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Subject: {ASSM} Gym Submission Part 1-2 (M/M, 1st Bi, d/s)
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Gym Submission I: Chance Encounter
(M/M, First Bi, d/s)
By DarkPrince67


It was a normal trip to the gym, though I was a bit later than
normal. I usually managed to get there by 6pm, but tonight I had
been finishing up a problem at the office and couldn't break away
until late. I almost skipped it, but I'd been so inconsistent
with my workouts lately that I felt I had to go. So here I was
going for my workout at 8pm. 

I had already called my wife to let her know I'd be late. I
checked in and headed for the locker room. I walked towards the
back of the room and turned into the last alcove of lockers.
Standing in the corner was a very attractive man who had just
finished undressing before putting on his workout cloths. I found
myself unable to resist a look at his cock.

I felt myself flush as my latent Bi side pushed to the front. It
was a beautiful specimen. It was almost as long in it's
semi-flacid state as mine was fully hard and it was obviously
thicker. His pubic area was shaved smooth as well. With a mental
slap I pulled myself back to reality. But when I looked up and
away from his equipment I realized he had seen my lingering
glance. He had a quizzical look on his face and when our eyes met
he cocked one eyebrow at me. I blushed in response. All he did
was give an amused chuckle and turn back to getting dressed.
Flustered, I studiously avoided looking in his direction again.
Though all the while I was getting changed I couldn't stop the
image of his cock from flitting through my mind. 

First a little background, I had been having the odd Bi fantasy
for almost as long as I can remember. Though I was always much
more attracted to women I couldn't deny that a man's cock held a
certain fascination for me. I'd find myself looking at pictures
or movies of women going down on a well hung guy and wondering
what it would feel like to be the woman! I had finally had a
chance to find out several years ago, before I met my wife. I had
been visiting an adult bookstore with a video arcade every so
often when I was really horny. I got a thrill looking through the
glory holes and seeing guys stroking themselves. I was close
several times to actually offering my mouth for someone's use.
The thought of that just made me more excited and horny, but I
always chickened out. One trip when I was pretty hot, I decided
to leave the door unlocked and see what happened.

Well "it" happened all right. A guy knocked on the door and
peeked in. When I just looked at him and didn't get up from the
stool or speak, he came in and locked the booth. The man was a
little older than me and decent looking. He leaned against the
wall and began stroking his growing bulge. After a minute of so
he pulled it out and stroked it a few times while looking at me.
This was it, I just couldn't resist now. I pulled out a condom I
had carried with me and rolled it on him. Then, I leaned forward
and slid the shaft into my mouth. I was so nervous I thought my
heart would jump out of my chest! I sucked avidly on his cock
till he filled the condom with cum. He left and I followed a few
minutes later now a confirmed cock sucker. I hadn't had the guts
to do anything since.

But here I was in the gym locker room thinking how tasty this
man's cock was. I tried to shake it off and finished changing. As
I usually do I went upstairs with my latest book to do the bike
for 30 minutes or so. Only one bike was left open so I quickly
put my book on the seat and went to grab a towel. When I returned
I noticed the peddles had straps on them that I never used. So I
knelt down and started removing them. After I pulled them off I
glanced up . . . and found myself at crotch level with the same
guy from the locker room. He was on his way to grab a towel from
the stack nearby. I looked up at him, my face less than a foot
from a noticeable bulge in his tight shorts. He just gave me
another eyebrow raise, stepped over and grabbed a towel. As he
passed by me again he paused, his crotch now even closer to my
face.

"You look very comfortable in that position." He said in a low
voice. Then he swayed his crotch a few inches closer to my face
as he moved past me and walked away. 

My mouth was dry and my heart was pounding. What did he mean by
that? Was that just a standard macho statement? Or was it meant
to be a joke? Or . . . was he suggesting . . . I stood up and
forced down the image that had leapt to mind. And what was worse
. . . how excited it made me.

I hopped on the cycle and tried to bury myself in the book. It
only partly worked. My mind was still occasionally drifting off.
As the timer on my bike ran down I was back drifting in a sexual
fog. I suddenly realized that the program was over and gathered
my stuff up. I still needed to do some sit-ups before I left. So
I went downstairs and grabbed a mat. I positioned myself so my
feet were towards the wall. 

It was almost closing time and the gym was virtually empty. So
there weren't any of the usual female distractions to worry
about. I had done several sets of crunches and was laying back
letting my abs relax a little when I heard a voice just behind
me.

"Looks like we're just about the only one's left." I opened my
eyes to see my mystery man standing just behind my head, legs
spread slightly. My gaze locked on his crotch again. It looked
bigger than before. He seemed not to notice and squatted down.

"Yeah, looks that way". I croaked out. His crotch was now
hovering above my forehead. "I, uh . . ." 

"You what?" He prompted in a hoarse whisper. "Do you want
something?" 

"No! I just . . ." I couldn't take my eyes off the bulge in his
bike shorts!

"Don't worry, no one's around but you, me and the manager. And
he'll be doing paperwork for the next half hour or so." With that
he rocked forward until his knees rested on either side of my
head and his restrained cock brushed my nose.

I don't know what came over me. I should have pulled away, but I
couldn't. The heat radiating from his crotch just added to the
warm, flush of my body. I didn't make any decision, but suddenly
I opened my mouth and began nuzzling his package like some lust
crazed tart!

He let out a rolling chuckle and rocked back to his feet. He
leaned in close before speaking. "I knew you just needed some
prodding. I could tell when we were in the locker room that you
were really just a closet slut!" I felt my cock throb at the word
"slut". I was almost shaking with desire and excitement.

"And as we all know, sluts are always hungry for cock . . .", he
paused, "and thirsty for cum." With that he stood up and without
a look back walked down the hall towards the locker room. 

There didn't seem to be any reason to think about it. My lust
fogged brain was still nodding at his last statement as I got up
and hurried after him. I knew that in doing this I was admitting
not only that his statements about me were true, but that he was
in complete control.

I walked into the locker room and walked towards the back. When I
got to the rear alcove he wasn't there. I just stood there for a
second, taken aback at his disappearance. Then I felt a hand on
my shoulder and turned. He stood there completely nude and smiled
at me. I looked down to see his cock fully erect and pulsing with
his heartbeat. He surprised me with a shove. I stumbled back,
caught my legs on the opposite bench and tumbled backwards
against the lockers. I started to pull my feet under me to stand,
but he quickly stepped in and , using his feet, spread my legs
wide so I couldn't go anywhere. He reached down and grabbed both
wrists and brought them together over my head. With a tug he
pulled me up so I was sitting upright with my back pressed
against the lockers.

"Sluts like you need someone to take control of them so they
don't chicken out of doing what they really want to do. Now open
your mouth, slut!" he barked.

I responded to his order immediately and was rewarded as he swung
his hips forward and slid about half of his cock into my mouth. I
heard a low, pitiful moan and it took me a few moments to realize
that it was coming from me! I was completely helpless, hands held
tightly above me, legs splayed wide while a complete stranger
filled my mouth with his cock. And I was in heaven! My body was
shaking with excitement and my own cock throbbed. 

He continued to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth, a little
deeper each stroke. My mouth that a few moments ago was dry and
parched was now salivating so much that I could feel myself
drooling down my chin at each backstroke.

"Open wide, my little slut." He pushed till the head began to
press into my throat causing me to gag a bit. He pulled out a
little then pressed back in until I started to gag again. I felt
him raise up a bit so he was thrusting as much down as forward
into my mouth, my head tilted back somewhat. Then with a slow
thrust I felt a cock in my throat for the first time.

"Ooooo - mmmmmmm." I moaned around the shaft. The feeling was
wild. After the first few short strokes he began to feed the rest
of his cock into me. The combination of the cock filling my mouth
and throat and my completely helpless position were almost enough
to make me cum right then.

"That's it, that's it." He soothed. "Take it all down your throat
like the cock sucking slut you are. I bet if I just touched your
cock you'd blow like a geyser." My only response was another
muffled moan as I felt his balls against my chin and realized I
had every last inch of his cock inside me.

The thought excited me. I *wanted* him inside me. All of his cock
wedged inside my body for his pleasure. Filling my mouth . . . my
throat . . . my . . . ass . . . Yes I wanted to feel this
gorgeous cock filling my ass! But first things first. I
re-doubled my sucking efforts.

He laughed as he continued to take my throat with steady, smooth
strokes. "Your mouth was born to swallow cocks! I just had to
show you your true vocation as a slut." He kept chuckling as he
watched me suckle on his rod with loud slurps and moans. Finally
I could feel his body begin to tense.
 
After another deep stroke he pulled completely out of my mouth
with a wet, sucking sound. He held the saliva dripping head just
out of reach. "Is slut ready to be fed?" He asked in the same
tone of voice you would use with a small child. He pressed the
tip to my lips and smeared spit and pre cum around my lips and
cheeks. 

"Yes!." I said in a out of breath whisper. "Please."

"Please, what? Cum-sluts have to tell me exactly what they want
if they expect to be fed."

On one level it was so humiliating and dirty, but at the same
time I reveled in my complete loss of control and any vestige of
pride. "Please feed me your cum!" I pleaded like a starving
child. "I want to taste your thick, hot cum as it fills my mouth.
I need to -" I was cut off as he completely sheathed his cock in
my throat again. On his second stroke he bucked and I felt his
cock swell and pulse. He body was spasming but he continued to
fuck my face.

The first spurt shot straight into my stomach. The second filled
the back of my throat. The next splashed across my tongue in
gooey strands. Then he pulled completely out and splattered my
chin and cheeks with his seed before sliding it back in my mouth.
My mouth became a filled with with warm semen as I fought to
swallow it all. It seemed to go on and on, though I'm sure it was
only a minute. When he had finished I had swallowed all that I
could, while the rest dribbled down my chin and cheeks.

He stroked his softening cock. I just stared up at it as he
milked out several more dollops of cum. I opened my mouth and let
the last few drips fall into my mouth. He just smiled and began
using his dick to smear the cum into my face. 

Finally he let go of my arms and told me to pull down my sweats
and take out my cock. He had me get down on my hands and knees
and stroke myself while he sat in front of me and stroked his
cock.

"Don't cum though!" He told me sharply. "Keep yourself on the
edge." I watched his cock start to stiffen again. He came over to
me and placed two fingers in my mouth. "Suck," was all he said. I
did. "Get them nice and wet." 

When he was satisfied with my job he pulled them out and leaned
forward over my back. I felt the fingers begin massaging my
asshole, then without warning he pushed both of them inside. 

"Aaaahhhhh." I cried out at the short, sharp pain.

"Don't whine, slut. We just have to get your pussy used to it. In
fact, in a few minutes you'll be begging me to put more fingers
in!"

It was already starting to feel better. Soon it did feel good. As
he slipped a third finger up my ass I let out a little moan. He
quickly stifled it, however by stuffing his rejuvenated cock down
my throat. He used his fingers in my ass like a handle and rocked
me forward onto his cock. This time there was no pretense of
kindness or concern. He just plain fucked my throat. 

Even though it was getting sore, I loved it. Being used simply as
his cum receptacle was turning me on! I flexed my throat and
worked my tongue for all I was worth to make him cum again. It
took him a while but I began to feel the tell-tale signs of
impending orgasm.

"Jerk your pathetic little cock, slut. I want you to cum while I
fill your mouth and fuck your ass. I want you to remember this
every time you come in your wife's pussy or mouth! Get ready." He
pumped a few more times then grunted and shoved a 4th finger into
my ass. I felt the first pulse from his cock as my own orgasm
overcame me. "That's it," he grunted as my mouth filled with warm
semen again, "cum for me slut!"

And I did. My whole body convulsed as I emptied my balls on the
floor. My ass squeezed his fingers and my mouth clamped down on
his cock. All I could do was shake and let out moans muffled by
his cock. It seemed to last longer than normal. By the time my
cock finished dribbling he had pulled his fingers out of my ass
and shoved them in my mouth in place of his now wilting dick. 
"Clean my fingers off, slut." I did as he told me. I was in a
daze and my body was still quivering a little. When he was
satisfied he removed his fingers and pushed my head down to the
small pool of cum I had deposited on the floor. Without
hesitation I lowered my mouth and slurped up my own semen. 

When I finished I looked up to find he was gone. I was left there
alone in the locker room, on my hands and knees and with cum
smeared across my face. I heard some noise out near the entrance
and quickly pulled myself together. I gathered up my stuff and
pulled up my sweatpants. As I hurried out I passed the manager
and that was when I realized I still hadn't cleaned the drying
cum off my lips and chin!

I glanced back as a headed for the door. The manager was watching
me go, a half smile on his face . . . and his hand slowly
stroking a bulge in his shorts. I almost turned around!

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Gym Submission II: Indoctrination (M/M, M/F, d/s) ByDarkPrince67

It had been a week since I had been pulled into the middle of one
of my fantasies. A week since my occasional Bi thoughts turned
into a real-life experience. A week since a complete stranger had
forcefully taught me that my mouth was perfectly designed for
cock. Ever since that night, I'd found myself thinking back to
those events. The feeling of a hard cock filling my mouth . . .
and my throat. It continued to send a thrill straight throughme.

I had been back to my usual schedule at the gym and had seen no
sign of the mystery man who I'd had such intimate contact with.
It almost seemed like a dream. Tonight I wasn't much later than
normal, but I got a little lost in my latest book and was on the
bike longer than I planned. By the time I got done with my
sit-ups and such it was getting near closing time.

I grabbed a quick shower, threw my sweats back on and headed for
my car. I was passing the front counter when I heard someone call
my name.

"Mr Kell, could I see you for a moment in my office?" I turned to
see Mark, the gym manager leaning out of an office just off the
aerobics area. I could feel my face flushing a little as I
remembered the last time he had seen me.

"Sure." I croaked as I walked over. I paused briefly to admire
the lines of people, mostly women, going through the last few
minutes of their aerobics workout. I found it almost impossible
to keep from staring at the sea of toned asses and legs moving
around the floor. I shook myself loose and stuck my head in the
office. "What can I do for you?"

He gave me a raised eyebrow and a crooked smile. "Funny you
should put it that way, Mr Kell. Please come in . . . and close
the door, please."

While I closed the door I was trying to figure out what was going
on. I took a quick scan of his office. Three walls were covered
with classy looking fitness photographs of perfect bodied men and
women in various poses. One wall was covered with a thick curtain
and in the corner was a A/V stand with a TV and VCR setup. I sat
down in the chair across from his desk. I couldn't help but
admire the picture above his chair. It was of two men and a
woman, all nude in an interlocked pose that displayed miles of
skin without actually giving you a peak at anything more intimate
than the woman's perfect breasts. 

"Nice picture, eh?"

I was a bit startled for some reason. "Uh, yes it is. It would be
nice to have a body like that."

"Which body?" He asked.

"Well, I . . .," I was caught off guard. "They are all pretty
buff."

He chuckled. "True, very true." Mark, picked up a remote from his
desk, powered on the TV and started the VCR playing. "I wanted to
discuss . . . this."

I looked at the screen and went cold. I stared at the TV screen
and watched as the mystery man from last week held my arms up,
and with smooth strokes of his hips, fucked my mouth. It had been
video taped?! My life was ruined. My marriage was ruined! 

"I take it you recognize the . . . events that took place last
week in the locker room?" His voice was neutral.

"Uh," I swallowed hard. "Y-, yes." I left it at that as I
couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Actually you are not the first guy that Gordon has . . .
initiated here." He got up and pulled another tape from a drawer
and went to the VCR. He started to hit eject but paused. "I
really like this part," he said staring me straight in the eye.

I glanced back as he turned up the sound. It was muffled but
understandable. Gordon had just pulled his cock from my mouth and
you could see strands of saliva and pre-cum dripping from the
shaft.

On the screen Gordon held the dripping head just out of reach.
"Is my cum-slut ready to be fed?" He asked. He pressed the tip to
my lips and smeared spit and pre cum around my lips and cheeks. 

I could feel my cock hardening in memory of the moment displayed
on the screen.

"Yes!." I heard my voice whisper. "Please."

"Please, what? Cum-sluts have to tell me exactly what they want
if they expect to be fed." He taunted me. Hearing him call me
"Cum-slut" again sent an odd flutter through my stomach.

I knew what was coming but it still filled me with a mix of
humiliation and lust. "Please feed me your cum!" My video self
pleaded. "I want to taste your thick, hot cum as it fills my
mouth. I need to -" I was cut off as he completely sheathed his
cock in my throat again. He stroked into my mouth several times
and I could hear myself moaning around the shaft stretching my
mouth. Then he grunted, bucked and pulled out of my mouth
splattering my face with several ropey strands of cum before
slipping it back between my slimy lips.

"I can tell you enjoyed that." Mark said hitting the eject button
and swapping tapes. He hit play and turned back to me. With a
glance at the lump in my sweats he smiled. "Looks like you
enjoyed watching it almost as much."

Before I could say anything the new tape started playing. It was
from the sauna. Gordon had a young guy bent over a bench and was
sliding his cock into the man's ass. The guy couldn't have been
over 20 years old and built to make a cheerleader drool. What
made the scene even more interesting was the second guy, who
looked to be the same age as the one getting plugged, squating
between Gordon's legs and avidly tongueing his balls andasshole.

I could hear the first guy gasping with each thrust and groaning
to be fucked harder. Gordon grasped the guy's hips and began
plunging his tool as deep as possible with smooth strokes. My own
ass clenched as I watched. I knew how good a dildo felt in my ass
and could only imagine what a real cock felt like.

Mark interupted my thoughts. "The man has a way with people, eh?"
He had seated himself on the edge of the desk a few feet from me.
I noticed an obvious bulge in his shorts and immediately looked
away, cursing myself. I needed to get a grip on my hormones!

"He's definately active." I said trying to keep things light.

"You have two choices," he stated suddenly, locking my gaze with
his. "First, you can just go on home as normal and leave it to my
discression what to do with that tape. Or you can get on your
knees right now and do everything I tell you to do." His eyes
never waivered and his voice was firm.

"Look, I-"

"Either leave." He repeated flatly. "Or, On . . . Your . . .
knees, slut!" He finished in a commanding voice.

I swear that I made no concious decision, but nevertheless found
myself kneeling on the floor staring up at him. "Good choice."
Mark said. He pointed the remote behind me and the lights went
out. Only the VCR gave off any light. Then he must have activated
another control, because the curtains across the back wall parted
to reveal a veiw of the aerobics class. Obviously the mirror that
covered the back wall of the studio was a two way mirror!

"I love watching Lisa's ass while she teaches this class." He
said with a chuckle. Lisa Pankiss, one of the trainers and
aerobics instructors, was a woman of medium height with a rock
hard body. Attractive face, nice B cup breasts, flat stomach,
perfectly toned thighs and calves . . . and the ass of a goddess!
"Look here!" He snapped at me. "You have work to do."

I looked to find he was still sitting on the edge of the desk,
but his shorts were off and he was displaying a raging hard-on.
It was about 7" or 8", slightly shorter than Gordon's, but was a
little thicker. I knew what he wanted and at that moment it was
the same thing I wanted. I shuffled over on my knees and took his
cock into my mouth.

Damn it felt good to have my mouth full again! I tried to fight
the wave of lust that was rising up around me, but in the end I
didn't really *want* to fight it. There were a hundred good
reasons to get out of there and never go back. But I didn't care
about any of them. At that moment all that mattered was pleasing
this wonderfull cock and sucking it dry. All I wanted was to
please him. It was humiliating and at the same time incredibly
erotic. I felt so much different than I have ever felt with a
woman. Not neccessarily better, just different. It was like a
different personality overcame me. I felt completely submissive
and passive. I was almost trembling.

The only sound in the room now was the muffled grunts and moans
from the video that was still playing and the wet slurping of my
mouth. I slobbered on his cock with ever increasing intensity.
Soon I was slamming my face onto his shaft with abandon. My hips
rocking unconciously with each stroke, dry humping the air. My
own cock was hard and throbbing in excitement. 

There was no warning. One moment I was coming up for air and the
next Mark grunted and began spewing cum like a fountain. Thick
strands of semen spewed across my lips and splattered my face
before I could recapture his dick and slurp down the rest. As I
finished sucking the softening member clean I heard a voice
behind me.

"What a talented mouth." 

I turned to see Lisa standing there in her sweatsoaked tights. My
eyes were immediately drawn to her lovely hips and thighs. I
wasn't sure what to do. I was on my knees in front of her boss
with his now soft cock in my hand and his cum dripping down my
cheeks and chin.

"Lisa, this is one of Gordon's recent finds." Mark said. "His
specialty appears to be cocksucking. His name's . . ." he
chuckled, "I guess we'll just call him Slut for now." I felt that
thrill again. For some reason I liked being his slut. It was just
a word, but it seemed to ring so perfectly in my ears. And
considering how quickly I dropped to my knees for him, it seemed
to fit.

Mark stood up, leaving me on my knees. He went over to Lisa and
began kissing her hungrily, his hands roaming over her hips and
ass. Oddly enough she didn't move to embrace him, but did return
the kiss with obvious lust. Mark broke the kiss and turned tome.

"You see," he said,"you aren't the only slut." He began to walk
around Lisa as if she were a prize he had just won. "Lisa here is
a first class nympho." I could swear that I saw her tremble a
little. "She will fuck or suck anyone or anything I tell her to.
Male or female. Isn't that true, Lisa?" As he said this he
roughly pinched one of her hardening nipples.

Her eyes were now half lidded and glazed. "Aahhh," she gasped,
arching her back to offer her breasts. "Yessss." She said in a
breathy whisper.

"In fact, she recently seduced our newest employee, the cute
redhead that started a few weeks ago. Took her out, got her
sloshed and, if Lisa's stories are true, practically turned her
lesbian." He looked at Lisa again. "When was the last time you
and Karla got together? Hmmm? What did you do?"

Lisa smiled. "Mmmm. At lunch today. She . . . bent me over a box
in the storeroom and did me with a strap-on." 

Mark laughed. "You seduce a girl only to become . . . her
personal fuck-toy? I guess your destiny truly is to service your
betters." His eyes shifted to me. "Just like our newest
cum-slut."

"Strip!" he barked at her. Then looked at me. "You too!" Both of
us immediately disrobed without hesitation. When we were both
standing nude I again admired her body. The muscle tone was
phenomenal. Her firm breasts, flat stomach, the swell of her hips
and the obviously shaved pussy were enough to bring my cock to
throbbing attention.

"You see, Slut, Lisa was one of Gordon's early finds." He turned
to her and ran a finger lightly along her glistening slit making
her thrust her hips forward and moan while shifting her legs
farther apart to allow better access. "She had only been with us
a few weeks when Gordon brought out her true nature." As he spoke
he put his finger, wet with her juices, to Lisa's lips. She
closed her eyes and slurped the entire digit into her mouth with
a satisfied hum.

"One day I came in early to finish some work before the rest of
the staff arrived and there she was. She was on her back on the
bench press, ankles spread wide and securely tied to the bar
which had been heavily weighted. She was secured to the bench
with a long jump-rope that had been wrapped and crossed around
her breasts and stomach. As a final touch the two large wooden
rope handles had been inserted deeply into both ass and pussy. In
fact all you could see was the rope running out of each hole."

As he recounted the story I could see his cock begining to harden
through his shorts as Lisa continued to suck on his finger as if
it were a tiny cock. Her nipples were stiff, her chest flushed
slightly and I could clearly see her moist, engorged pussy. My
dick continued to bob with each heartbeat and felt as if it would
explode. I couldn't stop thinking about burying my face between
her smooth thighs. To feel her wet lips pressed against my mouth.
At that moment she was the embodiment of sex. 

Mark removed his finger and continued the story while at the same
time circling us and surprising one or the other with a soft
caress or rough twist of a nipple. "She looked so hot, so . . .
*fuckable*." He said with emphasis. "I could see cum smeared
around her pussy, ass and thighs. She had been blindfolded with
her tights and was gagged by her own panties. I couldn't resist
taking advantage of my fortune, could I?" He said with a chuckle.


"But first I got my camera and took some pictures, just in case
she got self-rightous later. The clicking of the camera must have
woke her from her doze, but instead of trying to get free she
just moaned and rotated her hips as if willing the wooden
makeshift dildos to fuck her. Imagine my surprise when I pulled
them both out and both holes began to ooze cum. Though that
didn't surprise me as much as her anguished moan at being so
empty."

He leaned close to her ear. "Isn't that right? You just hate to
be left empty, don't you?"

"Mmm, yes." Lisa whimpered. "I need to be filled now. I'm sooo
empty."

"I know you are my sweet. Soon you'll be filled again. But first
I have a job for you." With a glance at me he leaned in closer
and whispered instructions to her. I watched her face change as
she listened. When he was done, she turned to look at me with a
wicked grin.

She licked her lips seductively and began to walk over to me. Her
hips swayed enticingly. She stopped in front of me, hands on
hips, legs spread a bit more than normal. I could smell her pussy
and it made my heart flutter. Her inner thighs were damp with her
juices.

"Is the little slut thirsty?" She asked. " Would slut like to
taste my warm, wet pussy?" I was nodding my head without
thinking. "You'll have to speak up if you want any of this." She
cooed while running a finger the length of her slit and then
sensuously licking it clean. 

"Yes," I croaked, "I want to taste you. Please." She just laughed
and put her hands on my shoulders, urging my down to my knees.
Then, before I could lean in to savor her snatch, she put a foot
on my chest, gave me a shove. I ended up sprawled on my back. She
quickly stepped over me, spun a round and squated over my face.
Her pussy was almost dripping with moisture and the lips were
parted as if inviting attention.

She rocked back and lowered her slit to my lips. "Drink me dry,
slut. She growled. I immediately grabbed her hips and mashed her
pussy against my lips. She was delicious! In moments my face was
slippery with her juices as I slurped greedily. I don't know how
long it went before she came the first time. I know she did
because her whole body shuddered and she collapsed to her knees
with little groans and yelps. She was oozing delicious cream the
whole time. 

I gave her a few moments to catch her breath before diving back
into her divine sex. She responded by spreading her knees wide
and grinding her pussy against my mouth. "Yeah, good little pussy
slave knows his place. My juicy slit owns your mouth doesn't it?
Worship my pussy and make it cum again!" Lisa continued to urge
me on between gasps.

She didn't need to ask. At that moment her pussy did own me. I
truly was worshiping it and the delicious body it was attached
to. My hands slid over her smooth hips and thighs. So soft and
silky. I moaned as I felt her fingers caress my thighs. Suddely
she reached between my legs, grabbed my hips and lowered her
mouth to my balls. She ignored my cock completely and licked and
sucked on my nuts. Then began to slowly lick down to my ass. 

"Ooohhhh . . . mmmm!" Was all I could say as I felt her soft,
insistant tongue begin to tickle and probe my rosebud. She became
steadily more active, sliding her pussy over my slimy face and
attacking my ass with gusto. It was a feeling I had never before
experienced. I loved it! Then it got better as she stiffened her
tongue and slid it inside me. This brought another long, muffled
groan from me.

This went on for a while and I was afraid I'd cum without even
having my cock touched. After a while she was tongue fucking my
ass with vengeance. A feeling that is impossible to describe. The
way she had a hold of me meant that my legs were being pulled
back towards me, spreading me wide. This just intensified the
feeling of being ravished. Between her body straddling my face
and my legs being forced back till they almost touched my
stomach, I was at her mercy.

I was a bit dissapointed when she ceased her oral assault on my
ass. Though her tongue had to be tired, mine was certainly
getting a workout. Then after a minute or so it felt like she was
about to start in again, when I suddenly realized that it was not
her tongue pressing against my ass.

The head of Mark's cock was pushing inside me before I had time
to think. I couldn't do or say anything with Lisa's crotch mashed
into my face. The pain wasn't as bad as I expected, though that
was probably due to how relaxed and slippery my ass had become
from Lisa's oral massage.

"Oooooo, that looks so sexy." Lisa cooed. "I love watching a
thick cock stretch open a virgin pussy for the first time." I
wanted to say that it wasn't a pussy that was being stretched.
"Your ass looks so much like a cunt as it takes every inch. I'm
sure that after this it will yearn to swallow cock just like a
mine does." Mark had stopped to give me a chance to adjust. I
could feel his cock-head wedged inside me. Then I felt Lisa's
tongue bathing my ass and his cock with saliva to ease his
entrance. 

Mark pulled out slightly then slipped the head back in. He did
this several times. Each insertion was smoother as my ass opened
to accomodate him and Lisa's saliva decreased the friction.
Without warning, he slid the entire length up my ass in one
smooth stroke.

I groaned as he filled me. There was pain but . . . then it was
gone and . . . uh, I felt sooo full. So amazingly full! Was this
what a woman felt like? I wanted to rebell at the assualt on my
masculine pride. I should be outraged at being violated. I should
be-- uh, God! He pulled out and slammed back in with a grunt. It
felt like my body was overflowing with cock. 

After several more thrusts I felt a jolt of fear. I was being
practically raped by a well hung man while his beautiful
accomplice sat on my face. But it wasn't fear for my life or
safety. What scared me, was how much I was begining to like it.
The feel of his cock filling my ass was starting to feel good.
Being completely restrained while my body was used seemed to make
it even better. What was happening to me?

"That's it, take his cock" Lisa rasped. "I love watching him feed
your hungry cunt. Watching your virgin pussy swallow cock." Her
voice added to my growing lust. I could feel my body responding.
My world now consisted only of her voice in my head, her sex
mashed to my lips and that magnificent cock fucking me into
submission. Submission? Yes! It felt so right.

Suddenly she lifted off my face, just as he thrust inside me
again. I heard myself moan like some sophmore slut. She chuckled.
"Oh yes, I understand, baby." She cooed, crouching down to my
ear. "His cock feels so good deep inside your pussy . It feels
sooooo good to be filled with . . . a thick . . . hard . . .
cock."

Without thinking I answered her. "Yesssssss."

"You love this feeling don't you? To be nothing but an instrument
pleasure for a strong, powerful man?"

"Oh, God," he pounded into me again, "uh, oh yes. It feels- uh .
. . feels, amaz- uh - ing." I gasped between thrusts.

"I can tell. Your gonna cum soon aren't you?" She purred in my
ear.

"Mmm - hmmmm." I could feel myself approaching orgasm with each
stroke his cock scraped across my prostate. If only he would . .
. " harder, please fuck me harder!" 

"You really are a slut, aren't you?" Lisa said with a soft laugh.
"I bet after this you'll roll over for anyone with a hard cock,
won't you? Let's hear you beg for it. Beg him to fill you with
cum!"

I don't know what came over me, but I did. "Please, fu - uck me.
I need - your cock de - eeeper. I want you to cum - uh - in my
ass." I was gasping and whining as he sped up his thrusts.

"No!" Lisa corrected. "Not your ass. He's fucking your pussy,
remember! Plunging deep into your horny little cunt. Tell your
lover how much you like haveing your pussy fucked and filled with
steamy cum. Tell him how much of a cum-slut you are. Tell him!"
She shouted at me.

"Yes . . . I want . . . your cum . . . in my . . . my . . .
pussy. Fill . . . me . . . with cum. Fill me! Fuck . . . my cunt
Fuck Mmee - eeeee--Oh God! I'm - I - uh - cu-cumming!!" My whole
body convulsed and my ass clamped on his cock as he burried it
deep and began to orgasm as well. "Ooooohhhhh, yessssssssss!" As
the first pulse rippled through my dick Lisa bent over quickly
and engulfed it in her mouth. The added sensation of her warm
mouth made my whole body go ridged as she slurped up every drop
of cum my balls could deliver. The sensations of her mouth and
Marks cock spurting deep inside me were so intense, I thought I
was going to pass out.

It seemed to go on and on. Finally as my muscles began to
unclench, I opened my eyes to see Lisa's face smiling down at me.
She leaned down and kissed me. But as my mouth opened to accept
her tongue I was surprised as it was suddenly filled with thick,
ropey semen. Mine. I heard myself moan softly as she slowly fed
me back my entire load. I swallowed again and again savoring the
slippery feeling of it sliding down my throat. There was
something indescribably erotic about this sexy woman feeding my
own cum back to me in a long, lusty kiss.

As Lisa pulled back from me, Mark leaned over and stroked my
cheek with his hand. "You learn fast, don't you?" Then he pulled
his softening member from my ass with a wet slurping sound. I
suddenly felt empty and I could feel his cum begining to drool
out of my dilated hole. 

Without being told, Lisa moved over and without pause swallowed
Marks slimy member with a contented "hmmmmm". While cleaning his
prick she began sliding a pair of fingers into her sloppy pussy.
Once he was clean, Mark pushed her back on her butt, next to me.

"Good job. To both of my sluts." He said with a smile. 

I couldn't argue with him. If I had just proved anything at all,
it was that I was truly a slut. And guilty as I felt about what I
had done . . . I had to admit that I liked it. No, that wasn't
entirely true. At a basic, primal level I loved it! I knew that
after this I would never be able to continue with my life the way
it had been. Now that I had experienced a cock in my throat and
deep in my ass, I couldn't turn my back on the desire that had
been awakened in me. It didn't change my desire for women but I
would need to feel a cock inside me again. Filling me. Using me
for it's pleasure. I revelled in the memory of being "owned" by a
hard, throbbing cock. I felt myself getting hard again already.

Mark laughed. "You two are insatiable!" He said watching Lisa
finger her pussy and my cock slowly hardening. "Why don't you two
satisfy each other before you leave." He looked me in the eyes.
"And you. You will report to this office each day after your
workout & shower. 7pm sharp!" He paused, considering something. "
And I think I want you to wear the sexiest pair of panties your
wife owns. You will of course wear them all day. It would seem
appropriate apparel for a slut like you that so enjoys being
fucked." He turned to Lisa. "Don't you agree?"

She smiled at him and turned to me. "Oh yes! I think it's the
perfect thing for a little cum-slut like her." She immediately
swung her leg over my head and planted her still drooling pussy
on my mouth once again. As I began to slurp on her juicy snatch,
she slid her warm mouth over my dick. It was then that I realized
what she had said: 'a little cum-slut like her' . . . 'like her'.
I felt a flush of lust but I couldn't be sure if it was just from
being called a 'cum-slut' or if it was somthing else.

I gave up thinking as my cock slipped into her throat. Giving
myself over to the glorious sensation and returned to worshipping
Lisa's pussy. 


The End . . . for now. :-)
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