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Subject: {ASSM} The Colonels pt III: His Girl Friday (FemDom, WS, Mm, CD, oral, anal)
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The Colonels 

Part III:  His Girl Friday


	Colonel Amanda removed the nipple clamps and my nipples burned
as blood flow returned.  She then rolled me over and released me
from the handcuffs.  Finally she reached down and pulled the butt
plug from my ass, reminding me of the previous fucking I'd
received.  "Dwayne stay here; we are going to take a shower." she
said, and I followed her into their master bathroom.  It was
modern, with a large glass-enclosed shower.  She started the
water and ordered me to undress her.  I unlaced and removed her
cup-less bustier and then moved down to unzip her calf high
stiletto boots.  She held out her hands and I peeled off the
elbow length gloves.  Colonel Amanda was now completely nude
before me.  I gazed at her loveliness; she was a raven-haired
goddess, completely tanned with large breasts, a taut stomach and
amazing ass.  She was without a doubt the most beautiful woman I
had ever been with and combined with her extraordinary domination
of me, I was already completely in love with her.  Somehow, she
knew this just by watching my eyes.  

"Enjoying the view, Captain?" Colonel Amanda asked.  "Yes,
Ma'am", I answered.  "Good.  Now get in the shower." She ordered
and we walked into the steamy glass enclosure.  The hot water
fell from two heads angled from the ceiling, covering both of us.
 I couldn't believe how lucky I was; showering with the beautiful
Colonel Amanda, but it wasn't exactly what I expected.  "Wash my
hair Captain" she ordered turning her back to me.  I complied,
massaging her hair with the shampoo and making sure to rinse
thoroughly.   "Now wash the rest of my body." She said and I
followed her commands, using only my hands and a high-end body
wash.  She remained aloof during my ministrations, completely
unaffected by the treatment.  However, I was enjoying rubbing my
hands along her body, touching her everywhere; even after two
orgasms I could feel my arousal begin again.  I finished washing
her by kneeling to clean her feet.  "Stay there." She commanded
and then spread her legs, exposing the pink of her pussy to my
view.  Suddenly, a golden stream began from just above her hole.
Her warm piss landed right in my face and I quickly closed my
eyes as she emptied her bladder.  She laughed as she finished
urinating on me, my humiliation burning in my cheeks.  "Clean
yourself up and be in the bedroom in fifteen minutes." She
ordered, exiting the shower, grabbing several towels and leaving
me alone in the bathroom.  

I quickly cleaned myself, removing Colonel Amanda's fresh urine
and dried pussy juices from my body, as well as the remnants of
Colonel Dwayne's cum.  It had been quite a Friday night for me. 
I wondered if I was done serving Colonel Amanda and her
slave-husband.  I suspected not; if she was done with me, she
would have simply kicked me out of the front door, probably
naked, to find my way home.  I was excited and scared to find out
what she would do to me next.  I shut off the shower and quickly
dried off, walking into the bedroom completely naked.

Colonel Amanda was also still nude and sat in a side chair, her
legs comfortably spread as Colonel Dwayne knelt before her.  His
face was buried in her pussy, obviously servicing his
mistress-wife.  She held her riding crop in one hand and would
occasionally give him a light hit with it.  I stood quietly and
watched for several minutes until her eyes opened and she noticed
me standing there.  "Captain, you are done; good.  Dwayne and I
have been discussing this situation.  You see, this is quite an
opportunity for Dwayne.  Since I am his mistress, he can never
truly be a man in the bedroom." She said, striking him with the
crop to accentuate the point.  "So, since you are here and have
been a good slut for us, I've decided that you are to be his girl
for the rest of the night.  I am also interested in seeing
exactly what depraved acts he would secretly like to do to me;
so, there are some clothes he's picked for you to wear on the
bed.  Don't worry, they should fit, after all, they are usually
his. Get dressed."  And with that she leaned her head back to
watch as Colonel Dwayne continued to eat her pussy.

I moved to the bed and saw the clothes laid out for me.  A shiver
ran through me, it was all women's lingerie and what appeared to
be a school-girl uniform, there was even a blonde wig.   I was
truly going to be Colonel Dwayne's "girl" for the night.  At six
foot and 185 pounds, I was never going to be a convincing woman,
but I knew that wasn't the point.  Colonel Amanda was humiliating
me by forcing me to be feminized.  As an added bonus, she was
humiliating Colonel Dwayne by giving him a "girl"; proving he was
submissive to her since he could only act like a man with a
cross-dressed sissy instead of her.  I picked up the white lacy
bra, and awkwardly put it on; it was padded to make it look like
I now had "C" cups.  Then I pulled on the matching white panties,
they were full bottomed and fit snugly, encasing my semi-hard
prick in satin and lace.  The lacy white thigh-highs were next;
they had the elastic to stay up and matched the look of the bra
and panties.  I put on the too-short school-girl skirt and then
the white blouse, tying it at the bottom Brittney Spears style,
leaving my "cleavage" exposed.  Then the blond wig; it was
shoulder length and had been styled into pigtails.  Finally, I
slipped on the white "come fuck me" heels.  I looked into their
full-length mirror.  As expected, I wasn't an attractive girl,
but obviously a cross-dresser.  Even so, it was exciting to be
forced to wear something so wrong and the clothes had a sexy
silky feel.

"Aww, you are beautiful Captain." Colonel Amanda mocked. 
"Dwayne, look at the pretty girl I have for you."  Colonel Dwayne
turned from his pussy eating and looked at me.  It wasn't a look
of appreciation, but there was lust on his face.  He was looking
forward to having his way with me.  Strangely, I was also looking
forward to being his.  "Now, you two go to the guest room and
have a good time." Colonel Amanda said, "I'll be watching from
here." She clicked a remote and the TV came on, showing a smaller
room, with a queen-sized bed; obviously, they had the guest room
wired.  I wondered if they often watched their guests.  "Don't
worry Captain, everything will be recorded.  I'll even give you a
copy!" She said laughing, as Colonel Dwayne took my arm and led
me from the master bedroom.

	 We entered the room and moved to the foot of the bed.  Colonel
Dwayne held me at arm's length and looked me over.  I returned
the look.  He was a handsome black man.  Older, of course, but he
was in good shape, with a broad chest and shoulders, a trim waist
and strong legs.  His cock was uncut and currently soft, but
still about four inches in length.  If I was gay, I suppose I
would have found him attractive, but then, maybe I was gay now,
or at least bi; it had been a confusing night.  He suddenly
pulled me close and kissed me, his dark lips meeting mine and his
tongue invaded my mouth.  It was a long deep kiss that took my
mind off of my confusion and I mentally gave myself over to him.
My tongue played with his, soulfully binding us together; it
didn't matter who was what, we were together and it was
wonderful.

	He broke the kiss and moved to a side table with a small MP3
player on it.  He turned on some rhythmic music and returned to
the bed.  He sat down and simply said, "Dance for me."  I started
to move to the music as his dark eyes drank in my body.  I didn't
dance very well, but I made up for it in enthusiasm and was soon
grinding on his lap, kissing him from time to time as I tried to
emulate a lapdance.  He enjoyed my dancing as his hands ran over
my body and his cock stirred.  I could only imagine Colonel
Amanda's amusement as she watched me play the dirty school-girl
for her slave-husband.  

	Colonel Dwayne suddenly growled and grabbed my arm, pulling me
face down across his lap.  His right hand held my back down as
his left explored my panty-covered bottom where the school-girl
skirt had ridden up.  His hand gripped my ass and his fingers
teased under the lacy edges, and then he slapped my ass, hard.  I
let out a gasp.  He spanked me again and again, my gasps matching
the rhythm of the slaps.  He gave me about twenty slaps and then
squeezed my sore bottom again.  I could feel his cock getting
harder against my exposed belly.  Colonel Dwayne pulled the
panties off, exposing my reddened ass to the air.  His hands
rubbed my bare ass and slipped down to my crack, teasing my hole.
 Then he slapped my ass again.  I could only imagine the
handprints he left on my pale flesh.  The sound of the spanking
filled the room along with my gasps and his heavy breathing,
mixing with the music.  His cock throbbed against my midriff in
pace with his slaps.

	After about twenty more swats, he roughly pushed me off his lap
and said, "Suck it whore!"  I eagerly knelt before him, grabbing
his cock and licking its head, his precum a delicious treat.  The
spanking had turned me on too, my own cock was hard.  I sucked
his spongy head into my mouth, enjoying the sexy and now familiar
feeling of it on my tongue.  By now, I knew what he liked, so I
swallowed him down to the hilt, gagging myself but bringing a
groan from his lips.  I then broke off and licked his cock all
over, paying special attention to his foreskin, loving the feel
of it.  I deep-throated him again and again, then pulled off and
licked down to his balls, knowing he liked them to be in my
mouth.  I licked and sucked his salty black balls covering them
with my saliva.  Then I ran my tongue up the underside of his
manhood and once at the top, I put his cock back in my mouth and
then down my throat.  I was in the cocksucking zone and moved
from cock to balls and back in a smooth manner, enjoying every
moment.  

	Colonel Dwayne moved back to lie fully on the bed and I
followed, not releasing his cock for a moment.  The next time I
worked his balls, he pulled back his legs and I knew what he
wanted.  My tongue moved past his balls to his taint and then
further, to his asshole.  I licked as if it was a pussy, savoring
the unique taste and texture.  My hand moved up to stroke his
cock as I ate his ass.  I made it slick with my spit and then
pressed my tongue forward, penetrating his sphincter, his groan
of pleasure my reward.  I tongue-fucked his ass for some time and
then I moved from his ass to his cock to his balls and back to
his ass.  His intimate places completely served by my exploring
tongue.

	Finally, he'd had enough and moved around so I was on my knees
and he was behind.  I knew what was next, he was going to mount
me, like a hound on his bitch and I could hardly wait.  He placed
his finger at my mouth and I took it in and coated it with spit.
That finger moved to my rear passage and pressed into me.  I was
open and accepting, wanting this, needing this.  I moaned as he
finger fucked me.  He pulled out his finger and brought it and
another finger to my mouth; I took both in and added more spit. 
Then both fingers were sawing in and out of my hole, I
concentrated on the rhythm of his fingers feeling warm and full.


	Both fingers disappeared too soon, but they were quickly
replaced by his cockhead.  He pressed his eight inches into me
with a smooth motion and I took it all, just like a good girl. 
His hands grasped my hips under the skirt, pushing it up to my
belly and he began to fuck me long and hard.  I pulled off the
white shirt and moaned as he moved in and out of me, my face in a
pillow.  He was mounting me just like a stallion and I found
myself intensely excited to watch Colonel Amanda's video of this
night.  I knew I would masturbate to it over and over again.  

	Colonel Dwayne fucked me in doggy for many minutes and then he
pulled out and laid down on the bed, his cock upright.  "Get on,
ride it." He ordered me and I quickly spun around and holding his
manhood in place, slid down on it in reverse cowgirl.  My skirt
fell down and blocked the view, so I removed it.  Now I was just
in the wig, bra, thigh highs and heels.  It was so hot, as I
finally was in control of the pace and depth of the penetration.
I rode him with a passion I'd never experienced before.  I looked
towards the hidden camera and smiled at Colonel Amanda as I
writhed on her slave-husband's cock.  His hands roamed my body;
squeezing my ass and "tits", slapping my bottom and caressing my
back.  I moaned in ecstasy and tried to get just a little more of
his big cock buried in my man-pussy.  

	I could feel Colonel Dwayne throb harder deep inside me and I
knew he was getting close.  I wanted to see his face as he came,
so I slid off and laid down on my back, pulling my legs up.  He
quickly moved around and slipped back into my open ass, in
missionary position.  I wrapped my stocking-clad legs around him
and I looked into his dark eyes as he fucked me with quick
strokes.  His hand came up to my hard cock and he began to jerk
me in time to our fucking.  I was incredibly turned on and the
feel of his cock deep in my ass and his hand on my dick was too
much.  I screamed aloud as I came, my cum shooting right onto my
own face, some of it landing right in my open mouth.  My orgasmic
anal contractions set him off; he quickly pulled out and shot his
cum onto my face and open mouth as well, mixing his seed with
mine.  My face was coated with our combined mess and I swallowed
what I'd caught.  I wanted more and pulled him forward taking his
soiled cock into my mouth, getting the last of his seed and
cleaning him off.  Once he was soft, I released his manhood and
scooped our cum off my face and licked it from my fingers. 
Colonel Dwayne stripped off what remained of my clothes and we
slipped under the covers.  He spooned me and I drifted off the
sleep in his arms.

	

	



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