John stood at the door of Gina’s apartment, nervous about the prospect of the dinner. They’d only known each other for a few weeks, and yet a strange bond had developed almost from the beginning.
They first met at the coffee shop on the ground floor of his apartment block. Gina was a cold, blonde beauty, green eyes with a beautiful body. Although she was married, her bitchy, bossy attitude felt good to John, for some reason that he was unable to explain.
John didn’t want to admit it even to himself, but being bossed around turned him on a whole lot. He wanted to say, “No” when Gina told him what to do, but he never did. In fact, sometimes he said, “Yes, ma’am,” in a silly German accent, trying to make it sound as if he was mocking her, but somehow it never came out that way.
That’s why he was here now. Gina had ordered him to come over for dinner. John knocked a second time, wondering if she was home. Finally, she opened the door, an odd smile on her face.
“Go straight to my room.”
John started in the direction Gina indicated, a little unnerved that she hadn’t even said hello. When they got there, John looked around at an old metal frame double bed in the middle of the room and a shabby dresser off to the side. Other than a straight-back kitchen-type chair that’s all there was to the room.
“Put your stuff on the floor. I know it’s not as fancy as your place, but it’ll do.”
John started to protest that it was a nice room, when Gina said, “Take off your clothes.”
He couldn’t believe his ears. Was Gina out of her mind? He thought about getting his things and leaving. John’s trance was broken by Gina snapping her fingers loudly. “I said to take off your clothes. I want to have a talk with you and I want you to be naked while we talk. Now do it.”
John knew he should leave but instead he started unbuttoning his shirt. His cheeks were hot and he knew they must be bright red. After removing his shirt, he kicked off his shoes and slowly peeled his jeans down.
Standing red-faced in his boxers, he said, “This is enough, isn’t it? We can talk like this.”
Gina appeared to turn red with anger. “Either get those things off or get out of here and never come back!”
Startled, John quickly stripped off his boxers. He stood with one hand and arm trying valiantly to cover his cock and balls.
Gina let him stand like that for a few moments while she walked around him looking him over. She then pulled the chair up a few feet away from John and sat down.
“How do you feel right now?” she asked.
“Totally humiliated.”
“I’ll bet your little cock is get getting hard, though.” If possible, his blush got even redder. Gina continued, “You like being embarrassed and you love being bossed around. Isn’t that true?”
John couldn’t bring himself to answer since he had never even admitted those things to himself, let alone someone else.
But, Gina was insistent, “Isn’t that true?”
John lowered his head as he nodded. That wasn’t good enough for Gina, though.
“Say it. Out loud. I want to hear the words.”
John slowly moved his arms down to his sides and said, “Yes, I love it when you take charge and tell me what to do.”
“Go over to my dresser and fetch me my crop.”
When John stood before her with the riding crop, Gina smiled and said, “How long has it been since you’ve had a good whipping?”
John stammered, “Not since I was a child. Please don’t whip me hard, I don’t think I can take it.”
“Let’s find out how much you can take. Lay over my lap.”
As John placed himself over Gina’s legs, he had to admit to himself that he was more turned on than he had ever been. Gina put one arm over the small of his back and slowly massaged John’s ass cheeks.
Finally, she started whipping him slowly at first and then picking up tempo. After just a few moments, she was whipping John’s ass very hard, quickly turning it bright red. John was kicking his legs and moaning like a child.
Finally, she stopped and, grabbing a handful of his hair, stood him up and marched him to the corner. Gina told him to kneel there with his nose in the corner and his hands at his side without moving. John obeyed.
Crossing the room, Gina got a hood and put it on his head. It was made of black leather and didn’t have any holes for the eyes. It laced up the back and had snapped around the mouth hole. Being custom-made for someone else, it didn’t fit John perfectly, but it was skin-tight on him after she had tied it on.
Leaving him like that, she then retrieved a small rectangle piece of leather with a small rubber dildo protruding from it. Forcing this into his mouth, she snapped it to the mouth area of the hood. Next, she put a dog collar around his neck and snapped a leash to it.
“Stand up!” she barked.
When he complied, Gina could see that his little cock was standing at attention. She smiled, but kept it out of her voice when she said, “You’re aroused by this, eh?”
Mumbling around the cock gag, John nodded.
“Did I give you permission to get hard?”
John shook his head.
“That’s another thing you need to be punished for, then. Stay on your knees and go where the leash leads.”
Gina jerked on the leash, pulling him off-balance, but he recovered before he could fall. She led him over to the metal bed frame and restrained him.
“First, I’m going to punish you for the erection,” she said, grabbing a small whip. It was designed specifically to whip male sexual organs. It resembled a miniature cat-o-nine-tails, only it had six tails.
Gina raised it and brought it down hard on his excited little cock. John tried to scream, but raised his crotch as if to meet another blow. She gave him ten of her best across his cock, which went soft but not flaccid.
She then grabbed his left nipple with two fingernails and pinched. He groaned and expanded his chest, giving her better access, so she did the same to the other. When his nipples were excited and hard, she let go, leaned forward, and bit one.
John moaned again, as his cock began to harden again. He desperately wanted stroke his aching cock. It didn’t help matters that he could hear squishy noises behind him and knew that Gina was finger-fucking her pussy.
After a few minutes Gina said, “Come here, you filthy little pig.”
John turned and saw Gina lying on the bed with her legs spread wide.
“Come here and show me what a good little pussy licker you are. Get between my legs and suck my pussy dry.”
Never in John’s wildest dreams had he ever imagined a situation like this but nevertheless he walked over to the bed and crawled between Gina’s shapely legs and started licking her wet pussy.
It smelled sweaty and musky, but he licked and sucked anyway until Gina grabbed hold of his head and buried his tongue in her pussy. After Gina came, she rubbed her slippery pussy all over John’s face for a few minutes and then told him to put a robe on and wash up.
While in the bathroom, John quickly stroked his cock to his own orgasm. After cleaning up, he returned to find Gina dressed again. Gina said that it was almost time for supper, but when John started to get dressed she said, “No. You can just wear that robe. It covers you up, even if it is a little short.”
Short was right. It just came a few inches below her ass. He was going to have to be very careful how he walked and sat around Gina’s family at supper.
When they got back to the kitchen, Gina’s husband was already at the table. There was only one empty seat and Gina sat in it. She said, "Go over and get yourself a fork and you can stand next to me and eat off of my plate.”
John felt as if she was on display standing next to Gina. Her husband stared at the embarrassed John as he ate. About halfway through the meal Gina started running her hand up John’s thigh. Her hand crept over his crotch.
“Just as I suspected, John. Your little cock is getting hard. That’s nasty! Now you just stop it right now! Pervert!” And, she slapped his face.
John marveled at her emasculation technique. It worked, too. He’d blushed and said he was sorry, and he couldn’t help it.
“Do you know why I invited you over here, John?” Gina didn’t wait for his response. “You’re mine to do with as I please... for my personal enjoyment and for my husband’s, and for any of my lady friends I choose. Do you understand?”
Dropping his head submissively, John softly he managed to mumble, “Yes Gina.”
Her husband laughed as he watched Gina’s hand slowly disappear under John’s robe and start rubbing his ass.
Gina said, matter-of-factly, “I was just checking to see if his ass was still on fire from the whipping I gave him with my riding crop.”
Her husband’s hand slipped down to his crotch and he began to rub his cock as he said, “You mean he let you whip him!”
“Sure. He stripped naked and lay across my lap. He does anything I tell him to.” Then she looked up at John and said, “Don’t you, slave?”
The room was silent as they both waited for his response. Finally, John nodded and said, “Yes.”
Gina continued, “In fact, he ate my pussy just before dinner. He’s one sex-starved bitch.”
Her husband continued rubbed his tenting crotch as he eyed John.
Gina ordered John to “stand still” as she began to gently and daintily roll the head of his cock between her thumb and forefinger as she purred close to his ear, “OOOOOO, John, what a cute little penis you have. Does it excite you when Gina plays with it like this?”
“Yes Gina,” he mumbled.
“I tell you what. After John clears the table and washes the dishes we’ll have a little party,” Gina said as she winked at her husband.
While John was washing the dishes he heard a buzz of conversation going on in the other room, but he couldn’t make out any words. He knew that he should just gather his clothes and run, but he also knew that he wouldn’t. When he finished he entered the dining room to find Gina and her husband still sitting at the table.
Winking at him, Gina said, “Come over here, John.”
He slowly came and stood before her. With a glass of champagne in one hand and a cigarette in the other, she slouched a bit forward so her lovely ass was right on the edge of the chair. She looked up at him and pulled her dress up around her waist. She wasn’t wearing any panties.
Spreading her legs a bit, her wet pussy was now clearly on display. Just the sight of her pussy made John’s mouth water and his cock rose to attention.
“Did I give you permission to get hard?”
John shook his head.
Reaching down, Gina spread herself open and lightly touched her engorged clit as she spoke.
“Do you like to eat pussy, John?”
Nodding his head ‘yes,’ Gina, looked up at him, and smiled and said, “Well, don’t you understand that’s what I want you to do right now. Get down and eat me until I tell you to stop.”
Glancing nervously at her husband, John obediently took his seat on the floor between Gina’s long legs, sliding his legs under the chair, and clasping his hands behind him.
“Don’t mind my husband, he finds it incredibly hot to watch. Now, begin,” she commanded. “And, John, you are to look up into my face, unless I instruct you otherwise.”
Now Gina pressed heavily on his mouth, nearly breaking his nose with the force of her pubic bone as she rode his tongue. He was dizzy from lack of air and his cock throbbed painfully. After a few minutes, she ordered him to stop.
“That’s enough for now. You’re not bad as a pussy-eater, John, but you’re going to need a lot of practice. Here, wipe your face off; you're so messy when you eat.”
“Now, get on your back on the floor with your hands under you,” Gina ordered.
When John was in position, Gina got up saying, “That’s a good boy!” She went over and stood over him, one foot on either side, and looked down at him.
“John, I’m really disappointed in you, You really didn’t excite me much with your lips and tongue while eating my pussy so now I’m going to fuck your nose. Have you ever had a woman sit on your face, John?”
John shook his head side to side indicating “no” then closed his eyes.
“Well, that big nose of yours must be good for something.”
Slowly and enticingly, she sat down on his chest, tapping his nose with her finger she commanded, “Look at me, John.”
Then she inched her way forward, looking into his nervous eyes the whole time until her pussy was just at his chin. “Don’t you think I have a pretty pussy, John?” she whispered sexily.
“Yes! Gina, you do,” John exclaimed.
Gina and her husband both laughed. Then she knelt on her left knee and stretched her right leg out past his head, her heel on the floor. She then slowly lowered down, and enclosed his nose with her pussy lips.
She deliberately began fucking his face, back and forth, back and forth, in a remarkable short time. Gina climaxed in a shuddering, rushing torrent of passion. Once her breathing returned to normal, she pulled back, looked down at him, patted his cheek, and swung off, to resume her seat on the chair.
Settling back, she lit up and threw him her panties telling him to clean his face. Her husband watched as John rubbed the silken panties over his face. Still sniffing the panties, Gina ordered him to kneel as she commented, “Well, your nose is warmer that my favorite dildo and I think I’ll enjoy sitting on your face occasionally.”
Turning to her husband she said, “Darling, it felt like he was trying to pump my pussy full of air when he sneezed. I guess some of my cunt juice got in his big nose.”
Gina stood up and circled him. “Stand up and get naked.”
Cheeks afire with humiliation, John took off his little robe and stood before them both with his hands at her side.
Gina said, “My poor husband is about to burst. Kneel down in front of him and help him out.”
John started to protest. “But, I’m not...”
“You ungrateful little pig. You come into our house and we feed you... Show you hospitality. My husband even let you eat my pussy and now you don’t even have the manners to thank him!”
Obediently, John knelt and reached beneath her husband’s big belly, found his hard cock and started to stroke it.
“Suck it!” Gina ordered.
Her husband moved to the edge of the chair to give John better access. He rubbed his silky foreskin against John’s lips while Gina stepped between them, spreading her juicy pussy lips around his nose.
The musky smell of Gina’s pussy mingled with the masculine cock smell was just too much for him. As his tongue moved out to guide the cock into his mouth, he knew he was hooked. He obediently opened his mouth and strained his jaws wide enough to circle his lips around the bloated head of her husband’s cock.
Scraping past his teeth, the inflamed, heavy shaft forced its way into John’s mouth. He choked and gasped for breath, his jaws aching as if they would snap. Her husband reached down and dug his hands into John’s head, tilting it up so that his throat dipped straight down into his gullet.
Then, he began to force his pulsating cock deeper and deeper into John’s mouth; sinking it in his throat and making John’s eyes bulge in desperation. Inch after fat inch of heated, dripping cock squeezed down the gulping, tight passage of John’s throat and the room began to spin.
John slobbered happily. The cock banged against the roof of its mouth and John felt the thick veins sliding against his lips while the juicy cock slid down his throat! He sighed as the heavy balls slapped against its chin! Now the shaft was sliding in and out of its mouth.
“Work his balls you disgusting little cocksucker!”
John cradled the heavy balls as they grew hotter. The bulbous cockhead vibrated as it slid down its throat, and he knew he was about to taste his first load. Her husband pumped his cock between Gina’s legs and down John’s throat.
The thick cock was all the way down his throat when it jerked, spraying thick juicy blasts of hot sticky cum into his mouth. John moaned as he sucked and swallowed gob after gob of hot, thick cum!
There was so much hot cream spurting into his mouth that it started running from his nose! Gina rubbed John’s hard little cock with the heel of her shoe as it dribbled out its few drops of satisfaction.
Her husband withdrew his cock from John’s throat and wiped his dripping cock across John’s cum-coated lips.
Gina screamed, “You filthy little cocksucker! You sucked my husband’s cock in front of me. You need to be taught some morals.”
With that, she dragged John over to the table by his hair and bent him over; making him put his hands in front of him. After moving around to the head of the table and grabbing his hands, Gina said, “Darling, he needs a good whipping.”
John started to protest in earnest when he heard her husband pull off his belt with a snap. The first smack was enough to take his breath away. He’d never felt such pain! But the louder he protested and begged, the harder and faster he whipped him. By the time he was through, John was a quivering, sobbing mess.
He was again pulled to the floor by his hair. This time he was pushed in front of a chair, where Gina was sitting with her dress still around her waist. She took a handful of his hair and pulled it toward her pussy.
“Lick me good, you little cock sucker, and maybe I won’t make you lick my ass hole. Suck it like you want it bad.”
John licked and sucked her pussy as hard as he could. Gina came several times and again rubbed her slimy pussy all over his face. Finally, she got down on the floor on her hands and knees and said, “Lick my ass.”
John had thought that he was beyond humiliation but he reddened again as he stuck his tongue out and licked up and down Gina’s ass-crack. All of a sudden, he felt his own ass cheeks being pulled apart.
Her husband’s cock was poised at his tight puckered ass hole, waiting to tear him open. The head was pushing against his tight ring insistently. In front of her, Gina reached back and spread her cheeks saying, “Eat my ass hole, you little bitch. Make your tongue hard and stick it up my ass.”
A pair of hands began to massage his ass, occasionally reaching up to play with his still aching cock and balls. He felt something cold massaged into his ass crack, then, worked one finger up his ass.
At the same time John’s ass muscles gave way and her husband buried his cock in him, balls deep. He was tongue-fucking Gina’s asshole and screaming from the brutal ass reaming at the same time. John’s climax seemed to last hours, by the time he was satiated everyone was lying back gasping for breath.
John looked at the clock and was startled to discover that it was still early. He didn’t know what was yet to come, but he knew that he would love it. Being a cocksucker and an ass-eating slave was what he was meant to be.
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The End