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By *ubway OP Man
over a year ago

Bath

Chapter 6

Chapter 6 – Part 1 – Life Back Home

Ruth was in her final year of college and I had been signed up for my first big job. Yes, my IT career had started and I was actively visiting companies in and around Berkshire and Wiltshire from day one in my first year.

I had made new friendships with my work colleagues, some young guys, some older more mature men. I think I was the youngest in the branch so I tended to hang about with the guys nearer my age. When we went out, we usually ended up in the pub or local disco’s, but I was always wary of how I acted and was perceived by the any of the others.

Typical of young lads, when we went out and got a little worse from drink, the conversations always turned to either sex or holiday destinations. In the eighties remember, a lot of men had an insatiable interest and need for hardcore pornography, especially because the magazines on the shelves in the newsagents were very tame.

I found out during these conversations that certain sex shops in Soho London, were often talked about as a great place to get under the counter videos and magazines. As it happens, my new mates talked a lot about amateur and cuckold sex, and at least one of them was always bragging about his conquests with couples he had met. I made sure that I kept my distance from this guy, but I often listened to how he found these people and contacted them.

Using his method, I wondered if I could do the same, but I wanted to find swinging groups. I was looking for someone to replace Bob and Claire.

So, one afternoon, I walked the Soho streets to find what I thought was a suitable sex shop that might sell hardcore homemade VHS videos or contact magazines. The one I chose sold bondage and kinky clothing, and as this was my first sex shop, I didn’t know what to expect. I picked this one because I thought it was more appropriate for what I was looking for.

Inside, it was empty of any other customers, only a twenties something young lady wearing a sexy looking all black dress with black lipstick and eye shadow and a stud in her nose. She stood behind a counter that contained loads of metal objects, rings coupled with leather straps, plugs, sex toys, and a few dildos.

The store was dimly lit, but bright enough to see there were a lot of magazines, most covered in paper and what looked like hardcore videos. Additionally, there was an assortment of leather and rubber clothing all over the place, some of which I thought looked familiar.

I was very conscious of the young lady watching me. I must have looked nervous because I was. As I walked and looked around I kept glancing at her, wondering what she would say if I asked her something. Did she think I was a pervert or a serious BDSM player.

I was trying to build up the courage to ask her for any under the counter videos but the feeling of nervousness made my stomach rumble. I touched and held up few of the leather clothes imagining wearing such items, and then moved to the video shelf.

Picking up and examining few video boxes, I found that they were all empty. I noticed the covers had pictures of sex scenes that were a lot more hardcore than some of the magazines I had read. It occurred to me that they might have been produced locally and just had professional looking covers put on them. Where these the ones I wanted?

There was no other way to know except by asking. So, after I found a video that I thought would get my imagination running wild for a masturbation marathon, I walked over to the girl.

She didn’t move and her facial expression didn’t change as I approached her. I swallowed, nervously. She was deliberately making me feel embarrassed and obviously waiting till I had finished looking and was ready to pay.

At the counter, I dawdled, still plucking up the courage to ask my question. I was fascinated by the objects under the glass counter and wondered how some of them were either put on or used.

It was here that I saw a nice leather cock restraint. It clipped together with press studs and fitted around the balls and cock. That would be good to wear for a Dom I thought.

Well, it was time. All I did was show her the video box and she turned it to read the number on the spine. She was about to turn around to the drawers behind her when I asked.

“I’m sorry, but do you have any locally made stuff? In particular any cuckold and BDSM videos?”

She stopped and looked at me, frowning. “Do you want this one or not?”

“Not really.” I said making a sorry face. “I am actually after this sort of video but made by locals. These ones are too Hollywood for me.” I added, trying to sound like an expert.

OMG. It was then that I realised that I had told her it was just for me. Not for my friends or me and my girlfriend, but for me. I must have sounded like a young masturbation pervert.

Looking nonchalant, she turned the video in her hand to read the brief description of the story.

“Is it the bondage or the punishment that you are looking for?” she said without even looking at me.

I went as red as a beetroot. It was no good, I was going to have to explain what I wanted.

“I’m, I’m a sub.” There, I said it. My stomach grumbled again. “The stuff that I am after is about cuckolding or how a couple use a male submissive. Using things like BDSM.”

I swallowed again as I looked at her. Her eyes narrowed, then she bent down and opened a drawer by her feet.

She produced an ordinary looking VHS tape, and pushed it into a VCR on a shelf that had a TV on it. She fast forwarded the tape, then played it.

Straight away on the TV, there was a red-haired early thirties naked woman laying on a quilt covered bed, a normal looking thirties naked man sucking on one of her breasts. The action was very amateur and very natural, and as soon as she told the man to fuck her, I instantly identified her accent as northern English. This was a typical bedroom home video with the cameraman filming all the right things, his cock, her pussy etc. The young lady fast forwarded again, and there on the screen were three men filling every hole the red head had. Fucking, sucking and moaning, all in a normal English accent. This was genuine real local porn.

I was instantly sporting a tent in my trousers, just form watching the clip, luckily I was behind the counter and the girl couldn’t see it.

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By *lwaysHorny1000Woman
over a year ago

Gosport

Glad to see your back

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By *ubway OP Man
over a year ago

Bath

Yes, apologies for nothing over the last couple of weeks, hoping make up for it.

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By *lwaysHorny1000Woman
over a year ago

Gosport

We all have busy lives, can’t always read something everyday, just glad your back x

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By *rank speakerMan
over a year ago

Worcester

Bookmarked

I'll be coming back to this later!

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By *enninemarkMan
over a year ago

huddersfield/manchester

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By *ellsuitedMan
over a year ago

Elstree

Hmmm

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By *ubway OP Man
over a year ago

Bath

Chapter 6 – Part 2

“These people will make a video for any tastes.” She said as she handed me a small leaflet, still no emotion, just a bored look on her face.

I read the list of subjects, and the bit that said, “We have numerous couples who love to show you how to enjoy sex. Do you have a script or a unique requirement, then we can make a video especially for you. All our actors are amateur and the sex is real, not simulated.”

As I read it, lots of possibilities came into my mind, all of which made me twitch my cock.

“Do you have any samples of BDSM or cuck ones made by them?” I asked.

She just looked at me again, and disinterestedly fast forwarded the video again.

This time on the screen was someone dressed head to toe in rubber, and from the body shape, it looked like a kneeling woman. She had a funnel with a small pipe attached to her mouth. A naked man was stood shaking his cock, presumed that he had peed into the funnel.

Again, the shop girl just looked at me without looking at the TV. I was embarrassed that I was looking at this stuff in the shop.

She fast forwarded once more, this time a little longer before stopping. Now we are talking I thought to myself. It was a brunette long haired girl wearing a collar, just like Ruth’s, but this girl wore a school girl uniform and as I watched, she was bent over by a man wearing a suit, her skirt lifted, and her bum was whipped with a riding crop. Ouch. Those were real marks being made on her bum and she was really whimpering with each stroke.

The girl behind the counter turned to look at the TV and watched with me for a short time. I saw the edge of a tattoo on her shoulder, which I thought was quite sexy. After a minute, she switched the video off and looked at me again, this time with a raised eyebrow.

I thought about the position I was in. It was almost comical.

I thought I couldn’t get any more embarrassed so I went for it. “Do you have any here today that I can have? Ones where the husband is humiliated by the bull fucking his wife.”

She didn’t bat an eyelid as I looked at her. I desperately need some sort of reaction from her. I rambled on.

“And the cuck is made to suck the bull and eventually the bull’s cum from his wife’s pussy. Or how about where someone like me is made to provide a service to a Master or Mistress?”

OMG my heart was pounding having said all that to an attractive goth girl. I must have looked like the biggest pervert ever.

All the time I was talking, she was rewinding the tape in the machine. She turned to eject it and put it back in its cardboard box then put it away. She stood again with another tape and waved it at me.

“You like young men and women sucking a mature man’s cock?” OMG what was she doing to me? I couldn’t believe that I was talking about this stuff to a stranger, and a young woman at that.

“If they are submissive, and he is Dominant, yes.” I hurriedly said. “Humiliation is a great incentive.” I added.

Wow, she actually smiled. “Watersports? Piss drinking?” she asked.

There was no turning back. I had humiliated myself completely, so I was hooked and started jabbering. “We tried pee play, and my girlfriend was ok with it but we didn’t like the taste that much. We found that we had to drink a lot of water before we drank each other, so that the smell, colour and I think the strength was not so bad.”

Well that did it. I got another smile from her. “Let’s see what we have.” She said as she ducked down behind the counter.

This time I looked over and down. Woohoo, I got a glimpse of her cleavage. But then it occurred to me that as I stood next to the counter, she could see through the glass and directly at my trousers. I quickly pressed against the glass to try to push and hide my tent inducing hardon.

I could hear her flicking through tapes, and eventually she stood again, and had two videos in her hand.

Just then, the door opened and someone else came into the shop. We both looked at him as he nodded at us and walked straight to the hanging clothing.

The girl handed me the videos and said, “These are what you want,” and winked at me.

“Could you play them so I can see they are not blank.”

She just stared at me. “We are not allowed to play this sort of film in here, sorry.” But then she grabbed one out of my hand and put it in the machine. She fast forwarded the tape then stopped it. She played it. She looked at me as I watched a naked black man standing over a white middle-aged man. The black man was smacking his enormous cock against the white man’s face. The camera angle changed to show another man with his face pushed into the black man’s bum. It was definitely amateur stuff. She switched if off.

“Happy?”

I nodded eagerly. She smiled and put them in a paper bag. “Anything else?” she asked.

I looked at a leather cock restraint under the glass. She followed my gaze and reached under the counter for it. She put the strap on the counter and then picking up a pink cock looking dildo that had balls, she proceeded to strap the restraint to the dildo and held it up for me.

Why hadn’t the earth swallowed me up? OMG. Could I get anymore embarrassed?

“You can make it tighter if you use this other press studs.” She said pointing at the silver stud. “I can’t show you on this penis, it’s too hard.”

I immediately thought about how she was holding that dildo. OMG, I wanted this girl to be a Dominant. At least I could explain the way I felt if she was. We looked at each other, both of us couldn’t help but smile. My stomach once again rumbled out of nerves because of the unspoken sexual suggestion.

I judged the size of the dildo to be quite a bit bigger than my cock. She held it at different angles for me to see, finally offering it to me to hold. I took it by the balls.

What was I doing? Even though my hardon had dwindled, I was still turned on and imagining what the strap would look like on me.

I was thinking that it was quite a cute little strap that any Master or Mistress might appreciate if I wore it for appointments. It would definitely show off my cock and little ball for them when I wear it.

Then I said something that made me want to disappear and shrink into the smallest hole available. “What do you think?” I asked her.

Too late. I got a look from her that told me to buy it or fuck off and never return.

“Yes, that looks great, I’ll take it.” I quickly said.

I wondered if I ought to try my luck. “I was also looking at the plugs?”

She unstrapped the restraint from the dildo and put it in the bag, then we moved down the counter to where the plugs were. I was a little unsure about this bit, as the other customer stood next to me to look inside the counter as well.

“For you?” She asked. I swallowed nervously, looking out the corner of my eye at the other man, and croaked, “Yes.”

Under the glass counter were a lot of smooth metal looking plugs. I looked at them and remembered just how painful it was when Claire put the silicone one in me. What would these things feel like going in? I noticed one of them had the jewel attached to the end like the one Sinsa had in her bum at one of the parties.

“Nothing too big though.” I said to her quietly.

“Well these are all pretty much one size. Do you want a training set or perhaps a beginner plug. Are you a virgin?”

I was starting to sweat, thinking the heating in the shop must be cranked up to maximum. This time I looked at the other man then back to the girl, raised my eyebrows and asked. “Training set?”

She produced a box with 3 sized cock looking plugs. Wow, each size looked like little cocks, but I also thought that they would cause quite a bit of damage to an untrained hole. I was shaking with nervousness as I looked. I tried to imagine shoving the middle size one inside me, let alone the big one. The guessed the small one looked enough, so I asked.

“Do you have just the small one?”

The other man nodded at me and the girl put the box away then put another box on the counter. She opened it an pulled out a small cock looking butt plug. It had a suction cup at its base and as she put it down, it stuck to the glass.

I looked at the plug and then at the girl. Her eyes had changed and become softer, almost like she was acting sexy. What was going on? She touched along the length of the plug with her finger and then over the head.

She said more seductively this time. “Good choice. I have one of these. I can guarantee you will enjoy it.”

Well, I can’t describe how uncomfortable I was feeling right now. The other man was staring at her play with the plug, loudly swallowing as she was getting him as hot under the collar as I was.

I looked at her and was about to ask a question, when she just popped the plug into the bag and walked to the cash register.

I was amazed that all this time, the girl had acted so cool and collected. I wondered just how many times she had perverts like us come into her store. Did she enjoy making men uncomfortable? Was that her thing? Was she wearing that plug now? I was getting dizzy just thinking about that.

“I’ll take it.” I said, even though she had already packed it for me and had totalled the bill.

“Sorry, one more thing.” I had just remembered. “Do you have a contact magazine? A local one that has Doms and subs in it?”

She calmly handed me one of the small magazines from a stack on the counter. I had a quick glance inside. It contained different sections, a couple of swinging stories but mostly lots of advertisements. It also contained a piece about how to contact local like-minded people and was full of contacts for singles, couples, groups and clubs, meetings, addresses and phone numbers.

Popping it in the bag, I paid for everything, said thank you and quickly left the shop, slightly relieved that the experience was all over.

As I made my way back to the bus stop, I couldn’t help thinking that all the people I passed on the street, knew that I had pornographic stuff in the brown bag. I must have looked guilty.

During my journey home, I was thinking that I would definitely go back to buy something else from that shop, but first I wanted to try contacting someone from the magazine.

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By *ark_sentinelCouple
over a year ago

Andover

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By *enninemarkMan
over a year ago

huddersfield/manchester

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By *lwaysHorny1000Woman
over a year ago

Gosport

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By *eed AttentionMan
over a year ago

Oxford

Lovely

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By *ubway OP Man
over a year ago

Bath

Chapter 6 – Part 3 - Video Maker’s Surprise

That night, back in my flat, I watched the videos I bought from the shop. Oh wow. They were amazing and such great wanking material, but they weren’t exactly everything that I was looking for. So before going through the contact magazine, I thought I would try ordering a self-scripted homemade video.

The leaflet from the shop, had an address in Bracknell. This wasn’t very far from where I lived, so I wrote a brief letter asking for one of the special tapes they advertised.

After only a couple of days, I got a letter back containing another printed leaflet with a list of sex subjects, video prices, a hand-written note with a phone number with instructions for making a script that I would want specially made.

Firstly, looking at the list, there were quite a few subjects that I would like to watch. Some of them were for five pounds, the more risqué were ten pounds. I thought about the list and noticed there was a genre missing. I figured that there might be a few other people out there who might be interested in what turned me on, so I plucked up the courage and phoned the number on the paper

It rang and eventually, a woman answered.

I said, “Good afternoon, I am enquiring about buying some homemade videos.”

She asked nonchalantly, “Do you have our list and ordering instructions?”

“Yes, but I wondered ……..”

“So, follow what it says, and we will send you the ones you want?” she interrupted.

“Yes, but I wrote in my letter asking if you would make a scripted film?” There was a break, and she said, “Can I have your name please?”

I told her my name and there was another silent moment. “Oh yes, we have it here…… yes. Yes we like the ideas and we might be able to get someone to make it but we need a bit more information.”

“I thought so,” I told her, “I read the instruction sheet you gave me but I wondered how you made them. Do you have the script writer involved at all?”

There was silence again and then a gruff mature sounding man answered the phone. I remember suddenly feeling very nervous as he said, “Yes?”

“Good afternoon, I was asking about making a ……”

“Yes I know all that. I will need to ask if our actors are ok with this. It might take some time. Are you married or have a girlfriend?”

What did that matter I wondered? I replied that I had a girlfriend.

“Good. Do you have any friends that you have played with before that could act this scenario the way you want?”

This was getting me a bit hot under the collar. If he was suggesting what I thought he was, I was in trouble. All this time, I thought he would have people who could act this scenario out and make it into a cheap amateur porn video. Instead it sounded like he wanted me and Ruth to be the actors and he would film it.

“No, I don’t have any friends ……..”

“Do you know any experienced couples, who are into Dom sub play?”

“Well, I do have some personal experience but I don’t know any couples who ………..” I quickly lied before I was cut off again.

“Wait.” He said. The call went silent one more time, then he suggested meeting for a coffee.

I was a bit put off by the way this was going, but I had dipped my toe into the water, so this was really happening. I was also excited because this was totally new and felt so decadent. It got my nerves and that stomach feeling going again, but I said yes and we arranged a mutual time to meet. Before he hung up on me, he warned me that if I was a timewaster that I would be blacklisted for any videos or products and word would get around. I said I completely understood, and that I would be there.

So, the day came and I was all ready for meeting this man. I was feeling quite confident about this meeting, especially because he had picked to meet in a hotel foyer near Reading. It was only a 10-minute drive from my flat and I had already given my Boss an excuse why I was going to be out of the office that morning.

I parked the car in the hotel car park and walked in to the reception. Inside, I looked around, then I saw a smartly dressed 40’s-ish man and woman sat at a small table with cups of drinks squinting their eyes at me. The man nodded his head slightly and I guessed they were the ones I was meeting, so I walked over to them.

I thought that I was only meeting the man, so I was a little put off until he nodded. Not wishing to be overheard by any of the staff, I said quietly, “Hello Sir, Ma’am”. They both smiled and he said, “James?”

I nodded, he told me to sit down opposite them and asked if I wanted a coffee. I politely said no, his wife spoke first.

“We are pleased that you have shown up.” She said staring at me. I had automatically presumed she was his wife but didn’t really know just yet. I was impressed by their expensive looking clothing, he wore an open necked shirt with a t jacket, she wore a nice blouse and black skirt, something typical for an office.

“I said that I would be here, Ma’am. Like your husband said, it would have been rude and offensive not to.”

They both smiled at my answer. He then produced my letter and asked. “So, tell us. This film idea,” he said wiggling the paper at me, “Is it something that you are interested in, to watch, or have you actually had such an encounter and want to see it acted out?”

I swallowed nervously. I didn’t want to give anything away, so I told them straightforwardly, that it was something that I was interested in to watch.

“In my letter, I described a scenario that I thought might be really erotic and ……...”

He interrupted me as they both nodded. “Are you a sub?”

“Yes Sir.” I said, unable to stop myself blurting it out.

I told them what turned me on and I was soon giving them a very quick history of how my experience as a submissive started. I could tell by the way they looked and smiled at each other that they were genuinely interested with my answers.

Considering they hadn’t talked about my film, I wanted to know more about them, so I quickly asked how they made the films. The lady spoke first.

“I think you said that you have seen one of our films. Well, we have a few local contacts who like to make their own porn movies. We asked them if they would like to do requests, and well, it took off from there really.”

He seamlessly continued their tale, “there are obvious limits and lines that would never be crossed of course, but most of the time, our actors are up for the majority of kinky or, let’s say, out-there requests.”

As we chatted, he told me they liked the fact that I was always very respectful and asked if I had ever been on cam or had been filmed being a sub. Wide eyed, I said no, so they asked what would it take for me to do it.

I said that I didn’t want someone I know, who might see the film, to know that I was a sub, so I would prefer not to be filmed.

She squinted her eyes again and asked slyly, “Just how submissive are you?”

I looked at them even more worried and nervous now.

I decided to compliment them and said, “I knew that you were a Dominant couple when I heard you on the phone, and then today when we met, I would have knelt in front of you if you wanted.”

He placed his hand on his wife’s and squeezed as he said, “That will not be necessary……. today.”

She looked at him and gently nodded. “Have you been collared and fucked by a Master?” he asked.

I looked at my shoes as I answered. “No Sir, I don’t currently have a Master and I have only had dildos and plugs in my bum. I have not been fucked by a real cock Sir, but I have been trained to suck cock and pussy.”

The big smile on her face informed me that she liked that answer. She looked at her husband and smiled at him.

He then said, “You have so much potential. There is a big demand for Dom sub and bi-films, but we don’t have any real bisexual males. We have bi girls, and a couple of gay guys, but they are not always up for the mixed role play.”

“Yes Sir, I thought there would be an audience for it, that’s why I contacted you.”

“And you personally, are you still looking for a Master or Mistress?” she asked.

I looked at them and I made a very quick assessment. The thought of these two as my new owners, went through my mind very quickly, but I didn’t know enough about them. OMG was it even them who wanted a sub? They might be looking for someone else.

He studied my face as he said, “Would you like to meet again. With us?” he wiggled his finger at him and his wife, “We have had quite a few men say that they are bi and sub, but then bottle it when ….., well, you know.”

I thought about it and giggled. “Yes, I know what you mean Sir. OK yes, but we have to have a few rules if you don’t mind Sir. Things like I don’t want to be forced to eat cum during a first meeting. That is usually reserved for people that I know and trust, perhaps on a second or third meeting Sir.”

They both smiled and nodded to each other

“But of course.” His wife said as she stretched her arms above her head. It was deliberate. I couldn’t help look at the way her now tight blouse showed off her bra and breasts. They both noted where my eyes went.

“A proper meeting would be best, and we can talk more about the sort of video we can make.”

I fel the meeting was over as he said that he would be in touch and they finished their drinks.

As we all stood, he gave me a VHS cassette and said that I would probably like the films on this tape. I thanked them and asked if I could leave. They smiled and said of course. I got up, tape in hand and left, keen to watch it as soon as possible after I finished work today.

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By *enninemarkMan
over a year ago

huddersfield/manchester

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By *hrisinparisMan
over a year ago

lincs

Love these stories

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By *lwaysHorny1000Woman
over a year ago

Gosport

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By *evil boy 49Man
over a year ago

Hitchin

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By *xbanana2Man
over a year ago

addlestone

I think you are truly gorgeous ??

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By *xbanana2Man
over a year ago

addlestone

Directed at always horny 1000

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By *lwaysHorny1000Woman
over a year ago

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"Directed at always horny 1000"

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By *ubway OP Man
over a year ago

Bath

Chapter 6 – Part 4 – Going to a New Appointment

I got back to my flat in the evening, and after tea, I was excited to watch the video. One thing that bugged me from the meeting today, they had my first name but I didn’t get theirs. All I had was their surname, Mr & Mrs Bennet, from the address to order videos.

Anyway, I sat on the couch naked, tissues ready. The first film was a couple having normal sex. It started in a kitchen then they moved into the living room, but it was really nothing special, just fucking and sucking, but it made me rock hard as it was an amateur film with real people. I was able to imagine and relate to what they were doing far better than those professional sex actors. That and the fact that I was stroking and edging all the time.

The next film was more interesting. It was the same woman, but a different man as the husband, and he was a cuckold. The bull however was the same man as the one in the previous film. The wife made fun of her husband and the fact that he always seemed to have a cock that looked like a small acorn. The story went along the lines that he wanted his wife to have fun with a man who was bigger than him and was more confident in bed. The Bull on the other hand took great pride in making the husband character feel small and insignificant.

I was wanking and edging, watching and enjoying what the bull made the husband do, and then, dammit, the phone rang.

I paused the video and answered. I was a little shocked and surprised by who called. It was Mr Bennet. After brief pleasantries, he quickly asked.

“Have you watched the tape I gave you?”

I looked at the time and then the TV. “Yes Sir, but only the first two films. I have only just started because I didn’t ………”

“So you like them?” He interrupted me. I heard whispering, before he asked, “Did you like the cuckold film?”

I thought about what I was going to say, before I revealed to him. “Yes Sir, the cuckold couple. It was ……….”

There it was again. Whispering, before he asked. “What in the film did you like?”

An easy question. “I liked the way the husband was humiliated, and especially the way he had to watch his wife have sex with another man. I thought it was ……..”

“Did you like the way the husband was made to do homosexual acts? It’s ok you can tell me.”

I wasn’t going to tell him any such thing, especially as I was sat there, naked, with my cock in my hand and a box of tissues next to me. Before I could speak he added.

“I am in the porn business, so it’s ok to tell me. Think of it as a survey. Did you the gay part turn you on? Well?”

I lied. “I haven’t had the chance to get to that part yet Sir. But I have no problem with what yo cal the gay part Sir. I don’t think it is gay at all if the husband is told to do it Sir, it is more subservient ………….”

His habit of interrupting continued. This time he just gave me a hotel name, a date and a time. We were to meet there because the bar would not be too crowded so we can chat and have a drink.

He continued, “As we spoke about today, we want to go through the sort of things you want in your video.” More whispering, “And if you have any special submissive clothing or toys. Bring them with you to show us.”

That was odd I thought, and then those damn nerves kicked in again. The date and time he gave me were ok, easy for me to make, but then I thought about why I had to bring special clothing or toys. I looked at my bedroom door and thought of my new plug.

“Ok Sir, yes I think that would be good, but why should I bring toys, surely if I ………..?”

“You have a fertile mind. We want to know if you are calling on your imagination or if it’s from experience. You can show us the sorts of toys you own as a sub, and have in mind for the film. We want to make sure our actors are comfortable with them.”

I thought a moment. I repeated the hotel name, date and time and agreed to meet him.

He said “See you then. Enjoy the film,” then he hung up.

I was left sat there, naked and cold, with the phone in my hand and a flicking screen of porn on the TV, wondering just what I have let myself in for. The date was in a couple of days’ time, so I thought about how I would prepare for the meeting and what I would say. I was about to unfreeze the video and get back to the matter in hand but I called Ruth instead. I had to tell her what just happened and get her advice.

* * * * *

It was the late afternoon on the day of the meeting. After work I went straight back to the flat and had a shower, making sure I was clean, smelling nice but also that I had a smoothly shaved cock and ball. Well, I felt that I had to. This was pretty much my normal procedure now before meeting a Dom.

As for toys and clothing, I put both the pink silicone and my new cock looking butt plugs into my briefcase, together with my cock rings and new leather strap. I also took one of Ruth’s vibrators as well as her black cock looking dildo. With Ruth’s advice, as well as the toys I also packed her collar and cuffs.

I dressed smartly and stood in front of the mirror and saw what I wanted the others to see, a submissive who was wanting to impress during a meeting.

I thought getting a taxi was easier tonight especially if I have a drink. The hotel was on the outskirts of Reading on the road to Newbury so not too expensive. Time to go.

* * * * *

I was dropped off in the car park and walked to reception carrying my briefcase. I looked like I wanted to, a young man going for a business meeting.

Inside the hotel, I stood, looked around then walked to the reception. The desk was manned by a young lady, but to the side, there was a casually dressed man sat in one of the armchairs reading a newspaper. He dropped the paper and looked up at me. It was Mr Bennet.

I changed direction and walked over to him, the lady at the desk stopped looking at me and went back to occupying herself behind the desk.

“Good evening Sir. How are you?”

“Good. We have much to discuss.” He got up, folded and dropped the paper onto the small table.

“Lets go.”

He walked over to the double doors to where I thought the bar was, but once we walked through, he stood in front of the elevator and looked at me.

I was a little puzzled, but not really shocked. Ruth and I had talked about what might happen so I was sort of prepared for this. He started small talk about the traffic in Reading and how easy it was to get to the hotel, then as the doors closed he changed the subject.

“How do you feel, oh, and good idea to put your things in the briefcase.”

“Yes Sir, I have a vibrator and dildos, and things that I usually wear when I am in the service of…..”

He laughed, as I was getting a little annoyed that he kept cutting me off as I spoke.

“We are going to room. Inside, I want you to dress as you do when with your Master. I want to see what you wear.”

Even though I was feeling a little worried, I had dropped my bravado and went to being a sub in the presence of a Dom. On the third floor, he exited the lift first and walked to the far end of the corridor. He opened the door, smiled at me and went in. I followed.

In the room, I was unsure what was going to happen. Did I really want to go through with this?

As I entered the room, my question was answered. I saw Mrs Bennet sat on the edge of bed watching the TV. She looked over at me and switched the TV sound off. She shuffled back on the bed and then laid down and stretched out raising and bending one of her knees.

She was wearing a very flimsy see through negligee, and to me, dressed like that, she looked gorgeous. Her natural looking boobs with slightly hard nipples were just visible through the sheer material of the negligee. Her small panties were also through, and I could just see a small blonde pubic bush press against the material. She stretched that made her long legs look so sexy. She looked at me and smiled as she caught me staring at her, which made my cock unfold a little in my underwear.

“Well?” her husband shouted at me.

I snapped out of my trance, and quickly looked round the room to where he was standing, unbuttoning his shirt. I eagerly started to strip off where I stood. I had removed my trousers and socks but stopped at the last button of my shirt.

“Once you are ready, get in the corner, sub” he said pointing to the corner of the room next to the two-seater sofa.

I smiled inwardly because he didn’t sound as convincing as Bob as a Dominant, but before I stripped further I asked, picking up my briefcase, “Could I use the bathroom please, there are some things I have to do to get ready Sir?”

He looked at his wife, and so did I. She had now rolled sideways, the negligee dropped open to show off the tops of her panties and tummy. She rested her head in her hand as she watched me strip. Nodding to her husband he said with a quick lift of his head, “Yes, go.”

I rushed in and closed the bathroom door. I heard muffled murmurs of them talking as I stripped off my remaining clothes, but as I stood to look at myself in the mirror, I took a deep breath and tried to calm my heartbeat to a more acceptable pace. Once the heat had left my face, I opened my briefcase next to the sink.

I was nervous, so my cock was still soft-ish, but it had got a little thicker after having seen Mrs Bennet, so I decided it was easier to put the leather cock ring and restraint on first. I left it on the largest size popper stud around my cock purely because it was more comfortable.

Then I looked at the plugs. I was confident that I could quickly put the silicon plug in, so I ran some water and soaped up my bum.

I was still a little tight going in, but after a bit of relaxing and shoving, it eventually slid in. I washed everything one more time, dried myself, and did a quick sniff test under my arms.

Looking at myself, I finally put the wrist and ankle cuffs on and once happy, I opened the door. They were both laying on the bed now, and they both looked at me as I walked over to the corner Mr Bennet had pointed to. I knelt, with head down, legs open and hands palms on my knees, facing the bed.

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Chapter 6 – Part 5 – In the Hotel Room Pt 1

Ruth had taught me that sub pose. With my legs open, I was able to show both of them with pride, my restrained but eager hard cock. My hands, palms up on my knees, showing that I was available to do anything they told me to do.

I watched Mr Bennet’s naked hairy legs and feet stroll past me and I heard him sit on the sofa opposite the bed. I didn’t move until he spoke.

“Look up.” I did as he said and looked at him.

He sat sideways on to me, naked, legs open facing the bed, and I could just see his semi hard cock and balls nestled in a hairy bush of pubic hair. “Do you have a sub name?” He asked.

I didn’t look at his wife just yet even though she was moving. I wanted to, but I didn’t want to be disrespectful.

As I thought about what to say, I remembered what Bob had taught me.

“Some names have a great deal of power if spoken with aggression and Dominance. Being called belittling names like boy, bitch, slut, sissy, whore, faggot, in fact anything that degrades you in the company of a dominant will be a turn on for you.”

So true, but this felt different. I had never been asked or even had to pick a name before now. It was actually quite a difficult thing to do because the Dominant usually starts calling me that name from the start.

“Generally, I am called boy, Sir.” I said quietly, dropping my head, like I was embarrassed telling him. It was a gamble, and a name that I thought would be acceptable to them. For me, it was my test because I didn’t know what to expect from these people.

I was distracted as I watched him hold his soft floppy cock in his hand and gently wiggle and stroke it. He asked.

“Do you know what is happening here today boy?

I looked at Mrs Bennet and then back at him. I took an educated guess that these two were not proper Dominants and everything that happened today was something of an experiment for them. Knowing this, I was a little concerned and wary that things could go wrong for me here.

“I, I don’t really know Sir.” I replied, “I am simply responding to your commands. It is something that I have been trained to do Sir.”

His wife sat up and swung her legs over to the side of the bed, facing her husband. As they smiled at each other, I quickly looked down watched her feet with red painted toenails as she stood and then walked past me.

I heard her rummage in a bag over at the other side of the room, so I looked up slightly to see what she was doing.

Mr Bennet resumed speaking. “Well, you can think of this as an assessment, a sort of test. We have had some experience with subs, but what you proposed in your letter, was, well let’s say, very intriguing and, we think dirty and depraved.”

Mrs Bennet walked back to her husband, holding a brown plastic bag. I watched her hold it open for him as he extracted a collar and silver chain link lead.

* * * * *

Now if, as you read this, you have had any D/s experience, you will know that collars are something that need to be carefully chosen.

I was taught that the collar is a symbol of subservience. During parties or events with others, it is a sign, that the Dom wants everyone to know that the sub is not available, for whatever reason, without the Dom’s permission. Bob told me that it can also be thought of by the sub, as a sort of engagement ring that the Dom gives to the sub to wear.

For the sub, well it gets them into a mindset that it is going to be used or played with by the Dom. Ruth had one, given to her by Bob, but I still hadn’t met anyone who wanted to collar me for their own; just yet anyway.

As for this evening, I didn’t believe that they wanted to collar me as theirs, at this stage of the meeting, and I saw it simply as a sign that they wanted some sort of BDSM play.

* * * * *

Mr Bennet was undoing the buckle of the collar as he said.

“Before we go through what I want from you, you will call me Master. My wife, you will call Mistress. So, boy, tell us your limits.”

I looked at him as I replied.

“Yes Sir. If I may? I am not into scat, or blood and I would prefer not to have welts from caning because……..”

“Is a riding crop ok?” He interrupted once more

“Yes Sir, but again, no welts please Sir.”

His wife was sat on the side of the bed facing her husband. She was looking at him, as she undid the lace bow holding the negligee closed. She let the see-through top drop from her shoulders as she pushed her chest out, to show off her soft hanging breasts, and hard nipples. She was teasing her husband and wow, they looked so suckable.

She looked over at me to check if I was watching, then stood up and walked over to me. She bent down and holding my chin up, blew into my eyes, then gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. Her perfume filled my nose as she lifted her chest, wiping my face between her low hanging breasts.

“What do you think about water sports?” she whispered into my ear.

She stood up. I looked at her as she lifted one leg then the other to remove her panties. She stood hands on hips, totally naked in front of me, once again showing off her body for me to admire. I couldn’t help but look at her brown wispy haired pubic bush and the crease of her sex that showed just the tiniest glimpse of her pussy lips.

I answered, hungrily staring and studying her body. She was not as tall as I thought, about 5 foot something. I could clearly see darker roots in her shoulder length blonde hair. Her shoulders and chest was tanned with freckles but I could clearly see where her bikini had covered her. Her breasts and crotch were white compared to the rest of her body. Her tummy had a crinkled look, with a small overhang which led to that small brown bush.

“I have not really had any experience of drinking pee Mistress.” I looked into her studying eyes.

“But I have sucked on a cock that had a slight pee smell.” I said, hoping to make up for any disappointment.

“Good.” She said walking back over to her husband, sitting next to him on the sofa.

“Get over here boy.” Mr Bennet said.

I crawled on all fours, over to a position that was in front of them, then sat back on my heels looking only at his cock and her pussy.

I watched in fascination as she opened her legs, lifted and rested her right foot on the sofa. She was opened wide enough that I could now see the red lips of her sex sticking out. I swallowed as Mr Bennet reached over and rested his hand over her bush. Then, he parted her pussy lips with his fingers and gently rubbed his middle finger over her clit and crinkly hole. She looked quite wet already.

While he was gently fingering her gorgeous vagina I noticed his normal looking and average sized hardening cock, his foreskin looked loose and wrinkled. It looked lazily open where I could just see his cock head and pee hole. His balls, looked big and heavy in a thin veiny pink bag, showing off their shape and size.

Mrs Bennet looked at me, smiling. She liked the way I was looking at his fingers touching her, but she wasn’t bothered by his clumsy stroking, like she was used to it and not fussed at all.

That was until he started to push the tip of his middle finger inside her. Her face showed her reaction to what he was doing down there. She closed her eyes and made a low moaning noise, opening her legs a little more to give him better access.

Mr Bennet was watching me stare at his fingering. “You like to watch. Boy?”

Before I could answer. “Get closer. Yes that’s it. Closer. Closer. I said Closer boy.” he raised his voice which made me shuffle forward on my knees. I bent forward, resting on my hands.

“Get your nose nearly touching my fingers boy. Yes. Better.”

“Now, isn’t that a gorgeous wet pussy boy?” I nodded as he spread and held her open.

“Yes Master.” I replied mesmerised by her open sex.

I noticed out of the corner of my eye, that his cock was now very hard and erect, as his fingers were getting soaked while rubbing her clit and lips.

She opened her eyes, looked at him as she reached out and gripped her husband’s cock.

“Make him suck your cock hun.” she said, gently wanking him.

He let go of her pussy and wiped his wet fingers in my hair. She closed her legs and watched as he tapped my head with his palm, guiding me to position myself in front of him. He looked me in the eyes.

“You heard my wife boy. She wants me to make you suck me.”

He sat forward in his seat, pushing his hard cock on to my mouth, squashing his foreskin against my lips. This first touch and smell was very erotic. His cock was about 6 or 7 inches long, but not very thick. I thought it would easily fit into a toilet roll.

Mrs Bennet began eagerly wiping her husband’s cock along and over my lips so I opened my mouth, thinking it was what they wanted to see. The feeling of his soft rubbery foreskin brush my lips was amazing, but he very quickly slapped my head.

“Ah. Ah . Ah. You suck when I tell you to boy. Keep that mouth of yours closed.”

I closed my mouth.

Now, I was feeling like a true sub. I was on my knees, a Doms cock pressed against my lips, commanded not to suck him to tease me and make me feel obedient. His wife was watching me, holding and playing with her husband’s cock, wiping his cock head over my face to humiliate and degrade me.

Perhaps this pair might be what I was looking for.

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Chapter 6 – Part 6 – In the Hotel Room Pt 2

I looked into Mrs Bennet’s eyes. She smiled at me with an evil narrow eyed look. She was loving the situation I was in as she continued to rub her husband’s hard cock all over my face. She bunched his foreskin over his cock head and dragged the loose skin over my eyes, nose and lips.

It was clear that she wanted to humiliate me.

“Slowly now, open your mouth, I want to see you suck my husband’s penis. I want to see another man suck him.”

I glanced at Mr Bennet, not knowing if I should do as she said, especially after he told me he was going to make me suck him for her. He raised his eyebrows as if to say, “well, what are you waiting for?”

I did as she said. I opened my mouth.

“Yes that’s it. Oooooo, you dirty little whore. You want this big penis don’t you.” Mrs Bennet said as she laid the tip of his cock my tongue. “Now close. Yes that’s it, yes, and now suck it.”

His cock was rock hard. All I could do was to search out his pee hole inside his foreskin covered cock head with my tongue, and then suck what she had put into my mouth.

There was nothing but fascination in her face. All the time she watched me, holding his cock, she talked to her husband.

“Make him suck you hun, make him suck your penis.”

She let go of him as he reached for the back of my head with both hands, and slowly pulled me onto him.

As I said, his cock was rock solid. There was no possibility of any bend or squeezing him with my iips. He was really turned on as he pulled my head closer and closer to his crotch.

I relaxed, letting him guide himself all the way into my mouth, but he didn’t stop. He kept pulling me, and he had already reached my throat. His cock wasn’t that long, but he was so hard, and he was now forcing himself and it was getting uncomfortable. I tried to tilt my head a little so I could at least make it fit, but he held me tight in his hands.

“That’s it little bitch, all the way. Yessss.”

Mr Bennet gripped my head tightly, my nose squashed into his pubic hair, his balls pressed on my chin. My eyes bulged as he forced as much as he could in to my mouth. His cock was now forced all the way into my mouth and throat making me gag and about to vomit.

“Oh fuck.” Mrs Bennet sounded shocked and started laughing.

I coughed. I couldn’t breath. This was too much too soon. I was going to be sick and automatically put my hands up to his legs. I was about to push him away when he released me.

I spluttered and coughed, my head bowed down. I wiped some dribble from my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Not a deep throater then are you boy.” Mr Bennet laughed with his wife as he ruffled my hair with the palm of one hand. “Go. Have a drink of water.”

He pointed to a bottle and glass on the table. I turned and crawled over to the table, poured myself a drink, but it was fizzy water, and it made me wince as the bubbles exploded on my abused throat.

“Now get back over here.” He commanded. I took another sip, swallowed and crawled back.

Back in front of them, Mrs Bennet had resumed stroking her husband, his cock now wet with spit.

“Not very good.” He said, gripping my chin and looking me in the eyes, “Don’t worry, we won’t be doing that again for a while.”

He must have seen relief in my face as he released my chin and pulled my head once more to his crotch.

“Now. Let’s see you suck properly.”

Mrs Bennet let go of him as I kissed the tip of his cock, directly onto his pee hole. Then with pursed lips, I pushed onto him, letting his cock spear into my mouth. I sucked on him as more and more pushed between my lips. I was going to do this properly. I was going to worship his cock like a true sub and make sure his wife enjoyed what she wanted to happen.

“Yes. Suck him.” Mrs Bennet said as I felt a nudge to Mr Bennet’s body. She sat hip to hip to her husband and caressed his chest as she talked to both of us. They were both watching me.

“Does it feel the same as when I do it?” she asked him.

“It’s different.” He replied, pulling his foreskin back inside my mouth letting me feel his naked cock head with my tongue for the first time.

“Better?” she asked, “Different how?”

“Well, when you suck me, that is love. When we have sex, we make love.” He turned to her as she leaned in for a kiss. “Your blowjobs are mind blowing,” he continued, “You know I love it when you suck me. That feeling of my wife loving my cock is so hot.”

I listened to him thinking, that was just what she wanted to hear. He was turning himself on more and more as he explained to his wife because his cock twitched and expanded in my mouth.

“This sissy bitch is sucking my cock to get me ready. He is nothing but a fluffer.”

In my mind, I was reassured that this was my place on earth. They both laughed, but I could tell she was fascinated by her tone and questions.

“What’s he doing, tell me.”

“Well, he is sucking me. And now he is licking and pushing his tongue into my japs eye.”

She reached down, held the base of his cock and put her other hand on my cheek. She then moved him in my mouth so that his cock pressed and rubbed inside my cheek but against her palm.

Feeling his cock in my mouth, she looked back at him and smiled. It was obvious that she was loving this. All I could do was to follow her lead and let her play.

She let go of him. “Suck on that big penis you little bitch. Suck him. Suck my husband’s big long penis.” She said to me.

I noticed that she never described his cock as cock. I think she just loved saying the word penis. For her, it was dirtier in her mind if a man’s sexual organ was described more formally. It made the act of what I was being made to do even more erotic. I was sucking on her husband’s penis. Her husband’s penis that she has inside her when they make love. When her vagina sucks and slides on his penis. When they fuck.

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Chapter 6 – Part 6 – In the Hotel Room Pt 3

I did as she said and sucked him. His hand was gone from my head so I was free to use my mouth more enthusiastically. I remember playing with his loose foreskin to start with, but since Mrs Bennet held and played with him, it was now getting more difficult because the harder he got, the tighter he got.

I circled his covered cock head with my tongue, but because he was so hard and really so tight, I had to use my fingers to gently pull his foreskin back. I licked all around his now smooth mushroom cock head glancing up to see if she was watching everything I did to him.

He couldn’t help himself, and jerked his hips. He started to fuck my mouth with small strokes making my sucking noisy with slobbering and suction sounds.

He pulled back nearly all the way out of my mouth to let me suck on his cock tip, smiling and showing off to his wife. She clapped her hands and made squealing noises of glee, enjoying watching me suck him.

“Shall we show him?” He asked his wife.

“Yesssss.” She eagerly answered, rising from the sofa and jumping onto the bed.

He pulled out of my mouth completely and pushed me out of the way. I watched him get up waving his hard-wet cock and there was Mrs Bennet, laying on her back, her legs stretched out and slightly open.

As he stood at the end of the bed, holding and presenting his stiff cock at her, she slid her feet to her bum lifting her knees. He stared and smiled as she opened her pussy with her fingers, and showed him just how wet she was already.

He looked over at me kneeling by the sofa and pointed at the floor next to him.

“Get over here.” He ordered.

I crawled over to him and sat on my heels by his legs, looking obediently at his cock.

He looked down at me. “Is she wet enough for me?”

I looked over at Mrs Bennets pussy. Wow she certainly looked wet. Her little wisps of pubic hair looked matted in her wet mushy pussy lips.

“Don’t just look.” He said as he slapped my head, “get in there and stick your tongue in her.”

I crawled onto the bed laid on my stomach, her pussy right in front of my face. I could feel the heat of her sex and then I got a nose full of her scent.

I pursed my lips and pushed my mouth into her pussy to give her a gentle kiss. OMG she was so wet. My kiss ended up with my mouth getting covered with her wetness. I stuck my tongue into her and couldn’t help swallowing some of her juice as I sucked on one of her lips

Then a hand pushed my head into her sex and her legs trapped and squeezed me.

My face was now squashed into her soft soaking and gooey pussy. All I could do was suck, lick and swallow. She was so wet my face was covered. All I could do was feel the vibrations of Mrs Bennet moaning and mumbling, talking to her husband.

Just as I was getting into sucking her wet vagina, my bum received a loud and smarting smack.

Her legs released me. “Get out of the way.” I heard Mr Bennet say.

I rolled over to the side and off the bed and without him seeing, I wiped my face quickly on the bed spread, then resumed a kneeling position looking at them sideways on.

He knelt on the bed, lifted her legs and put her heels onto his shoulders. He pointed his cock directly at her pussy then wiped his cock head into and around her lips, lubricating himself ready to fuck.

He stretched his legs out pushed very slowly and easily slid into her. I got a very good view of his cock entering her because he pushed legs back towards her head lifting her hips.

I watched his cock gradually disappear. She moaned and grabbed the bed sheet with her fist as he sank deeper into her vagina. He stopped when he was all the way inside her. Then slowly drew back and then started to fuck her.

I was left kneeling by the bed watching him slowly push in and out of her, and after several strokes, she looked over at me and asked her husband to make sure I was watching. He looked at me.

“Get over here boy.”

I knelt on the bed beside them not knowing where he wanted me. He stopped his fucking and tilted his body to his right slightly, making sure that I could see everything.

“Get your face in there. Watch, don’t touch.”

He resumed fucking, but now I was able to see up close how his hard cock slid in and out of her pussy. It was like they wanted me to learn how a couple fuck. I stared, and quickly gave my hard little dicklet a squeeze. They didn’t notice but it was a relief to touch myself as I watched him enjoy her vagina on his cock.

He started to fuck her a little faster, her continuous ecstatic moaning was louder with each deep thrust. I was really turned on, I wanted to touch myself again as my little dicklet twitched.

“mmmm, MMM, mmmmmm, MMM, yes hun, yessss, Ohhhhhhhhhh, mmmmm, MMM, mmmm.”

He was really fucking her now, my head getting tapped by his hips with each stroke. Her pussy was making sloppy sucking sounds and it looked so juicy, messy but gorgeous. I noticed his cock was getting white bits on it with each dip into her.

All of a sudden, he withdrew his cock, and wiped himself on my face. He made sure his cock head wiped over my mouth and cheeks, then he pushed back inside her again.

“Taste her fucked cunt, sub.” He said to me as he gave her one hard deep thrust He then kept perfectly still but Mrs Bennet gave herself little fuck movements, wanting him to keep going. I licked my lips.

“Don’t just enjoy it you little bitch, show her. Show my wife you love having her pussy juice on your lips.”

I turned and was about to slide up the bed and do as he said when he shouted. “Wait. Get over here.”

He withdrew from her one more time and waved his cock in my face. “Close your mouth.”

He then wiped his cock over my lips and chin. “Now, go and show her.”

As I slid up the bed to look into her eyes, he pushed back into her again and gave her a couple of strokes before stopping to watch me.

Before she turned her head to look at me, I noticed her face was flushed red, as she made moaning and puffing noises. She then turned to look at me through squinting eyes, her concentration was clearly on working towards her orgasm.

I lifted my head to show her my wet mouth.

“Now taste her. Lick your lips. Show her just how lovely her fucked pussy tastes.”

Hearing that, her eyes lids closed and she tilted her head back, a small orgasm gripped her body.

“Nnnnnnnngggggg,” she moaned, lifting her hips for her husband to fuck her harder.

I crawled back to my watching position, but was barely able to see anything because he was fucking her so furiously now.

I looked up at him just as he glanced down at me. I could see in his squinting eyes, that making me watch them fuck was turning him on. He was squinting because he sweat was stinging his eyes.

Mr Bennet fucked her vigorously a few more times. After each couple of thrusts, he pulled out again and wiped his cock on my face. He did this several times, each time he did, I couldn’t help licking my lips as I tasted Mrs Bennet’s juicy fucked pussy.

Then he made one more really deep push inside her that made her grip the sheets.

She lifted her hips, pushing onto her husband and started shaking.

“Mmmmmm, nnnnnnnggggg.”

She looked so sexy as she orgasmed.

Mr Bennet held her hips, trying to push his cock as deep into as he could, but he was struggling with her shaking body.

“Want to suck her cunt?” Mr Bennet said to me with an evil grin. He let go and pulled out of her, his hard-wet cock now waving in the air. I noticed his cock was wet and blotchy with white bits all over it.

I looked at her clenching pussy. The need to suck her was indeed something that was on my mind.

He grabbed my head and pushed my face between her legs.

“Suck her. Suck my wife’s cunt. Clean up her cum.”

But then she shuddered and shook, clenched the sheets with her fists, and arched her back. She closed her legs, bashing my chin with her knee. I couldn’t do what he wanted me to, so I looked at him.

Mr Bennet grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs open. He then pushed my head directly into her soaking wet pussy.

I immediately felt her hands on my forehead, trying to push me away. She tried to roll sideways ut Mr Bennet held her legs open.

My face was now soaking and slimy wet with pussy juice, her smell was all over me. I stuck my tongue out to push it inside her but she was still cumming and squeezing her hole open and closed. I sucked and swallowed as much of her wetness as fast as I could, then she came again squeezing my head between her legs so tight that she was suffocating me and hurting my ears.

She was bucking and struggling, trying desperately to push my head out of her sensitive sex, but now I held onto her thighs, just so that I could suck and lick her pussy as I was told to do.

She was practically screaming between puffs of air. “Nooooooo, stop, stop. Wait, noooooooo. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Nooooooooo, Nnnnnnnnnggggg. Stopppppp. Oh, Oh. Oooooohhhhhh. Nnnnnggggg.”

Suddenly a hand on the back of my neck tried to pull me, but I was stuck by her gripping thighs. She was in a full massive orgasm and I couldn’t move.

I waited till I felt her loosen her grip for a second, then I quickly lifted my head, just as Mr Bennet pushed me out of the way.

“Get into your corner.” He commanded.

I crawled off the bed and back to the corner of the room, turned then looked at them both.

His wife was curled up laying still. Her whole body totally limp after cumming so much. He laid on the bed next to her, his hand in hers. He looked over at me.

“Go clean yourself up sub”, he said to me.

I crawled to the bathroom and once inside I stood to look at myself in the mirror. My neck, shoulders and ears were all red, my face glistened with wetness and my hair and sideburns matted together.

I ran the tap and once warm started, I splashed my face over and over again then used the towel. All I was thinking when I was washing, was the image of her wet pulsing pussy and his hard cock and balls.

I looked at my cock and cock ring. I was still very hard, and the rings were doing their job of making my dicklet uncomfortable and stick out to attention. It showed that I was very receptive to their playing.

I knelt down and crawled back into the bedroom and headed back to my comer. I saw Mr Bennet drinking a glass of wine as he watched me. He was gently stroking his hard cock, and after nudging his wife, she looked up at me as I crawled past the bed.

She reached over to hold her husband’s cock, and he removed his hand to let her hold him.

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By *hrisinparisMan
over a year ago

lincs

Wow! Such a good Story

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By *lwaysHorny1000Woman
over a year ago

Gosport

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By *laveboy1Man
over a year ago

yeovil

Shame I'm to old for you

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over a year ago

huddersfield/manchester

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over a year ago

Great story

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By *ark_sentinelCouple
over a year ago

Andover

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By *ubway OP Man
over a year ago

Bath

Chapter 6 – Part 6 – In the Hotel Room Pt 4

“Get over there and admire my husband’s penis.” She said to me pointing to his side of the bed. I crawled over to position myself and, sitting back on my heels, looked at his solid looking cock in her hand. She pulled his foreskin back then let go of him, letting his cock stand hard and proud, twitching every so often as I starred at it.

Mrs Bennet shifted her position and laid on her stomach, legs waving in the air behind her. Her head was directly in line and level with his thighs and cock, but she was now looking directly at me.

“Get up here. I want to watch you fluff him again. I want to see you suck on my husband’s penis.” She glanced up at her husband with widened her eyes, then back at me. It was obvious that she found this a real turn on.

“And don’t use your hands, I want to see you suck him not play with him. I want to see you make it all wet with your mouth.”

I got onto the bed and knelt beside his waist to position myself to give him oral worship. She smiled as she stroked the length of his thigh, then held his cock and pointed it to my lips. As she leaned it towards me, she rolled his foreskin back, covering his cock head.

“If you are good, you will get to suck the bare head of his penis, and lick it with your tongue.” As she spoke, I thought that her tone was changing. It was like she was really getting into the dominant role now, and that she saw me as nothing but a sissy faggot cock sucker.

Mr Bennet made his cock throb and look even harder in her hand. His engorged cock head now stretched his foreskin even tighter. She smiled at him and couldn’t help herself, she leaned over and kissed the tip of his cock and mashed her lips onto his crinkly loose foreskin, before once more pointing him towards me, touching my lips.

“Doesn’t my husband’s penis look gorgeous?” She asked, as she admired it in her hand. “Lick it, mmmmmmm. Yessss. Tell me, what is it about his penis that makes you want to suck him? What makes you, a man, want to suck on my man’s penis?”

I glanced at her and then up at him. He had his hands behind his head looking down at me, smiling proudly as he made his cock twitch in her hand. I replied looking into her eyes.

“It’s not a gay thing Mistress. It’s just that, I have been taught that some men are alpha males, dominants, and they deserve to treated with respect and admired by men like me.”

I gave his cock a few more little licks making sure I didn’t touch her fingers with my tongue. She watched in fascination, and assisted my worship by waving him around, loving the fact that I was hungrily trying to lick him as she kept moving it just out of my reach.

“So that makes you a faggot?” She stated, leaning forward to kiss his cock again.

“If that’s what you want to call me Mistress, that is fine, but it is just part of being a submissive. It’s a respect thing Mistress, and sucking ………….”

“But it’s another man’s penis.” She interrupted me sounding a little bit disgusted. “Look at it faggot.” She waved him at me. “Do you want to suck it when it is soft as well, or does it always have to be hard? Oooohh, have you sucked a piss smelling penis? Like sucking him after he has had a piss?”

Her questions were really belittling, and it was turning me on. “My husband’s lovely long thick hard penis.” She kissed it again. “You have seen how he fucks me.” She then lifted his balls with both hands and gently fondled them, watching how they moved and slid around in their crinkled bag. She weighed them in her palm, admiring his twitching cock. She then looked at me, bent down and planted a kiss to each ball. She leaned back and still looking at me, gave me instructions.

“Here, hold them. Feel how heavy they are.” She motioned with her head for me to do as I was told. She then offered them to me as I cupped my hands under hers. She opened them and lowered his balls. “Mmmmmmm, yes that’s right. You know what to do. So, do it.”

I held her husband’s balls and I could feel how heavy they were. I cautiously touched myself, because I had to compare them with my scrunched up little ball. His ball bag was slowly tightening and I was obligated to admire them. I looked at Mrs Bennet as I kissed Mr Bennet’s cock head, then respectively kissed each ball just as she did.

She rolled onto her side, propping her head up with her hand. She tapped her pussy, then her stomach. “Look at me. Did you know my husband has fucked two gorgeous babies into me.”

I looked at her pussy and stomach and back to his manhood.

“Pay respects to his baby making balls you little sissy.” Her manner was really getting harsh. I thought she was totally getting into her dominant role. The way she ordered me to kiss his balls, she almost spat her contempt at me. I sort of enjoyed her verbal abuse, but then, she glanced between my legs at my hard cock and pointed.

“Haaa. Look at them. They look so small. Your little ball bag is so shrunken and crinkled.” She laughed. “Do you even have balls?” She looked at her husband, and he started to giggle. “Show me. Show me your useless sissy balls you dirty little fucking faggot.”

Mr Bennet now sat up so I had to move out of the way. He shuffled up the bed to rest his back on the headboard, smiling at how his wife was taking charge. I could see that he was showing real interest in what his wife wanted me to do. Then she too moved up and joined him, sitting beside him at the top of the bed.

They kissed each other as she reached out and held his cock, wiggling it at me. When they sat back, she stroked him, maintaining his hardness. I knelt on the bed at the end of the bed, in front of them then opened my legs, my hands on my legs, palms up. My hard cock was now on full display.

Mrs Bennet stretched her leg out and swiped my pointing cock with her foot.

“I can’t see your balls faggot. Come on now. Show off for us. Show us what you have. Go on. Don’t be shy.” She looked at her husband, then back at me. “I can see in your eyes that you admire my husband’s penis and balls.”

They could see that I was smaller in size compared to Mr Bennet, so this humiliation was not new to me. Even though I was comfortable with who and what I was, what they were making me do was a turn on.

I swallowed and leant back on my hands behind me on the bed. I awkwardly arched my back and pushed my hips out, so they could both see everything. It wasn’t an ideal position but I waited for their belittling comments.

“I can’t see a fucking thing.” Mr Bennet shouted at me. “Do it properly. If you are going to put on a show for us, get off the fucking bed.”

I did as he said, and stood at the bottom of the bed. I knew more commands were coming, so I waited.

Mrs Bennet started. “Come here, round my side of the bed.”

I started walking. “Stop.” She shouted. I stopped immediately. “Present yourself as you walk. Lift your penis and cup your balls. Yes, like that, but open your hand to show us what you have, yes, good, now walk over here.”

I walked over showing myself off. “Bend your knees, push your hips out. Yessss. Walk like that.” She laughed.

As I waddled, holding my cock and ball, I must have looked ridiculous. I did as they said because it was their way of showing me who was in charge. It was embarrassing.

I stood by her side of the bed holding myself as she looked and smiled at her husband. “I want to compare you with the sissy.”

Mr Bennet didn’t wait. He quickly straddled over his wife, got off the bed and stood next to me. I was still holding myself as instructed, while he stood with his hands on his hips, waving his hard cock at her.

“Turn and face each other.” She slid her legs over the side of the bed and put a hand on my bum cheek as I faced Mr Bennet. She squeezed my cheek and pulled me towards Mr Bennet. I shuffled closer.

“Let go of yourself sissy. Now, keep moving forward till……… Yes that’s it.” She smacked my bum

Our cocks were pointing at each other, now side by side almost touching. We both looked down and I could see the difference. Mr Bennet was smiling. He could also see he was longer, and a little thicker than me. Mrs Bennet encouraged me to shuffle forward a little bit more by squeezing my cheek until Mr Bennet’s cock touched my groin.

“There we are.” Mrs Bennet said proudly as she stood next to us then bent forward to look between our bodies. She reached out and gripped her husband’s cock, then held mine. She must have been comparing girth and length because when she let go, she stood up and gave her husband a big kiss.

She looked him in the eyes, deliberately rubbed her naked breasts against his arm and said. “See my love. Look. Look at his little penis.” She giggled as they both looked down between our legs.

She sat back down on the bed. “Face me.” She ordered.

We turned as Mrs Bennet rested our cocks in her open hands then, looking at me, leaned forward and kissed her husband’s foreskin covered cock head. “The longest penis gets a kiss.” Still keeping eye contact with me, she leaned forward and kissed it again, this time pushing her tongue into the crinkly folds of his foreskin and licking his pee hole. “The thickest penis gets a lick.”

She made weighing motions, alternating between us. She bent forward again and took his cock head into her mouth and sucked as she tapped mine up and down so that it wiggled.

“The heaviest penis gets a suck.” She said smiling at me, making me feeling inadequate.

I had not thought this was possible. All this time, it was my understanding that Mr Bennet was the dominant one, but Mrs Bennet was now very successfully tunnelling into my mind, embarrassing and humiliating me. I stood there, head down but glancing over at her sucking him.

He was rock hard and gently thrusting his hips but suddenly she sat back and smacked my cock. It wasn’t a very hard smack but that sharp touch was all it took to get my hard cock throbbing and twitching.

“The little cock gets a smack.” They both laughed as Mr Bennet did the same and smacked my wobbling hard on. I flinched because his smack was a little harder than hers.

Mrs Bennet then reached and cupped her hands to lift our balls. “Lift up.” She said, meaning we had to lift our cocks out of the way.

As we did, she looked disappointed. I was personally relieved to see that we were both turned on so much that our ball bags were tight and pulled up. Mr Bennet’s ball bag though, was not as tight as mine, so she was able to trace the outline each ball with her fingers, but all she could do with mine was to prod my very tight crinkled lump under my cock.

Not deterred, she grabbed hold of her husband’s cock, lifted and kissed it and announced. “The winner.”

They both laughed as she looked at me and said, pointing at the floor. “Kneel.”

I quickly did as she said. “Take his penis in your mouth. Now, suck it. Your mouth is a pussy. Suck him like you want him to cum and you want to drink it.”

I knelt down as he turned to me. I did as she said. I opened my mouth, then moved forward, feeling the heat and thickness of his hard cock as it touched my lips and slid in. I took as much of him in my mouth before it touched the back of my throat, then stopped and tightened my lips around him.

I sucked on his cock. I didn’t move at all, I just sucked. Only my jaw moved as I sucked like a baby milking a mother’s breast. I rubbed my tongue back and forth under his cock against his big vein with my tongue, feeling how big he was. Then I go his taste as I swallowed some of my saliva.

I pulled back maintaining my suction, my cheeks pulled in as his cock slid out of my mouth. I stopped short, keeping his cock head just inside my mouth, then relaxed my sucking. Instead, I flicked my tongue into and over his pee hole, and played with the loose skin of his foreskin.

I concentrated on playing with it. It was something that I had to do, something that I was taught to do. A sub was born to worship it’s dom’s cock. So I made a big thing of playing with his foreskin. I licked it, stuck my tongue under it so that I licked his cock head, then I sucked on it. I sucked and then pulled the little bit of loose skin flowering at the tip of his cock. I could feel the softness and folds and swallowed and tasted his cock once more.

He looked down at me, gently bucking his hips, obviously enjoying my sucking mouth. I worked back and forth on his very hard cock, sucking him, building him to orgasm.

“Yessssss. Mmmmmmmm, keep going, get him close.” She said while lifting and resting her foot on the bed and fingering her pussy.

Mr Bennet bucked his hips, making small thrusts, with just a bit more than his cock head fucking my mouth, encouraging me to milk him.

She looked up at her husband. “Is he sucking properly hun? Are you gonna cum?”

He looked at her and then at me as he paused bucking his hips. He kept still. I automatically increased my suction and bobbing. His cock stretching my mouth. “He is doing ok. Do you want me to cum in his mouth?”

Mrs Bennet whispered in my ear. “Suck my husband’s penis. Show me that you respect my man and you are sucking the penis that has given me two lovely children.”

She grabbed my hair and her tone got more threatening.

“Suck it. Suck his …..…. cock. Work for it. Come on little sissy, you can do better with that hungry mouth. Think about it, worship it. Yesss that’s better.”

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By *enninemarkMan
over a year ago

huddersfield/manchester

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By *lwaysHorny1000Woman
over a year ago

Gosport

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By *ubway OP Man
over a year ago

Bath

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By *ubway OP Man
over a year ago

Bath

Ruth has added a chapter to my sub story. It describes how she and her Aunt Claire got intimate together and how she got onto the fetish scene with her husband Bob.

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By *imshardMan
over a year ago

kirkcaldy

More please

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