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Author; Bigby
Title; New man sucks 2
Sequel to; cocksucking new man,
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Bigby/www/cocksucking%20new%20man.htm
Summary;
Ben has been in charge of the house and his two women for a
while. but
when he attempts to take a third wife Gina rebels, and Ben once
more
finds himself wallowing in subservience, a wig on his head and a
cock
in his throat.

Keywords; M/M, M/M/F, Fdom, Mdom, M/F/F, bond

More Bigby stories at;
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Bigby/www/

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New man sucks 2;
Imagine;
Imagine you live with two women.  Your wife, a sexy 35-year-old
top executive.  And a gorgeous young TV actress, big breasted,
blond, and sweet.
They tell you you're the ultimate, they live to please you; the
only thing they want in return is that you humiliate them a
little, dominate them.
Don't you think it would go to your head?
Two accomplished and desirable women constantly telling you that
you're in charge, they'll do whatever you say; think you could
handle it?  I thought I could.
I used to tie them up, and beat them.  I ignored their pleas for
mercy, and one after the other, screwed them, sometimes anally. 
I made them dress up in mock "maid" outfits and do the housework,
even though we had domestic help.  I told the two of them to
stroke and kiss each other for my amusement.
All I asked for in return was loyalty.
I didn't know they expected loyalty from me, as well.
I was boss, I called the shots; if I wanted another lover, I
would have one.

Maria had been cleaning for me on and off for 10 years, since she
was a girl.  She'd been married for several years, and had a
child now.
There had always been a slight sexual tension between the two of
us; a very subtle flirtation.  My wife, Gina, had picked up on it
long ago.  At one point, she'd insisted I fire Maria.  But later,
when I took charge, I hired Maria back.
Maria is a handsome Hispanic woman, with dark flashing eyes and a
strong jaw, the kind of lips that looked like they were made to
wrap around a penis.  She had the body of a working woman;
muscular legs, a moderate ass, wide hips, a slim waste, medium
breasts. Her hair was usually tied up, but when she let it down
it was shoulder length, jet black, thick and curly.  She stood
five foot seven in flat shoes, and her smooth complexion was just
slightly off-white; just a tinge of her South American identity
lingered there.
She is always been deferential to me; respectful, yet not without
her pride. Maria would call me "Sir" with her chin held high and
her eyes not wavering from mine.
I had a genuine affection for the woman; I wished her the best. 
I would never have taken advantage of her, not if her husband had
been deserving of her.
The first time she came to work with a black eye, I said nothing.
 It wasn't my business, I thought.
But then later, I regretted not talking to her about it.  I was
her employer, if it wasn't my business, whose was it?  She spent
most of her day with me, the two of us alone in my large house
while my women were at work.  If I didn't take care of her, who
would?
The next time it was the other eye; she had a cut on the back of
her head, and one of her fingers was swollen.
It made me mad; I, who tied my women to racks and tortured them
for pleasure [theirs, mostly], was enraged by how my cleaning
woman was being treated.
Because I didn't believe in brutalizing women; what I get up to
with Nadia and Gina is just games.  I am extremely careful that
no one gets injured, I do it because they need it, it turns them
both on.
I'm a wealthy man; I'm good with my fists, too.  And I told you
how I'm used to being treated; no one could treat one of my women
like that, I thought.  That's right, Maria was one of my women. 
So what if I didn't have sex with her?  I'd known her for longer
than her husband had, she was my responsibility, my employee. 
She was my friend.
"What happened to you, Maria?"
"Nothing, sir."
"Sit down, Maria.  Tell me what happened."
Slowly, I teased the information from her.  Of course I knew
already; but I needed her to say it out loud to me.
"He drinks, and then he gets angry.  It's my own fault, I should
be a better wife."
She sounded like one of those beaten women on TV.  I was amazed
at how a seemingly sane person could say such things.
"No man should do to a woman what he has done to you.  I want you
to leave him, Maria.  Immediately."  I told her firmly.
"But he's my husband!"
"A husband is a man who protects his woman from harm.  A man who
injures his woman is scum.  There's a free room here."
She started to cry; I went to her, lifted her from her chair, and
held in my arms.  There was nothing sexual in this; well, not
very much anyway.  It wasn't in my mind to bring her into my home
with the purpose of making her my third wife.  She needed some
place to go, and I had space.  Of course, I knew that in the
natural course of things, it was quite likely my dick would find
its way into her lovely body.  I was all alone with her most
afternoons.

Maria was shivering with fright as she packed her things.  Her
husband was at the bar, and didn't come home while we were there.
 We picked up her child from the crèche.
Mother and child were soon established in my house.  Gina wasn't
very happy about it when she came home.
"I never wanted live-in help."  She complained, "What about our
privacy?"
"Well I do want live-in help."  I informed her, "And it's not
like Maria isn't already aware of our domestic arrangements.  Do
you have anything more to say about it?"
"No, Ben."
"Go start dinner. Nadia won't be home until late.  Set the table
for three."
"Yes, Ben."
Usually, I cook.  Despite the fact that they do whenever I tell
them, my women work hard.  I only work a few hours a day, and
usually had Maria help me in the kitchen before she went home.
I like to pamper my women, and then slap their pampered asses
red.

I didn't have sex with Maria for the first day or two.  She
wanted me, she wanted me to dominate her.  I could tell by the
way she spoke to me, the way she moved.  The way she looked at me
what those big dark eyes of her, silently begging me to ravish
her.
Her husband didn't know where she was, but that was only a matter
of time.  She was frightened, and needed some time to regain her
confidence.  I didn't want to take her in the state she was in;
let her recover first, I thought.  Then we can decide if it's
what we want.  If it's what I want.
But I just couldn't hold back; the way she was mooning around the
house while she did her work, she was emitting pheromones or
something.
We were both in the kitchen, Maria was chopping vegetables for
me.  I could smell her, the sweetness of her hair; I could feel
the want of her body, I could feel her need for love.
The love of a man who would care for her, who would cherish her.
I could see the warm smooth the valley formed by her breasts, the
arc of her neck; the elegant loop of her earring swaying
enticingly before my nose.
She was my woman, living in my house; if I want her, why
shouldn't I take her?  My hand reached up behind her as she
continued at her work, oblivious to my intentions.
The chopping of the knife ceased as my fingers touched the back
of her neck; starting at the base of the skull and gently moving
down the scant three inches available before her collar.  She
froze, as the one finger traced its way up under her cute little
ear.
Just one finger; that was all.  Just one finger on the back of
her neck.
She turned her head to look at me; I looked down into her eyes,
and I knew she was mine.  I knew she had been mine for years;
she'd been married to someone else, and sleeping in his bed, but
she was really mine.  She bore that man's child, she kept his
house; but she also kept my house, she was really mine.
I could see the pain in those deep eyes as I lifted her chin,
gripping it between my thumb and forefinger. I kissed her, I took
her in my arms to protect her from that pain, to hold it away
from her with my strength.
She was passive, at first.  She didn't know how to react, she
didn't know what she wanted; but I knew.  She wanted me, she
needed me.  She needed to join Gina and Nadia in subservience to
me.  Full subservience, sexual subservience.
I held her close, pressing her breasts into my chest.  I could
feel the heat growing between our bodies as her hands crept up my
back, gently testing the resilience of my muscles, exploring my
power.
Ten years of flirtation had preceded this coupling; we knew each
other so well, yet not at all.  I pushed her ass against the
kitchen counter, pinning her there.  I pushed my tongue into her
mouth, exploring her even white teeth in the darkness of our
experimental passion.  Her thighs parted, and I pressed the bulge
in my trousers into the valley of her skirt.
Silently, I led her to my bedroom.  She said nothing as I
undressed her, seeing for the first time the bruises her husband
had left on her torso.  I caressed them lightly, kissing her
injuries.  No man would do this to her again; not without
retribution from me.
She wasn't ready for sex; it was too soon for joy.  She was still
devastated with the breakup of her home, the betrayal of her man.
 She was unsure of her territory, worried about young Juan asleep
down the hall.
But she submitted to my desire; she allowed me my pleasure.
I love to pleasure my women above all else, but if it wasn't
possible, I could enjoy myself regardless.  There would be time
later to make it up to her; but at that moment, I wanted to bury
my dick in her, stake my claim, declare her my possession.
Maria had some extra weight on her ass, but not too much.  Her
breasts were full, and hung low on her chest.  She had wonderful
hips, and a flat stomach.  Her crotch was hairy, but her legs
were smooth and strong.
I licked her, more to provide lubrication for the inevitable
penetration than to pleasure her.  She enjoyed my attentions, my
silent statement of intent; my intent to have sex with her, my
intent to keep her.
Because Maria needed to be kept; she needed a man to love her at
all times, at any price.  She hadn't been able to leave her
husband because she didn't know who to leave him for; she wasn't
a woman who could live alone.
She smiled at me as I put my dick to her hairy crotch; consenting
to the unspoken agreement.  I was not a man with a wife, I was a
man with two wives.  She knew what she was getting into, more or
less.
It felt good; wet and warm and comfortable, my penis inside her
body felt right.  I could afford her, I could keep her; I could
make her mine.  I was willing and able to take care of her needs;
financial, emotional, and sexual.
She wasn't going to come; I knew that.  She wasn't going to have
an orgasm, but that didn't mean she didn't want me.  I took my
pleasure slowly, enjoying the feel of her body against mine, her
large nipples between my fingers, between my lips. Her big dark
eyes soaking in the sight of me as I joined myself with her.
It was strange sex; as much about dominance and possession as
about passion. It was statement that our relationship would be
different now, that she was more than my maid.
I looked into her eyes as I ejaculated inside of her; the mixing
of our fluids establishing in chemistry what was already in our
minds; Maria was my woman now, one of three, under my protection
and in my service until further notice.

I didn't tell Gina or Nadia.  Why should I? They had no choice in
the matter.  If I wanted a third woman in the house, it was my
decision to make and no one else's.
But if I was the dominant male, then why was I afraid to tell
them?
Gina and Nadia had accepted each other largely due to the
extraordinary circumstances at the time.  There was no way of
knowing if they'd accept Maria.  Both Gina and Nadia were
successful women, proud women.  Would they be willing to share
their man and their house with a Hispanic cleaning lady?
Relations were a little bit strained in the house.  The women all
knew each other well, but things were different.  Roles were
unclear; was Maria our cleaning lady, a houseguest, a lodger?
Our playroom remained locked, but we had some lightweight fun and
games in my bedroom once or twice.  It's what I preferred anyway,
just nice gentle lovemaking with my ladies.  All that bondage and
S/M is to keep them satiated and in line.
I left Maria alone [sexually, I mean] for several days.  Then she
came to me.
She just stood close to me, that's all.  She just walked up next
to me and stood there, two inches from me; her hair was just
washed, glossy and black; she wore a perfume that seemed to
penetrate up my nose to my brain.
It was different this time; there was passion in her.
The first time I had made love to her, she needed love badly, but
had been unable to return it.  As my fluids were absorbed into
her body, as the concept of me as a lover was absorbed into her
psyche, her desire to be loved by me again grew inside of her.  I
had said nothing, but she knew I was waiting for her.
Gently, calmly and deliberately, I made love with her.
I'd had sex only that morning with Nadia, and I was feeling
totally serene about the sexual part.  I had no urgency, no need
of immediate release.  I took Maria to my bed, and to my heart. 
My aim was to enslave her, to become her master.  To convince her
that to submit to me was her road to happiness and security.
She seemed almost shocked at her own orgasm; as though it had
been so long, she had forgotten what an orgasm was.  My penis
ached with the power of my erection, with the seductive power I
was wielding over this poor woman.  I held her, kissed her, and
fucked her.
I fucked her for about an hour, reducing her to tears, tearing
away the thin fabric of culture from her, searching for the
primal Maria.
For better or worse, when I was done, she was mine forever.  No
man had ever loved her before; no man had been willing to possess
her, accepting full responsibility for her well-being, her health
and happiness.  I could accept responsibility.  I did accept
responsibility.  And in return, I took possession of her very
being.
Not as my wife; as my third wife.

I almost had it all.  I just had to get my first two wives to
accept Maria as their new sister.
I called Gina and Nadia into the playroom Saturday afternoon.
"Strip."  I told them.
They did as instructed, smiling in anticipation.
I looked at Nadia. "Boots."  I told her, pointing to my favorite
pair of high-heeled knee highs.
I threw Gina a leather corset.  I handcuffed Nadia's wrists to
her ankles, on her knees.  I arranged my first wife next to her
in a similar fashion.  They were so lovely; my heart ached with
the power of my love for them.
I gripped Nadia savagely by her lovely blond hair.
"Would you like to suck my cock?"  I asked her.
"Please Ben, please let me."  She pleaded.
"I think Gina should go first." I said, unzipping my trousers and
pulling it out.
I fucked my high-powered executive wife in the mouth for a half
minute, and then pulled it out and let exquisite young Nadia wrap
her lovely lips around my shaft for a minute of excruciating
pleasure before reluctantly packing my tackle back into my
trousers.
"So, what shall we do today?"  I asked, walking in a slow circle
around my bound and helpless lovers. I fingered a whip that was
hanging on the wall, as the women watched me with fear and
excitement in their eyes.  But it wasn't physical pain that I had
in store for them this time.
"Maria!"  I called out the door. "Will you come in here, please."
I grinned down at my bound females; I had the drop on them this
time, they looked utterly shocked.
Maria's eyes were wide as she beheld the scene.
"That's right, Maria.  Gina and Nadia like a little bit of pain.
It helps them remember who's in charge."
I took her chin in my hand gently and looked into her eyes.
"But you will be obedient without the need for this type of
thing.  Won't you?"
"Yes, Ben."  She whispered.
Maria had experienced genuine brutality; she didn't need these
things, she needed the opposite.  But I needed her to be aware of
the situation, and I needed Nadia and Gina to be aware of Maria
being my lover.
"Remove your clothes, Maria."  I told her. "Don't be afraid."
"But Ben..."
"Do as I say, Maria.  Now."  I told her firmly.
I smirked at Gina and Nadia as Maria slowly but obediently began
to remove her clothes.  They were helpless, in every way.  I was
in charge, and I was going to show them instead of talking about
it.
"What do you think, isn't she lovely?"  I asked my bound women,
as I caressed Maria's shoulders with my fingers.
Maria was staring at the floor, trembling with embarrassment and
fright.  I pinched the nipples of her breasts, standing behind
her and looking at the horrified faces of Gina and Nadia.
"Maria's breasts do hang a little."  I conceded, "Because they
have done the work they were made for.  Maria, do you want to
care for my children?"
"Yes, Ben."
"Good girl, Maria."  I answered, removing my clothes.
"Bend over.  Put your hands on your knees."
It wasn't love making, it wasn't even very good sex.  I gently
pushed my cock into Maria from behind to demonstrate graphically
what I had been unable to articulate.
"I've told Gina and Nadia that I want children, but neither of
them has become pregnant yet."  I said, as I held my cleaning
woman by the hips and slid my dick in and out of her.
"They won't get pregnant like this, Ben."  Maria said.
I laughed so hard, I had to stop. I pulled my stiff dick out of
her.
"You're right about that!"  I said. "Go downstairs and make us
all some coffee.  Go on."  I said, slapping her gently on the
ass.
I pushed Nadia over onto her back, her arms were pinned under her
and her knees were spread; I kneeled between her legs, and put my
cock to her entrance.  I worked my way carefully into her tight
young body.  She was like a child compared to the rest of us, at
least 10 years younger.  She was the most fertile thing on the
planet, but could jeopardize her career by becoming pregnant; she
had a role in a television soap.
I nearly blew my load when she came; she's so perfect, a woman
any man would lay down in the road for.
I pulled out of her, and pushed Gina down next to her.
I wanted Gina knocked up, I'd wanted her knocked up for a while.
Too busy she always said, too much pressure at work.  I held her
by the hair and stared into her eyes, dominating her in every way
as I slid my big hard cock in out of her.  I wanted my thick
white load in her fallopian tubes, I wanted her to be first.
She was helplessly bound, she had no say in the matter; she might
be in charge in that big fancy building she worked in, she might
be CEO of a mid sized multi-national corporation; but here in my
house, she would submit to my desires.  Not my desire to tie her
up, my desire to knock her up.
I fired my load, my pent up desire for my first wife. The woman I
loved and respected; not for her still attractive body, not for
her obedience, but for her sharp intelligence. I wanted Gina to
mother a child for me more than I wanted anything.
Maria returned with the coffee.  I had her kneel behind Gina and
hold the cup to Gina's lips, serving her older co-wife while I
released Nadia from her restraints.
Not too bad, I thought; it would be okay.
Good God, I'd never been so wrong in my life.

I took Maria shopping the following day; I bought her and Juan a
lot of clothes. Some that they needed, and some just to look good
in.
Juan was adjusting slowly; he missed his father, as boys will. It
was a roll I would eventually fill, at least partially, but it
would take time.
When we returned, the other girls were gone.
I didn't even notice for a while; it was a working day for them
both. But they had taken their things.
Their cell phones didn't answer; the realization that they had
left me slowly sunk in, filling me with despair.
How could they do that to me? Without a word, with no warning at
all, my women had simply left me. Me; their sovereign, their
boss, their man.
Maria served me dinner, but it had no taste. She held me close in
my bed that night, but I was alone.
I would never turn her away, but how could Maria compare to the
starlet Nadia, utterly devoted to me? My first wife Gina, with
her razor sharp wit?
Maria was what I always thought I wanted in a woman; a home maker
and a loving mother. But I wanted to keep Gina and Nadia as well.
They were my joy, my light!
It was more than just sexual thrills. The sexual thrill was a
symptom of my feelings for them; for the joy of having the love
and devotion of two such totally amazing women.
Why had they left me? I had thought they'd accepted Maria. Maria
would keep the house and care for our children while we all
worked. She was a wife not just for me, but for all of us. Maria
was the homely one; the perfect balance to Nadia's raw sexuality
and Gina's busy competence.
I tried to keep up appearances, but inside, I was devastated. I
knew I had no right to be; I had a woman, I had Maria. Many
people don't have a partner at all. But that was how I felt none
the less.
I phoned Nadia's agent;
"I'm sorry Ben, but I can't give you her new number."
"Is she alright?"
"I think so. Should I tell her you called?"
"Tell her... tell her I love her, and she should come home."
"Is it really true you're sleeping with your cleaning lady?"
"No comment. Will you give Nadia the message?"
"Sure, Ben."
I tried to phone Gina, but couldn't get past her secretary.
"I'm really sorry, Ben, but Gina said not to put your call
through."
"Can you tell her I'd appreciate a call?"
"Yes, of course. Take care of yourself, Ben."

Maria's husband came to the house; I'm very proud of myself for
keeping my cool. In the frustrated state I was in, I'd have loved
to hammer the shit out of the woman-beating bastard; but that
wouldn't have helped any of us, especially Juan.
The man was still the boy's father; I would do everything in my
power to keep him from Maria, but I had no right to keep him and
his son separated, so long as he was doing no harm to the boy.
Things were tense, but he had no choice but to accept my terms.
Despite my successful show of bravado, my confidence was taking a
beating. How had I imagined I was man enough to keep three women?
Only six months earlier I had let Gina dress me as a woman and
use me in her games with other men; perhaps that was the real
Ben, a pansy, a sissy boy. My brief time of dominance was a mere
whim of Gina's, a passing phase of hers.
But then Nadia returned.

I felt a surge of adrenaline as I saw her car coming slowly up
the street; my entire being flooded with energy as she stepped
out and approached the door of our house.
She didn't use her key; she rang the bell.
I was upstairs, and the window was open a crack, so I could hear
them.
"Hello Nadia." Maria said. "How are you?"
"I'm... I'm ok, Maria. How is everything here? How's Ben?"
"He will be very happy to see you. Come inside, let me make you
some coffee."
I felt dizzy with excitement, joy, and relief. I had seen her
face, heard her tone; Nadia was back, and she was back to stay.
Of course I wanted to run down the stairs and take her in my
arms, hold her tight to myself, kiss her sweet gorgeous lips
again; but I would have to punish her first for leaving me.
I entered the kitchen. Nadia stood up quickly.
"Ben! I..."
"Quiet!" I thundered. "So you think you can just leave home for a
week without a word, then come back as though nothing had
happened?"
"No Ben." She said meekly, looking away.
"Do you want to be part of my house again?" I demanded.
"Yes, Ben. Please forgive me!" she was almost crying; then again,
she was a professional actress.
"You're on probation. You will do the cleaning until further
notice, and help Maria in any other way she tells you to, unless
you're at work. I want to know your work schedules in advance,
and you shall be in this house at all other times. Is this
clear?"
"Yes, Ben!" she said, with evident relief.
I turned and left them. Of course I wanted to know everything,
the how, why, and where; but I had to put on the show of strength
first. I'd grill her later.
I eavesdropped as Nadia and Maria brought Nadia's things in from
the car. Just small talk, the gentle probing of the women feeling
each other out.
They knew each other well, but not as co-wives sharing a man.

"Gina was really mad. She said we should leave you; it was so
wrong Ben! But anyway, we went to stay with my friend Bee [I've
changed the name of this person; a rather famous black actor].
"Where is Gina now?"
"She's still at Bee's place."
"Is she sleeping with him?"
"Yes."
"Did you sleep with him?"
"Yes."
"Did either of you have sex with anyone else?"
"I didn't."
"And Gina?"
"I don't know."
"Tell me the truth, Nadia."
The luscious young blond hesitated.
"Gina's in charge." Nadia choked out at last.
"Bee is submissive?"
"Yes."
"You're a good girl for being so honest with me, Nadia. Now go do
the dishes. No, Maria, you stay here with me. Let Nadia do it
herself."
As I cuddled with Maria on the couch, I thought about it all;
Gina was being dominant again, that would make it very hard to
get her back. And she was fucking around, too.
The thing was, I wanted children; lots of them. I wanted to
reproduce, to spread my genome as wide as I could; and I wanted
my genes mixed with Gina's more than anyone else's.
Maria was a good mother, caring and patient; Nadia had a body
that was crying to be impregnated. But Gina had the grey matter,
the greatest form of fitness for a human being. I wanted a baby
or two with Gina, I was aching for it. I had to try to get her
back, at least for a while.
"Nadia; I want you to have a full medical. I can't let you in my
bed until we have the results."
"Yes, Ben." She answered, the shame of her betrayal written
clearly on her face.
I suppose I should have made Maria get one before I screwed her.
I decided to get us all checked. I didn't tell Nadia, though; the
shame of submitting to the examination was part of her
rehabilitation.
Maria came to my bed later that night in one of Nadia's favorite
negligees; a see through silky blue thing. Her hair was
different, and she was wearing makeup as well as perfume. It
turned me on like crazy, knowing that Nadia had made her ready
for me; a symbol of Nadia's acceptance of Maria and her
willingness to please me.
We had fucked quite a few times by then, more to establish
Maria's new position than for anything else. But now, for the
first time, there was true passion, real carnal desire; my Latin
lady's eyes had fire in them as I held her by the upper arms and
kissed her.
I had always found Maria attractive, and had always liked her as
a person.  But for the first time, I truly desired her as a
lover.
I was surprised; not for desiring her, but for realizing that
something had been missing earlier.  There was electricity
between us, a fantastic wonderful desire to couple our bodies
together in ecstatic wonderful sex.
My cock ached to enter her, my hands only existed to caress her;
her body was smooth and warm, supple and waiting.
We had fucked before, but we made love for the first time.  I had
wanted to possess her, to add her to my stable.  Now I wanted
more; I wanted to pleasure her more than anything else, I wanted
to reward her loyalty, repay her goodness.
Her trauma at leaving her home and her husband had faded; my
trauma at losing Gina and Nadia was now manageable.
We wasted no time with oral sex; our organs needed each other, my
penis needed to be inside her vagina, nowhere else.
Her big dark eyes stared into mine as my tool slowly entered her
lovely fertile frame.
It was too soon to make her pregnant; how could I know if she
would really stay?  This was still just a practice run, an
experiment with passion.
I fucked her, screwed her, loved her to the extent of my ability;
her lovely breasts against my chest, her fingers gripping my
shoulders, and her involuntary cries drove me on.
She came at last, in a wonderful huge pulsating crashing orgasm,
almost frightening in its power.  I wanted to pump my juice into
her, I wanted to fill her with womb with my desire and need.
But I held back; held back until my new woman was coming again,
coming for me and with me.  Coming to live with me, coming to
stay with me, coming to love me.  Coming to be mine and mine
alone.
My release was a flood of pent up desire; her eyes melted into me
as she felt my hot seed pumping into her needy core.
There was peace in the house the next morning; it was as though I
had somehow made love with Nadia as well.  Sex by proxy.  I was
almost at peace, but not quite.

I got Gina's new cell phone number from Nadia;
"Hello, Gina."
"I thought you'd be calling soon. Is Nadia with you?"
"Yes. She's on probation. How are you?"
"I'm great, Ben. What about you?"
"I miss you."
"I'm not coming back. I don't want to share my husband with
anyone, not even Nadia; and definitely not with every bitch he
can get his hands on,"
I suppressed my anger; "Can we meet, Gina? There are things to
discuss."
There was a long pause on the line.
"All right. I'm at Bee's place. Do you know where it is?"
"Nadia does."
"Come alone. Press the buzzer at the gate and I'll let you in."
"You mean right now?"
"Sure, why not?"

I had been planning to take Maria out that afternoon to buy her a
new car; but I hadn't told Maria yet, so there was no harm in
putting it off for a day or two.
Bee's house was large and gated, like movie star's house should
be.  I pulled up to the gate, rolled down my window and pressed
the intercom buzzer.
"Come in through the side door, then take the second door on the
right."  Gina's voice crackled over the speaker as the gate slid
open.
I parked my car and entered as instructed.
I was a bit surprised to see my wife in her office clothes.  She
was seated facing the door as I entered the room; waiting for me.
Her hair was perfect, her makeup just so.  She was wearing her
pearl necklace and matching earrings, the very picture of the
efficient executive that she was.
Except below the waist.
Lace top stockings, and stiletto heels; that was all.  Her groin
was fully exposed, her knees spread. And she was seated on a man.
A black man stretched out on his back; his thick black erect
member disappeared into my wife's clearly visible sexual organ.
She moved her hips slightly, clearly enjoying herself.  I
couldn't see much of the man at first; just his legs, feet,
balls, and the part of his cock that wasn't inside Gina.
"Have a seat, Ben.  Get yourself something to drink, if you like.
 How are you? How's the maid?"
"Maria is doing fine. I'm all right.  You look well."
"Why thank you, Ben.  It does feel good to be on top again."  She
said with a smirk, pushing her hips back and forward a few times.
 I couldn't help but watch the black organ slide in and out of
her; I knew she was just trying to wind me up, but the pain was
intense. Fabulous and searing.
"What are you going to do, Gina?"  I asked her.
"I'm not sure yet."  She said, lifting herself up and down once
or twice, causing her hair and breasts to bounce charmingly.
"I've been enjoying myself here.  Why, do you want me to come
home?"
"Of course.  You're my wife."
"Really?  Then why are you banging a girl half your age and the
cleaning woman?"
"Come on, Gina; you were the one that led us off the road of
monogamy."
"That's true."  She conceded, gazing up at the ceiling with a
smile and bucking her hips forward and backwards again, forcing
the stiff black penis against the walls of her vagina.
"I want to be in charge again.  I like it, doing what I want."
"And what is it you want?"  I asked her.
 "I'm not sure yet. Why don't you get on your knees here, and
give me a little tongue?"
There it was.  The confrontation; the test of wills.  She had
called me here, and I had come.  She was taunting me, fucking
another man as we negotiated our future.  She wanted dominance
again; she wanted me to do her bidding.
She knew I wanted her; she didn't know how far I would go. 
Neither did I.
I had been enjoying my dominant role for a while, and I'd been
especially enjoying the love of my women.  But I had also known
the thrill of submission; it had been Gina in charge at first. 
Did I really have to go that far to win her back?  Did I really
want her back under those conditions?  Could I have all three
women?
I tried to stay calm, but my mind was spinning.  I couldn't
possibly give up Nadia, nor could I break my promise to Maria;
but perhaps I could do Gina's bidding just this last time. I
could enjoy myself playing her little sexual game this afternoon,
and perhaps rekindle our passion for each other.  My mouth was
watering at the thought of running my tongue across her clit
while that the black penis stayed firmly inside her body; of
wallowing in the excruciating humiliation of what she would make
me do if I would just let her.
A blanket was thrown over my decision-making capabilities, and I
felt the happy fog of submission overcome me.  The strength
seemed to drain from my body, I was a worm, a worm who would do
as his wife said.
I kneeled on the carpet between the black legs of the man whose
face I hadn't yet even seen.
Gina's white thighs were over his, and his strong hairy legs
clamped my body as I bent my face to the point where he entered
my wife.
My pride was gone, evaporated, vanished without a trace as I put
my arms around her hips. I felt her shudder as my tongue pressed
against her most sensitive point.
She grabbed my head in her hands, and began to lift her body up
and down, sliding her clit against my tongue while her body
rejected and accepted the black dick in and out of her.
"Oh yes baby."  She whispered, gripping me tighter. "That's
good."
She came; I felt the black man's feet against the small of my
back, holding me tightly as Gina's breathing increased and then
relaxed again.  I looked up at her.
"Lick his balls."  She instructed me, staring down at me through
her now slightly disheveled hair. "Lick his balls."  She
repeated.
Never, I thought; never again would I do such a thing.  But she
was pushing down on my head, forcing me lower; pulling my mouth
unwillingly over the big black scrotum.
It filled my mouth, filled my brain.  How was it that Gina's slim
arms could be so strong?  My tongue traced from just about his
asshole, over the seam of his balls, to the base of his cock. 
Gina stared down at me and smiled.
"That's a good boy."  She said quietly and approvingly.
Her approval thrilled me, like food to a starving man. I needed
more, I would do whatever it took to get it! Nothing else was
important, it was just Gina, my wife, my lovely dominatrix; and
of course the cock I would soon suck for her, the delicious
humiliation of giving head to a man who was cuckolding me.
She slid her body back, until the black penis fell out of her and
hit me in the face.  It was wet and sticky.  It smelled of Gina.
She took it in her hand, and pressed it down to my mouth.
"Suck it."  She ordered firmly.
I shouldn't do it, I thought; definitely not, dominant men do not
suck cock to order.  They do not suck the cocks of their wife's
lovers.  But even as the thoughts ran through my mind, the penis
entered my mouth.
I can't explain the power Gina had over me; I suppose it was
conditioning.  When she used to give me orders, I'd always
obeyed.  It felt good to obey Gina.  It gave her pleasure.
It had been nearly a year that I had been in charge at home;
nearly a year since the last time I'd groveled at Gina's feet and
sucked cock for her pleasure.
Once you get over the shock of it, the cultural baggage and
homophobia, it isn't unpleasant.  I don't consider myself gay, or
even bisexual; but at the same time, I kind of like giving head.
It's so weird to hold a man's balls in your hand and suck his
dick, but pleasurable on some strange dark level.  This time, it
was even a celebrity dick; I hadn't ever met him, I hadn't even
seen his face; but I knew this was a famous man's cock.  I don't
know why, but that made it more exciting.  It filled my head with
hot sexy pressure. I bobbed my head up and down over it, sucking
it as deep as I could.  It was a nice cock, about seven inches
long and quite black.
As I said, it wasn't the first time for me. I knew the feeling of
cock on my tongue, I knew how to lick and suck. I knew the warm
dark heat of a hard penis.
"Come, honey."  I heard Gina saying somewhere far above, "Come in
my white sissy husband's mouth.  What a good boy you are."
The man began to stiffen; the strong dark legs wrapped tighter
around my body. I knew what was about to happen, but I made no
effort to escape. I didn't want it, but I was in Gina's hands. I
knew she wanted me to suffer the disgrace of having my mouth
filled with come.
 His back arched upwards, and after a pause, his hard black cock
released his flood into my mouth. That familiar terrible
wonderful pulsing rush of hot semen, the overpowering sensation
of knowing I'd been dominated in the most primal way.
There wasn't a whole lot, thankfully.  I guess he was having a
lot of sex lately. Still, it was subservience; a man coming in a
persons mouth just is, and that's all there is to it. The famous
negro polluted me with his excretions, he relieved himself inside
me.
"Swallow, Ben."  Gina instructed.
There was nothing else to do, really; I swallowed it as the penis
in my mouth began to shrink.
I sat back on my heels, wondering why I had done it; wondering
how Gina had suddenly turned the tables on me.  I had entered
this house a proud man in search of his wife; now I wasn't sure
what I was.
"Come with me, Ben."  Gina instructed, standing up.
I stood and looked at the man lying on the bench; it really was
him, I had actually sucked off one of the big names in Hollywood.
 I wasn't sure if that made my situation any easier.
Gina walked out the door, I got up and followed her. She was
still dressed in her business suit from the waist up, but from
the waist down she was only wearing stockings and heels. I
followed after her, my gaze on her naked pampered ass.
Down a corridor, up a flight of stairs.  In another door, to a
dressing room.
There were racks of strange and wonderful outfits; two shelves of
wigs.  Shoes, boots, lingerie, a makeup table.
Gina ignored me as she shuffled through the racks.  She selected
a red vinyl dress, a strange fetish costume.
"Put this on."  She instructed me. "No underwear."  She added.
I took the strange garment from her, and held it limply in my
hand; I couldn't possibly wear this thing, it couldn't possibly
fit me; there was no way I was going to put this on.
"I'm waiting, Ben."  Gina said calmly but firmly. "Take your
clothes off.  Now."
Well, she was my wife; dutifully, I removed my shoes and clothes.
"Put it on."  She instructed.
Well, there wasn't anyone else there.  If this is what it took to
turn her on, if it was all I had to do to get her back...
It had fake breasts built into it, and came down to my mid
thighs, but with a little gap where my cock hung out.  They were
matching boots that came right up under the skirt, and a pair of
stretchy gloves that came almost to the shoulder.
"Very good.  Sit here."  Gina told me, indicating the chair at
the makeup table.
She chose a wig from the rack.  A red Wig with shoulder length
hair and bangs.
She put it on my head, twisting it to adjust it.
"Very cute, Ben."  She observed, smiling at me wickedly through
the mirror.
I sat silent and numb as she did my makeup, attached earrings and
put a dog collar around my neck.  She fixed the wig properly with
pins when she was through.
"That's how I want you looking."  She said with satisfaction. 
"Stand up.  Hands behind your back."
I hadn't seen the handcuffs; I would have never cooperated if I'd
seen them before she clicked them over my wrists.  Oh God, who
knows; maybe I would have.
"Come downstairs Ben, let's show Bee."  Gina said, walking out
the door.
The actor was fully dressed, the very persona of suave
sophistication.
"Bee, I'd like you to meet my husband, Ben."  Gina said, as
though I hadn't already sucked him off.
"Glad to meet you Ben."  He said with a warm smile, offering his
hand for a moment before noticing my shackles.
"Oh, sorry."  He said with a laugh.
"I'd better get dressed."  Gina said, "Our guests will be
arriving any minute."
"Guests?"  I asked; but she didn't bother to answer me.  She just
went to get her skirt.
"Would you like a drink?"  My host asked.
"I'd love a beer, but I don't know how I could drink it."  I
said.
"No problem."  He answered me, removing one from the
refrigerator.  He stuck a straw in it and put it on the table in
front of me.  I had to bend down to drink it.
I heard the security buzzer ring, and Gina spoke into the
intercom and let someone through the gate.  I shuddered,
wondering what was going to happen next.
I could hear laughter and talking as my wife came back up the
corridor with the newcomers.  It was a woman and a man; he was
young and built like a bull; the face of a boy and shoulders that
seemed to fill the room.
I was shocked to recognize the woman; a very famous singer from
the '90s, known for her somewhat bent sexuality.  Please excuse
me if I don't use her real name; her back garden is more valuable
than my entire net worth, and as I don't want to piss her off. 
We'll just call her M.
Gina had changed into one of her best dresses; a lovely green
silk that showed her curves, but was classy enough to go anywhere
in.
"This is my husband, Ben."  Gina told them.
I stood and turned to face them, regretting the move immediately.
I stood about five foot eleven or six feet in the heels; I'm
quite thin, and was wearing those big fake tits, stockings, a
pink vinyl dress, a red shoulder length wig, earrings, a dog
collar, makeup, my hands were cuffed behind my back, and my cock
was sticking out the front of it all.
The singer laughed merrily; "Pleased to meet you, Ben."  She
said, holding out her hand.
"I'm sorry, I can't..." I was too embarrassed to say any more.
She understood suddenly, and smiled broadly; "No problem, Ben." 
She said amiably, and took me by the penis, shaking it as though
she were shaking my hand.
"Has he been a good boy, Gina?"  She asked my wife.
"He needs a little discipline."  Gina replied.
"Well, he's at the right address, then." said the black actor.

Gina instructed me to stand in the corner quietly, and I did so
as the others sat comfortably and chatted.
I was utterly stunned at how quickly I had become so completely
subservient.  I shouldn't be doing what she told me, I shouldn't
be dressed like this or be acting like this; but I was.
And I loved it. I hated it, but I loved it too.
The butterflies in my stomach were delicious; the uncertainty,
the thrill of submission.  Gina would see to it that I enjoyed
myself.  Well, she probably would, unless she was really mad at
me.  She would allow me to please her though, I was certain of
that.  Humiliating me like this was pleasing her a lot already. 
My dick was half hard.
Gina unlocked my cuffs after awhile, relocking them in front of
me with a small decorative chain running from them up to my dog
collar.  It was a little bit short, so my hands couldn't go below
my belly.
"That's better."  She said with satisfaction; "Now you can serve
us drinks. What would everyone like?"
My cock bobbed humiliatingly along in front of me as I served. 
The famous singer grabbed my dick again as I brought her a
martini.
"Christ, Gina; he's nearly as big as Reese."  She said.
"Yes, he is well hung isn't he?  Would you like a go, darling?"
"Maybe later."  She said to Gina, not looking at me but not
letting go of my cock straight away either.  It made me shudder
with delight.  The woman was an icon.
"How about you, Reese?"  Gina asked the muscled young man who had
accompanied the older pop legend; "Ben gives great head. Go on,
we want to watch."
"Ok." He said, and without any apparent self-consciousness,
removed every stitch of clothing.
His dick was impressive; probably 8 inches long while soft. His
body was perfect; muscled and smooth. He was just a kid to the
rest of us, probably not older than 19 or 20.
"Get on your knees Ben." M. instructed me.
I knew I shouldn't be doing this; it was a betrayal to Nadia and
Maria. I needed to be strong, masterful, and macho. My knees hit
the carpet instantly.
"Reese, feed it to him." M. told the young man.
He stood in front of me so the shaft of his cock hung down
against my face. He pushed it from side to side, so it rolled
across my nose, cheeks, and lips.
"Suck him, Ben." M. ordered pleasantly.
I couldn't help myself, I had to comply; what man could refuse
her anyway? She was a person who would be used to being obeyed
without question.
I ducked my head to get my red glossed sissy lips to the blunt
end of the cock that was teasing me; I sucked it into my mouth.
Once more I was sucking cock; strange cock, man meat. It grew
rapidly, stiffening as it filled me. I stroked his fine ass and
tight young balls as I pleasured him for the amusement of the
ladies; and myself.
"That's wonderful, Gina." M. said to my wife.
"I just love to watch Ben suck cock." Gina said. "What's your
pleasure? Would you like Ben to go all the way?"
"It would be fun, Gina; but perhaps you'd like a go with Reese
first. He's a good boy, but I think he'll only be good for one
shot tonight."
Gina took a leisurely sip of her wine as she watched me suck the
boy's now monstrous dick, as she considered the matter.
"I would like to try him." Gina said. "He's so gorgeous."
I sucked and stroked, tickled and caressed the big pale dick as
Gina hiked up her skirt and stripped off her underwear.
I struggled to suck him harder, deeper; the cock in my face was
gorgeous, powerful, and manly. My clamp on earrings and false
hair swayed against my face as I moved my head back and forward
over the rock hard silken shaft. I was tingling with the
debasement  and pleasure of my actions, the perfect contrast to
the man I had thought I was just an hour earlier.
Gina stretched out on the couch.
"Reese, darling; come here and take care of me." She told him.
He pulled the great dick from my mouth and stepped over to my
wife; her long legs were spread wide for him, and he held his
cock against her and started to push into her without much
preamble.
My wife clutched at Reese's trim round ass as he slid inside her;
she grunted, dropping the cool façade she'd been presenting up to
that point. I watched in delicious pain, enjoying the tight
feeling of fear and uncertainty in my chest that I once knew so
well.
"Well, Ben." The pop star said to me, "Let's leave you wife and
my boy to their fun, shall we? Come along."
She stood and took hold of the chain that connected my wrist
cuffs to my dog collar, and hauled me to my feet with surprising
strength.
She led me to another room; she seemed to be familiar with the
house. It was the "detention" room, similar to the one I had at
home. Only this time, it was I who was locked to the rack.
She was much smaller than me, yet she seemed to have a power over
me; I didn't even know this woman [except by reputation], yet I
was allowing her to do whatever she wanted with me. I was as weak
as a kitten, my body as feeble as my mind.
She strapped my wrists to a bar over my head, and then tied my
ankles to rings in the floor; My dick was nearly hard, and
holding my miniskirt up in front of me, just thinking about what
she might do, and who she was.
Gina entered the room with her young stud; she still wore her
tight green dress, but he was completely naked, his massive cock
half hard.
They pretended to ignore me, as they sat on a divan and kissed,
while Gina tickled his penis; but I knew that they were there to
increase my pain.
"I've just met you, Ben, but I can tell you're a fuck head." The
pop queen began. I squirmed in pleasurable agony.
"You think you can keep two or three women, but you're just a
sissy boy. You don't deserve a woman like Gina, that's why I told
Reese to show her what a real man can do."
The woman really is an artist; she started to whip my ass after
about 5 minutes of verbal abuse that was simply excruciating. The
physical pain was a relief.
In the meantime, My wife had hitched up her skirt again, and was
riding the muscle boy's great dick once more. Oh, it hurt; it
hurt so much, I could barely stop myself from ejaculating.
M. grabbed my balls and squeezed them, she kicked me in the shins
with her boots; she smiled with pleasure at the pain she was
causing me.
I had to admire her figure; she still performs, you know, and
does a lot of dance on stage. Her face is still very pretty, and
she has great legs. She spat in my face and told me I was an ugly
little bastard.
She lowered the bar my wrists were strapped to, since my dick was
too high up; I bent my knees, and she put a condom on me before
she fucked me.
"Who knows what you've been doing with it." She said.
She held my hard on against her famous cunt, and let herself down
over it, encasing  me with her tight body .
She held onto me as she raised and lowered herself. I was
thrilled to think I was getting abused by a celebrity of such
stature; but she really is beautiful, too, and a true expert at
the kinky stuff.
She grabbed my face and stuck her tongue in my throat, jamming
her g-spot down against my shaft painfully.
"You big cross dressing pansy ass." She said, and removed herself
from me to unstrap my wrists. "Lie down."
I got down on the mat that covered the floor, surrendering to her
powerful will. It was a strange adventure; I had come here in an
attempt to win my wife back, and had somehow ended up having very
kinky sex with one of [if not the] most famous kinky women alive.
I couldn't figure out if I loved it or hated it; the answer was
both, of course. That's what S+M is all about.
The celebrity cunt spread itself over my stiff dick, and sat down
on my thighs, driving my member deep inside her. She was tight;
her vaginal muscles were as impressive as the rest of her. I
liked that, especially knowing that she'd had a child some years
earlier. I had been somehow worried about how my women would be
after childbirth.
"Hey, Gina." My tormentor said amiably as she sat on my dick and
occasionally slapped my face, "How are you doing over there?"
"Oh, just great. Your stud is so good, honey. Thanks so much."
M. rode me for a while, and had an orgasm; she allowed me to
stroke her body and even her breasts.
She stood up; "Get on your hand and knees." She ordered.
I watched her nervously, my ass sticking up in the air; why, I
wondered, why the fuck was I letting this happen? I looked over
at my wife and the kid; he was on top of her, pounding away.
Somehow, it seemed unimportant, but I was unsure why.
The famous blond, in the meantime, had strapped on a big dildo. I
started to shake as she disappeared behind me.
"Has anyone ever fucked your sissy husband up the ass?" she asked
Gina.
The young stud stopped his work, while he and Gina watched the
thing being put against my asshole.
Fear and humiliation; and then pain as she started to push the
thing against my struggling anal muscles. It was fantastic, more
horrible than anything I'd ever experienced. She pulled on my
dick with her hands, the pleasure to balance the pain.
The dildo was greased, I guess, because there seemed to be little
in the way of friction as it overcame my power to resist its
entry. The feeling was incredible, the pressure inside my body
was horrible yet somehow pleasing. There was pain at the
sphincter itself, but the alien object pumping my insides was all
right, and her famous hands on my cock were great.
I was being fucked; fucked in the ass. At least it was a woman,
though; at least it wasn't a real dick.
"The son of a bitch likes it, Gina." M. said. "His dick is like a
rock, look. You were worried about this guy? He's a pushover,
darling. Reese, come over here and take over."
"OK." The big youngster said, and carried his massive hard on
over to our side of the room.
I was paralyzed with confusion; No, I thought, not that! He
wasn't going to fuck my wife, and me as well! Not with that
massive rod, I couldn't let that thing penetrate me.
The dildo was pulled out, leaving a strange hollow empty feeling
inside of me. Then I felt the cock; the powerful tip of the big
cock. I knew what was behind it; that smooth pale gorilla, that
chunk of young steroid muscle. I didn't dare move; I was still on
my hands and knees, and I felt my anus begin to open, I felt the
surrender of everything; my ass, my masculinity, my self esteem,
my women, my life. Everything, it was all about to be over for
me, as soon as that great cock conquered me. It was too
delicious; it was too queer, it was total and utter submission to
the desires of others. It was submission to the deepest, darkest,
most forbidden and dangerous desires that I then knew were inside
myself.
It squirmed, it pushed; fingers pulled at my ass cheeks, helping
me to open. With a horrible burning sliding greasy force, it
began to overpower me.
No.
NO.
NO!
Suddenly, I could see Nadia's perfect face, blue eyes filled with
adoration. That would be lost.
Maria, to whom I had promised myself, myself as a man, not as
what I was now being made into. Good Maria, who deserved some
peace and happiness in her life.
I saw Gina, I saw then what this was, it was a test of strength;
she had gathered her allies, and caught me in this trap. She knew
my weaknesses, she knew me too well.
I stood up. My distended ass was pulled from the pole.
I threw off the wig, and stripped off the strange costume, shoes,
and stockings. I stood naked, and I felt the power; the power of
self. The power of me, Ben, the man.
I wanted to screw that famous bitch who had been tormenting me; I
knew I could, too. She was staring at me in a way that let me
know it. I could throw her down and give it to her, like half the
males on the planet had fantasized about at some point.
But then I might loose Gina.
It was their turn, the three of them were now frozen and unsure,
as I stepped over to Gina, grabbed her by the wrist, and twisted
her over onto her front. I pulled her wrist up behind her back,
and started to slap her pampered rich ass, rather hard.
"Our pansy boy is getting uppity." I heard the dominant female
behind me say. "Get him off her, Reese."
The large powerful naked kid approached a step; I looked at him
coolly, without releasing my prone wife.
"No." I warned him. He hesitated.
"Get him, Reese!" M. insisted.
"No." I repeated. "I'm not joking. If you try, it won't be a game
anymore." I told him.
He looked into my eyes; he wasn't a bad kid, just having some fun
with a rich and powerful older woman, and he was used to doing
what she said. I didn't want to hurt him.
As the heavier male backed down, I realized that I had them all;
once more, I was bull male [despite the makeup that was still on
my face].
"Why don't you suck my dick?" I asked M., stripping off the
condom and releasing my wife.
"What?" she asked, stalling for time while she thought about it.
"Just suck my dick. You know how to suck dick, don't you? Suck my
dick and make me stiff again, and then I'm going to give it to my
wife."
This was a very tricky moment; I was far from certain that she
would embrace this change in the game.  I knew that Gina enjoyed
playing both sides of the coin, as I did; it was great to be
dominant, but being submissive had its own appeal.  It was widely
known that M. was bisexual, and she liked to project herself as a
bit of a dom. This game the only worked if everybody was willing
to play.
The entertainer started to laugh; she was lovely when she
laughed.
"Fuck you, asshole."  She said.
Well, there wasn't much I could do.  I could back down, but there
was now too much at stake.  So with my heart in my throat, I
grabbed her by the wrist; before I could twist it up behind her
back, she spun to hit me with her free hand.
As I blocked her, I realized that she was no pushover; she'd had
some training.  But so had I, and I also had a huge weight and
strength advantage.  In fact, it was fun; she had tormented me,
had ordered me to be ass fucked.  I was well within my rights.
I swept her legs out from under her, so her famous ass fell to
the mat.  I smiled down at her, my cock waving in the air between
us.  She couldn't help it; she smiled back at me.
"You bastard."  She said, sitting up and reaching for my dick.
I couldn't believe it; it seemed I had pulled it off. One of the
most rich and powerful women in show business was sucking cock to
order.  My order.
"Hey, Reese; do you think you could find me a damp towel? I need
to clean my face."
"Oh, yeah. Sure, Ben."
I've never been crazy about celebrities.  Anyway, my second wife,
Nadia, was pretty famous, not to mention half as old and twice as
beautiful.  But let's face it; the woman I had sucking my cock
was in a different league to the rest of us.
"You too." I said to Gina, hauling her over to my dick by the
hair.
I sat on the edge of the divan with my legs spread so the two
women who had had me down just minutes before could share my
stiff cock.
Reese came back with a towel, thoughtfully wetted at one end. I
looked up at the kid and winked, as I wiped the shit off my face.
 "Kiss." I told the women that now kneeled before me. They did; I
always like that, both because it's very erotic and because it
emphasizes my dominance.
"Gina.  Suck off Reese."  I commanded. I couldn't resist; I was
going to fuck the celebrity blond who I had at my dick. It was a
once in a lifetime kind of thing; this opportunity would never
happen again.  I grabbed her by the hair, and gently lifted her
to her feet.  I took her in my arms, put my mouth on hers, and
stuck my tongue rudely between her lips.
She had a great body; I could feel the strength in her.  I could
feel her powerful character, her wild sexuality.
I was far from certain that I was going to get Gina back.  These
little sexual games are good fun, but dominance for a few minutes
in the playroom doesn't necessarily mean dominance the rest of
the week.
I was amazed at the thrill of holding M. in my arms, my cock
stiffening between her muscular thighs.  I was amazed at how much
I was exciting her in return.
My wayward wife and the beefy youngster were keeping each other
amused, and I laid my conquest out below me on the divan.
There was a fantastic tension between us; a battle of wills.  And
yet, we both wanted the same thing.
She was wet; she was turned on like mad.
Once more, I slid my dick into her well-known body.  But it was
different this time; I was on top, literally and figuratively.  I
pinned her upper arms against the cushions with my hands, and
began to give it to her.
There are a few things I'm good at; writing software, fighting,
and fucking.  I guess I had lucky timing.  These three skills
have been wonderfully useful.
I know the rhythm that makes women come.  And I can play that
tune until they sing.  Until they cry, until they beg.
Now I knew that the woman who was grunting in pleasure below me
must have had plenty of men who knew how to please her.  I knew
that to her, I was probably just a fun, competent, game for the
evening.  I was good, she was good, but it was only going to
happen this one time.
She broke her arms loose, and embraced me powerfully as she came
the first time.
I kept my rhythm constant, pounding her with long strokes.  She
has really pretty eyes, you know.  Especially when she comes.
She lifted her hips aggressively, matching my strokes with
powerful movements of her pelvis; she was good, I realized. She
was the first woman I'd ever done it with who seemed to put in an
equal effort.
"You're not bad." She said to me. It made me laugh; I really was
enjoying myself.
"Neither are you." I answered her.
I held out for orgasm No. 3, and as it passed through her, I
tightened that little muscle deep inside my abdomen that began
the chain reaction.
I had an urge to come inside of her. To pump her full of my seed.
 She was smart, pretty, and wealthy; what better woman to
inseminate?
But it wouldn't be right, and I knew it.  It would be nasty and
unfair.  She was probably on the pill or something, but I had no
way of knowing.  I pulled out, and brought my cock to her mouth.
I put my hand behind her head, and lifted it.  She opened her
mouth obligingly, and I stuck the tip of my cock into it, and
began to ejaculate.
What a power trip; what incredible pleasure.  Burst after burst,
my cock was like an assault rifle.  My target absorbed all my
ammunition with apparent ease, looking up at me.
She had one nasty little trick left, though.  As I laid back, she
jumped on top of me and kissed me; and pushed all my own come
into my mouth.  Well, what could I do?  She'd been a good sport.
It wasn't the first time I swallowed come, but it was the first
time I swallowed my own.
In the meantime, my wife was getting it from muscle boy.  He was
giving it to her as good as I ever had.  I have to admit, Reese
impressed me.  For his age, he was very skilled.
"All right, that's enough."  I said.  Reese stopped and looked up
at me.  Gina had been approaching orgasm.  I didn't want her to
have it. I had only let Reese do it with her to keep them both
busy while I had my fun.
"Put it in her mouth, Reese."  I told him.
He grinned at me, and did it.  He screwed my high-powered
executive woman in the face for a minute, and then came in her
mouth.
"Time to go home, Gina. Are you coming with me?"
"I... Yes. Yes, Ben."
The popstar started to laugh; "Well, this didn't exactly go to
plan, did it, Gina? We were supposed to humiliate your husband
and then send him packing."
"I hope you had fun trying." I said.
"Oh, sure. Go on home to your soap star and your cleaning woman,
Ben. I wish you all the best, really, I do."

I wanted to make love with my wife; I wanted to heal our wounds
with sex.
But that would have been wrong.
I sent her for a blood test; I told everyone that she was on
probation. Without saying anything to my women, I put myself on
probation, too, and had my own blood tested. I have to be
responsible.
I told Gina to clean the kitchen and then scrub the floors after
work. In her underwear, while I sat with Maria and Nadia in the
Jacuzzi.
I made her serve us; I made her brush Maria's hair and rub her
back. Then I slept with my new Hispanic woman, while Gina slept
alone.
Then at last it was time to forgive her; I tied her to a rack in
the cellar and whipped her sweet white ass; she wailed and cried.
I spread her red ass cheeks, and slid my stiff dick up her wet
waiting tunnel, and fucked her. Just as she was getting close to
orgasm, I pulled out, and worked it into her helpless ass. I
fingered her clit until she came that way, then I let her hang
there for a half hour or so before sending Maria to free her.

And of course Nadia also had to be punished and then
rehabilitated before I could forgive her.
I stripped her naked, laid her over my knees, and spanked her
perfect lean ass while the others watched. Then I let her suck me
off, and told her she was pardoned. What could I do? Her big blue
eyes burn right into my soul when she looks at me like that with
my dick in her mouth.

Maria took some time to get used to the domestic arrangements;
she doesn't mind doing whatever I say, but told me she doesn't
want to be physically abused like Gina and Nadia do.
That's fine with me; but I told her that she is the number three
wife, and she'll have to be deferential to the others.
I often take Nadia and Maria to bed at the same time, or I have
sex with Gina and Nadia, but Gina and Maria are still not getting
along very well, and I don't want to create unnecessary friction.

At long last, I have what I want.
My child with Gina. And one with Maria; and Nadia is pregnant as
well.
I'm just euphoric; Maria is my woman at home, and she breast
feeds our two new children, born only a few months apart. Gina is
back at work already, busy taking care of everything that went
wrong there while she was on maternity leave.
Nadia has been offered a movie role; shooting starts in the
spring, after she's due.
I'm so proud of them all; they're all so perfect. So beautiful,
so competent, and yet so very obedient.
Bigby 2008




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