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Couple Fun After my beautiful, sexy wife took her boyfriend to our bed for the night, she worked up my frustrated lust until I begged to serve a friend of her new lover, just to meet my need for sex. Polly then gave that friend my number. A couple of days later I received a message from an unknown number; "Hi Sissy Slut Lari. Enjoyed your photos. I've heard you're desperate to serve cock and I like desperate little whores. I think we should meet." I was mildly shocked by how turned on the proposition made me. I replied that I'd heard he was very impressive and I would be honoured to find out for myself. "I have your address and will pick you up at 7 pm tomorrow. You will be dressed to please. If I like what I see I'll take ownership of your sissy bod and Bimbo brain." "Yes Sir" I replied, acknowledging his superiority with trembling small hands. "You will call me Master." "Yes Master" I told Polly about the arrangement and she asked if I was looking forward to it. I confirmed my hard little clitty ensured I was, even if I was nervous and still unsure about the authenticity of my recently awoken bi curiosity. "It's authentic." she said. "You wouldn't get so hard looking at Dave's dripping cock if it wasn't." "Yes Mistress" I accepted, dipping my head in shame as my tiny dick twitched. "And would a straight guy love slipping into sheer stockings and miniskirts? Parading around in high heels and corsets with jewels plugging their boi pussy?" "No Mistress". Her humiliating observations were exciting me. "Would a straight guy beg his wife to let him suck cock?" "No Mistress" "No. But a bi guy would, wouldn't he? A sissy bi guy who loves big cocks and bimbo slutty clothes." "Yes Mistress" Her logic was infallible. Polly is very smart, much smarter than me. "So you're going to be a good little slut for your new Master? Make your wife proud?" "Yes Mistress, I'll do my best." That night my wife gently stroked my aching 3" clitty while telling me how much she enjoyed sex with Dave, how she loved his big cock and what it did to her, how my little dicklet could never satisfy her like his does. Of course I had to tell her every time I felt the point of no return approaching so she could slap my small balls to prevent me cumming. When she said goodnight my longing for release was the only thing I could think about. Next morning Polly, my Mistress, asked if I was excited about the evening ahead. "In some ways, Mistress. I'm also a bit worried and very confused." "What are you worried about? Taking your first cock?" "What if he's a sadistic maniac? I'm not a fan of pain." "I did ask a few questions, don't worry. You'll be fine. He'll treat you like the gurly bimbo you are. Well, except for the spankings he loves to give. I should've known better than to imagine Mistress wouldn't have done her own checks. I was embarrassed by my lack of trust. "Thank you Mistress" "I want you to enjoy being a sex slave, like I'm enjoying being another man's slut." "Yes Mistress." "And what are you confused about? How much you want cock? How excited you get putting on girls clothes?" "Yes Mistress" "Just go with it. If you're enjoying it, why not? Don't think so much. Be a bimbo slut." "Yes Mistress" "Dave's coming round here again this evening so you might as well go on your date. You'll only be sent to the guest bedroom if you stay here." "Yes Mistress" Once again the thought of my wife, my goddess being fucked by Dave's thick cock reignited my subservience. I knew I had to accept the paradigm I had created, but the nagging doubts remained. "You're a cock now, my nympho. I'm looking forward to hearing all about your exploits." "Yes Mistress" We had a light meal that evening and once I'd cleaned up everything my Mistress sent me to get ready. She wanted to see my outfit. I struggled to make up my mind, switching garments several times, but when I presented myself to Mistress she gave a broad smile. "Very good, my little slut! I'm sure your Master will be delighted. Let me take a couple of pictures to show Dave." I struck various porn poses to show how short my wet-look miniskirt was, how my neon pink thong panties contrasted with my black stockings and pvc corset, and how my sheer top exposed my sensitive nipples. "You're a good gurl Lari. I'm pleased with you. I'm sure your Master will be too." Mistress's praise buoyed me but I still had very active butterflies in my stomach. "Dave messaged me while you were getting ready. He wants to take me for a drink before making good use of our bed. Says he wants to show off his married slut. So you and me will be a pair of sluts tonight." I was jealous, turned on and warmed by Mistress's recognition of another bond between us. "Dave saw that pvc coat hanging in the wardrobe and wants to see me in it." Since I bought it for her she had never worn that coat outside for me. More jealousy infused with delight at how submissive she was to her boyfriend. She noticed the time and hurried upstairs to prepare for more sex. I had an hour to wait until I was going to be picked up and didn't know what to do with myself so made a stiff drink and put on some porn. Mistress prepared herself in record time, making sure she wasn't late for her lover. Not something that worried her where I was concerned. She looked amazing as always, the black pvc shining over her perfect C boobs and thin body, belted at her waist with matching stiletto-heeled boots. I gushed some compliments, wishing it was me taking her out, me who could gaze at her all evening. "As a treat for being such a good slave would you like to see what I've got on beneath this smooth coat?" I couldn't believe my ears! "Yes please Mistress. I'd love to!" She slipped open the belt and held the two sides in place. "This is what Dave said he wanted to see me wear in public." She opened the coat and exposed her body, nude apart from a pair of hold-ups and knee-high leather boots. If I'd been jealous before, it was little compared to this. Mistress looked even more desirable, more sexy than I'd imagined when I suggested (and she laughed off) she wear the same outfit in public drink with me. She looked like the only thing on her mind was sinking onto a massive cock. A perfect submissive and obedient slut, beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, just like me! And it was all for Dave, a real man with a real man's big cock. While I was sent on a blind date with a bisexual man once nicknamed ''. What the fuck was I doing! "You look stunning, Mistress. Dave's a very lucky man." "Feeling jealous?" She could tell. "Of course I am, Mistress. I'm always jealous." "But you feel especially jealous seeing me in this coat? Which makes me feel very horny, by the way. Perhaps I should've worn it when you asked me to." As always Mistress knew exactly what I was thinking. "Yes Mistress. You do look particularly hot. I would love to show you off and enjoy your arousal when we got home." "Maybe, when I'm bored of Dave's cock and release my slave, I'll let you." I felt happy that she was making it clear our future together was not at stake and that her main interest in Dave was between his legs. "Thank you Mistress." There was a knock on the door. Mistress belted her coat, gave me a beautiful smile and said she'd see me later. "Enjoy yourself, naughty gurl. Love you." "Love you too, Mistress" The house felt unusually quiet and empty as I sat waiting for my own knock, feeling slightly nauseous from the endless butterflies. Despite my confusion and trepidation I knew I had to go through with it. I had to prove I could be a genuine sex slave, willing to obey Mistress and whoever she loaned me to. A ping from my phone made me jump. It was my new Master. 'Waiting outside'. The rush of adrenaline got me to my feet but my legs felt like jelly as I walked to the front door. This was actually happening. "Very hot! You really are a bimbo." said Master as I got in his car. "Thank you Master" "I hear Dave's banging your beautiful wife." "Yes Master" "While you do as you're told." "Yes Master" "Dirty little bitch boi." "Thank you Master" I felt a jolt of unease as his hand moved to my thigh and stroked. "I like your stockings Bimbo." "Thank you Master, Sir" The drive was short and my heart pounded as we pulled in to a 5 star hotle. I felt a thrill at the depravity of my situation but nervousness was prevalent. He put a hand on my bubble butt as we walked into reception, completely unfazed, no embarrassment at his transvestite company. The receptionist did her best to mimic his calm, avoiding my face while she found the reservation (in the name 'Smith'  and handed over the cards.The suite was on the top floor. "Nice panties Bimbo." "Thank you Master" Knowing there were eyes looking up my skirt somehow activated a switch. My shame and confusion seemed to evaporate. I was a sex slave, duty-bound to please others. No more, no less. Accept the present moment, no others exist. I was free. I tried to wiggle my butt up each step like a porn star would. "Good gurl" I felt a thrill that Master noticed my effort. I waited at the top of the stairs until a big hand on my panties guided me forward. Inside the suite Master told me it was time for a good look at his sex slave. He sat on the desk chair and found a music channel on the tv. "Dance for your Master, Bimbo slut. Show me how you want to please me." Dance! Not something I would normally engage in, but this was far from normal, and was this person even 'I'? I started moving, thinking of Mistress showing off her charms on the dance floor, rolling my butt, stroking myself and turning around. "Sexy outfit Bimbo." "Thank you Master" "I like what I see." "Thank you Master" He stood up and removed his shirt. My heart accelerated, knowing he was preparing to use me. "Crawl over here and help me out of my trousers, you little slut." I did as he said, on my knees when I got to him, his crotch filling my view. My shaking fingers reached for his buckle and with the belt undone they could access the clip. It seemed like I'd entered a fourth dimension, familiar but surreal. I unzipped the fly and the weight of the belt pulled the trousers down leaving an enormous swinging cock inches from my face. I heard myself moan like a sexy gurl. "Suck it Bimbo. Make it hard." With the hunk of meat right there, so powerfully pornographic, it felt natural to reach out and wrap my small fingers around the base, to steer the heavy dong into my waiting mouth. Natural to lick and suck it, marvel at its expansion, compliment its incredible girth and length. "Do you like that, Bimbo?" "Yes Master I love your big, beautiful cock" "I promised Dave a couple of pics so he can show your wife what a gurly slut she's married to. So get it back in your mouth, cock sucker." I gave the sluttiest performance I could, even pausing to look up and tell Master how much I loved sucking his huge cock. "You're a good gurl, Bimbo." "Thank you Master" I couldn't get much more than the tip in my mouth but hoped my busy tongue would compensate. I knew I had a lot of practice ahead if I wanted to get closer to Mistress's level of blow job ability. I didn't know if Master knew I'd never had a real cock in my mouth before and I didn't tell him. "Time my bimbo showed me her boi pussy. Stand up and put your hands on the desk." I did as I was told then felt my skirt being pushed up and fingers at the top of my pink thong panties. The tight, lacy material was slowly peeled away then pushed down my smooth legs until I could lift my heels out. Feeling two big hands mauling my naked ass was a novel experience but I put such considerations to the back of my mind, focusing on giving my sluttiest response, pushing against his firm grip and asking if he was going to fuck me. "That's what you want, isn't it Bimbo? A hard cock in this ass. I can already tell you're going to be a tight little bitch." Perhaps I should've told him his cock would be my first real one but, again, I didn't want to shatter the slutty image. "Yes, Master. Please fill my hole Sir." He slapped each of my cheeks with his heavy rod then stood me straight, telling me to get my lube. Shit! Didn't think about that. "Sorry Master. I forgot to bring some." "I'll excuse you once, but never do that again. I expect my bitch to always be ready for use." "Yes Master" "Lucky for you I've got some." He fished about in his jacket. I guessed he often needed lubricant with an appendage like his. "Get me ready, Bimbo." I took the offered lube, tore it open and squeezed the contents into my hand. Smearing it over his long rigid shaft brought home just how huge he was. Definitely bigger than Mistress's largest dildo, the one I struggle to take half of. As I stroked the slippery cock up and down, I couldn't help but feel jealous of such an impressive tool, so potently erotic. I wondered if I would ever see it pumping in and out of Mistress's hungry pussy. "On the bed, Bimbo. Knees and elbows, butt in the air." "Yes Master" I wanted to feel like a total slut, sliding myself along big cock, dripping as I begged for more, but instead I just felt considerable pain. My tight boi pussy was being stretched way beyond anything I'd experienced and I half expected to split open at any second. "Fuck, you're a tight little bitch." Master grunted. "I'll need to break you in before taking you to a party." A party? Did Master plan to share his slut? Would I have to service more than one cock at a time? Would Mistress allow that? The pain began to subside, replaced by complete fullness, pushing in and out. I could begin to feel slutty again. "Fuck me Master" I moaned "Dirty Bimbo! You want more?" "Yes Master. I'm your sex slave. I'll be a good little gurl for you Sir. Use me." There was an amount of discomfort as the hardness went deeper with each stroke, but no pain. I started to push against his thrusts, whimpering and groaning like a . I wasn't feeling any real pleasure apart from the humiliation and perverse joy of being dominated and serving a real man, my new Master. My tiny dicklet wasn't hard. "That's right, Bimbo. Ride my cock." I realised Master had stopped thrusting and the pumping was all me, repeatedly impaling my virgin arse on his monster. Then I felt big hands grip my corseted waist and his pounding resumed, along with a delightful string of compliments; "You filthy little bitch". "Dirty ", "My cock-loving Bimbo". "Tell me where you want it, slut." Master was about to give me my first load. I felt incredibly slutty. I wanted it on my face, or all over my tiny skirt and dark nylons so they were stained for another day. But instead I begged for it in my boi pussy. "Cum in my sluthole, Master. Fill me with your wonderful cream. I want to feel it dripping out of me when I get home to my wife." He gave a long groan and I felt his thickness pulsing into me. I was taking my first load. I felt like a bona fide sex slave. When Master withdrew I felt the gape as well as goo leaking down onto my tightened small balls. As Master flopped onto the bed I scooted back to the desk to retrieve my panties. I wanted to show Mistress my panties with cum on them. When Master recovered he directed me to the desk chair. I sat down with my knees and feet together, hands folded in my lap. "I'm pleased with you, Bimbo. I will take you as my slutslave. I have a few rules that I expect you to follow when I take you on dates: You will be blonde. You will be clean-shaven all over, hairless and smooth. You will always wear hosiery and heels. Do you understand?" "Yes Master" "You will also practice sucking cock for 15 minutes every day. If someone wants to shove their fat cock down my bimbo's throat, I expect her to deal with it. Understand?" "Yes Master" "Good gurl. Now sit there while I catch up on my messages then I'll take you home." I sat still, knees together, hands folded while Master reclined on the bed and used his phone. My mind was trying to process the evening; my beloved wife wearing next to nothing, out on her lover's arm, my submission to a real man, my need to be a sex slave. And now the prospect of being taken to parties and shared with others. Was I liking how things had evolved? I couldn't help noticing Master's cock stiffening as he tapped his screen. I watched transfixed as it grew to full 9" hardness, then I heard Master's voice: "Can't take your eyes off it, can you Bimbo?" "No Master" "Come here and suck it again. I think you need to go home with the taste of a real man's cum in your mouth." "Yes Master" I stood and crawled onto the bed, stopping when my face reached the thick column that I was now in love with, needing it more than anything else. I sucked, licked and admired the obelisk until Master held my head down and spurted his yummy seed into my grateful cock sucking mouth. "You're a good slut, Bimbo. And I know you're only going to get better. Let's take you home." Mistress was still in bed with her lover when I got back so I took my heels off and cleared away the empty glasses from the lounge. I was excited to tell Mistress about my evening but when Dave eventually went out the front door she said she was very tired and we could speak the next day. We lay naked in our rumpled sheets, drifting to sleep in each other's arms, a pair of submissive and obedient sex slaves/ |
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