Angela "Angie" Sloan, a senior in her high school, woke up today, on her 18th birthday. She knew that her time had come at last. She had considered this matter seriously, and realized that she wanted to be a virgin until she turned 18, but then become a slut. Now, today, she planned to lose her cherry before the day ended. She had to make sure that she acted on her decision, and did not back out of it.
Angie loved the idea of sex, but, somehow, boys her own age just had no appeal to her. She dared not go for older men, until she was legal, because she did not want to lose her lovers to prison. She wanted them to stay free men, so she could continue fucking them.
So, she wondered, who would be her first target? There was Sven Gustafsen, her next door neighbor- a bachelor with an uncertain, unknown lifestyle. He seemed rather promising, assuming that he was straight. There was Yasuko Kawashira, a Japanese man living with his wife Aniko in their fine colonial-style house. Also, there was Allan Dumont, who lived as a "cuckold" for his dominant wife, Charmaine. He never got laid, and he only got to masturbate once a week.
That struck Angie as particularly odd. Here, Allan had a gorgeous wife, and he would rather watch her than sleep with her! Or, would he, she wondered? How much of this was consensual, and how much was imposed on him? Time to find out, she realized. That was whom she would give her cherry, as a kind of vengeance on a woman so cruel that she shamed all of womankind.
It was a Saturday, so she did not have to go to school. This was the perfect chance. She had to get showered and dressed, plus do her chores, but, once that was done, her time was free, for plenty of naughtiness! She wanted to sneak over to his place, and see for herself what his situation was- if very bad, then she would have to seduce him, in the interests of compassion and fairness, not to mention fun!
Angie was very excited, as she rushed through her shower, dressing, and even her chores, with an eagerness that surprised her parents.
"Well, Angie, you're up early, and even doing your chores early! Who are you, and what have you done with my daughter?", her Mom said.
"I'm an adult now, Mom. I have to act like it, don't I?", is all that Angie would say in response.
Angie's mother just shook her head. At least, the weird, unusual behavior was constructive this time, she reminded herself. Once she was ready, Angie made up some silly story that she was going to the mall, to shop for shoes, but she knew that she was really headed down the street, to see Mr. Dumont, and surprise him while he did chores. He always had the housework to do, even though he worked, and his wife didn't. He did the load of 2 people, while she had plenty of time on her hands to fuck his friends.
She rang the doorbell, and sure enough, a naked man in a chastity belt was answering it, in the middle of his household chores, and obviously annoyed at the interruption, which might slow him down and get him in trouble with his wife. This was horrible, Angie thought. He shouldn't be frustrated like this- no grown man should be kept chaste like that!
"Angie, what is this? I'm kinda busy here, as you can see?"
"Busy being the neglected, mistreated, jilted slave of your wife, you mean? I think that you can occupy your time better than that, don't you? Look at me, baby, don't ya wanna fuck this? I am as sexy as the wife who won't fuck you, am I not?"
Allan stammered a bit, in reaction to the slutty way that Angie was dressed, in a tank top and hot pants, tight enough to show off her cute butt. His dick tried to get hard, but the poor man was not able to maintain his erection with the belt, let alone ejaculate. Angie giggled, and then took him by the hand.
"A little trick I learned from my best friend, Lenny, and yes, he's a guy. You take a clothes pin and use it to pick a lock. There we go! You're all free, and so is Dick!"
"Dick, oh, you mean, my penis?"
"Yes, exactly- your penis! It's yours, not hers, to do with as you please. Now, does it please you to use it for my pleasure, as well as yours?"
There was only one possible answer to that question for Allan Dumont, who had not been laid in years. He grinned like a hyena at the thought of fucking around; after all, his wife was in no position to complain, after getting it on with so many men, without doing it with him.
"I'll take that as a yes. Since you're rusty, and I'm a virgin, yes, that's right, a virgin, I think that we should both share power, and let it pass back and forth between us."
"You want me to take your virginity?"
"Yes, you can remember what sex was like, enough to fuck me better than my classmates might, right?"
Sure, Allan thought. He just hoped that his cock would not get too excited, and prematurely ejaculate, ruining his first fuck in years.
"Well, buddy, I think that we need to get rid of that hard-on first, so you can have more control, don't you?"
"How would you do that?"
"Simple- I'm gonna give you a blowjob! You're gonna cum in my mouth, and then you will able to eat me for a while, without being tortured or forced to cum."
Angie then grabbed his dick, and simply took it in her mouth, running her tongue from the base to the head, and back, repeatedly, so as to get him excited enough to cum soon. She wanted him free of that tormenting erection, so he could get her off without a distraction. Her mouth, it seemed to him, as massaging his cock, and tickling it, to such a degree, that it felt like the most wonderful sensation in the world. He could not describe how well it felt to have a young lady's mouth around his cock, servicing him, for once!
Finally, however, the pleasure became so intense that he found himself gushing out his cum, deep into her mouth, so that it flowed down her throat. She swallowed it happily, like it was a milkshake, and then licked her lips when she let go of his shrinking dick. She also noticed that his penis was a decent 6 incher. Who in the hell would lock up a 6 inch dick, presumably for life?
Admittedly, there were plenty of larger dicks, but those scared a petite girl like Angie. She wanted something in there that would not rip her open, thank you very much! A nice, average-sized penis was enough for her small body. Apparently, Mrs. Dumont had other opinions about the size of penises, if she didn't want to use her husband's. Well, she could have all of the "jumbo franks" she wanted, because Angie wanted a regular sausage, which was safer, especially for a virgin's tight pussy.
Angie made herself comfortable, lying on the sofa, and motioned a plea for Allan to come to her, and eat her out. Allan eagerly moved toward her, grabbed her thighs, spread them wide apart, and then began eating her cunt like she would not believe possible. His mouth was kissing her labia, tonguing her clitoris, and even inserting his tongue inside her pussy itself, in a repetition that was making her squeal, and even gasp, with her crescendo-building climax.
"Oh, my God! You're the best pussy-licker I've ever met! None of my ex-boyfriends were that good, so I never wanted to go all the way with them, because they didn't prep me enough. I would have gone all of the way for them, but they didn't care about me, so why should I put out for them?"
"Did you suck their cocks?"
"Hell, yes! They loved it, too, but they never returned the favor, so I said to myself 'they can kiss my ass'!"
"I love eating a girl, that's the only thing I like about Charmaine- eating her. She just trapped me into this, by threatening to have me gang-raped by her boyfriends. Otherwise, I would never have consented to this chastity thing."
"Holy cow, that's despicable! I hate the bitch, so I've got to take you in me, now, just to spite her!"
Allan continued eating her for a while, making circles around her pussy, before he finally stood up to get a condom. Angie knew exactly what he had in mind, and stopped him right there.
"No, God, no! Allan, fuck me bareback, please! I want your cum in a pussy for a change! You need this too, ya know! You need to feel a girl's pussy around your cock, once again."
Allan naturally granted that wish, entering her slowly at first, but then picking up speed, wanting to fuck this nice girl next door the way that she deserved, for having been so sweet to him. He kept fucking her harder, and harder, with his once more stiff manhood pounding her cunt with relish. Her sweet, tight pussy was just what the doctor ordered in his case. Nothing could have made him feel better than that.
Angie, for her part, was feeling more alive than she dreamed that she could, too. This wonderful cock, belonging to this equally wonderful man, was too much to let go. She wanted to have regular access to it. She had to have it in her frequently- it was just way too much pleasure to let it disappear from her life.
"Oh, holy shit, Allan- I want more of you, often! I want to be your lover!"
Allan at that very moment broke her hymen, and she felt a brief rush of pain as she bled, but, somehow, he managed to help it subside by fondling her legs and butt while it happened. She now felt a return of her ecstasy, as this lovely thing kept penetrating her, reaching deeper into her sex.
Angie knew what to do with this man. She would be a good mistress, share her lover with his wife, and make love to him often. She would also help him find other lovers, as she still planned to be a slut, and she wanted to be fair to him. She just knew that she had to be with Allan often.
Suddenly, as Allan filled her with his seed, Angie felt the most extreme delight that she had ever expected or experienced. She was thrashing around in her fantastic enjoyment of his cock. Her wet pussy was now totally soaked, and she kissed Allan passionately, with tongue, to let him that she was grateful for her first vaginal orgasm.
"Oh, Allan, I'm yours! I want to be your girlfriend, please! I don't mind sharing you, if you'll share me, but please tell me that I'm your girlfriend- please!"
"Angie, you are definitely my girlfriend now!"
"The hell she is!" spoke a new voice. It was Charmaine, pissed as a drunk in downtown Bristol. That was her problem, thought Angie.
"I don't see how you're gonna stop me from taking her, since I am no longer in your device.", Allan retorted.
"Remember, I can still have you gang-raped!" Charmaine threatened.
Allan and Angie both laughed at that. They outnumbered her, so they looked at each other, and Allan suggested something non-verbally to Angie- with just a wink. She winked back to indicate her agreement.
"How the hell are you gonna pull that off right now? We outnumber you, and I think that you're due for a taste of your own medicine.", Allan stated.
"Excuse me?", Charmaine asked, with a growing sense of danger, as she realized that Allan was right. The two of them did outnumber her- what could she do to stop them?
Angie prevented her from reaching a decision in time, grabbed her ankles, and pulling her down to the floor. Allan stepped on her left hand lightly, to keep her from getting up, as Angie then pulled off Charmaine's shoes, followed by her pantyhose.
Charmaine was now in a state of panic, as she realized that her disgruntled, former cuckold hubby was now taking control of the house, with the help of his teenage girlfriend. Angie then removed Charmaine's skirt, leaving her bottom covered only by her underwear. Allan reached down, and yanked her blouse off of her torso as well.
A half-naked, extremely horrified Mrs. Dumont understood that she was alone, at the mercy (if there was to be any) of her angry, jilted husband and his adolescent mistress. Her boyfriends were not available to rescue her from her one-time sex slave, who was pissed-off at her, to say the least.
"Allan, please, don't hurt me anymore- I can't take pain! If you love me, show me some mercy!", Charmaine begged him with tears on her face.
"Like you showed me mercy, or love, for that matter! What kind of love torments, blackmails, threatens, extorts, deprives, overworks, treats unfairly, drains, leeches off, humiliates, and degrades its object?", Allan responded.
Charmaine had no good answer to that question, and hung her head in shame, as she now grasped that she was about to receive her karmic due. She had reason to be afraid- terrified even. Over the course of her domination, she had indeed tortured, humiliated, hurt, and otherwise mistreated her husband- all without his free consent. The victim of abuse was about to punish the abuser.
Allan then sat down, and motioned for Angie to drag Charmaine over to him by the hair. She did, and Allan sat back up, positioning his wife into a leaning posture, bending over the armchair. He took off his belt, and instructed Angie to hold Charmaine's head down, by pushing down on her neck. Charmaine had no idea what exactly Allan was about to do to her, but she was in such fear that she had wet her panties. Angie saw that, and started snickering.
"Look, Allan- she's peed on herself! She's scared of us, especially you!"
Allan saw it, and had to howl with laughter for a bit. Charmaine was furious that she was the butt of their humor, but she was also still too scared and humiliated to do anything about it.
His face now stern again, Allan struck his wife with the leather belt, causing a sting in her backside that she scarcely imagined that she would ever experience. He did not stop there, however, striking her again with the belt. A third and fourth smack followed, and now her ass was starting to become more red than pink.
"Please stop, Allan! I won't abuse you anymore! I won't cuckold you anymore! I will do whatever it takes, to get you to quit spanking me with your belt!"
"Too late! You still have to be punished for having abused me in the past! I am very far from finished with your punishment, which will be harsh, I warn you of that!"
Mr. Dumont hit his wife several more times with the belt, bruising her butt with it. She cried louder and louder, but he completely disregarded her tears and pleas. After all, she had never shown him any compassion in the past, so why should he? Angie watched with complete pride and approval, as her beau continued to correct his wife's atrocious behavior. She also kept holding her head down, so Charmaine could not anticipate what would happen to her next.
Once Charmaine's ass was as red as an apple, Allan grabbed her panties, ripped them off of her, and told Angie to lead her to the bathroom, so she could watch her wash herself and make sure that she did not escape.
"Have her remove her bra, too. I want her butt naked for the rest of her stupid, meaningless life!", he instructed Angie.
When the girls returned, Allan straddled Charmaine, pried apart her ass-cheeks, and simply shoved his penis into her rectum. She squealed with shock, agony, and fear. If he was butt-fucking her like that, what would be next? He sent Angie back to their bedroom to fetch the handcuffs, which were then slapped onto Charmaine's wrists.
Allan's cock kept ramrodding Charmaine, stretching and tearing up her ass, as she tried to scream her excruciating pain. She had certainly not cared when he had reacted the same way to her sodomizing him with a strap-on, so once again, he was uninterested in her comfort.
Charmaine continued to feel her husband's dick( not that large relatively speaking, but large enough to do damage to an unlubricated anus) probe her sphincter relentlessly. She screamed whenever she could, but it was futile. No one present cared about her situation. In fact, Angie was quite thrilled to watch her lover's wife get it roughly in the ass.
"Please, Allan, no more!", she finally got out.
He reacted by striking her ass, and saying, "That's Master to you, and I don't recall saying that you could speak."
As he sodomized his wife, Allan Dumont got stiffer and stiffer, to the point that he now had to cum in Charmaine's ass. He had never even gotten to fuck her ass, until today, so shooting his sperm into her bottom was especially pleasant.
He then pulled out, walked over to Charmaine's face, and told her, "Lick my cum off my dick- straight from your own ass!"
"But, there might be some bacteria there!"
"Think that I give a damn about your health? I want you to lick my cock, you fucking bitch!"
Charmaine complied, afraid that if she refused, he would resume fucking her in the ass. Anything would be preferable to that!
"Angie, get out my wife's strap-on. I think that she deserves to know what it feels like to have a plastic, rather than flesh and blood, dick inside her ass!"
That particular thought made Charmaine even paler, as she now knew that her ass would get no relief today. Angie hurried to grab the strap-on, eager to hurt Mrs. Dumont even more than Allan had done.
"Now, Angie, just strap the thing around your waist, as the dildo is already in position, and then slam it into Charmaine's butt. I don't want her to have any chance to relax or prepare herself. This is supposed to be painful for her, not pleasant."
Angie did as instructed by her lover, forcing her way into Charmaine's backdoor. Charmaine shrieked in her complete agony, but she could not resist the penetration of her posterior. Her ass was now under her husband's control, and he intended to use it as it suited him, not her.
"You like having a strap-on shoved up your ass, bitch? I'll bet that you'll learn to enjoy it, once it has happened enough!", Angie taunted her.
Allan, meanwhile, got up behind Angie, and slammed Charmaine's cunt with his cock, which had not been inside her for a long time. He showed no consideration of her pleasure, or needs, simply using her pussy for his own satisfaction.
"Finally, after so long, this pussy is mine again!", he exclaimed.
Charmaine was now feeling a lot of pain from both ends, but she had no choice other than simply resigning herself to it. Her hands were still cuffed, and there was no indication that they would be loose anytime soon. She had gone, in just a day, from a Domme to her husband's slave. She was now his plaything, to be used for his pleasure and gratification.
Angie, for her part, was quite satisfied with her first lesbian experience, as well as her first chance to dominate someone. She loved doing that to a woman, although she preferred to submit to a man. She loved hearing Charmaine sob, as her ass was taken so ruthlessly.
"Oh, Allan, can you make it harder on her? I want her to really suffer!"
"Me too.", he replied, shoving even faster into Charmaine's cunt, until he finally came in it. His seed went everywhere, spilling down her labia, and he pulled out to wash his dick. Angie continued to bugger Charmaine for a while, making her get very sore indeed.
"Your ass is mine, now- is that clear, bitch?", Allan announced, upon returning from the bathroom.
"Well, is it clear? Your Master, our Master asked you a question- do you understand, and agree?", Angie demanded of Charmaine.
"Yes, Angie. I understand. Yes, Master, my ass is yours."
"Then, thank Angie for fucking it!"
"Thank you for fucking my ass, Angie!"
"You're welcome, slave, but I'm not done yet."
"Address Angie as Mistress Angela. She is my slave, but your mistress."
"Thank you for fucking my ass, Mistress Angela!"
"That's better. Now, kiss my ass, to thank me for fucking you so hard, and showing you the firm hand you so clearly need!"
Allan bent over, and Angie thrust forward inside Charmaine, pushing her into Allan's crack, where she proceeded to kiss his sphincter.
Allan grinned, and said, "Yes, there is a slave underneath your dominant exterior, after all, isn't there?"
Angie Sloan went home that afternoon QUITE happy, knowing that she had altered her neighbors’ marriage for the better. She also knew that she was getting BOTH a slave and a Master out of this, since the newly emancipated Allan Dumont had proven more dominant than expected. It had simply taken the right kind of persuasion, in the form of a teenage lover who gave him back his confidence and self-esteem.
She got her stuff ready for the mall, as she had planned a trip there with Allan. They weren’t too worried about Charmaine, who was tied, spread-eagle, to the bed in HIS bedroom (he had fully resumed occupancy of it). They intended to look for some things, including some lingerie for Angie, which she would wear for Allan’s benefit soon.
Mrs. Sloan hardly paid attention to her daughter’s mood as the latter left the house, except that she seemed QUITE determined to meet a “friend”. She simply assumed that this was a GIRL friend, not a man. That was another good reason to visit the mall. It would be a great alibi for the young woman to use on her parents. Since Angie was not the wildest kid in school, there was no suspicion on her mom’s part.
No longer afraid of anyone catching him in anything, Allan made no attempt to hide the fact that the gorgeous 18 year old with the jet-black hair was his lover. Most people either assumed that he had left Charmaine, didn’t know about his wife in the first place, or regarded it as justified payback for the affairs that Mrs. Dumont had flaunted in front of them. That was the benefit of being known as the wronged party: no one blamed him very much for taking a “mistress” (Angie found THAT euphemism hilarious, given their TRUE relationship).
“So, Master, what shall we do with your slave when we get home?” Angie probed at last, her curiosity getting the best of her.
“Make her wait on us hand and foot, not to mention FORCE her to order her VERY own chastity belt online!” Allan answered with a nasty smile.
“Hmm…a fitting penalty, but we WILL take it off her to fuck her now and then, right?” she inquired, hoping to clarify the matter.
“Well, of course! There is no point in having a slave whom we can’t fuck, is there? The belt is there to make sure that WE decide when she gets any pleasure, instead of her doing so. Whatever happens, however, she will NOT get to sleep in the bed, anymore. She can use my former bedroom for THAT. I may install a video camera to catch her at any mischief, come to think of it,” he assured her.
“THAT is pure genius, Master! Why don’t you also get her to agree to being on the Internet a few hours every day? People can watch her shower and such. She can even masturbate on the Net,” Angie suggested, thinking of the potential money involved.
“Now, that is a great idea, too. I think that the two of us will have a LOT of fun using that bitch for our own profit,” Allan smirked.
“And maybe some of her old lovers will see her that way, too. THAT would be a nice dose of humiliation for the nasty shrew, wouldn’t it?” she giggled.
“Indeed,” he chuckled in response. The idea DID appeal to him QUITE a bit. After all, SHE had humiliated HIM, so shouldn’t she be treated to her own poison?
“Do you know else we can do to her, if Master wishes it?” Angie offered.
“What’s that, honey?” he was genuinely curious.
“Golden showers. I know that she probably didn’t much of THAT to you, but you are due plenty of revenge, aren’t you? In some respects, you are still being nicer, so why not be meaner in others?” she explained.
“Another wonderful idea from my favorite slave girl! You and I are going to get along EVEN BETTER than I thought! The fact that she will find it disgusting makes it more splendid still! I won’t do scat, though. However, knowing that at least ONE of my bodily functions, and yours, will be handled through an open mouth, is a RELIEF, as it were,” Allan laughed at his own cruel pun.
“I am glad that you consider me your ‘favorite’, not to mention USEFUL! This was much more than I thought would happen this morning, by the way! I was just setting out to lose my cherry and become a slut, but being your slave and making devious plans to get back at your wicked wife is icing on the cake,” Angie reacted.
Once they arrived at his place again, they found Henry, one of Charmaine’s most frequent sex partners, knocking vainly at the door. He was quite stunned that no one had answered. Seeing Allan walk out of a car with another woman was a further jolt to him. Mr. Dumont had always been at home at this time on Saturday, naked except for his chastity belt, and busy with household chores. Instead, he was fully clothed now, with a girl who made Charmaine look frumpy by comparison.
“Well, look who the cat dragged in! Angie, this is Henry Ball, one of Charmaine’s old beaus. Henry, this is Angie Sloan, my new love slave,” Allan introduced them with a degree of spite.
Henry had been one of the men most insistent on Charmaine denying him ANY sex. He had also been one of the men that she threaten to have gang-rape him if he refused to comply with her orders. Now, he nearly choked on his cigarette. What was ALLAN doing with a love slave, let alone a NEW one? What the hell had happened since his last visit?
“As you can see, a lot has changed recently, Henry. Charmaine will not be giving you any more services in the future. Nor will I be eating any more of your creampies, for that matter. As of this moment, you are persona non grata here. That is a Latin expression meaning ‘person not welcome’, by the way. New management means new rules. If I SEE you on this property again, I will have you arrested for trespassing. Is that clear?” Mr. Dumont sternly announced, taking particular delight in putting down a man that he KNEW had no education beyond high school.
“I want to talk to Charmaine first! There is NO way that she would have agreed to this!” Henry foolishly insisted.
“You can WANT it, but that won’t do you any good, Henry. Given the fact that you are also fucking your boss’s wife, I wouldn’t recommend insisting on too much with me! A simple phone call can do wonders. Wouldn’t you agree, Angie, dear?” Allan observed.
“Makes sense to me, and I am only 18,” she winked at him.
“Wait a second, man. I don’t mean to cause any of THAT kind of trouble! Don’t ruin my career, buddy! My wife would KILL me if I lost it!” he begged suddenly.
“Now, now. Don’t grovel. That’s such a pathetic thing for a macho man like yourself to do! It is probably a good thing for you that you have such a big dong, by the way. Since you think with it, you wouldn’t have the brains to do much else! Run along now. We wouldn‘t want the missus getting suspicious, would we?” Allan snorted.
A much embarrassed and intimidated Henry Ball left the Dumont property in a hurry, clearly wanting to forget that he had lost his “turf” to what he THOUGHT was only a “beta male”. Somehow, he had been defeated by that “douche bag”, as he once labeled Allan.
“I’m curious as to why you care if your wife fucks Henry, aside from wanting to punish her. It’s not as if any of us are being monogamous,” Angie questioned him slightly, just to solve the puzzle in her head.
“It’s simple. I may LOAN Charmaine out to others, if and when I so desire, but Henry and the others in her old gang are NOT welcome here after the way they used to treat me. I have NO intentions of letting THEM come here, let alone CUM here, if you get my meaning,” he declared emphatically.
“Ah, yes. That makes sense. THEY are your enemies too. I hadn’t quite thought of it that way, but it works for me. Well, this IS the perfect chance to settle scores like that,” she agreed, with a glint of sadistic delight at the idea of Henry Ball having blue balls that night.
“Precisely. Now, speaking of my despicable wife, let’s go untie and torment her further,” Allan instructed her.
“Gladly, Master,” she followed him inside.
They found her on the bed as earlier, squirming and thrashing with desperation. The last thing that she EVER intended for herself was to end up bound to a bed, at the hands of her “cuckold”, no less!
“Looks like someone hasn’t gotten the message, dear. She is still copping an attitude about her new role. I will venture to say that she even resents you for freeing me from my terrible situation. I think that she should learn to kiss and make up. Why don’t you let her kiss you?” he urged Angie.
“Very well, Master, but she doesn’t look like she has brushed her teeth this afternoon. I can’t promise to like her breath,” she warned him.
“Who said that you would have to smell it? I never mentioned your lips, did I? No, I meant for her to kiss your sweet pucker. She didn’t seem to mind kissing my butt, so doing that to yours shouldn’t present a problem, should it? She will need practice, after all, for all of the years that she will spending kissing our asses to get any privileges,” Allan corrected his young slave.
“Okay, but can she be quick about it? I need to pee,” Angie asked him.
“Well, then, let’s kill 2 birds with one stone. She looks thirsty. Give her a ‘special’ drink after she kisses you,” he advised.
Charmaine turned as pale as an albino at the idea of drinking Angie’s piss. That was REVOLTING, never mind that she had made plans to make Allan do so for certain select men and herself. Now that the situation was reversed, she thought it inhumane. She still thought of herself as superior to him and Angie, so having to experience such humiliation was intolerable. However, it was becoming clearer that her new status was permanent. There would be NO return to the old system, as she had briefly hoped.
Having few choices, she passively accepted the asshole landing above her mouth. It didn’t smell that bad, since Angie was a clean girl, but it was still a butt hole! She grimaced when she realized that this would be followed by pee. She just hoped that there would be no scat. Not even Allan could be THAT angry, could he?
Her thoughts were disturbed by the taste of piss entering her mouth. The burning, yellow fluid smelled even worse than it tasted. Charmaine seriously had to fight the urge to puke on herself, which would make her feel even disgusted, but would rid her throat of the awful urine. Finally, however, she had drunk all of it, or so she thought.
“You know, of course, that some of it spills on a woman’s crotch. Clean that up, too, Charmaine,” Angie ordered her.
Mrs. Dumont couldn’t see her husband’s face, so she assumed that he was nodding. Reluctantly, she cleaned the remaining piss from Angie’s pubic hair.
This was officially a day gone wrong. In the morning, she had been the Mistress of a cuckold hubby whom she made eat other men’s jism from her pussy. In less than 24 hours, she had become her husband’s property and a toilet slave for his teenage girlfriend/slave.
“Now, relieve me as well. I find myself needing to pee. With any luck, I can avoid using the restroom for pissing in the future. I will just use your mouth,” Allan firmly instructed his bitch/wife.
Despite her increasingly sick stomach, Charmaine did as Allan commanded her. She drank every drop from his dick, fearing that this was her new status. Why the hell did that bitch have to meddle? SHE could have been using Allan’s mouth as a toilet, but now it was the reverse.
Was it really so awful for her to make Allan give up his husbandly rights to those who could satisfy her better? Then she thought about what might happen to her, if Allan decided that she was only fit for sucking cock or cleaning up his cum from another girl. She would NOT like that at all! Even so, wasn’t the wave of future WOMEN having their way and MEN having to just put up with it? That was what her Women’s Studies Professor had once claimed, anyway.
Apparently, it wasn’t the wave of HER future, and her new experience was starting to make her aware that it was wrong to impose that on someone else against his or her will. She had provoked the wrong beast, and he had pounced on her.
At least, Allan had given her SOME choice, though not much. She could have just walked away at the end of his revenge assault, but she had stayed for some reason. The truth was that it had never OCCURRED to her to do anything more than protest. The pair had NOT raped her. They had just seized the initiative and made it seem inevitable to her.
Having emptied their bladders, Allan and Angie made Charmaine prepare snacks for them. Even then, she had to wait until AFTER they had eaten most of it to have any for herself (not that she had much of an appetite after the golden showers).
“Well, my dear, it is time. I will fuck you hard, and my wife will experience a creampie herself for the first time in her life. When she is done cleaning it, she may have the privilege of taking my cock up her ass and then sucking me off as well,” Allan announced.
“That sounds splendid!” Angie exclaimed, stripping completely naked in minutes, after which her lover did the same. Charmaine was already nude, so she didn’t have to do anything but watch.
Allan put his girlfriend on her hands and knees, at which point the man of the house rammed his stiff dick into his teenage slut’s twat. She didn’t mind the rough way that he did her, since he wasn’t so big that it injured her. As Mrs. Dumont watched quietly, her husband and former slave pounded the young neighbor’s cunt.
Angie found the idea of making Charmaine view their sex this time to be the most erotic thing that she had ever known. Obviously, a latent exhibitionist streak was emerging from its hiding place in her mind. She became wetter each time that she noticed the horrified look on Mrs. Dumont’s face. The woman was evidently still upset that her tyranny, double standard, and denial of her husband were over. This was being flaunted in her face now, with her hubby’s teen lover taking his cock in front of her: the very cock that Charmaine had claimed was too small to satisfy ANY woman!
Allan also found this whole situation rather sensual, particularly since it proved his sexual prowess, despite all of his wife’s claims that he was sexually inadequate. His was NOT a “useless dick best kept hidden and replaced by large, more useful ones”, as his wife had asserted repeatedly. It was perfectly sized for smaller women instead, such as his sweet, new slave Angie. Her moans reinforced his view that Charmaine’s insults to his manhood were just excuses to make him suffer her abuse and cruelty. NOW, he felt like a MAN, and that turned him on a lot!
Charmaine, for her part, dreaded having to eat a “creampie”, despite having made Allan do that for her constantly. That had been another way to humiliate her husband and remind him that he was not a man in her sight, just a pathetic wimp who was only good for cunnilingus. THEY were turning the tables on her, she knew it, and she HATED it! Fair it might be, but she didn’t WANT fairness; she wanted to be in control again, with Allan worshipping her pussy and vainly desiring to fuck it! She also wanted to have that teen bitch humiliated, maybe by having HER gang-raped too (she had already mentally condemned Allan to such a fate).
Naturally, she knew that this would NEVER happen; Allan and Angie had made that CRYSTAL clear to her. Her awful punishment was not going to end anytime soon, and her enslavement would continue for the rest of her unlucky life. Even IF she somehow escaped, Allan had moral support and a healthy self-esteem again. He would never agree to a return to the old situation. She would be a laughingstock in her circle of dominant females, who would never take her seriously or respect her again. It was over, and she KNEW it!
Another galling fact was that Allan no longer loved and idolized her, as he had when she first started this “cuckold” business. He had trusted and believed her, up until the point that she wanted to deny him. THAT had required threats of rape, which had removed any romantic feelings. It had only left a frustrated lust, but she had considered it worth it at the time.
NOW, however, she saw how much he cared for Angie and regretted the loss of her role as his sweetheart. She was nothing but a lesser slave now, to be dominated and punished, but NOT loved or trusted anymore. The saying was true, then, that the younger, less experienced ones eventually “grew up”. She had found THAT out the hard way.
She was torn from her thoughts by the sound of Angie cumming loud enough for the OTHER neighbors to hear (or so it seemed at the moment).
“Oh, SHIIIIIT!” Angie screamed, as her 2nd consecutive orgasm ended.
“Tell me about it! GOOOOOD!” Allan exclaimed at his own release.
After Allan pulled out of his slave girl, he pointed to her satisfied twat, telling Charmaine, “Now, lick ALL of me out of her! Don’t leave a drop of my cum in her for her parents to smell on her!”
Disgusted as she was at the idea of orally servicing another woman (she was not even REMOTELY bisexual or lesbian), Mrs. Dumont did as her new Master ordered her. The stench of Angie’s gash was almost suffocating to someone with no experience of eating pussy. Her feminine odors were powerful, but it was time for Charmaine to learn what it was like to lap a man’s juices from a woman’s sex.
To make matters, Ms. Sloan seemed bored at her neighbor’s attentions. She showed NO signs of arousal at all, as if to say that the older woman was simply no good at eating her out. (Actually, she was a LITTLE stimulated, but only at the idea of getting licked there by a woman.) This was VERY humiliating for Mrs. Dumont, who liked to be regarded as a sexual sophisticate, not a failure.
Totally unconcerned with his wife’s wounded ego, Allan was INTENSELY aroused at the view of 2 women having oral sex with each other. It was PRECISELY what he needed to get hard again so soon after cumming before.
Seizing the moment, he ruthlessly plunged his stiff cock into Charmaine’s asshole from behind. She abruptly stopped cleaning Angie, thinking that it was over as they had stated earlier.
“No, you foolish bitch! I just decided to move things faster than I previously intended. That does NOT excuse you from finishing your cleaning job on Angie’s sweet cunt! Get your tongue back to work on her!” he said, slapping her on the butt as he resumed fucking her.
In spite of the EXTREME pain that she suffered in her backdoor, Charmaine started concentrating on her neighbor’s pussy again. It was the only thing that kept her from screaming in agony, as Allan’s cock nearly wrecked her sphincter (or so it felt at the time). She was afraid that sitting down would not be an option for a month after this 3rd experience of rough sodomy.
“Master, she’s got me clean, but she is not eating me well enough to make me cum. This is only whetting my appetite. Can you put your cock back in me, so I can CUM, please?” Angie suddenly spoke up.
“Sure, baby, but I doubt that you want it straight from her ass to your pussy. Would you be up to trying anal, now? Sooner or later, I was going to try it, anyway,” he remarked.
“Well, of course, Master! If you want my ass, you can have it. Please lube it well, though,” she pleaded with him.
“Definitely. You’re not a bitch to fuck angrily, like my wife here. Charmaine, stop cleaning for now, get the lube, and put it on her asshole,” he answered.
Charmaine was VERY upset that she had to put lube on her husband’s lover, while SHE had just been buggered WITHOUT any lube at all. Nevertheless, she did as commanded by her Master, for fear of serious retribution. She felt sick as she saw him ease his way into Angie’s backside, giving him a chance to adjust to the pain, UNLIKE his treatment of his own wife.
“Now, get back to licking her and focus on her clit! I want her to cum SOON, you pathetic cunt!” Allan commanded Charmaine.
Terrified of the consequences of refusing his wishes, Mrs. Dumont returned to eating Angie’s snatch, while he began fucking the girl’s ass harder. Amazingly, in Charmaine’s opinion, the teenager was so stimulated by her lover’s cock up her butt that she came MUCH sooner now.
“Thank you, Master! I’m cumming again!” Ms. Sloan screamed, after about a dozen minutes of being fucked in the ass.
“Good, because so am I! Your virgin ass was SOOOO tight!” he reacted, as his cum shot into her pucker.
Angie was truly stunned herself at the extent of her anal pleasure. She realized that Allan had just found another erogenous zone. If she had known THAT about her asshole, she would have played with it during masturbation.
“Slave, start licking my cock, and then clean my spunk from Angie’s ass!” Allan demanded.
Once again, fear and revulsion battled within Charmaine’s mind, and the former won (it always did). She licked her Master’s dick clean and followed this up by rimming Angie’s bottom. Not even disgust at the notion could prevent her from noticing the fact that the girl’s reaction to this act was more gratifying than her previous one to cunnilingus. Apparently, the girl’s ass was a major source of pleasure and a way to effectively service her. Charmaine decided to remind herself of that fact. If she WAS to be a slave for life, including to an adolescent girl, then she would be a successful and well-rewarded slave. There was no reason to be unpleasant and make her life more horrible.
“I think that she is learning to accept her new role,” Allan observed.
“Yes, Master, I agree. I’m glad, too, because she will be a LOT more fun to dominate that way. Oh, and Charmaine, you silly woman, don’t forget that I need to pee again after this is done. Move your mouth there ASAP, so none of my piss touches and defiles our Master’s lovely house!” Angie declared.
“And take care of my piss, too, while you’re at it, bitch!” Mr. Dumont told his wife, and then kissed his girlfriend with plenty of tongue.
Charmaine knew that she would feel sick at her stomach again, but she decided not to complain about it. In time, she would acquire the taste for urine. From what she heard, it was sterile, after all.
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