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Images by GenericJoe <genericjoe.org>

In deference to short pieces, to Suki's images from when I was first
finding my bdsm-self, I am going to work on a series of images, most
of which will have a bdsm theme of some kind or another, all short.
At least three a week (but I'd love to do them daily.)

As they are posted, the images will be archived at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/genericjoe/www/images/


0030

(FMM Fdom Humil Oral Wife)

It was as if she didn't need him anymore, James thought.  They were
still married, he was still her submissive, but nothing was the same.
Nothing had been, since she brought him home.

Alex was his name, and he was a big man.  Tall, muscled, huge.
Even his cock was a monster -- two inches wide and ten inches long
(James remembered how she made him measure it.)

Their lovemaking -- at least his part in it -- had become routine.
She'd lock him up as soon as he got home from work.  Alex would arrive
soon after and they'd adjourn immediately to their bedroom.  Then she'd
call for him, and he'd crawl to the bedroom.

She'd left him no choice.  James' hands and ankles bound together, so
he could only shuffle into the bedroom.  Once there, Alex and his wife
would already be naked.  His wife, his Mistress, would have her legs
splayed wide.  Alex's gigantic member would be bouncing, ready.

"Get me wet," she would command.  James occasionally wondered why she
wasn't already wet -- she'd never had a problem with that before, but
most of the time he was too quickly thrust against her cunt.  He'd lick
her until her juices were flowing and she was covered in spit.  Then Alex
would grab him and shove him out of the way.

Alex's huge cock would pierce her slit, stretching it obscenely wide.
James had not choice but to watch it slide, inexorably in and out of
his Mistress' cunt.  She would moan in ever increasing pitch and tempo
crying out in loud orgasm.  Alex would fill her cunt soon after with an
apelike grunt.

Then she'd demand his attention again.  "Clean me out James."  She would
usually come as his tongue sought out Alex's offensive cum, swallowing
it down as he did so.  Lately, Alex had been demanding similar services,
and James was forced to suck and lick the giant thing that had fucked
his wife.

After he was clean, and newly hard, Alex would push him off the bed onto
the wooden floor.  He'd climb into the bed, spooning with his wife,
running his cock between her asscheeks, sometimes fucking her again,
sometimes drifting off to pleasant sleep.

Their loud lovemaking was his new alarm clock, and he was called again
to cleaning service.  After he was done the dominating couple would
release him with only enough time to shower and dress before he had to
return to work.

After he got to work, he'd find a bathroom. Any one would do, but he
preferred ones that weren't on his regular floor.  He'd find a stall, drop
his pants, and free his continuously hard cock.  He'd masturbate, thinking
of the morning and the night before, and the way they had used him.

James dreaded getting caught.  By work, or worse, by his wife.  But she
hadn't let him touch himself when she was around since she brought
Alex home.

And James found he couldn't resist.




(C) GenericJoe, 2003
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