don got home, he wanted to bring him over and share me with him.
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“No,” I told him. “I’d rather you didn’t bring him. I’m not a slut, so I’m not really interested in getting passed around.” But Carl wouldn’t take no for an answer, so after several weeks of hounding I finally gave in and told him it was all right if Don joined us for one evening.
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As soon as his brother Don got home on leave, Carl brought him over to…
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To be continued…
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Christie-owned
Part-2-of-14
Brothers Share
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As soon as his brother, Don got home on leave, Carl brought him over to meet me. At first we sat around and talked while the guy's drank a few beers. I’d never took part in group sex before, so I got a little embarrassed when Carl started rubbing my thigh and running his hand under my skirt with his brother Don sitting there watching us. But despite the audience, when Carl’s hand slide under my skirt and started caressing its way up my creamy thigh and started rubbing my crotch, it started making me horny.
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That was when Carl told Don, “Don’t be such a ‘party-pooper’. Come on over and join us on the couch. “
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Don wasn’t the least bit shy; he immediately hopped up and joined us. If I thought that I was embarrassed before, it was nothing compared to when Don sat down beside me. As soon as he was seated, his hand joined Carl’s under my skirt, stroking my pussy.
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When Don started stroking my pussy, Carl stopped and took out his cock. It was so huge and hard that as embarrassed as I was, I still had to reach over and stroke it. As I was stroking Carl’s cock, not to be left out, Don followed suit and took his cock out, too. You could tell that they were brothers, because their cocks looked like twins. Don’s cock was just as big and just as hard as Carl's cock was. I couldn’t help myself; I started stroking it too. I was ecstatic, for a couple of minutes as I sat there with two fantastic cocks, one in each hand.
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Then Don stood up and started undressing.
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Don’s big thick cock looked so much like Carl’s that when he placed its head against my lips it was only naturally that I kiss it before I took it into my willing mouth and started sucking it. Carl just sat there with a big grin on his face and watched as Don fuck my face until he finally cummed in my mouth.
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Then they took me up stairs to my bedroom, where without realize I became their sex slave. Their bodies, so much alike because they were brothers, pressing against mine robbed me of all coherent thought. My head swirled and I couldn’t stop thinking about how completely fucking hot they were. On first contact I loved running my fingers through the dark, wiry chest hair that they both possessed. My knees got weak from the feel of their strong hands moving over my body like they owned it. I could hear them breathing harder and harder as they bent my body to their will.
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They were different from anyone else that I’d ever been with. The others were pale, bland, either tasteless or sour. They were soft and gentle, hesitant, timid, or even worse, scared. These two brothers were none of these things. They were so strong that I ached to meet their demands, to wear proudly the bruises of their brutality. A kiss from either of them left a spice on my tongue. Their mere smell was an aphrodisiac. I’m scared but I welcomed their dominance. Maybe it’s animal instinct that drew me to them, a manifestation of my conflicting urges to serve. Whatever it was, I was obsessed and crave to serve them. When they look at me with their regal eyes, I would do anything that they ask. I beg them to rub their golden skin against me, to let me lick and suck the fluid from their bodies, to savor its taste on my tongue.
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To them I existed solely for their sexual pleasure. They degraded, humiliated, and fucked me all night. Sometimes they watched one another as they used my pussy, my ass, and my mouth. Sometimes they would double penetrate me, one cock in my pussy and one in my ass. I couldn’t believe how many times they cummed in me and on me.
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I suppose that you could say that my lessons as a submissive started during this session. The verbal humiliation started with them referring to me as a whore, a bitch, a slut, a cunt, and Don’s favorite, a cocksucker. The physical humiliation started when they made me get down on my hands and knees crawl across the floor to them and beg for permission to suck their cocks and it continued with them repeatedly cumming on my face and in my hair. All during the action they took a lot of pictures of one another using me, especially pictures of me with sperm spattered in my hair or dripping off my face. I found out later that they were for Don to take back to the base.
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While Don was home on leave, he came over everyday and fucked and degraded me. He even spent several nights with me. While he was there I was more than just his sex slave, I fixed him dinner, and washed his clothes. I even sucked his cock while he watched TV. Then we’d go to bed and he’d fuck all night long.
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Don thought my ass was too tight so he made me start wearing a butt plug for several hours a day. At first it was extremely painful, especially the initial insertion, but as I learned to relax my sphincter muscles it got easier.
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I’m a little afraid of Don. If I belonged to him instead of Carl, I think Don would hurt me. He was much more dominating and a lot rougher than Carl. He had absolutely no regard for my feelings at all. Anytime Don was in my house he expected me to be naked, even when I answered the door. I was required to unquestionably obey his every order or face the consequences.
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When Don was here by himself, he thought nothing of slapping my face to enforce his dominance. He was also more into bondage and pain infliction than Carl. He eagerly used his belt on my naked butt several different times.
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Don had only been there for an hour before I displeased him, and without warming his hand lashed out, and struck me on the cheek. I couldn’t believe it; he’d struck me hard enough to leave red fingerprints for over an hour. As his palm connected with my cheek, Don hissed, “You stupid fucking cunt, when I say jump you say how high!” I don’t remember what he’d told me to do but whatever it was I promptly complied. I think he found reason to slap me 2 maybe 3-more times before he went back to the army.
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One night he wrapped a rope around my breasts so tight that they stuck out straight and turned very red. It wasn’t long until they started hurting and I was moaning from the pain.
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I think Don got off on other peoples pain, because when he saw that I was hurting, he made me get down on my hands and knees and viciously lashed my naked butt with his belt until it was covered with red welts and tears were running down my cheeks. Whipping me got him so excited that he brutally rammed his cock into me and roughly pounded my ass until he was ready to cum. Then he pulled out; he spewed cum all over my back and in my hair. I don’t know why but all the guys like to cum in my hair. I guess that’s because my red hair and my breasts are still so nice and perky.
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He also got off on choking me with his hands while fucking me. While he was fucking me, he would wrap his hands around my neck and choke me until I’d almost pass out. Being choked was a little scary but on some level an exciting too.
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Don was also into piss play. When he found out that I’d never been peed on, he had me kneel in the bathtub while he peed on my head. At first he directed his hot stream into my hair. Then he worked it down my face to my breasts. You have no idea how humiliation it was to feel his warm pee splashing in my hair and running down my face. By the time he finished peeing on me my hair was soaked and pee was running in rivulet down my face on to my chest and down my stomach.
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The next time was even more degrading. He had me kneel over the toilet with my face down in it, while he peed all over my hair. Once my hair was drenched in his pee, he turned me around and fucked my mouth. Instead of cumming in my mouth, he pulled out and cummed all over my face.
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Then he took pictures of my pee-drenched hair and my jizz covered face. He even took one with his cock in my hand as I held it up to my mouth like I was going to suck it.
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The third time was one evening right after I’d just sucked him off. After I’d finished swallowing his load, he made me stay on my knees with his cock in my mouth until it went soft. Then he held my head and slowly started peeing in my mouth. When the warm bitter flow hit my tongue I tried to pull away. But he held me tight and told, “Swallow it, slut.” Once I resigned myself to my fate, it was a little bitter but didn’t really taste that bad.
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When Don gave me golden showers and peed in my mouth, I couldn’t believe the awesome sexual feelings that swept over my body and mind. I felt like I existed for the sole purpose of bringing this man whatever sexual pleasure he wanted. I felt like I belonged to him, for his use.
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The day that Don left for the base, he and Carl stopped by on the way to the airport so I sucked them both off. Then they made me posed for more pictures of me with their cocks in my mouth, some with their cocks lying against my face, and some of me holding their cocks in my hands like I was ready to suck them. The last picture they took was of me covered in cum while Don's cock blasting even more cum all over me. I’m sure a lot of soldiers are jacking off to them somewhere.
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To be continued...
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Christie-owned
Part-3-of-14
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No one had ever dominated me the way Don did, but it wasn’t the first time that I’d been spanked. Years before, right after I’d gotten my divorce I was dating this big bastard, 6’6’, 220 pound ex college football player. I was newly divorced and tended to talk tough and act real aggressive. I don’t remember what it was about, but we had some kind of argument. What ever it was about, he made me so angry that I punched him.
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He was furious, but wasn’t the kind of guy to hit a woman, so instead, he turned me over his knee. He was so strong that I was like a child thrashing about as he casually held me in place with one hand and pulled down my panties with the other. Then he proceeded to apply the palm of his hand to my naked butt until it was cherry red. The heat from his palm smacking against my bare flesh sent vibrations straight to my pussy. By the fourth stroke I was cumming, and I cummed 3-more times while he was spanking me.
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When the spanking was over, I so turned on that I literally ripped his cloths off and fuck his brains out.
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After it was all over we were both so frightened by implications of what happened that we never saw each other again. For my part, I was young and not yet comfortable with my sexuality so the sudden release of such unbridled passions frightened me. Emotionally I wasn’t able to handle that much raw passion.
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The guy had been raised to believe that womanhood was to be protected and cherished. When he discovered that not only was he capable of exhibiting that kind of controlled violence towards a woman and not only that, but he liked it, it shamed him so much that he could never face me again.
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Neither Carl nor Don weren’t hampered by a guilty conscious so they both eagerly continued seeing and using me.
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Carl didn’t start sharing me with his buddies until after Don’s leave was over and he returned to the Army. Don was older, more experienced and more aggressive, so I’ve always suspected that he was the one that put Carl up to sharing me with his buddies. After Don was gone, Carl lived with me for another 3-months until he found a steady girlfriend then moved back into his mother’s house in Bellevue. However, neither having a regular girlfriend nor living with his mother stops him from coming by from time to time when he was horny. When he does come by he’s usually got a buddy or two with him.
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Now that my son Mike away at college, Carl is freer to stop by more often. He say's his girlfriend knows all about us and wants to watch and take pictures while I suck him off. I made the mistake of letting him and Don take all those explicit pictures while Don was here, as if I could have stopped them, so I guess there's no stopping it now.
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Carl likes to call me at work and talk dirty over the phone. He tells me what he's going to do to me that evening, or sometimes he tells me to think about his cock and finger myself at my desk, and other times he asks me if I can still taste his cum in my lips.
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The first time one of Carl’s friends joined us for a threesome, it started out innocently enough. One night I was giving Carl a blowjob, when the doorbell rang. It was one of Carl’s buddies stopping by to drop off some beer that Carl had asked him for.
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When Carl invited his friend in, they found me still naked and down on my knees by the couch, waiting to finish Carl’s blowjob. It’s very embarrassing meeting a friend of your boyfriend for the first time when you’re naked. After a few beers and a little smoke things loosened up enough that before I knew it, I was on my knees between them sucking both their cocks and getting doubled screwed the rest of the night.
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Since that evening Carl rarely comes alone, he almost always has 2 or 3-of his college buddies with him. The guys are always real excited and anxious to blow off a little steam. Following Carl’s lead they are selfish and so demanding that I’m expected to do anything sexual that they want me to do. Even though Carl’s friends have varied sexual preferences, one thing that they all have in common is that they all like to have their cocks’ suck, so I give a lot of blowjobs. After I suck their cock, then they always feel free to indulge their sexual passion by taking or doing whatever they want from me, be it my pussy, my ass, or my mouth. Sometimes they take me one at a time and sometimes all together.
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After that first time, Carl started bringing his buddies by two or three evenings a week. Whatever his buddies’ passions, things usually start out with me down on my knees with a mouth full of cock. Carl seemed to get a kick out of watching me servicing his buddies. When I’m sucking off one of his buddies Carl likes to tell me to. “Suck that cock, bitch! Take it all the way to his balls,“ and stuff like that. He gets real excited when his buddies cum all over me or if when they cum in my mouth I choke and cum spurts out of my mouth. While he’s watching me sucking cocks he’s always telling me how good I look full of cock. How much better I look with a big cock in my mouth, my pussy, and my ass. He calls me his little sperm bucket.
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Carl routinely makes me kneel in the middle of the room while he and of his buddies jacked off and cummed all over my face, in my hair and on my breasts. They love taking pictures of cum dripping off my face and breasts.
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Carl has some real odd preferences, for instance he likes me to suck his balls while he jacks off, so he can cum all over my face and in my hair. He has very large golf ball sized balls and cums in buckets (or so it seems) and can cum several times in an evening. When Carl and his friends leave I’m always a mess with cum all over my face, my breasts, and in my hair.
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A couple of Carl’s friends are either gay or at the very least BI-sexual. When they’re here, they like to suck each other’s cocks while they’re watching everyone else in action with me. They never touched me or let me give them blowjobs or anything. All they ever do to me is call me a fucking cunt, whore, and Bitch as they jack off on my face.
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Carl has what he calls ‘man-balls’. ‘Man-balls are always in a huge low-hanging sack. Tight balls that are close to the body all the time becomes overheated and that kills the sperm. “Man-balls’ are away from the body producing sperm, which is what balls are for. Anyway, one day I was sucking on Carl’s balls, while he was jacking off. Instead of cumming on my face, he stood up and cummed on the dinning room table. Then, as he told me that, “Cum isn’t to be wasted,” he grabbed me by the hair and made me lick it up. He really gets off on degrading me in front of his friends. As I licked it up I could hear them laughing. Sometimes he’ll jacks off in a little glass while he’s watching me sucking off other guy’s cock. Than he’ll either make me drink it, or else he’ll pour it on the floor. When he pours it on the floor, I’m such a slut and I love the taste of cum so much that I eagerly crawl across the floor to lick it up. While I’m doing it Carl laughingly calls me his cum-bucket to degrade me.
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Sometimes Carl has me use my vibrator while he stands over me taking videos and jacking off all over me. As he continues to film, I have to scrape the cum off my face and body with my fingers and put it in my mouth. he seem to love showing off for his buddies, by making me crawl over and suck his toes and kiss his feet. The guys get so excited at seeing me humiliated that want to jack off on my face.
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I don’t mind telling you that being a slut and having sex with a lot of young guys is great; I just love all the sex. I quiver with pleasure when their sperm splashes all over me. I enjoy kneeling and removing a man’s cock from his pants and watching it get hard in my hand before I put it in my mouth. I enjoy the firm controlling feel of a man's hands on my head or twisted in my hair as he forcibly takes my mouth. I love the first intrusion of a big thick cock piercing my sphincter as it enters my ass and love putting condoms on their hard cocks. I love getting fuck doggie-style and the mysterious fantasy of not knowing who’s thrusting into me when I’m getting fucked from behind, and the way it feels when they touch my back and inner thighs.
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It’s hard to believe that this all started one summer at Green Lake when I was 14. One evening when a couple of my girlfriends and I went for a late night swim, we met up with some older High school guys. And like typical teenagers we wound up in a hot make out session. Naturally they wanted to fuck us, but we wouldn't let them. The guy that I was with put my hand on his swimming trunks so I could feel his ‘boner’ as he called it. It felt so good that I played with it for a while through his suit. Then when I got my nerve up, I took it out of his bathing suit. I can remember that it was so very hard. I laid my head on his stomach so I could look at it while I played with it. It was so near my face that it seemed natural to want to kiss it. But when I did, it exploded in my hand and all over my face. Of course some got in my mouth, and I remember that it tasted real salty. The other two guys were jealous because I jacked their buddy off but my girlfriends wouldn’t jack them off. So at the urging of everyone including my girlfriends, I agreed to do them too. By the time that I jacked off the other 2-guys with everyone watching, I knew that I was hooked on boys and their cocks. The other two guys were so excited that they cummed in seconds.
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Once I learned how too deep throat without gagging and I started swallowing, my reputation was made. After that I was known at school as the ‘header queen,’ and was the most popular girl in High school. At any athletic event, after school, or on weekends you could always find me on my knees with my mouth open sucking the jocks cocks. I must have sucked several hundred cocks from about the eighth grade through the twelfth grade.
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I use to even suck off my High School math teacher. He was the father of one of the first guys that I sucked off and it was his son that set me up with him. We’d get together at least 2 or 3-time a week in his van. I loved to suck him off. His was the first really big uncut cock that I ever sucked. His cock had a big head and I used to play hide-n-seek with it and his foreskin. He was very patient. He was the one that taught me how to breathe through my nose and relax my throat so his cock would go down my throat. After that, when he cummed he was so far down my throat that I never even tasted his sperm.
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When I got married, not only did my husband know about my reputation, he was also one of the many guys that I’d sucked off through out the years. In fact the night he asked me to marry him, I had sucked off him and 4 or 5-of his buddies. So he knew what he was getting when he married me. When we got married I was even true blue for the first couple of years. Then he lost interest and couldn't keep his little cock with the wart up long enough to fuck me, so I had to look else where for satisfaction. What else can a girl do when she isn’t getting it at home? So 10-years later I'm involved with Carl.
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Carl also liked public sex; it gave him a feeling of power. For light amusement, when we were out driving, he’d let truckers watch as I spread my legs and he played with my pussy. Several times I've sucked him off in the car at the gas station with the attendant getting an eye full while he washed the front windshield. When we go to the grocery store I wear a loose skirt with no panties. When no one is around Carl will have me lift my skirt and finger myself than lick my finger. And I’ve blown him many times in the men's restores at places like Denny’s, Shari's and Jack-N-Box. Carl would check out the restroom to be sure that the coast was clear. If there’s no one in there, I’ll duck in and go into the handicap stall. I’d usually sit on the commode while Carl stood in front of me and fucked my mouth. Several times unsuspecting guys have came in and used the urinal while I was giving Carl a blowjob 3-feet away on the other side of the partition that separates the urinals and commodes and never realize what was going on.
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A couple of times, Carl thought that it would be funny to leave me in there while a guy was using the urinal. I would have to squat down on in the commode so they wouldn’t see my feet under the partition and hope they don’t open the stall door. Then sneak out when they were gone.
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One time when Carl ducked out on me, I think the guy that was using the urinating knew what was going on, because as soon as Carl was gone, the guy joined me in the stall. Knowing the trouble and the embarrassment I’d have if I were caught, I never said a word. I just unzipped the guy’s pants, took out his cock, and gave him the most incredible blowjob that he’d ever had. When I ducked out, I left him in a euphoric stupor leaning again the wall in the hand-I-cap stall.
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To be continued…
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Christie-owned
Part-4-of-14
Knee Grows
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Carl gets off on intimidation and domination. He is always threatening to ‘whore’ me out, or to set me up in a viewing booth at an XXX- rated bookstore (which I've never been to yet) so I can blow guys through a ‘glory-hole’ without seeing who they were. The worse threat that he makes is that he is going to tell my son, Mike about me sucking and fucking all their friends. What really scares me is when Carl really gets angry and threatens to set it up where my son, Mike is one of the guys that I suck off at the XXX-rated bookstore. It would be horrible to have my son involved.
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I guess Carl has already followed through on his threat to ‘whore’ me out, though. Because I found out that he’s been supplementing his income by charging his college buddies a few bucks when he brings them over to fuck me. I guess that makes me a whore. I don't care if it is a business for Carl, because I get some very fine young hard cocks to play with. Carl has about 9-of his buddies that he shares me with. They all range from about 19 to 24-years or so, and are all very well built in the cock department. Several have huge balls that I totally love to suck and being so young, they seem to have a never-ending supply of cum.
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Carl and all his buddies go to UW and all have stead girlfriends. But they all say that I'm more fun to fuck than their girlfriends because I'll do just about anything they say and I have so many orgasms. Their young girlfriends aren't submissive little sluts like I am, so they aren’t into really nasty sex. If they suck, they don’t swallow, they don’t take in the ass, and they won’t do multiple guys at a party. They don't like to be tit fucked and taking the load in the mouth and face.
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If the guys get horny at night they just call Carl and he set's it up. It looks like there is going to be a lot more than his usual 9-though because they all seem to have friends that want to try me out. The only problem I have is that if I'm up too late, it interferes with my executive job at the manufacturing plant. But I do love all of the nice young, hard-body, big cock guys that I get to have. Believe me; I get just as much out, of it if not more, than they do. I really don't mind Carl ‘whoring’ me out for a little money for himself.
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About a year ago while I was giving Carl a blowjob, I was a bitch and bit his cock. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to hurt. The next time he came over he was still kind of pissed so as punishment, he tied me to my bed and screwed my stupid mouth, pussy and ass until I’d cummed maybe 4 or 5-times. Then he stood me slumped over at the foot of the bed and tied my wrists to the corners footboard.
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I thought he was going to really give it to me hard from behind, either dog-style or in the ass. Instead he brought out the two alligator clips that were connected together by a short chain and showed them to me. When I got a good look at the clips, I told him that I wasn’t interested in that kind of play. They are called ‘alligator clips’ because they’re about 1-½ inches long, shaped like the long skinny jaws of an alligator, and with tiny needle sharp gripping teeth like an alligator.
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“Tough shit,” he laughed, as he attached a clip to each of my nipples. When the sharp little teeth bit into my tender flesh, it hurt like hell. Carl didn’t care, he just laughed as he hung small weights from the clips. Now not only, did they hurt like hell, but the weights made my nipples hang much lower. Than he tied a small string to the center of the chain and began pulling on it, inflicting a lot of intense pain with each tug. The more he pulled the deeper in the clips dug into my nipples.
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After a bit he moved behind me, and spread my butt checks apart and rubbed the head of his cock across the bottom of my slit. As I wiggled my butt, he started to ease the head of his cock between my desire-swollen lips. I moaned with pleasure, as his cock slowly pushed its way between my lust-swollen lips into my pussy, not stopping until I could feel his big balls flopped against my slit. I shifted my weight and bent my knees, forcing his cock deeper into my flaming pussy.
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Simultaneously he pulled the string connected to the alligator clips together, and pumped his cock in and out of my broiling pussy, his balls slapped against my slit with every thrust he made. As he pounded me faster and faster, the weighted-clips swung painfully back and forth. The pain of the sharp little teeth digging into my delicate nipples soon began to take on a sexual tone and actually felt good. He kept pounding away, even though I’d already gotten off several times, I could feel a real big orgasm building up in me. I moaned aloud as a shudder coursed through my body. Just as I hit my big O, Carl yanked on the string so hard that he ripped the clips right off my nipples. I screamed and collapsed helplessly across the footboard. I’d cummed so hard that I thought the world was going to end. I had never cummed like that before, EVER.
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When he finely untied me, my nipples were very, very sore and bleeding where the sharp little teeth had dug into the tender flesh. But they were sore in such a sexual way that every time Carl touched them I would cum.
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Over this last year, besides inflict a lot of pain, the heavy little weights have stretched out my nipples quite a lot and made them very wide and thick. Carl likes to make me wear them under my blouse when I go out to the store.
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The next time Don was in town, he and Carl showed up with two of Don’s black army buddies. I don’t know why they brought them because they both know that I don’t do black guys. As soon as they went into the living room, Carl said, "Hey, cunt, get us some beer.”
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When I returned with the beer, the four of them had already stripped were sitting around the living room naked. As I handed Don a beer, he casually nodded towards one of the black guys and said, “Suck his cock, slut.”
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My protest died in my throat when I saw the look in Don’s eyes. I couldn’t tell it because of the way they were sitting, but the guy that Don told me to suck off had the smallest cock of the two, not that his 8-inches was anything to be ashamed of.
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Obediently dropping to my knees and I crawling over to the black guy and shyly reached out and tentatively lifted his limp 8-inch cock with one finger. Then I leaned forward and kiss it’s big coal black head. Before my lips could connect, the bastard grabbed me by the hair, and slapped me repeatedly across the face with his limp cock. As he slapped me, he snarled, “You like that, bitch? You want to suck it?” The he said, “Hey bitch, you fucking deaf? I said, do you want to suck my cock?”
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“Yes”
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“I can’t hear you!” he almost screamed.
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“I said, yes sir, I want to suck your cock!”
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Letting go of my hair, he leaned back on the couch and stretch. Then he spread his legs wide and said, “Then suck it, Bitch.”
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As I reaching out, my fingers captured and squeezed his swelling manhood. It was a fat oval pole with prominent veins running up and down its length. I could see it leaking pre-cum and feel it pulsing with a throbbing rhythm. When I parted my luscious lips and took the head of his cock into my warm mouth, I heard him gasp his pleasure. Tightening my lips, I started moving my mouth slowly up and down his hard shaft. Slurping and even chewing light, I swiftly picked up the pace. I was determined to kiss and lick every square inch of his warm moist flesh.
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As my mouth bobbed up and down, the other black guy came over and tried to rub the head of his cock on my face, but I was moving so fast it didn’t work. When I glanced over at him I almost fainted. I thought the first guy was big, but the second black guy cock made the first guy’s cock look like a small child cock. The second black guy looked like he had a baseball bat swinging between his legs. The head looked as big as a tennis ball. When the shock wore off, and I got a better look, it was only about 12 inches and as big around as a beer can. My head was moving up and down so fast that he couldn’t get the rhythm, so instead he sat back and jacked off while he watched me finish sucking off his buddy.
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When I felt his cock swell, I knew that he was going to cum, so I reached up and cupped his dangling balls. That was all he needed, his balls let go sending hot sperm through his cock and in thick gobs deep into my mouth.
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His cock was barely out of my mouth, before the second guy was grabbing my hair and laid the head of his cock against my cum coated lips. As he tried to force the head between my lips he snarled, “Suck this, bitch.” His cock was so big that I had to ease back the foreskin to even get the head in my mouth. Once the head was in, I used both hands and started jacking him of, but his cock was so big that my hand barely reached around it. Before long I moved my left hand down and cupped his big cum filled balls. I could only imagine how much cum he had, when I hefted them they felt like they a weighed couple of pounds.
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Everyone got a big laugh when the fist black guy came over and forced the head of his cock in my mouth along with his buddies. Having them both in my mouth at the same time stretched my lips so bad that I thought it would cause a rip in the side of my mouth. Carl and Don thought that it was so funny that they made me keep them in my mouth while they took pictures.
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When I went back to sucking the second black guy’s cock, I did the best I could with my mouth, but it wasn’t good enough, he wanted pussy. I couldn’t believe he thought he could get that big black thing in my tight little white pussy. Did he think I was one of his black ghetto-bitches with a big smelly pussy the size of a washtub? I wasted no time tell the big bastard, “Not no, but Hell No!” My protest were to no avail, instead of taking no for an answer I guess you could say that he really kind of raped me. Not only did everyone watch him rape me, but they helped him as well.
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No sooner did I say no, than Carl brutally grabbed my hair and jerking me off my knees and over on to my back. Still with a tight grip on my hairy, he put his other arm across my chest and pinned me down. As soon as I was penned, his brother Don and the first black guy grabbed my ankles and pulled legs apart, exposing my tight little pink pussy to the black bastard with the foot long cock. With a big grin the big bastard fell between my legs, missionary style, and almost ripped me in half, forcing his big monster into my tight puss. He was nothing but a savage. When he started pounding in and out of me, he was so rough that I didn’t know if he was trying to fuck me or beat me up. He pounded me violently for a good ten minutes with no regard to how I felt or the pain that I was in. All I could do was passively wrap my arm and legs around his body, and hope the he didn’t seriously injury me. Despite the pain, his chest rubbing against my sensitive nipples soon had them erect.
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The noise and excitement was so contagious that first black guy decided to get in on the act again, so he came over and fed me his cock. He thought it would be cool for me to suck him off while I was getting pounded by his buddy. Unfortunately I was getting pounded so hard that it was virtually impossible to keep the other black guy’s cock in my mouth. It was along about then that the big guy wanted to switch from my pussy and screw my ass. Thank goodness, Carl stepped in and said no, that he was too big. Between the size of his big cock and how rough he was, it hurt me bad enough just fucking the black bastard. Fucking me in the ass would have put me in the hospital.
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They ended with the big cock Black guy pulling out and unloading on my face. It was a mess, cum was running everywhere.
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After he cummed all over my face, the sorry SOB casually wiped his cock clean in my hair, and started getting dressed. When he got his pants on, he handed Carl $50.00 and told him, “Thanks for the use of your bitch, man.”
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I was really pissed off. The black bastard’s cock was so big that he hurt me so bad that I couldn't have sex for over a week. This was it, no more black guys for me; they just weren’t any fun, especially when they’re so big that they hurt you as bad as he hurt me.
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To be continued…
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Christie-owned
Part-5-of-14
Whore
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This was a very frustrating week. First, Carl called to tell me that he and his girlfriend were coming over so she could take pictures of me sucking his cock. Then he called back and said that his girlfriend had decided she doesn't want to watch after all. I think it was Carl's idea anyway. I also think that she's pissed a little about what we do. But she’s got no room to complain, she knew going in that Carl was involved with me. She should be glad that she doesn't have to put out to him and his friends like I've been taught to do.
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Last night was fun though. Four of Carl’s buddies stopped by to gang banged me and stayed until about 1 AM. He charged them $40.00 apiece, and I believe me they got more than their money’s worth. I sucked all four of their cocks and swallowed a lot of cum. It always amazes me how much and how often all these young guys can cum in an evening and still keep an erection. And, it was the first time that I ever had had 2-cocks in my pussy at once. I’ve seen it in ‘porno' films and now I’ve done it myself. It was painful and really stretched me out, but they wanted to do it and I have learned it’d better not to say no. I lay on top of one guy, who stuck his cock in me from the front and then the other stuck his cock in me from the back, dog-style.
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After my conversation with Carl I found myself doing a lot of soul searching this week. What he said about Mike had me rethink my situation with Carl. I'm really starting to think I should step back and take a look at what I'm doing with Carl and the rest of the kids. I still can’t think of them as ‘johns,’ even though I know that they’re paying customers. I'm a 48-year-old mother, with a good job with a major manufacturing company and if I had sex with Mike and it ever got out, I could lose everything that I’ve work so hard for and ruin my life. But I’m in so deep that I’m not sure that there’s any way that I can get myself out. At this point I’m nothing a possession, Carl owns me.
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I know that sooner or later Mike is going to find out. If and when he does, I just hope he understands my sexual needs and doesn't hate me for it. I have come to enjoy the sex so much that its almost an addiction that I don’t want it to stop. When anyone reads this I guess I’ll really sound pretty much like a slut but in the real world I have a very good job executive position at a major manufacturing plant and no one there has any idea what I do on my own time at home. I know it's going to end someday and maybe I'll feel like a piece of trash when its over, but for now I love Carl's cock and how he makes me feel so much that I'm going to take all he wants to give me, and his friends are always welcome too. Right now it just works for me and God I would miss it if it ended.
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The next day I was still worried about Carl’s threat to put me in a position where I’d have to suck Mike’s cock. What worries me is that he keeps telling me, “Don’t worry, when it happens Mike will be OK with it,” so I should just take it as it comes. According to him, he and Mike are always talking about what a hot mother I am and that when I smile, I have a look that say's, ‘put your cock in here.’ No matter what Carl says I'm uneasy with the whole idea and am going to try and stay away from it.
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Actually, ‘if the truth be told,’ I’ve already sucked Mike’s cock numerous times; he just doesn’t remember it. I used to do it right after I’d give him a bath, while I was drying him off and sprinkling baby powder on his cute little bottom. There was a feeling that a mother gets when her son is a baby and it's so overpowering that we can't help ourselves. I sucked his little penis until he was about two and a half or three. After I bathed him I would play with his little penis and he would giggle and it would stick straight up. It looked so damn cute I just had to kiss it and suck it. He used to love it.
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I talked to Carl about some of this stuff. I thought that I’d only slept with maybe 8 or 9-of Carl’s friends and that I could talk him into maybe slowing things down a bit. But he just laughed and informed me that he's brought over 25 different guys over in the last 6 months, and some more than once. He liked gangbangs so he most brought them in small groups. He even keeps a ‘clients’ list, a list that he has every intentions of expanding. My God, this isn’t a game any more; I’m a ‘whore,’ a real life whore. When l thought that there had only been about 8 or 9 guys involved, I looked at our little adventures as nothing but fun and games. College is expensive, so before I hadn’t minded if Carl charged the guys a few bucks to join us. Now, I don’t know, not only am I contemplating sucking and fucking my own son but I just realized that I’m Carl’s sex slave, his whore, and that like it or not, he owns me.
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Even though I now understand that I'm a whore, in my heart I know that I still have my honor in my daily life. So what if I come home at night to serve my master and those that he chooses to share me with. No one is getting hurt and it’s no ones business. I am still myself and my own person, so as long as I love myself I should be OK. I realize that I really can't change who I am now, and that I enjoy the young men too much to stop. Last night was the first time in months that I haven't been with someone and I don't like it. I need their cocks more than the boys themselves need my pussy.
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Now that in my mind I have committed to this life style, if my son Mike had the desire to take his mother for his sexual needs, then I’ll be there for him. I’ll do everything that I can do to be the best he has ever had, I will open myself up completely to him; nothing or no part of my body will be off limits at anytime.
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I suppose Carl is right, there is no point in worrying about things, because Mike probably already knows that his mother is his best friend’s whore. I also wonder if Carl has shown him any of the dirty pictures that they’ve taken. I know they are all over the military in Iraq because I keep getting letters from soldiers asking for more.
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After thinking things through, I’m not sure that Carl is the right master for me. I think that my personality is more suited to be Don’s slave and that he’s more suited to be my master. I need a firm hand, and Don is much more domineering and brutal than Carl is. I know he's good with ropes and the belt, both of which I enjoyed. Even his piss play and the degrading was hot for me. I'm looking forward to Don coming back. With him I know where my place, and I liked what he did to me. He takes what he wants from me with no regard to my feeling. With the other's I have more control than with Don. I knew he was in control of me, when he tied my breasts up, that I was his to use anyway that he wanted.
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To be continued…
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Christie-owned
Part-6-of-14
Confusion and Piercing
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Don was getting out of the Army in March unless they extend his unit and Carl has already told me that Don wants to move in with me for awhile. If Don wants to move in, I've got to give it a try. Even though I make enough money to take care of us both, I know Don and Carl will still pair up and ‘whore’ me out. But I will still be serving Don, so I can accept it. And, as distasteful as it is too me, if he wants me to serve his black friends, than so be it, I will.
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I think I'm going to help things along by writing Don and offering him my place to live and ask him what I can do now for him. I might as well find out if he's really interested. I still think he's the one coaching Carl and teaching him how to use me to his advantage and the most profit.
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I went Saturday and got my tongue and nipples pierced and now I’m sore. Right now I have studs through them, but in about a month after they heal a little, I’ll replace them with rings. Then Carl can hang weights on them. Or, sometimes I’ll wear a chain that will connect nipple to nipple. If later I get my clit pierced, the chain can also be connected to the clit ring. I have no doubt that Carl and his friends (since that’s what they are perhaps I should call them johns) will take advantage of the chains to lead me around and make me do their bidding.
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I haven’t tried yet, but they tell me giving a guy a blowjob with a stud in my tongue makes it even better and doesn't interfere with the sucking at all. I can’t wait to find out.
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Carl also wants me to get a tattoo just above my ass that say's ‘Carl's Slut’, but I said no because it would be too embarrassing when I go to the doctor. I may get a temporary one through.
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Sunday afternoon turned out to be a strange experience. I went to the grocery store and ran into a couple of Carl's friends talking to one of their buddy’s that works there. We chatted for a couple of minute, and then went our separate ways.
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A few min late, the friend named Jim, came up and handed me his cell phone. It was Carl telling me that he knew that my mouth was still too sore to suck their cocks, so instead he wanted me to sneak in to the men's restroom and jack his 2 buddies. I really didn't want to do it, but I had no choice, Carl insisted. As I said, I knew better than to disobey. I always do what Carl tells me to, as long as I can safely get away with it.
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I gave them a few minutes, and then I slipped in to the men's restroom to join them.
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When I eased through the door, Jim was standing at a urinal and the other was already in the handicapped stall.
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I quickly entered the stall and set down on the commode. The guy in there already had his cock out and was stroking it. As he moved towards me, his hand was moving slowly up and down his shaft. When I reached out and cupped his balls, his speed increased until his hand was furiously flying up and down. When I felt his balls clinch, I opened my mouth. Two seconds later, his balls exploded spewing his cum out of his cock like water from a garden hose. About half of his cum went into my mouth and the other half splashed across my cheek. As the guy was zipping up his pants, I heard him hiss, “Fucking slut.”
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When he stepped out of the stall, Jim took his place.
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Jim was so aroused, that he was almost ready to shoot by the time the stall door closed. Before I could even open my mouth, his balls exploded, spewing cum all over my face, in my hair, on my coat, and even in my ear. You name it, and Jim hit it. He had the biggest load I have ever seen. Then he slapped me across the face with his limp cock a couple of times, called me, “A cunt,” wiped his cock off on my coat and left.
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So now, there I was sitting in the handicap stall in the men's restroom, covered in cum and smelling of hot sperm. In less than two minutes someone came in and used the urinal, then left.
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There are no paper towels because they use hand blowers, so I was using toilet paper. I’d finally gotten myself about half way cleaned up when someone else came in. Instead of going to the urinal, he walked straight over to the handicap stall door and knocked on the door. I could see through the crack in the door that it was the guy that the other two were talking to when I came in. When he knocked a second time, I heard him say to, “Open the door, bitch.”
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Knowing, from the tone of his voice and his attitude, what was coming, I leaned forward and unlatched the door. When he got into the stall, he whips out his erection. Without a word I reached out and started gently stroking it for him. As I gradually sped up my hand action, I could see the guy’s eyes slowly clouding over with lust. . As my hand continued to move up and down his shaft, I reached out my other hand and gently fondled his balls. Apparently he like what I was doing because he moaned real low as he placed both his hands on the sides of my head. He was being so nice that when his balls clinched I placed my lips on the head of his cock and let him cum in my mouth.
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When we finished, he was so grateful for the hand-job that not only did he help me clean up, but he also helped me get out of the men’s restroom without being seen. He was so nice about everything, that I told him that some evening when he was horny to call Carl’s cell phone number and tell him that he was my guest. I told him that, “When it comes to sex, there is nothing that I won’t do or let you do to me. So I when you come over I guarantee that when you go home, it’ll be with a big grin and drained balls.”
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Getting out of the restroom unseen was easy; the hard part was to walk all the way through the store with wet cum in my hair and smelling like a donation from the sperm bank. I was so embarrassed that instead of going to another grocery store to do my shopping, I hurried to my car and drove straight home. These experiences are always confusing for me. Not only are they degrading and completely humiliating, but they are physically dangerous as well. So why then when I engage in one of Carl’s little indiscretions do I cum like crazy. I cummed so many times that as I was leaving the grocery story, anyone that chose to look would have seen the huge wet spot covering my crotch. My pants were so wet that it looked like I ‘peed’ my pants.
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I found out later that before I ever went into the men’s restroom, Carl had arranged for the guy that worked there to come in and help me get away unseen. He told the other two guys to tell him, that if he helped me sneak out safely, he could go in and help himself to anything that he wanted from me.
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It’s not easy balancing a career as an executive at a major manufacturing plant with a ‘side-line’ as a whore. Whether or not Carl like it or not, work came first. Even if it meant disappointing Carl, I had to catch a ‘limo’ to the airport on Monday and fly to Los Angles on business for a few days. I make it a point not to fool around at all when I’m working, so guess I’ll be horny as hell when I get back. The good news is that Mike, my son, lives in LA and goes to USC, so I’m going to have dinner with him Monday tonight.
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Even though my mouth is still too sore for me to suck cocks yet, Carl set me up for a pussy and anal night only with 4 new guys for Sunday night before I leave. When the came over Mike changed the dynamics of our relationship. I suppose it’s because now that I know I’m a whore and that the guys that Carl bringing by are johns, he doesn’t feel that he has to put up a front any more. But for whatever reason, last night when Carl brought the guys over, for the first time he made me feel like a whore. This time instead of staying and joining in the fun, he just introduced the guys (johns) to me and than left.
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Like most of the guys that Carl brings over, the new ones (johns) all 4 turned out to have nice big cocks. One of the guys was especially well endowed, with the longest cock that I've ever seen. Even though it was a good 12-inches long if it was an inch, it wasn’t overly thick. It was so long that I couldn't take it all the way in my pussy but surprisingly he did get it all the way in my ass. It felt real strange to have something that far inside my ass. The other three all got off on taking turns fucking my pussy while the long cock guy was still buried balls deep in my ass. It was good for me too, because I cummed 2 or 3 times with each of them.
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When the long cock guy finished with my ass, the other 3 guys eagerly took their turn and fucked my ass, too.
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I couldn't suck cocks because my mouth was sore but I did give them some great hand jobs and let them cum in my mouth.
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They laid me on my bed so one of the guys (nice fat cock) could fuck missionary style. While the guy was pounding me, the long cock guy sat on my face and made me lick his ass and ball while he jacking off. He made me rub my face between his cheeks as I flicked my tongue out and lick his ass. When he got ready to cum, he stood up and unloaded on my face, filling my eyes with cum. And, it stung like hell, too. Once they took pictures of me that way, I cleaned up a little and then things ended with me kneeling while everyone jacking off all over me.
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They liked seeing me covered with cum, so I saw them too the door, with globs of cum in my hair, all over my face, all over my breasts, and everyone’s favorite, dripping off my nipples. As they were going out the door the long cock guy swatted me on my naked butt hard enough to leave a red hand print and said, “Don’t worry, bitch, I’ll be back.”
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As planned, Monday morning I caught a limo to the airport, and flew in to LA airport. Then after a long exhausting day at work, I went out to dinner with Mike. And an interesting dinner it turned out to be, too.
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To be continued…
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Christie-owned
Part-7-of-14
Mike Explanation of Rape
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That evening at dinner with Mike, I found out that, to my surprise, he has known since the very first night what was happening between about Carl and me.
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Apparently they have both been lusting after my body since they were in grade school, and that he and Carl have always talked about fucking me. It seems that their friends have always thought Mike’s mother was hot.
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Knowing that I was out drinking, Carl bet Mike that if when I came home I was drunk enough and if they could get me to stay up and have a few drinks with them, Carl could get me into bed. So, when I had came home and went straight to bed, Carl was very disappointed that his plans were thwarted.
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(Mike’s explanation of the night that Carl raped plus his culpability in the whole incident is vastly different in several key areas than my hazy drunken recollections).
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In my drunken state, I hadn’t notice that Mike was in my shower when I came home and went to bed nude. When Mike got out of the shower he could see my naked reflection in the mirror, as I lay passed out and helpless on my bed. Mike quickly dried off and hurried downstairs and told Carl what he’d seen. Then the two of them ran right back up to my bathroom for a better look. When they got up there I was sprawled out on my bed for the whole world to see; naked as the day I was born. Carl told Mike that he thought I was so out of it that he could get away with getting closer for a better look and maybe even quick feel.
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Mike ‘claims’ that he felt it was wrong for them to peek at my naked body. Also that he tried to talk Carl into going back downstairs, but Carl wouldn't hear of it. He was determined, at long last, to not only look at me naked, but to touch me as well. Mike watched as he entered from the bathroom and tentatively touched me. Mike said that when Carl first began playing with my pussy, I started moaning a little. According to Mike, Carl moved up and touched my nipples than he slowly went back to my pussy and gently eased my legs apart and began playing with my clit. Mike says that I not only responded with more moans, but that I even asked for more.
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At that point Carl removed his jeans and started stroking his hard cock. Mike tried to get him out of my room but Carl said, “No way.” After he stoked me some more, he joined Mike in the bathroom, where he used my KY Jelly to lube up the head of his cock. Then, as Mike watched, he returned to my room, carefully crawled between my legs and with one easy motion slid his cock balls deep in my now wet pussy. As he held it buried there, I began moaning and slowly moving my hips. Mike said that when Carl bent down and took one of my nipples in his mouth, I started to wake up and realized that I was being raped. Mike say's that when I recognized Carl, I pleaded and put up a fight trying to get him to stop. But that Carl was too strong for me. He also said that it didn’t take me long to give in and start fucking Carl back. Before it was over I was not only actively helping Carl, but was literally begging for his cock.
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Mike admitted that, not only did he watch, but that seeing his mother being raped was so exciting that he jacked off twice while he watched, once on the bathroom floor and the second time into a pair of my dirty panties.
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After the initial rape was over Mike went back down stairs but Carl stayed and fucked me for a couple of more hours. When I finally passed out, Carl went back to the living room and told Mike all about it. It was probably to give Mike a chance to fuck me if he wanted to, but for whatever reason, he told Mike to go back upstairs and put a blanket over me to cover up my nakedness. When Mike got to my bedroom, he said that he found me fast asleep with my face covered with Carl’s sperm.
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Since then Carl has kept Mike completely informed about what he and his brother were doing to me. Mike has known about my being whored out for almost 2-years. He’s even seen many of the pictures that Carl has taken of me in various compromising situations with all the many different young men. What I didn’t know was that some of the young men were friends of Mike, and that they knew were fucking his mother. At this point Mike seems to feel that I'm nothing but a whore and a slut. And, that even though it's my life and my business, he would rather not see it so he’s not coming home for the holidays. He loves me but emotionally it's just too much for him to handle at this point.
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(A vastly different story than what my drunken brain remembered. And, I’m sure vastly more accurate)
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He also admitted that he knew that after my rape, every time he left the house, Carl fucked me.
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The whole situation is just breaking my heart. If I could go back in time, I think that I would fight Carl harder and I realize now that I should have called the police and reported the rape. At this point I’m so confused that I don't now what to do or say to my son. When he left he kissed my goodnight and told me that he loved me and not to worry, that it would all work out in time.
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As he left, I couldn’t help think to myself, what kind of son, not only allows his mother to be raped, but helps set it up? Then jack off while he watches.
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The only good thing that came out of tonight is that he said that he'd have dinner with me again Wednesday night before I leave for home. Finding out that he’s known what was going on all this time is tears me apart.
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After we parted, I was so upset that I tried to call both Mike and Carl, but neither of them was answering their cell phones. I finally went out and had a couple of drinks, to calm down. When I finally returned to my hotel room, Mike called me back and we talked for a long time. He’d had a little time to think and now say's that he understands some of my needs but what's hard for him is the fact that I have turned into a whore. He said that he could accept the fact that Carl raped me. And that in a small way, he even feels that since he not only went along with, but in fact even watched, as the rape happened, that him feel that he should have perhaps stopped it from happening. (Gee, you think?) Mike says that he knows that it was wrong for him to stand in the bathroom watching, and that it was even worse for him to masturbate while he was watching his best friend raped his mother. Being turned on by the sight of his mother being raped was also difficult for him to accept about himself. He say's he can understand my need for male companionship but that so many of his friends have fucked me that it makes it hard for him to come home and face them.
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According to him, all the guys have very explicit pictures of their times with me. Strangely he doesn't blame Carl for turning me into a slut or for making me a whore. He feels that Carl was just taking advantage of an opportunity that was laid at his feet, even if I didn’t lay it there willingly or on purpose. Mike say's that he has a lady professor here at school that he fantasizes about sleeping with, so can understand Carl’s actions and how they may have got out of control.
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After talking with Mike, I know that I can't change what I've done, but I can be a better mother than I have been the last couple of years. What still surprises me the most is that Mike has known all along and never said a thing or even hinted that he knew what was going on. Because of me he spent most of the summer with friends in ‘Cabo,’ and didn't come home until Aug, than was only home for a week before leaving for school. Even then he really wasn't around the house all that much that week, instead he spent several evenings with Carl and his girlfriend. Yet nothing was ever said or even hinted at. I find that somewhat strange.
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The hardest part is all the pictures that Carl has been sending to Mike. The worst being one of me holding both black cocks to my mouth with my face covered in sperm and Carl standing in back of me with his cock hanging down my forehead. He's bringing that picture with him Wednesday night to show me how awful it looks. I didn't even know it was even taken.
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I think Carl is somehow trying to control Mike with all the pictures of his mother in all these compromising situations. Even though I didn't know where it was going to end up, I sure didn't expect this. Mike sounded just fine when I talked to him last night, so I was quite shocked by what happened and I can't help but think Carl is somehow pushing this along.
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To be continued…
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