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I am attracted to pretty, passable shemales. I am not attracted to men, but a pretty face, nice tits, and a cock turns me on. I am not a sissy, or a bottomboi. Not into cruelty or humiliation. No desire to fuck a Shemale, or be fucked by one.

After some initial so so experiences with ts providers who did not really get me I met one that did. Instantly.

Our first encounter, an appointment, was incredible. She knew me and my desires instantly, and without much conversation. She took control, taking my hand and led me to the side of the bed.

I stood facing her, admiring her blonde shoulder length hair and modest make-up. She began by unbuttoning her sheer white blouse. Her bra was lacy and well filled. She slipped her thumbs down her hips sending the black, knee length skirt down to the floor and stepped out of it. She then sat on a small round armless cushion beside the bed and smiled. A controlling, in charge smile and instructed me to remove her shoes. Black leather with 4” heals. I knelt and gently removed them. I assisted with her panty hose as per her next instruction. We both stood again. Undress was her only word.

I began to unbutton my shirt, looking down as I fumbled, and then unbuckled my belt while kicking off my shoes. Looking up, Ashleigh was reclining on the bed, her blonde hair spread across the pillow. Her hands folded, fingers interlaced rested on her belly. Above them her firm inviting breasts. . Her legs were crossed at the ankles. A subtle head gesture instructed me to move to the foot of the bed. Ashleigh uncrossed her ankles and slowly spread her legs into an inviting V. Exposing her semi hard cock and her tight, clean shaven scrotum.

Her eyes locked with mine as I slid between them on my stomach until my face was directly above her crotch. I lowered my head, still captured by her beautiful deep blue eyes and kissed her ball sack. A gentle, submissive kiss. (She later told me that was the moment when she knew for certain that I was going to be hers. A well trained, obedient cock whore.)

Without hesitation I allowed my tongue to slowly begin to move up her shaft, tracing a vein. I did this several times, returning to the base of her shaft and slowly moving towards the head. Worshipping it. I gently took the head in my lips and raised it up. She was now fully hard. I paused. My lips holding her cock head gently. Our eyes still locked. My tongue searched for a taste of her pre-cum. I parted my lips and took her into my mouth.
She made a soft moan of approval as her eyes slowly closed.

I swirled my tongue on her head and sucked her cock with increasing lust. She began to move her hips upward pushing deeper into my mouth. She placed a hand on the back of my neck and held my head down making me keep it at the back of my thoat.

Then she told me to get on my back beside her. I had barely done that when in one fluid movement she was on top of me. Sitting up with my arms pinned to the mattress by her legs. Looking down she lowering her lips to my ear she whispered she was now going to show me the difference between giving my mouth for her and having it taken by her. Leaning slightly forward she held the headboard, arched her back and moved her cock to my lips.

She was gentle at first but in control. Her hips moving her member slowly into my face. Deeper with each stoke. Pausing and urging me to “keep it” until stomach muscles contracted with a gag reflex. She repeated this several times, just barely entering my throat. She eased her penetration. Leaning down with her lips to my ear once again and told me that I would have to learn to take her full length. Pressing my nose into the neatly trimmed triangle of hair. Getting a close up view of her bellybutton This would take some experience and training if I was to become her cock whore.

My cock reacted to the words. I was hard. Yes, I wanted to learn to take her completely. Her eight inches were the center of my desire. I needed to please her.

This was the beginning of my training by Mistress Ashleigh and we both knew that I would become hers completely.

Arriving at our next session 15 minutes late, I was greeted coldly. Mistress, which is how I now addressed her, was not pleased. She sat, legs crossed on a small couch. Wearing a white satin robe that covered her legs to the knees and a pair of high heeled white sandals.

She spoke in short, curt sentences. No extra time would be given. She stood, tying the sash of her robe and asked me why I was here. What did I want. I glanced around the room nervously. My eyes stopped on the full length mirror. Mistress picked up on that brief pause of my eyes instantly. She moved in front of the mirror, turned and allowed her robe to fall open. Clinging over her ample breasts, but clearly exposing her white satin panties and the large shapeless bulge. Strip and come to me were her only directions. Naked I took a step when Mistress told me to crawl. Not with words but with a subtle movement of her hand. A mere movement of her wrist and I understood. Non verbal commands.

i crawled quickly and sat on my heels at her feet. Looking up. She commanded me to take out her cock, but as II reached to touch her she pulled back. No hands. I understood. I leaned forward and began to nuzzle, lick, kiss and suck, using my nose and tongue to probe. Slowly a familiar shape begin to form. I massaged it with lip and tongue until she was hard then inched her shaft up toward the waistband using my nose until the head finally appeared.

Just then Mistress slid her thumbs down her hips catching the panties and sending them gliding down her silky smooth legs. Landing on her sandals she gracefully stepped free of them with one leg and widened her stance. Look in the mirror she said as she turned my head abruptly towards it. What do you see? I hesitated. I’ll tell you what I see. A cock whore servicing his Mistress. Worshipping her she meat.

Mistress grabbed her cock and moved my face to it, rubbing the head on my face and lips. Now, watch the whore in the mirror as he worships her cock. Mistress was right. The whore in the mirror began to devour with abandon.

I was to be no reward for my attention. Mistress would not cum. Said it was a denial punishment for being tardy. But, I was not going to leave without having eaten some cum. My own. Mistress allowed me to jerk off onto her belly. I begged to cum on her tits, promising to lick her clean. A flat no. Then I asked to cum on her cock. She paused. I exploded on to her belly, just below her bellybutton.

I allowed my tongue to stray a bit and touch her cock head as I licked up my load. Time was up. As I was stepping out her apartment door she leaned in to me, hand on my shoulder, and told me that she should whore me out. Turned and closed the door behind her.

Some time later she instructed me to purchase a dildo. Realistic, similar to her, or maybe just a bit bigger. And laughed. I was to go to the appropriate store, and when asked if I needed any assistance, be it a male or female, I was instructed to tell them the truth. I am looking for a dildo to use for training. my throat to better service my transsexual mistress. I got the dildo. The goth girl working didn’t bat an eye when I told her why I was there.

It did not take long before I could take the whole dildo and lick the balls. It had a suction cup base and it stuck nicely to the shower wall. Sometimes I would stick it at waist high and drop to my knees and look up imagining the satisfied look on her face as I planted my nose in her garden. Her small triangle above her cock. She told me that I needed to be able to plant my nose there. And keep it. Learn to message her cock with my throat muscles. I needed to be a complete, well trained cock whore.

I was ready. And willing.

Weeks would pass before our next appointment, ….not date….training session?

We pulled into a dark parking lot and drove to the rear of this large, dark building. The front had been lighted, and I saw glass doors, but could not read the name as we whizzed by it, in Mistresses prize possession. Her Jaguar XJS. Classy.

It was rare for us to be out of her apartment. Once before only briefly. This felt different. Deliberate. Mistress had something in mind. A mission. We got out of the car.

Across the parking lot was a single, windowless door with a bare bulb, dangling at an odd angle above. As we got closer I could hear music. When we reached the door she told me I should stay close behind her. Eyes down.

The smell of smoke, not tobacco hit my nostrils immediately. We stepped inside. The steel door closed behind me with a thud. The music was background noise to the murmur of conversations. We proceeded directly to a small bar on the far side of the room.

Mistress sat. I stood. Quietly. She ordered a shot of something, and a gin and tonic for me, then leaned in a whispered something to the bar tender. They both laughed. The bar tender shot me a glance. She was definitely a trans, and quite passable. I smiled.

Mistress moved one stool over and patted the empty chair. I sat. I turned to face the bar, still not wanting to get caught surveying the room. It seemed safer. Above the bar back were 2 televisions. They were not tuned to the news. Both showed a small room with a single chair in it, facing the center of the longer wall. The picture would switch, and I realized there were 3 cameras in the room. The over-all view, then one from the side of the chair, and then one from directly above the chair, pointing down.

They were virtually identical, and I wondered if it was the same room on both screens. Then there was. motion in one. Someone had entered and sat in the chair, facing the wall.

Mistress turned and asked if I knew what it was that I was watching. I shrugged my reply, and she leaned in and whispered just 2 words……You will.

She led me away, and spent a good while conversing with other transsexuals. many with a toy in tow. At one point Mistress signaled me to go to my knees. Just a hand motion was all it took for me to understand. I could see this pleased her. She reached down and touched my head. Good boy.

Mistress straightened up. Struck a pose. Someone of importance to her was coming. My eyes were fixed to the floor. From where I knelt a pair of high heeled sandals, open toe, with well pedicured nails in bright orange appeared. I lifted my eyes being careful not to move my head. Her calves were smooth, her black skin shined.

Mistress addressed her as Tess. Goddess Tess? She had spoken of her and her parties.
6 foot, Amazon, with double d breasts and an Alpha cock of legendary whisperings. They conversed. I snuck a few quick peeks and half listened to their conversation. Then I heard Goddess Tess ask about me.

Is it well trained? Mistress told me to look up and answer her. I looked up. Goddess Tess was pulling aside her leopard leotard just enough to expose a portion of her shaft. No head or balls visible, just a very large and veiny shaft with a great deal of girth. Impressive.

Without hesitation, and with no instruction from Mistress, I instinctively knew what to do. Leaning forward and placed a firm worshipful kiss, wanting to allow my tongue to touch her, but resisted. I returned to sitting on my legs. Gaze firmly fixed on the floor. I was sure Mistress was pleased.

After a bit more talk, and a little whispering between the two Goddess Tess and Mistress blew parting kisses to each cheek. Signaled by Mistress I rose to my feet. Mistress led me back to the bar stools. I was about to learn why I was here.

Mistress looked up at the televisions and one of the 2 screens was still. Come with me now. We slipped past the bar into a narrow hallway. We entered a doorway, and it was the room. The one with the cushioned chair.

Mistress quickly moved the chair to the side and with her hands on my shoulders told me to kneel. She explained that this was my graduation ceremony. I was going to earn for her tonight. These rooms adjoined the book store in the front of the building, and the only connection between the two was this hole in the wall and another in the next room.

i was to remain silent. She would do the talking, moaning, etc. I however, would be doing the satisfying. A knock on the wall and she leaned toward the glory hole and stated she wanted 2 knocks when ready to cum. One knock now to show you understand. There was a single knock. Then a semi hard came through the hole. Mistress leaned to my ear and told me to service it like it was hers. Placed her hand on my neck and eased me closer. The tip was warm and smooth. I allowed my lips to part and wet it with my tongue.

Running my tongue up and down the shaft brought it to full attention. Wet and hard, I once again took the head between my lips and let it slide into my mouth, my throat, and as my nose touched the wall I heard a moan. We heard a moan. Mistress smiled and whispered for me to finish him. I sped up my movements still allowing full access to my throat. Staying down on it, and using my throat muscles to swallow and massage it. There were 2 knocks and I quickly pulled back so as not to gag on a throatpie.

I felt the first throb and the warm cum hit the back of my mouth, then again, three, four good throbs. A mouthful. Mistress whispered not to swallow. I milked the cock until it disappeared back though the wall. Mistress placed a finger on my chin and turned my face towards her. Show me. I opened my mouth, tongue pulled back. She caught a bit that ran out of the corner of my mouth and wiped it on my lower lip. She was pleased. Swallow it.

Mistress looked into my eyes and said what I already knew….You are my cock whore now.

The second was much like the first with the exception of that it came through the whole fully erect. Hard and smooth. Within just a few minutes came the knocks and the warm load of cum. Shown to Mistress and swallowed on command. Number 3 was much the same, a bit more effort, but in the end another happy customer. Yes I thought to myself…customer.

Just one more tonight she said with a bit of a mischievous smile. I turned to the hole. No no this is a special, end of the night privilege. She went on to explain that at each of these gatherings Goddess Tess chooses someone to join her in the Circle of Lust finale

That was what the whispering was about.

In the main room the guests had already formed a circle. Each Mistress with her whore at her feet. Mistress led me into the room. Directly to the yoga mat in the center. I knelt, eyes down. The room buzzed. Mistress walked to join the circle. Then silence…..broken only by the sound of heels clicking on the hardwood flooring. Sandals came into my view and a firm hand took my chin, lifting my face up and told me to take out her cock.

i reached but just a quickly she stopped me, scolding me. Not with your hands. Your hands are to be behind your back, or if I tell you, on the cheeks of my ass pulling me deeper. Understand? I immediately pulled my hands away and leaned forward nuzzling at her crotch. My tongue seeking any entry into her leotards. I wa struggling until I remembered that some of Mistresses leotards have snaps at the very bottom. I tilted my head back and ducked low to feel for the overlapping seams with my tongue. Then with my teeth I pulled downward. When the last snap finally let go the leotard shot up her front and back. I straightened up and leaned back. There it was. Her massive, beautiful black monster cock just inches from my face.

She was everything that the rumors had indicated. 10 inches with a girth that would stretch anyone’s mouth. Black with prominent veins. A monster. Goddess reached down and placed her balls against my chin with her shaft up my face. Past my eyes to my forehead with her plum sized head beyond that. A demonstration for the circle of onlookers. Several gasps could be heard.

I took this opportunity to slide my head down to where her balls were on my lips. I sucked , kissed, licked and worshipped her sack for several minutes then allowed my tongue to touch her shaft. She moved to allow better access. She was hard, and smooth. Warm to my lips. I licked up the shaft a bit, getting it as wet as I could. Further up. She cupped the back of my head and widened her stance. I moved further up her. She pulled back and placed the tip of her cock on my lips. Our eyes locked, and I saw a beautiful black transsexual that was going to have to be pleased like no other.

Her slender fingers of one hand were wrapped tightly around her shaft close to her balls leaving about a 5 inches exposed and available to be sucked. I lifted my hands to her butt cheeks and pulled her into my mouth until my lips hit her clenched hand. This was unlike anything I had experienced. My mouth was stretched and full. The head was pressing against the far back of my mouth. It not only felt huge and impossible to swallow, but also very humbling. I wanted to please her. I had to take all that. Mistress was watching closely and there would be hell to pay if I embarrass her this night.

Goddess tilted my head further back and stepped closer. She was standing over me with her cock pointing straight down. She released her hand from her shaft and placed one on each side of my head. Her fingers wrapped around to the nape of my neck. She controlled my head. I concentrated on breathing through my nose. I knew what was coming.

I instinctively tightened my grip on her ass as she pushed further into me. Six, then seven, and stopped at eight inches. My eyes were watering, my stomach muscles convulsed a few times but I did not gag. She pulled out allowing me a breath. Long strings of throat mucus and spit trailed from her cock to my lips, breaking off and hanging from my chin. I was drooling and becoming very turned on. It was only then I realized I was hard. Taking her back into my mouth, shaking my head side to side and again took all I could into my throat. Determined to keep it there for a ten count. Massage it by the swallowing action of my throat muscles. I made it to five, and pulled away gasping.

She looked directly into my watery eyes and mouthed words that only I could see. Good boy, worship Goddess. Worship all of me. She placed the tip once again to my lips, and pushed. I opened my throat as best I could, head bent way back. I closed my eyes and concentrated on controlling myself. She slid further into my throat. The feeling was unreal. I was completely full of her. Then I felt my nose graze her belly. I forced myself upward and buried my nose into her patch of dark hair.

I had done it. Fully throated the Goddess. All 10 inches of her if only briefly. Mistress will surely be proud. She continued to enter my throat, pausing longer each stroke.

After about five minutes of full throat penetration Goddess took a short step back to position herself in front of me..Her hand wrapped around her stiffness. Stroking it. She was getting ready to finish, either on my face or in my mouth. I straightened up and moved my mouth closer to her. I wanted to taste her cum. Show it to Mistress. Swallow when she told me to do so. Submit.

Suddenly she grabbed my head and pushed herself into my mouth. I swear I could hear as well as feel her first throb. A stream of her nectar hit the back of my mouth. Then another, and another. Cum filled my mouth and ran from the corners, yet more throbs continued. I felt it in my nose. She pulled out and finished on my face with several more ropes of warmth.

I turned toward Mistress almost afraid to open my mouth it was so full. Tilting my head back slightly I opened. Cum trickled down onto my chin. Mistress stepped into the circle and nodded. I swallowed. Without a word she helped me to stand. Show over. I had performed well.

i did not know it at the time, but this would be the last time I ever saw Mistress Ashleigh. She dropped me off at my hotel and told me she was traveling for a few days. Maybe a week and I should call her to check in. Several weeks went by and finally she called me. Long story short….she has moved to Texas and is living with an ex-client. The rich one. Private jet rich. She would not be returning.. I wished her well.

You might think this the end of my story, and I did also. Until one night, lying in bed with V, my wife, she asked me why I was searching transsexuals on my phone? I stammered but before I could reply she simply told me that I had left it unlocked and the search history was filled with Eros searches for tranny”s. I had been but to my defense these were searches hundreds of miles away, thousands. Hell I looked in London. Just curiosity I pleaded.

V has known me for a long time and I have never been able to successfully convince her when lying. She knew there was more to know. She did not press. Rather she stated that sometimes a fantasy can slip into your life. In fact, since I had let this happen, she has one of her own she will explore. She clicked out her light and rolled over. Good night.

I knew her fantasy would be sexual in nature. A threesome? Not likely. A lesbian experience? That would turn me on. But at first there were no signs she was engaging in anything. Then a bit more time out and about. Going to the gym. Out with the girls. Coming home smelling of cigarettes and alcohol. Something was up.

Then one evening, while getting ready for bed, I glanced at the hamper in our closet. Laying on top, neatly displayed was a pair of frilly panties with large stains in the crotch. Cum stains. She was fucking someone. She wants me to know it. I’m determined not to react. After all if we traded stories mine would curl her hair! Have your fling. We’ve been married too long and my transgressions far out number hers. Far.

It was a Friday night, around midnight when everything changed. V came home very drunk. Came into the bedroom. I was in bed. Lights out, but not asleep. She slipped into bed and pulled herself close to me. She was naked. Putting her head on my pillow she whispered that she had a great time and that she had one more thing she had to do. Emphasizing had.. With that she pushed me to my back and climbed on my chest. Grabbing the headboard and pinning my arms to my side she lowered her pussy to my lips.

I struggled a little, she pressed harder telling me to lick her clean. V was in charge. She moaned when I began to lick and probe into her with my tongue. She was dripping cum. I was consuming it. She told me her bull had said that she had to do this when she got home. Make me a cuckold. Taste him. He owns this pussy now. And you, well I have a few ideas. Do you like the taste of him? I do, his cum is creamy and not too salty, but hell, you’ve probably tasted more cum than I have. She was right. I am certain I have. I was rock hard.

A few nights later she came home and immediately pulled off her blouse. No,bra. I,was sitting on the couch. She hopped on, facing me. High on something, but not smelling of booze. She shook her hair back and pushed her tits close to my face. I told bull about how much you enjoy my titties. How proud you are of them. So he had me lube them up and he fucked them. Came all over them. It’s pretty dry now. Can you see the dry cum? Here? Touching her nipples or here?

V leaned in, arching her back, lifting her tits to my lips. It is amazing how sensual it is when your lips touch a nipple and the cum slowly adds an extra slickness to the skin. Licking her made the dry coating turn to a thin layer of her bulls cum. He had sent her home with this task. To let me know he was Alpha and I was now her cuckold Their cuckold.

Inevitably the night came when V would complete my cuckold training. V told me that she was expecting company. Special company for tonight and that when the knock on the door came I was to go upstairs , strip, and kneel at the foot of our bed. Eyes focused on the floor in front of me. Head bowed. The knock came.

I knelt, naked, knowing I that she and Bull would be coming up. And I waited. Music and the sound of V’s occasion laughter drifted up the stairs. Twenty minutes passed before V entered followed by slightly heavier steps.. She sat on the end of the bed and slid close to me. With a finger on my chin she lifted my gaze towards her. My eyes quickly scanning her body. Lace panties. A sexy bra showing plenty of her large bust. She did not need to speak. Her eyes spoke. She was in control . She returned my eyes once again towards the floor as she slid towards him.

I could see Bull, now standing close, facing me. With head still lowered I could see him from the waist down. I did not want to make eye contact. V leaned towards him and with a hand on either side of his waist, fingers into the elastic waistband of his boxers slowly wiggled them down a couple of inches revealing just the shaft of his cock. Thick, with an impressive girth. A memory of seeing Goddess Tess for the first time flashed through my mind.

She lowered his boxers another couple of inches. His shaft had large veins, his dark skin looked soft but somehow rugged. Durable. Well seasoned. Wiggling another several inches exposed him fully, sending his boxers sliding down his legs.

My eyes were fixed. His cock hung heavy towards the floor. He was a show-er and the sight was commanding. V chuckled. Look at you. You’re hard as rock! Pointing at my dick. It had not registered to me, but I was.

Do you see the Alpha cock in the room V asked? It is here to take me to levels of desire, lust and ecstasy you can not. Making that cock hard and ready to take your wife’s white pussy is your job here. She put a hand on the back of my neck and I leaned forward.

Kiss it here, pointing to the shaft. I placed my lips against him with a gentle, submissive kiss. V let out a soft moan. Now take his cock in your mouth V commanded sternly. I quickly ducked, caching the head in my lips. I felt a throb and knew the oral attention was beginning to stir this monster weapon. Raising my head I paused before slowly widening my lips and taking it into my mouth. Slowly increasing the depth with each bob of my head until I could feel it hitting the back of my throat. I reached for my own cock. V watched and was rubbing and squeezing her tits, pushing her bra up around her neck.

V whispered for me to take it deeper. V spoke, reminded me that I had already tasted, eaten Bull’s cum. Out of her pussy. And licked it, albeit dried, off her tits. These words seemed to affect Bull, as he was getting quite hard. V was also getting off on watching her husband service her Bull. To see my lips wrapped around his dick, now! I Suck it good. Get him hard. Fluff him for my pussy. I obeyed. Moving faster, my lips going up and down his shaft. I. Closed my eyes and thought of Goddess. His cock grew harder with each stroke.

V quickly shed her panties, hopped up on the end of the bed on her hands and knees. Ready and eager for his cock. Good boy. Now take him in your hand and put it right here. She touched her pussy. Bull rotated into position directly behind her. V was still on her hands and knees at the end of the mattress. Perfect height for bull, standing behind her. I moved the head up and down her pussy lips, then pulling slightly forward I rubbed the head of his cock on her clit. She moaned.

I guided it to her pussy and watched as it slowly stretched her open, sliding into her. Two, three, then four inches disappeared inside her. Bull stopped to let her adjust to the girth that was opening her pussy. Then another two inches disappeared into her. She was now breathing fast. Her face toward the ceiling calling Oh God, oh fuck, yes, yes, yes!

He pushed further into her, his balls now tight against her cunt. Slowly he began to stroke in and out, getting more aggressive with each thrust. He reached and cupped her breasts, working hernipples with his thumb and forefinger. Pinching them red. V was in ecstasy. Fuck me! Oh God, I’m going to cum! Grabbing her by her hips he increased his pace. Slapping hard against her ass. V looked over her shoulder at me and without saying a word I knew what I had to,do. I leaned forward kissing, licking and sucking on Bulls tight ball sack. V tried to watch. She wanted to see her cuckold worshiping the Alpha that is fucking her. Owning her.

V was in heaven. Oh God. I’m going to cum again on that big dick. Yes! Yes! Yes! Lick his balls! Oh, fuck! It’s so deep in me. He owns this white pussy! Bull once again leans forward and grabs her tits with both hands. Holding them firmly and slamming his cock into her. Slap. Slap. Slap as his body hits her round ass.

V is begging for his cum. Fill me. I want to feel you cum deep inside me. He obeys her and lets out a deep groan as he pumps his spunk into my wife. His balls throb and I let me tongue drift right below his balls and pressed it tightly. Throb, throb, throb. He is cumming hard, emptying his seed into her.

V collapses forward onto her belly, legs spread. Her ass cheeks and thighs red from the hard fucking she has taken. She is breathing hard. I remain silent.

Slowly Bull begins to pull out of her. His cock glistening with fuck juices. V mutters a single word. Cleanup. She was still on her belly. Bull turned to face me. He has not spoken a word but I know what I must do now.

I stick out my tongue and he wipes the last drop of his cum on it. He steps closer, his cock inches from my face. The aroma of cum and pussy juice was intoxicating. The taste was even more so. My tongue glides up and down his shaft. Licking him clean. .

V lays quietly, breathing hard for a few minutes. I remain kneeling at the foot of the bed. When she rolls over onto her back, scoots down, and hangs one leg over my shoulder turning my body. Then the other leg. She looks at me and pulls my face into her crotch. I lick her swollen pussy lips and push my tongue inside her. Cum is starting to run out of her. She presses my face harder into her wetness and tells me to eat her pussy and every drop in it. I clean her creampie.

It was about a week later that she once again came home late. Smelling of cigarettes and booze. I was in bed. She climbed onto my chest and, like before, pressed her cunt to my mouth. Taste them is all she said. Them? Not him? She laughed, knowing exactly what she had said and what I was thinking. Yes them she said to the question not asked. Bull said it was time for me to be shared. Pull the train is what he said. He and four others had gathered at his place to gangbang me. But don’t worry, she said, only three of them came in here, pressing her pussy firmly against my lips. I sucked off the other two. Spit roasting was what they called it. One in my pussy and another in my mouth. V sounded proud. I licked, and sucked on her pussy.

When I was done she told me that I had done such a good job, such a good cuckold that I deserved a reward. Jerk off on my tits. I obeyed and quickly sprayed my load onto her big tits. Then licked it up as instructed. Was V becoming my new Mistress? I only wish she had a dick.

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