For some reason, she actually believed that I should want to have sex with her after she has spent every moment together since I got off work, berating me. I told her I was tired of her non-stop verbal abuse every night after I would get home. Her idea of verbal abuse was me agreeing with her that she needed to go on a diet, two months ago. She couldn’t grasp the concept that saying I was worthless as a male because I didn’t make enough money, was emasculating; especially when she sat at home all day, watching TV. It was beyond her comprehension that I needed to get to bed by eleven, because I had to get ready for work at six in the morning. And how horrible of a human being I was if I ever dared complain about the dishes left all over the house, drawing filth and vermin into our home. I hate my life!

Then she wanted to fight the minute I got home tonight about a men’s mag she found in a box I hadn’t look into since we had been married, nine years ago. That pushed me over the edge. She had made me fear the mere thought of having sex because of the demeaning way she always treated me. Now she’s complaining that I used porn, nine years ago. I pointed out the dozens of porn paperbacks she was constantly reading and she tried to claim they were just erotic novels. Well, duh! What’s the difference? Did she really think I didn’t have a clue why the porn novels, her vibrator, and three dildos all were kept on her bureau? They all went together.

I don’t even think about sex anymore because of how much she has turned me off on it. Yet, her books, and mechanical devices were moved daily. How could she not know that I knew what she did everyday while I was out supporting her ass? Big deal… her porn goes on and on in an endless manner to achieve the same thing that a very short porn letter can do for a guy. Is it really my fault that females need a long drawn out novel because it takes them so long to achieve an orgasm? I think what really pisses her off when I call her novels porn, is the fact that women for the last sixty years have demeaned men for using porn. Now that they’re using it in the very same way, albeit much slower, they don’t like the same terms applied to them as they had used to demean us. Let alone the vast sales of dildoes across the country, or that it’s become the right of passage for a girl to get her first mechanical device along with puberty. What’s the matter, is using their own hands too much work?

Well, tonight was the final straw. A divorce is the only way I could see to become happy with life again. Maybe I could stop looking at forks and thinking, “I wonder what this would feel like sticking out of my brain?” I decided tonight was going to be Day1 for me. I may still be stuck married to her, but I was starting my new life right now. And I was planning on enjoying the hell out of myself. As I hid in the bathroom so I could read the paper in peace, I ran across the personal ads. For the first time in my life, I read a couple. But it was full of women looking for good providers and I had enough of being used like that already. I read a couple of the gay ads for a laugh, and they were all extremely gay or looking for sex only. I folded up the paper and dropped it on the sink. But it had started me thinking. Maybe all I was looking for at the moment was sex.

The problem was that I was so put off by my wife’s actions, I really didn’t think much about women anymore. She seemed to have spoiled me for all good women. I opened the paper again and read a few more of the gay ads. I had never thought much about doing anything with another man before. As a kid I had done all the messing around that little boys do, but that was it. I always figured it on the same level as girls practicing their kissing with their girlfriends.

As I read through several ads, I started to get intrigued by the thought of one of these guys looking for a man to please. I thought, “What the hell, getting a blowjob from a guy might not be all that bad.” I decided to think on it and promised myself to stay open to anything. And wouldn’t you know it, the second I left the bathroom, there was my loving wife berating me yet again. This time I was in the bathroom for too long… so I must have been jerking off. I didn’t say a word; I was through with being baited into arguing with her. I gave her a short wave right in front of her face and said, “C’ya!” And it felt so damn good leaving her behind. I was going out and didn’t even plan on coming back before midnight.

The second I drove down the road, I pulled over. I realized I was headed someplace, but had no idea where. I figured I should get a destination before going much further. So I went to a local bar to sit and think. I wasn’t much of a drinker, and never went to bars, but I was working on Day 1, and had to give new things a try. On the way in, I saw a rack with those small free classified guides, so I grabbed one on the way by. I ordered a beer and thumbed through the guide. I was getting amused at some of the blatant requests in some of the ads. They got me to thinking that I really, really could use a blowjob. I had decided to go to work and go into a couple of chat rooms, sort of a fishing expedition. I was to find out that I had no idea how few chat rooms were dedicated to finding women. Hmmmm, wonder why that might be?

As soon as I signed in, I went for the chat rooms. I figured out which ones were local and couldn’t believe the kink I saw. There was everything imaginable within the profile listings. I decided the first thing to do before getting into talking to anyone, was to get an anonymous screen name. I looked at many to get some ideas. I finally decided that since I was there to explore a wild side of me, that it had to involve the word kink. And my nickname at work was Daddy, so I simply meld the two into DaddyKink. Little did I know just how inviting that would be to some, but I was soon to find out.

I wrote up a simple profile and then signed into a chat room named, Newchoices. It seemed like the place to start on Day 1 of a new life. I had no idea it meant that the room was a code name for submissives to meet dominating people. So, naturally everything out of my mouth had a different meaning. I began by typing into the room, ‘Hello, Daddykink is here’. They must have thought aliens had landed. Everyone was saying stuff to me and making wild offerings. While in the midst of putting all this new information into proper context, I received a private message. The man described how horny he was and that if I would allow him the honor to entertain him for a while at his home, he would do anything I wanted. He went on to explain ‘anything’ and I was knocked to the floor. But I realized I had an amazing erection.

I started to toy with the guy, asking him to say what he was willing to do for me, and he out rightly started begging me to abuse him. My aching cock made me ask where he was, and it turned out that he was less than ten minutes away. I asked him his name and it was Devlin. So, I asked Devlin if he would meet me at his front door, wearing a blindfold, nude, and on his knees waiting to suck my cock. When he typed back his two word answer, “Yes, Master”, I felt a spasm in my jeans unlike anything I had felt in months. I asked for directions and told him to get ready for me. I told him it would be about fifteen minutes and to leave the front door open for me, with him in full view. He said he would be anxiously awaiting my arrival.

I found the address with little difficulty, and sure enough, the front door was open. I was shaking with nervousness as I walked to the front door, but still horny as all hell. I stood on the porch and peered into the front room. There Devlin was, nude, blindfolded, on his knees and waiting to suck me off. I looked all around as I walked into the house. I found it so hard to believe that getting a blowjob could be just this easy. I felt a surge of power go through me that I hadn’t felt in years. The slow castration of my manhood over the past years by my wife was immediately reversed. I felt so ever powerful, and feeling a need to use this guy for all he was worth.

I asked, “Are you ready to suck my cock, boy?” And the answer was an immediate, “Yes sir, whatever you say, sir.” I stood in front of him and told him to get started then. I was amazed at the fact that he didn’t hesitate for even a moment. He reached out, found my belt and started dropping my pants for me. When I felt his hand graze my cock for the first time, I felt the need to cum worse than in the last six years. I just looked down at him as he worked my pants and underwear to the floor.

Then without a word or stuttering moment, he sucked my cock into his mouth. He started bobbing his head on me and making relishing groans, like a starving dog getting fed. I got into my role quickly, and began ordering him to do different things for my benefit. Then I wondered just how dedicated of a sissy this fag really was going to be, I asked, “When I come, are you going to swallow it all down like a good bitch?” He took his mouth away just long enough to answer, “Yes, sir.” Where in the hell had I been during this sexual explosion that had taken over the planet.

I got right into it, and grabbed the mans head and fucked his mouth for my delight. I hardly cared when I heard him gagging and choking on my cock, but instead told him, “Take it like the sissy you are, you little fuck.” That only seemed to enrage his need for more verbal abuse. But feeling the cum getting ready to depart from my body, left my mind a blank. I held onto his head and fucked the cum out of my balls with the greatest satisfaction of my life. All the time I stared at the head that was hungrily swallowing my cum without a bit of humility, at least for me. I had him lick me clean, and pull my pants and underwear back into place. I was satisfied, and he seemed to be, so I turned and left without a single word.

As I drove down the road, I instantly got hard again thinking about what I had just done to that man. He let me abuse his mouth, swallowed my cum, and didn’t even care who the hell I was, just that I had the right stuff. It wasn’t even eight o’clock yet, so I went back to play on the computer at my job. I wanted to get an all over knowledge of this new world that had been evolving around my stifled mind. I cruised through many chat rooms and in one I was sent an address for a free reading room of sorts. I read several of the stories and became amazed at the minds some of these writers had, and their lack of concern for mainstream thoughts. I was so fucking fascinated that I didn’t even know this world existed, let alone the fact that it was so easily accessed.

As soon as I was done with that one, I went to a story with an obviously female writer. It sounded good by the title, but I was so bored at the trivial details included and the endless ranting of eluded-to-details. This had to be written as female porn. I like details to keep the story believable and interesting, but come on, who would care what color her toe nails were painted. I figured there were two kinds of porn; male and female. Men want a somewhat believable, straight to the point, highly graphic and sexually charged story to jerk off to. But I could understand the need for women to need a much longer, drawn out story. After all, look at how much longer it takes them to get off. The only thing that bothered me was the way women would feel high and mighty over their porn. It had to be referred to as erotica; as if they were exalted over the twisted perverts (men) that were satisfied with something as simple as a short jerk-off story. I like quality in writing as much as women, but not stretched out so long that it would take a mechanical device to get me to cum.

I finally settled into a story of a guy that taught the art of domination to others. It was intoxicating to me, but not the way I thought it would be. I realized I got hotter over the subs being put to use and humiliated, rather than the power I had exhibited just a couple of hours ago. I found myself asking which side of the border I was actually on, and if I even had to make a choice. I was fascinated by the descriptive feelings attributed to a young man on his knees, tied to a pole, and having to suck the cocks of his Master, and the trainee. I seemed to get rather charged over the feelings attributed to him, as it was described just how much he liked being forced to catch their sperm in his mouth, and then to even swallow it. I grabbed at my cock at that point, and needed to relieve myself again. I hadn’t needed to get off twice in one day in years.

After a while, the imagery of the story was replaced by the man I had just forced into giving me head. I leaned back in my chair and fantasized what it must have been like for him. I couldn’t believe that I was thinking about what a man’s cock in my mouth would taste like, or feel like; then being controlled the way I had done to him. I was at the peak of feeling his humility, when I felt the shuddering coming over me. I was about to cum at my own hand better than when my cock was in the mans’ mouth. My cum shot with a renewed ferocity unlike it had in several years. I actually was gasping for my breath when I finished. Looking at the mess I had made all over my desk, I grabbed some tissues to clean up. Staring at one particular glob on my desk, I wondered how in the world I had just thought about the feeling of having to swallow another mans’ cum, yet was so repulsed as I looked at my own just seconds after cumming.

All the way home, I wondered about which side of the fence I might belong on. Not only whether I wanted to dominate another, or be dominated; but if I had become more attracted to sex with the short and to the point men, or the soft, and all so different women that took much more time to please. I think when I walked into my house that I was given a very strong push towards men. The woman I had married displayed every bad side most women would wish to cover up, and seemed to revel in her ability to bitch me into a coma. I knew it was just this particular situation, and that it went both ways between the sexes. But living through what most would term, grave mental abuse, it was almost impossible to remember the sweet, wonderful women that filled the world just outside my front door.

I had made my decision. In six months, my goal was to be very happily divorced, and exploring my new life as Daddykink. As I tried falling asleep that night, I couldn’t get the blowjob out of my mind that Devlin had given me. I had to wonder if it was just because he was that good, all men are better at it, or if it had just been that long since I got one. But I was sure I was going to have to try walking on the wild side much more often.

The next day was pretty much a repeat of what I had gone through the day before. I worked my ass off for nine hours, and came home to be bitched at for an hour. At least for once she had a good reason for bitching at me. When she got tiring, again I waved bye and left to go back to work and play on my PC. I felt like a sadist toward my wife. I knew the thing that pissed her off most was when I wouldn’t fight with her. Walking out on her had to be so devastating to her. Too bad!

At the office, I went straight back to the reading room. I had decided to try reading about as many different kinks and fetishes as I could as I put together my new life. After many hours, I decided on one main thing; I was going to try several of the things I had read about. And I was determined that I wasn’t going to let one very bad marriage destroy my image of all other women. So, as I went back to the chat rooms, I decided to look for something that might give women back the allure they once held with me.

It didn’t take all that long, as I ventured into a room called, Tri_Dis. I was out to try new things, so it seemed to fit the bill. I entered the room by saying, ‘Here I am, come and get me’. It had to be my name, DaddyKink, because I got three private messages almost instantly. Two of them I dismissed instantly as too needy. But the third sounded rather interesting. It was from a guy by the name of Grin, and a girl, Barit. He was 25 and she was 23. Being in my late thirties, their ages seemed rather nice. I asked if they had checked my profile, and she said my age was okay for what they had in mind and that the rest of my profile had them rubbing each other off at that very moment. That begged the question, ‘what did they have in mind’?

Barit said she and her boyfriend were looking for a partner for a threesome. They wanted to know if I was interested and if I had a picture. I asked for their picture, just as it arrived in my mail. As I waited for their picture to download, I told them I hadn’t had a chance to get one online yet. They loved the fact that I was a newbie; thus less chance of having bad habits or diseases. It seemed like their main focus was on Barit getting fucked while her boyfriend watched. I loved that part. She also liked the fact that I loved giving girls head and wanted to know if girls were the only ones I would do that for, not that it mattered. I told her that was what I preferred, but as my profile indicated, I wanted to taste a little bit of everything out there. So, who knows?

Since they had no idea what I looked like, we set up to meet at a local fast food place to check each other out. Before running off to meet with them, I had to ask about their names, Grin and Barit. That was amusing to them. She said, “He grins, as I bare it.” I told her I couldn’t wait to meet them, and headed out.

A half hour later, I was sitting in the meeting place, and could tell by the sheer exuberance on the girls face coming at me, that I was very happy to meet Barit. Grin was right behind her and was a pretty well built guy, as far as I could tell. Barit was bubbly and very excitable, long blond hair, petite body and a nice little rack. I quickly saw just how outgoing she was, when she sat down and immediately rubbed my thigh straight up to my crotch. After finding out what they liked and scaring me a bit, I asked what they were willing to settle for on our first venture. We seemed to make a match, so we agreed to try it out. In the parking lot, Barit just assumed she would ride with me to their place. Grin didn’t seem to mind, so I sure didn’t.

Barit slid right next to me as we left first. She even waved to her boyfriend with one hand as her other hand went straight for my crotch. She gave me directions to her place and leaned over my crotch to entice me with her mouth by nibbling my cock through my jeans. I put my hand on the back of her head as she playfully bit at me. Her passion was such a fucking turn on next to the bitch I had the unfortunate luck of having married. When we got to their place, she hung on me like a Christmas pony. Once again, Grin didn’t seem to mind, I liked his style.

I was immediately led to the bedroom, and pushed to the bed by Barit. She pounced on top of me and started to procure my clothing. This was one hot and extremely horny young girl. I caught her flashing smiles of thanks to her boyfriend many times. I noticed at some point that I was down to my underwear and stopped her. I said, “I think it’s time to see how you got your name, don’t you?” Her grin showed that she agreed and stood at the foot of the bed. She replied, “Okay, but I want some help from you boys.”

Grin was finally speaking, and told her to go get us some drinks. She did it so quickly that I wondered why her free spirit would have so quickly taken a demand. As soon as she was out the door, he started to inform me of her ‘rape fantasies’. He spoke hurriedly as he gained my support in what he needed my help to accomplish. I had such a fucking boner sticking out of the front of my shorts. While waiting for her to come back, I kept repeating my fears to Grin until he finally took out a couple of pictures of Barit. She was bound and gagged on the bed nude with yet another guy, his cock in her mouth. Okay, I believed him now and became a full participant in what he was asking.

Barit brought the drinks back and sat them on the table. Then Grin jumped her, and spun her around to face down. I took the ball gag that he told me was in the nightstand, and helped hold her to the bed as I struggled to get it in place around her head. Though she was struggling fiercely, I noticed she raised no real verbal protests, and didn’t show a lot of worry. As the two of us tried rolling her over, I had to lay the weight of my body on top of her torso, as Grin switched to the top to hold her arms to the bed. I pushed down her torso so I could unbutton her blouse. Watching her chest heave as she twisted and squirmed, made a much lovelier scene than I ever would have expected. When I opened her blouse and pushed it back off her shoulders, I saw a pair of very nice tits, still nicely shaped despite lying down. She wore a very thin cotton jersey-type bra for this occasion, and her real shape had no restraint. These orbs were fantastic to watch straining under our grips. I looked towards Grin and he was just as fascinated by her twisting and the way her breasts heaved as she struggled. I feared that this particular scene was very scary for my freedom. I knew in the back of my mind that she was getting exactly as she wanted, but the beauty of this girl writhing under our holds on her was so exhilarating. I used both hands as I lay on her lower body to push the cotton bra up over her luscious mounds. She tried twisting away from my groping hands, but only to arouse my aggressive behavior. Her nipples were stiff and protruding, and I just had to pause to reach forward and suck on each of them for a few seconds.

Then Grin was fighting to get her shirt and bra off of her. I helped to hold her as best as I could, but her struggling was quite real and forceful. But it was all worth it as I pushed back to holding her legs and marveled in this girl’s beauty. Her form was so smooth and lithe, not a mark on her skin disturbed her perfect tan. The shape of her slightly flattened breasts was the prime exemplar of grace. I had to see the rest.

While I began to unbutton her jeans, I caught her smiling eyes flash towards her boyfriends’ and then filled with torment as she looked back my way. Despite her protests and struggles, I knew for sure now that she was anything but a victim. When her pants were unfastened, I didn’t hesitate to coarsely rip them from her body, even lifting her legs while doing so. And when she tried to twist her body away from me to keep me from getting her panties off, I slapped her ass and forced her to face me again. I ripped her matching jersey-style panties off her almost effortlessly. I couldn’t believe the sight before me. She was as bald as a jaybird, and smooth as a baby’s butt.

She must have seen in my eyes what I was going to do. I had no ability to fight off my own desires, and as I started for my plunge between her legs, she tried kicking at me, and contorting her lower half. But as much as she revolted against what she could clearly see I wanted, I knew that no girl who even likes sex just a little would really want to stop me. Her eyes glowed with the excitement of having fallen upon a playmate like myself that relished the female form in the way I was about to take her.

I had to force her legs to a spread position, and when Grin saw what I was planning, he cheered me on. I leaned down to her muff, and smelled the provocative scent of her cunt as it expelled her wanton desire to be taken. This was the first time I had ever eaten pussy where I couldn’t go slow or easy. Her actions to this point had been all about force and being taken, and that was how I took it from her. I licked her lips hard, and dragged my tongue through her folds. I chewed on her clit harder than she might have requested, but not so hard as to hurt her. I munched away at her for several minutes in this fashion, and of course, she couldn’t keep fighting it. When I saw her resisting had faded, I lifted her legs until they were beside her head, and sucked her smooth pussy lips until I knew she was close to the edge, then I drove two fingers into her. I curled them under to rub the inside of her clit wall, and sucked so hard on her clit that she bucked wildly to get away from me. But I hung on and fingered her to a wrenching orgasm. Not until I felt her slam her ass into the bed did I stop eating her.

I pulled myself up onto her as Grin was complimenting my work. I had to hear her voice now, thinking how pleasant it was to want to hear a female voice again, unlike what I would be hearing from my wife in a few hours. As I pulled the gag from her head, she ripped her arms from Grin’s grasp and put them around me to pull me into her for a deep, passionate kiss. She finally let go of me and said, “That was the best fucking head I ever got, you guys were so perfect.” I could finally feel safe that this hadn’t been some sort of a setup. Barit struggled away from us and said, “Now it’s your turn to feel us giving you pleasure. Are you ready?” I was very ready.

Barit hastily yanked my underwear from my body, and had me lay on the bed, but with my legs hanging off so as to touch the floor. I was staring at her and the motions her breasts would make at her slightest movements. They were magnificent. Grin was tugging one of my arms up, slipped a loop of rope on my wrist and yanked it tight. I started to bolt upright, but Barit calmed me, pushed me back to the bed, and said it was just a little light restraint to heighten my pleasure while she fucked me. I liked the idea of her fucking me, so I became passive for them. I let Grin fasten my other wrist in the same fashion as the first. And though the other ends of the ropes were fastened to the headboard, I had enough slack to get away if necessary.

Barit straddled my hips and aimed my hardon into her. She slowly sank down over me, moaning softly for Grin to continue. Her pussy was so nice and tight, warm and wet, as she proceeded to slip me in and out of her. God, she felt so good. But I became aware that her boyfriend was doing something with my legs. I figured out that he was tying them apart to the lower bed posts. I really didn’t care how he kept busy as long as he didn’t interfere with what I was collecting from his girlfriend. But I should have! Barit saw I was fully trussed, leaned over to kiss me, and whispered, “Now DaddyKink, we are in control.” My eyes came back to focus on reality and what perverse intentions they might have for me.

She pulled off my cock, leaving me very anxious. She went to her dresser and came back with a couple of elastic bands. She told me she was still going to fuck me, but I was going to have to work much harder for it. Then she started placing the bands around my balls. She explained, “These rubber bands have two jobs; they’ll make it much harder for you to get your rocks off on me, and they’ll castrate you if you don’t do it fast enough.” The bands were rather loose, so I had to wonder how they would achieve their objective. But I looked to see Grin’s face to see if I could glean any information from him. He had removed his shirt and was starting on his pants. I figured he was going to join in and perhaps make out with his pretty girlfriend as she humped my prick. But…

Barit continued her explanation, as I saw Grin pull his underwear off. He had a major hardon and was pretty well hung for a younger man. “I think it’s time to give you a taste of a real man’s cock, you think?” I said ‘no, that I wasn’t ready for that’. Then she pulled on the bands, twisted them and wrapped them in half around the base of my balls. Now they were frightful; they were definitely tight enough now to do some damage. I started to dispute their behavior, but she spoke louder, “Now, when you are ready to try sucking cock, just let us know, okay.” She turned and started kissing Grin. Seeing I had little choice, and that my balls were already in a great deal of pain, I said ‘okay’. But that wasn’t good enough, she asked for more.

I said, “Okay, I’ll try sucking cock, but then take the rubbers off.” She smiled at Grin and turned to sit on me again. Grin came around to the side of the bed as Barit made herself comfortable on my cock. I wondered how she expected me to suck on him this way, but they had that all worked out. He got on his knees behind my head, facing his girl. Then he bent forward to give her a kiss. That gave me a very close look of his equipment as it dangled in my face. Then I heard Barit say, “You might want to get started, you’re balls are already turning colors.” I understood the position now, sort of a vertical daisy chain.

I lifted my lips and took his head into my mouth. I wasn’t happy being forced into doing this, but I had thought about what it would be like, so I took an honest taste of him. It wasn’t nasty or disgusting like I might have imagined. But as he got hard, it wanted to go in another direction, and fell from my mouth. His cock was now angled away from me, and there was no way I could get it back on my own. Feeling the pain in my balls, I told him of my problem. He was aware of it, but wanted me to ask for his explicit help. So I asked, “Can you please put it back in my mouth. And please, Barit, hurry up. My balls hurt so much.” As Grin pushed the head of his cock back down and I took it back in, she told me, “Oh, honey! We aren’t going to be done until you get all three of us off.” With that, Grin pushed his body lower, giving his cock no chance at falling out again. He was aimed right down my throat in this position.

I was going nuts knowing that they expected me to actually get this guy in my mouth to cum. My mind flashed back to Devlin the day before and how I had no qualms about forcing him to swallow my whole load. Was that what they expected from me now? I tried to twist my head off his cock at that thought, but didn’t have enough lead way. And the way Barit was fucking away at me, and taunting me to do a good job on her boyfriend, I had to come to terms with what I had to do to get some relief. I tried bobbing my head forward, and wrapped my lips tighter for him. I tried imagining just what I would want from Grin if our positions were exchanged. I found myself a very active participant now. I was trying to keep as hard as I could under the circumstances, all the while trying to learn what it takes to make a guy cum from this new perspective.

Strangely I felt relieved to some extent, when Grin started humping at my face. I at least knew he was getting into it, and was trying to get off. But it quickly turned to a real all out face fucking, as Barit was asking how I was enjoying my first cock. She told Grin to make it memorable for me, and to fuck the shit out of my pretty little lips. I was gagging on his length and having a great deal of trouble catching my breath. I tried to figure out what girls did to breathe when they had given me blowjobs in the past.

Then, just as I thought I was going to be okay, Barit came up with one last request of Grin to torment me further. She said in a voice like I wasn’t quite supposed to hear, “Let me see you deep throat your bitch.” I groaned my disapproval at that, but he pushed up slightly so she could see his cock going into my mouth. I could just barely see her taunting smile from beneath Grin’s body, but she was so pleased to see my contorted face having to perform for the two of them. Then, as if he were doing pushups on my face, I felt him pushing his cock into me farther than it had yet gone. I choked on it and was given instructions on how to relax and let him have at me. I was also told to breathe whenever he gave me the chance.

I choked every time he pushed his cock to my throat, but I felt lucky that it wasn’t actually going in. Barit was enjoying herself to great excess and kept telling Grin to make me his bitch. She verbally abused and taunted me to accomplish my tasks, as she banged at my abdomen even harder. Abuse! I suddenly thought about that, and thought this abuse was still much better than what I was assured of getting in a few more hours. I decided I was going to enjoy what was happening to me now, despite my inhibitions. Fuck that bitch I was stuck married too, I was going to walk that wild side like a pro, or at least as much as I could.

I think Grin realized I was now trying to relax my throat, because he made a renewed effort at getting his cock down into my throat. After about his third forceful try, the head of his cock slipped into its reward, I had been fully penetrated. I tried my hardest not to panic. Grin told her he had it in my throat, and she crouched to get a better look. He took it out momentarily to take a stab at getting it deeper. She jeered him on and I felt him slide back in until his pubic hair blocked my nose. I couldn’t believe he had gotten it in all the way. I had a strange sense of satisfaction that this young man had indeed made me his bitch. But the panic was coming on at the lack of air I was getting. She told him to give me a quick break.

She cooed at me, “How’s that Daddy, you like getting a man’s cock right down your throat? He’s so good at that.” Then he started to fuck at me again, and he got me to swallow it a little easier this time. He would push it in deep, then give my throat a little humping, and pull out just enough so I could breathe. The more he fucked my throat, the closer I was to cumming myself. As I was getting worked over by Grin, Barit was going to town on me at the fascination of what her guy was forcing me to do. She had stopped taunting me, so I knew she was getting close herself. I started bucking up into her myself, and I heard her scream so pleasantly. That end of my body was completing its mission, and even though I thought I was coming, it wasn’t happening. I remembered the rubber bands that had faded out of this equation and tried desperately to force myself to cum. I seemed close to a heart attack, but finally I was able to force myself to cum. She felt me relieving myself into her, quivered like crazy, and half fell over onto her boyfriend. Grin still had a way to go with me, but renewed his effort to fuck my throat. As half of my turmoil was gone, I started to wonder how in the hell I got myself into this position of actually having another man fucking my throat.

I tried holding still to help him hurry, and even moaned in acceptance of his assault on me. I felt Barit getting off me and peeking for a closer look at my humiliation. Grin was finally grunting as he took his quick little pumps while deep in my throat, and then he grunted to us that he was cumming. He gave one more deep push into my throat, and being repulsed at the idea of being forced to swallow cum, I tried to groan my disapproval at having this done to me. But I could feel him relieving himself in me, and winced in my embarrassment. But he wanted me to have a taste of him, so he withdrew back to my mouth and left his last spurts there.

When Barit saw what he was doing, she warned me not to spit it out or she’d let the bands castrate me. When Grin had milked his last drops into my mouth, he struggled to get off me. Barit sat next to me and said, “Okay, swallow and I’ll relieve your little problem.” I wasn’t going to refuse, as I realized I had only pain in my groin. I swallowed hard and tried to get the remnants of his cum off my teeth and swallowed that as well. She bent over me, gave me a big, wet kiss. But she sat back up, looked disgusted, and said, “Yuck, you taste like sperm!” She leaned back down, and kissed my cheek. Then she gingerly took the bands from my sack and massaged my balls.

But before untying me, she wanted to know if DaddyKink had fun exploring this new side of life. I thought about it for a moment, understood I might not get untied if the answer wasn’t what she wanted to hear, and gulped hard. I said, “It wasn’t what I had expected, but it certainly gave me something to think about.”

As they both worked to untie me, I was congratulated on being such a good ‘tool’ and said I was welcomed back anytime. I wanted to say that that wasn’t ever going to happen, but the words wouldn’t come out. I dressed quickly, but before I left, Grin thanked me for a most excellent blowjob, and Barit rubbed her nude form up against me and my hands as she kissed me passionately goodbye. God, had this fantastic work of womanhood revived my lust and love for women.

Going down the road, all I could think of was the perverse fucking I had just been given, and their online names, Grin and Barit.

The wife was waiting up just to make sure she had given me a heavy dose of my ‘deserved’ bitching. After all, I was useless, no good, and as boring as a drill bit. After nearly an hour of her constant ranting, I finally had enough. Only the second thing I said since I had been home finally let her know just how fed up I was at her reaming me out. I told her, “Go stuff your face; you look so appealing to me that way.” Naturally, that was taken as a fat comment, and for once, she was absolutely right.

The next night I went out to get something to eat, and then back to work. I wasn’t even going to give the wife time to bitch at me. As soon as I got back to my office, I started through the chat rooms. I couldn’t get the last two nights out of my head, and all the new kinky shit I was running across seemed somewhat lacking. After a while of thinking about Grin and Barit, I went back to the reading room. I ran across some more stuff written by that guy named PlanetDweller. He had a long list of stories on his web site that intrigued me and some that tested my resolve in going forward. I had to think about how far I had gone in just two days; was I going to be able to tone down when I wanted to? I wondered where he was in his life and if his stories were all fantasies, or more descriptive of his own life as it is now?

The reading room I was in was advertising for submittals from new writers, and I wondered if I could ever measure up to some of the porn or erotica, whatever you want to call it, that I had read. I’d never written before, but I thought about the last two nights and how much those things would probably turn people on. I wondered as I read some other stories if I had anything to add to the mix. Could I write at all, and what would the knowledge I have be called? If I made it as long and drawn out as the novels my wife fingered herself to, I guess I would have to call it erotica. But how could I write about what I had just lived through with it being anything but porn. I came to the realization that erotica was simply a snotty way of trying to say you were above porn, but in the end, someone was reading it to make themselves cum. To me it was all written material that was used for the same exact purpose, to Mind Fuck someone.

I decided to sign up with the reading room and start writing about my first nights’ experience. I figured that the title would be the hardest part. After all, no one will get past the title to read the story if it wasn’t straight to the point and highly descriptive. I had several ideas, but decided to come back to that.

My next challenge was the author name. I instantly thought about DaddyKink, but then it wouldn’t be anonymous for my real exploits. The answer came to me in a flash. I had used a name as a kid to write to a girl that I liked in secret. I quickly went through the names of the listed authors and hit another roadblock. The name was taken, but I decided that I had to see what kind of stuff the guy wrote. I read three different stories, stroking myself throughout all three of them, and then decided what I was going to write… porn or erotica? I was going to aspire to write, erotic porn. Well, the name Solomon was taken, so I went back to thinking of a new name for myself.

When I saw I already had writers block at the title, I did the only thing an aspiring writer could do… I went to get new material. I looked at the number I had doodled on my desk pad all day, and dialed it. When I heard a meek little voice on the other end, I asked, “Is this Grin or Barit?”