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Subject: {ASSM} "Creampie Pet" (FF Fdom humil) by Creampie Eater
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Creampie Pet
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It was not a good day, he decided wearily.  Getting told off by his boss,
and sent home to think about it was humiliating.  It was hard enough to work
during Christmastide, but to have his work devalued and to endure the smirks
of his peers was horrible.

"Maybe," he thought hopefully as he got out of his car, "Marlene will be up
for a nooner."

He found the front door unlocked, which wasn't all that surprising.  Marlene
was always dashing to the neighbors to have coffee and gossip.  It was
slightly more surprising that his dog didn't run in like Dino to yap and wag
his tail.  Maybe he was in the back yard.  But what was truly shocking was
to go into the kitchen and find Marlene crouching down and her face between
the legs of Anne, the neighbor in the cul-de-sac.  Anne was sitting on the
counter, her skirt pulled up while Marlene was eating her.

"What the fuck!" he thundered.  If he expected Marlene to go on the
defensive, he was wrong.

"Jesus!" Marlene shrieked, startled.  But instead of getting defensive, she
became accusatory.  "What the hell are you doing home?!" she demanded.

"I was almost fired," he shouted.  "And now I come home to find my wife
fucking the neighbor!"

"No, you didn't," Marlene said, practically snarling.  "You found two women
starting to have sex, which is more than you do with me!"  She finally
stood, a five-foot-zero ball of fire.

"Dammit, not that again!" he said, taken totally off guard.  "And, please,
not in front of Anne."  On the face of it, it seemed a normal request, but
it was a decidedly abnormal situation.  Using 'please' was seemingly a sign
of politeness, but in their relationship it signaled who now had the power
(and it wasn't Clem).

Anne closed her legs, and made like she wanted to jump off the counter.  It
must have been awkward for her.  But Marlene raised her hand in a signal to
stop.  "Stay where you are," she said to her.  "We're not finished."  Anne
didn't even say anything, but she was certainly uncomfortable.  Marlene had
assumed command of the situation and everyone seemed to know it.

"Honey," Clem whined, "I forgive you.  OK?  But let's keep our troubles
private."

"Listen, I'll decide who knows what, and when they know it," Marlene said
imperiously.  "You are a rotten lover, and a rotten provider." She hit Clem
with two wounding body-blows.  "And now that you've lost your job, it'll be
my money that keeps this house afloat, and you know it.  That makes me the
person in charge around here, and you are just gonna have to get used to
it."

Clem didn't even correct her assertion that he had lost his job.  The fact
was that he felt guilty as hell for being both a rotten lover and a rotten
provider.  He was dysfunctional in both areas now, partially because of
Marlene's increasing browbeatings.  Clem felt like she was right, and
feeling that way was more important than if she was truly right.  He stood
there, taking her punishment while thinking he deserved it.

Marlene's eyes flickered across something on the counter.  "You know what?"
she asked.  "I got this collar for the dog for Christmas," she said, pulling
the festive nylon collar from the Petsmart bag.  "But I think he adds more
to our family than you do.  So I think you ought to wear it instead."

"Honey, please," Clem whimpered.  "Please," he whispered again as Marlene
adjusted the collar to his approximate neck circumference and walked to him.

"Bend down," she commanded, ignoring his wimpy plea.  He was quiet and
complied as she fitted the collar around his neck.  "There," she said when
done, admiring her work.

Clem's face burned red.  Anne was seeing him for the whuss he was.  His face
got even redder when Marlene "suggested" he take off his clothes while she
got Anne hot again.  When he began to unbutton his shirt, Marlene decidedly
ignored him and crouched down between Anne's legs.

Clem had often thought about divorcing Marlene.  She was a manipulative
bitch to him, but she had made two concessions that thrilled him.  Both
played off fetishes he had, and made him so hot for her his thoughts of
divorce were short-lived.  He thought, "Hell, she loves me enough to give me
this gift".  It didn't occur to him that playing off his fetishes was
another way she controlled him.

His first fetish was for high heels, which Marlene had complained hurt her
feet.  But, she had worn them for him, knowing that he got sexually excited
seeing her in the things.  Now, she was wearing three-inch clunky-heeled
mules, which he thought looked sexy as hell as she crouched and ate Anne. 
He saw how the large black shoes looked great on her dainty feet, and could
almost ignore the fact that his wife was licking another.

His eyes traveled up her legs and over her back to his second fetish, her
bristly nape.  It was a dark red color, short enough to see skin, and it
rised up to the back of her head, the hair gradually getting longer.  The
longer hairs were blonde, getting to chin length in the front so that she
could tuck it behind her ear like she had it now.  He told her he thought it
made her look modern and stylish, but he was really thinking how much he
loved sucking her nape and feeling the sharp bristles on his tongue before
he went down and lapped at her cunt.  He had a fetish, and she had conformed
her style to allow him the guilty pleasure.  He loved her for that.

But now, as he stripped he could see Anne's red nails sliding over Marlene's
nape, pulling the sucking mouth deeper into her pussy.  From there his eyes
merely had to flick over to where he could easily see Marlene's tongue
sliding over Anne's pussy.  Her short hair made it all visible, and that
reminded him of her nape, and that fed his fetish.  As a result, he was very
hard as he absentmindedly removed the last of his clothes.

"Damn, Marlene," Anne said, having carefully watched Clem as he stripped. 
"The boy is quite excited."

Marlene looked over her shoulder at Clem, smiling at his excited reaction to
seeing her juice-covered face.  "He is quite a horny dog," she agreed.  She
stood and went to the door to get the dog's lead that was kept there.  Clem
didn't even flinch when she snapped it onto the D-ring attached to the
collar.  He did start a bit when she snapped his face down to hers and
tasted her pussy-flavored tongue.  "Now come along where you can get a good
view," she said.

She led Clem over and handed Anne the lead, before going back to work.  Anne
pulled Clem's face to hers and forced a kiss on him.  Of course, he
responded.  "Unbutton my blouse," she said, testing whether he would obey
her too.  He did, eagerly.  "That's a nice pet," she laughed.  "Now, take
off my top."  He did, and she unfastened her front-closing bra before using
the lead to make him suck on her nipples.

For all his faults, Anne found him exceedingly good with his mouth.  He
seemed to understand just how much attention to pay to a nipple before
backing off.  Maybe sucking well was a marital trait, because Marlene was
bringing her quickly to orgasm.  Anne loved coming over and having Marlene
get her off, and now Clem was a bonus.

But her favorite thing was licking the wetness from Marlene, and the thought
of that took her over the top.  She pulled Clem up into a kiss while Marlene
flicked her tongue over her clit just so, making her jerk in her orgasm. 
She pushed Clem away, gasping and actually growling as she rubbed her pussy
on Marlene's face.  Marlene eventually stopped and moved up to kiss Anne.

"Your turn," Marlene smiled.  She knew Anne was a novice pussy eater, but
she made up for her lack of talent with her enthusiasm.

"Give me a minute," Anne said, huffing.  "I'm out of breath you bitch."  She
leaned back and brushed her bangs from her face.  Clem thought she looked
sexy as hell, with her post-orgasmic flushed cheeks and thimble-sized
nipples.

"Well, I guess Clem will have to do until you are ready," Marlene pouted. 
She hopped up on the counter next to Anne, and beckoned to Clem with a
crooked finger.  "Come here boy," she said.

Clem came over meekly.  Besides feeling unworthy and deserving of the
shameful treatment Marlene was giving him, he was horny as hell.  He knew
that complying with her was his best chance of getting his rocks off.

Marlene grabbed his leash, and jerked him in so that he was inches from her
face.  "I saw you kissing Anne.  Did you like it?" she asked.

"Sorta," Clem said, hedging his bets.

"Sorta?" Marlene mocked.  "Are you saying Anne is not a good kisser?"  She
looked over to Anne, who was amused.  She leaned over and gave Anne a deep
soul kiss, which made Clem squirm with excitement.  "I think she is a good
kisser."

"Oh yes, she is a great kisser," Clem quickly agreed.

"Well, I think I am a better kisser," Marlene said.  "Do you know why I
think I am?"

"N- no," Clem said.  He was afraid of where this was leading.

"Because I have pussy flavor on my tongue.  Do you want to kiss your wife
now that her tongue tastes like pussy?"

"Shit!" was all Clem could think to say.  Marlene reeled him in and kissed
him deeply, her tongue penetrating his mouth.  Clem could taste Anne all
right, but it was the forcefulness of the kiss that he found appealing.  In
his experience, guys were the forceful ones, and the women accepted the
man's tongue like their pussies accepted the man's dick.  Now, though, he
was in the opposite role, and he found the difference exciting.

"Maybe if you are a good boy from now on, you'll get a pussy-flavored kiss
every day."  Marlene laughed at her own joke.  Clem cringed only slightly,
Marlene noted.  She would need a different tactic to belittle him.  "Now,
tell Anne why I always wear high heels."

"Marlene, please," Clem said, instantly embarrassed and turning red.

"This should be good," Anne snickered.

"Tell her, you nasty little wimp.  Tell her why I wear these shoes," Marlene
commanded.

"You wear them because I think they make you look sexy," Clem said, his face
now beet red.

"Well, that is what you told me," Marlene said.  She turned to Anne before
continuing; "he gets a boner whenever he sees me in high heels."  Anne
cracked up, knowing that her husband was like that too, but seeing Clem's
reaction to this having his dirty laundry aired was priceless.  "But, Clem,
you don't get a boner because I look sexy, do you?"

"Yes, I-" Clem protested.

"Shut up!" Marlene snapped.  "I think you get a boner because you want to
lick my feet and suck on the heels.  Am I right?"

"Shit!" Clem breathed.  "No!"

"Oh, you pussy.  You can at least admit that you want to suck my heels like
you want to suck a fat cock."

"That's a lie!" Clem protested.

"Suck them," Marlene purred.

"No way!" Clem said.

"Suck them like you've always wanted to."  Marlene was really enjoying
toying with Clem.  She had meant to merely yank his chain, but she saw the
flicker of hope in his eyes.  The nasty bastard really did want to suck her
heels!  "Come on, honey, its OK."

"No fucking way!" Clem said.

"Its OK, baby," Anne soothed.  She found the whole thing interesting as
hell.  Maybe her hubby wanted to suck heels too.

"C'mon, honey.  I won't think less of you," Marlene coaxed.  The truth was
that her opinion of Clem was about bottomed out, so she couldn't think less
of him.  She saw him leaning towards moving, so she gave his leash a shake. 
"Do it," she said, just a tad menacingly.

That got him off the ball.  She lifted her foot, and he tenderly held her
leg, kissing down it to her feet.  Then, closing his eyes, he wrapped his
lips around the black clunky heel of her shoe, and sank his mouth onto it.

"Holy shit!" Anne giggled.  Clem's eyes popped open, mortified, and he tried
to spit out the heel.

Marlene had been prepared for this, and held his leash.  "Its OK baby, we
just think it is so sexy to watch you do it."

"Yeah, that's what I meant," Anne said, nearly straightfaced.  It was a
whopper of a lie, but sometimes the biggest lies work best.

Clem seemed mollified, and fulfilled one of his deepest fantasies.  He
worked the heel like a cock, bobbing up and down on it like a cocksucking
pro.  Giving in at last to this fetish stroked his soul at the deepest
levels.  It was a cathartic experience. 

Unfortunately, to Marlene and Anne, it was merely an amusing display of
lurid perversion.  They had physical needs to fulfill, and Anne slid off the
counter to begin fulfilling hers: she needed to be face first in Marlene's
delicious pussy.  Anne spread Marlene's legs wider, to get Clem out of the
way for one thing.  Then she tentatively began to lick at Marlene.  It was
only her fourth time eating pussy, and she listened to Marlene as she
directed her tongue.

Marlene sighed contentedly.  She had an eager girl licking her, if not
expertly, then pretty damn well.  Anne had proven to be an excellent
student.  She had her husband making a fool of himself, giving her Kenneth
Cole's a blowjob.  A fiery, passionate woman, she was easily orgasmic when
she was in charge.  She surprised Anne with how fast she came, unleashing a
torrent of juices that Anne had to suck down lest they ruin her skirt.

Anne moved to Clem, keeping a mouthful of Marlene's cum in her mouth.  She
pushed him off he heel he was swallowing and took the leash.  Holding him
fast, she pressed his mouth to hers, then expelled the sap.  Clem ravenously
ate it, pushing his tongue into her mouth in his search for more.  Anne
would learn to take charge of the kissing, but for now she liked having a
man kiss her after she ate a girl... it made it seem OK.  She enjoyed Clem's
hunger, and felt like she needed to cum again.

"OK, you two, knock it off," a winded Marlene said.  "Anne, I need to show
you another use of this pet of mine."

Anne stopped the kiss, leaving Clem desperate for his own orgasm.  "Hmmm, he
seems pretty pointless up 'til now," she said.

"Well, even though he isn't much of a lover, he does have his uses."  She
slid off the counter and took the leash from Anne.  She moved to the
doorway, leading Clem there.  She leaned against it with her tits, taking
the leash over her shoulder so that she could pull Clem in.  "Tell Anne your
other dirty secret," she said.

"What's that?" Clem asked, confused.  Then he saw Marlene run her red
fingernails lightly over her nape.  He quickly decided he'd already lowered
his esteem in Anne's eyes as far as he could, so he might as well admit to
this and get to enjoy it.  "Anne, I love running my tongue over Marlene's
nape... and she loves me enough to keep it razor-sharp all the time."

"Very good, you little slut," Marlene laughed.  She yanked the leash,
pulling him into her neck.  She let out a little moan as he suckled at her
neck; the truth is that she thought it felt damn good herself.  She also
knew Clem would love to slid down and worship either her ass or her pussy,
because that was part of his fetish/fantasy.  But his kissing there always
made her hungry to get fucked.  "Anne," she moaned, "lay on the floor."

Anne lay down on the living room floor, knowing she was in for a nice
licking.  She expected Marlene to eat her conventionally, but instead
Marlene straddled her face and then lowered her own face into a 69.  Anne
had never done a 69, but she found immediately that she loved it.

For his part, Clem knelt and started licking Marlene's nape again.  He was
tremendously aroused, and he knew he could cum almost anytime.  He almost
spontaneously spurted when Marlene hissed at him to "go down and eat my
ass."

He found it terribly hard to not cum when he got to her asshole.  He was
inches away from Anne's worshipping mouth, and the taboo appealed to him as
well.  He dove in with gusto, and was soon sliding his curled tongue in and
out of her tangy butthole.  He knew very well that Anne was watching him
doing it so eagerly, and that kinky thought made him tremble.

Marlene lifted off Anne's face slightly, so she could see it.  "Here's what
I really love.  Watch what happens when Clem fucks me."  She looked at Clem.
"You know what I mean, don't you?"

"OhGodYeah," he moaned.  It would be perfect.

"OK, then fuck me, slut," Marlene said.  Anne watched as Clem knelt astride
her face and pushed his precum-oozing dick into Marlene.  She was tempted to
try to suck Marlene's clit, try to get her off, but she was fascinated by
the scene inches from her face.  Clem was fucking her like a damn bunny,
making about 90 two-inch strokes per minute.  Marlene's pussy was bright
pink, and his rapid fucking was making it practically drip juices.

She thought that he could surely not last long at that rate, and she was
right.  It was probably only a minute before he announced he was about to
cum.  Marlene started urging to cum, to fill her with his sticky cum.  He
somehow lasted right on the brink for another minute, then pushed in deeply
and grunted over and over as he ejaculated.  Anne thought it was the sexiest
thing she'd ever seen, but felt bad for Marlene: her clit was standing
straight out and she was surely on the verge of cumming.

What Clem did shocked the hell out of her.  She was about to try to get out
of the cum splatter zone, knowing that his seed would drip right on her,
when he yanked out and hurriedly got down to press his mouth into her pussy!

"Fuck!" Anne gasped, watching how eagerly and expertly he ate her cum-filled
pussy.  His tongue was everywhere, inside, around, over her clit.  Anne knew
Marlene was about to cum, and when she did Clem clamped his mouth on her
hole and sucked.  His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed the
sperm he had just pumped in.  Fuck!

The whole scene lasted just a few minutes more, and then Marlene rolled onto
her back to breathe.  Clem's face was covered in creampie, his mouth and
lips practically encrusted.  He was glowing in pride and delight.

"He just loves eating cum from my pussy," Marlene sighed, happy at the
thought.

"Hmmmm," Anne commented.  "Maybe I should get my husband to let him have a
crack at a big load."

"Maybe so," Marlene agreed.  Clem thought there was too much thoughtfulness
in her reply.

Their Christmas Party, Two Weeks Later

"Are Anne and Richard coming?" Clem asked Marlene.

"Oh yes, honey, and Anne said she has a present for you.  I think they're
just running late."

"OK," Clem said.  He had been on pins and needles since the afternoon two
weeks earlier.  He had left for the office extra early and came home extra
late, so that he could avoid any contact with his neighbor.  Surprisingly,
things had been great between he and Marlene, now that he accepted her
dominant role in the family.  They were having sex almost every other day,
with him spending 90% of the time on her pleasure.  It was an arrangement
they both preferred.

The doorbell rang, and Marlene called out that she'd get it.  Clem was
having a conversation with a friend, but kept an eye on the door.  He called
it his gunfighter's instinct, to keep a situational awareness of who was
where.  In truth, he was dreading Anne's appearance and wanted to know when
he should start having to evade her.

The conversation took a major hit when he saw that it was indeed Anne, but a
majorly different-looking Anne.  She had cut her hair, for one thing.  It
was now a cute mid-ear "chili bowl" cut, but his attention was drawn
immediately to her nape, which was delightfully revealed.  She wore a pretty
holiday sweater, with a big neck that revealed almost her entire collar bone
and shoulders, so her neck was hard to miss.  He almost missed her other
change, the high heels she was wearing.  She would say they were pretty
holiday shoes, but he knew the combination was calculated to torture him.

"Excuse me," he said to his conversation guest.  He went to the front door,
and shook Richard's hand.  Then he air-kissed Anne in the European manner. 
She held him on the second kiss, to whisper in his ear.

"I've brought you a present, and if you wear it I promise good things for
you," she whispered.  "I brought a present for your dog," she announced to
the room.  "I was afraid you'd forget he was a good boy this year."

She handed the gift to Marlene, who opened it to reveal a rhinestoned dog
collar.  She turned to Clem, and laughing said "This is too pretty to waste
on the dog!  You put it on!"

Clem, nearly unable to take his eyes off Anne's neck, played along like a
good sport.  Unsurprisingly, the collar was an almost perfect fit for his
neck.  Anne gave him a nice little kiss on the cheek, laughingly saying "you
ought to wear it all the time!"

Clem avoided Anne, but watched her.  Richard seemed to like her new haircut,
running his hands up and down her neck precisely like Clem wished he could. 
Anne would catch him looking from time to time, and would immediately turn
to Richard to whisper something and give him a kiss.

The party was rolling by 11:30, with good food, good friends, and good booze
making everyone festive.  Clem had lost track of Anne, with a lot of friends
to catch up with.  Marlene came to him and took him aside.

"You need to go check out a problem in the master bathroom," she said.  She
kissed him on the cheek, and tugged on his collar.  He blanched, but went
upstairs on autopilot.

He passed Richard coming down on the stairs, who said "great party" as he
went by.

He was not at all surprised to see Anne sitting on the bathroom vanity, her
legs spread and pulled up.  Already oozing from her pussy was Richard's
semen.  "Be a nice pet, and clean me up, will you?" she asked.  He came in
close, and she reached out to snap the leash on his neck.  As he knelt and
pushed her thighs apart so that he could properly tongue her pussy, she
murmured "Merry Christmas, pet."

Merry Christmas!




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