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Chapter 17
Chrissie sees Magic Mike again
It's difficult making polite conversation with a guy whose wife is quite
obviously getting drilled by someone else in the room directly above but
I've got firsthand experience being cuckolded and it's happened right
before my eyes a few times. Furthermore, the Australian I was sharing a
sofa with had married my mother and any man who did that with his eyes
wide open would know how unlikely it would be that she would remain
faithful. Nevertheless, I did have some sympathy for him. He had, after
all, been in a plane for over 20 hours and thought he would pleasantly
surprise his wife by visiting.
"Look Paul, mommy didn't know you were coming and decided to invite a
friend over last night," I said. "She'll be finished soon and Kate and I
will leave you alone with her."
"Wait, I don't understand, is your mother my wife?" Paul asked with a
confused look on his face. "I thought she was up here visiting her son
who was recovering from an operation on his chest."
"Her son left a few years ago," Kate replied on my behalf. "Chrissie has
replaced him and the operation was on his breasts not his chest."
"Now I'm completely confused," said Paul to Kate. "Are you having me on?
Is this all meant to take my mind off the fact that my wife is getting
her brains screwed out upstairs? Do you always walk around the house
dressed like a slut? At least you should have the decency to put a robe
on over your bra and knickers."
"This is just my work uniform," Kate said with a laugh. "Your wife and
Chrissie here wear the same thing every day. Soldiers, pilots and cops
have uniforms too. Why shouldn't hookers?"
"What are you talking about?" Paul said, becoming more irate. "My wife
isn't a hooker. You two may be but not my wife. She's not some cheap slut
who'll fuck anybody for money."
"You're right," Kate said. "She certainly doesn't come cheap. Punters pay
£500 a go for her. They get their money's worth too. Because she's mature
we keep her on a light schedule and try to keep her to ten throws a day,
but she's had 11 or 12 on the real busy days."
"Chrissie here is our new star performer," she said, proudly patting my
knee. "He's done 15 blokes in a day and every one of them left with a
smile. That's even better than I've ever done and I've been in the
business for ten years."
The sounds of wild sex died down upstairs and I could hear movement on
the stairs. Luke walked into the living room nonchalantly wearing just a
pair of boxer shorts followed by mommy who had slipped on an oversize t-
shirt. Her innocent look was somewhat spoilt by a trickle of what looked
like cum on her upper thigh.
"Sorry if we made too much noise just now," Luke said, looking around the
room. "I had a rocket in my pocket when I woke up this morning and I just
had to bury it somewhere."
"Hi Luke," I said, whilst remaining seated. "I want you to meet Paul.
He's my mom's husband and just came up from Australia on a surprise
visit. I don't know if you know Kate either. We work together."
Mommy just stood by the doorway with her mouth agape. I had never seen
her so stunned in her life. But it didn't take her long to recover from
her initial shock and I could see her mind working as she struggled with
how to explain herself to the man she had married.
"Paul, it's wonderful to see you, but you should have told me that you
were coming," mommy said. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood thanks to Luke
here. You know how furious I can get when you do something completely
unexpected. You should thank Luke for relaxing me this morning."
Paul continued sitting with a baffled look on his face, rendered
speechless by my mother's comments. It looked like he was attempting a
retort, but mommy interrupted it.
"I said you should thank Luke for putting me in a good mood," mommy said
in a sterner voice. "Where are your manners? Did you leave them down in
Sydney? Say thank you to Luke and be nice about it."
"Uh, thank you Luke," he replied in a stammer, his face reddening in
embarrassment.
"That's not good enough," mommy said in a louder voice. "Thank Luke for
fucking me this morning and putting me in a good mood so I didn't get
angry at you."
"Thank you Luke for fucking my wife this morning and putting her in a
good mood," Paul said in a barely audible voice before turning to face
his wife. "Is that good enough honey?"
"That's good enough," she replied. "Now Luke made my pussy a mess this
morning and it's got to be nice and clean for all the nice men who are
going to fuck it today so why don't we go upstairs so you can make it all
shiny and buff it with your tongue. Luke, we'll leave the door open so
you can come in and get your clothes."
"I guess I can't come back tonight now that your husband is here," Luke
said with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
"Don't be silly," mommy said. "Paul will make us a nice meal after I get
off work. I think Chrissie has a roll out bed downstairs which Paul can
open up in the kitchen so he won't disturb us. That way it will be easy
for him to wake up and make us coffee in the morning."
"Now come here and give me a going away kiss before I let my husband
clean up the mess you made," mommy said to Luke before turning to her
husband. "Go upstairs Paul and take off your clothes and wait for me."
After mommy and Luke kissed and her husband had scampered up the stairs,
Kate caught her attention before she also left the room.
"I want to talk to you," Kate said to mommy with some authority in her
voice. "First of all, I am going to overlook the fact that one of your
clients is getting freebees but you have to understand there are going to
be changes here. First of all, Chrissie and I are moving into the master
bedroom and you are moving your stuff into the guest bedroom. I want that
done before we come home tonight. Another thing, you know that kinky
stuff you have going on with Chrissie? That's not happening anymore. I'm
the one in charge of him now. You've got your hands full anyway now."
"One more thing," Kate added. "Your complicated private life isn't going
to get in the way of your job. I want you there fresh and sparkling every
morning. The guys you fuck for money are far more important than the ones
you fuck for fun. If I so much as detect anything less than complete
professionalism on your part, I'm going to have Derek immediately
transfer you to one of his less than salubrious establishments in the
east end and you'll be banging whoever walks through the door for 12
hours a day until you have to use a mobility vehicle to get to work. Is
that clear?"
"That's absolutely clear, Kate," mommy said, looking thoroughly
chastised. "I'm really happy you are going to be here too. Chrissie
should be over the moon to have you in his life. I guess I'll have to get
used to having Paul do all those kinky things Chrissie and I used to do."
After mommy and Luke had left the room we sat together for a while on the
sofa with Kate's arm over my shoulder. Even though I can't perform
sexually I still have an intense sexual interest. The sight of Kate's
long stocking clad legs and her taught body was as beautiful as anything
I had ever seen. Without saying a word I lowered myself to the floor and
began kissing the tops of her stockings and her bare thighs, while she
played with my hair. After a while I looked up to her beautiful face.
"I'm sure I've got things that will fit you upstairs," I said. "I've also
got new stockings and clean bras and knickers you can wear. I have no
problem going into the room even though mommy and her husband are there
and getting stuff."
"Let's take a shower first," Kate said. "There is one question I have to
ask you first. Is that empty glass by the toilet there for what I think
it's there for?"
"You're very perceptive," I said. "But if we go into the shower there's
no reason we have to use the glass."
Five hours later it was early afternoon and I had just cleaned myself
after a client left, touched up my makeup and put on some new lipstick.
It was a busy day and I had lost track already of how many men I had seen
or how many intense hormonal rushes had gone through my body. That alone
was more physically challenging than the sex I was having because,
although they were pleasurable beyond belief, the frequency of them was
increasing under Tracie's new treatment and they were literally beginning
to sap my strength. I noticed the ribbon on the door of my room,
indicating a client was waiting inside and opened the door to see what
sort of surprise faced me. Lying on the bed was the majestic figure of
Magic Mike, the man with the huge magic wand and a legend in the brothel,
and my first repeat customer.
I almost jumped on the bed and sat next to him by his waist and tucked my
legs underneath me. I lifted the sheet and took a peak at his prodigious
love tool. I was glad he wasn't the first man to see me today. I was at
least somewhat stretched out, as opposed to the last time when he had me
as my first client for the day.
"Can I please suck on it for a bit?" I asked demurely, holding it in my
manicured hand.
"As you said please, how could I refuse your request," he replied with
the confidence well endowed men naturally had. "Pay attention to my balls
too and make my cock rock hard because this time I am going to fuck you
like you've never been fucked before."
I didn't fully remember the following thirty minutes. When he first drove
his cock in me I was hit with a rush that almost made me lose
consciousness and turned me into a writhing pleasure machine that met
each thrust of his with one of my own. I don't remember what I said but I
think I was begging him at one point to fuck me harder. I was almost
taken to the point of u*********sness. When he finally shot his hot load
deep inside me I was left completely limp and soaked with perspiration.
The sheets were wet with my sweat and I was stuck motionless with my head
in the pillow and my empty ass in the air.
You would think that was it but it wasn't. If Magic Mike had asked me to
kiss him on the lips I would have recoiled and run from the room in
disgust. That may seem contradictory, but it isn't. What I crave is
complete and utter submission. I don't want romance; I want to feel used
by someone superior to me, treated like a mere fuck toy which is
discarded after it serves its purposes. That is what triggers the
hormonal rushes in my body. First he took me like a bitch and the next
thing he did was to take it to a different plain. I was in a state of
utter bliss. He not only dominated me. He humiliated me. He pushed a
button in me that only mommy and Kate knew existed.
He gave me two hard raps on my head with his knuckles, which brought me
back to reality. When I looked up his semi-hard cock was dangling in
front of my face as he stood on his knees on the bed.
"Clean it, you filthy bitch," he said arrogantly. "Use your tongue to get
that nasty shit off. Take your time and do a good job."
I looked up at it and saw his prick was covered with a mixture of lube,
cum and tiny bits of my own excrement that his huge member had drawn out,
despite my daily morning enema. I started at the base, using my mouth to
clean his cock and forcing myself not to gag as I tasted a combination of
my own shit and the residue of the men who had previously used me that
day and the lube they coated their dicks with. My breathing became deep
as I tried to fight off another strong hormonal surge, but it was
pointless. It engulfed me and I felt my chest flush as I overcame the
revulsion I initially felt and allowed the hormones to rush through me.
My head spun as my reluctance turned to eagerness and I began to lap up
the scum, savouring the taste that only moments ago I revolted against. I
held his prick in my hand and ran my tongue repeatedly over the shaft
making sure that it completely clean of my residue and finally
concentrated on the helmet, taking it fully in my mouth and running my
tongue around it and sucking it till it sparkled, gladly swallowing the
disgusting mixture of cum, shit and lube. I looked up at him with
submissive devotion after I finished my humiliating task and saw a
superior smirk on his face.
"I'm not done with you," he said with a look of superiority. "You are one
nasty bitch and I'm going come back again and again until I have fucked
you out."
He got dressed as I remained on the bed, the taste lingering in my mouth.
Once he had put his jacket on he seemed to have an afterthought and
reached into his trouser pocket, pulled out a pink £50 note and tossed it
on the bed. When the door closed on his departure I shook my head to
clear my thoughts and scampered to the bathroom to clean up. The day was
far from over and I was already exhausted.
The rest of the afternoon was a blur until Kate came in my room after the
last customer left. She slipped off her panties and climbed on the bed,
straddling my face and smearing her love juices around my mouth and then,
with a push of vaginal muscles, ejected the remnants of the cum her
numerous customers had shot into her on my tongue. I could hear her
breathing become as laboured as mine although with my head snuggled
between her thighs I couldn't see if she was becoming flushed with the
same sort of rushes I experienced all day. But I could sense it. Her
entire body seemed as hot as mine.
Finally she lifted her leg and stretched and came next to me taking me in
her arms. I instinctively reached for the sheet to wipe her juices off my
face but she playfully swatted my hand away.
"I want you to smell like me not just to taste me," she said. "Just let
it dry on your face and try not to wash it off for awhile."
"Did you get the same rushes I did today?" I asked. "How did Tracie's
shots affect you?"
"Fuck, I actually got into sex," she replied. "That's the first time
that's happened in years. I felt like I was on fire. I'm just as addicted
as you now."
"If you still want to watch the tapes of me, then you should see my
session with Magic Mike today," I said laughing. "It was like I was on a
different planet. Planet submission in the humiliation universe."
"We'll watch it later in bed together," she replied. "By the way, your
mommy had a new client today. It was her husband, Paul, and he was the
last to see her which makes me suspect he did his second clean up of the
day. Just think of the jism that swimming around in his tummy now."
Chrissie sees Magic Mike again
It's difficult making polite conversation with a guy whose wife is quite
obviously getting drilled by someone else in the room directly above but
I've got firsthand experience being cuckolded and it's happened right
before my eyes a few times. Furthermore, the Australian I was sharing a
sofa with had married my mother and any man who did that with his eyes
wide open would know how unlikely it would be that she would remain
faithful. Nevertheless, I did have some sympathy for him. He had, after
all, been in a plane for over 20 hours and thought he would pleasantly
surprise his wife by visiting.
"Look Paul, mommy didn't know you were coming and decided to invite a
friend over last night," I said. "She'll be finished soon and Kate and I
will leave you alone with her."
"Wait, I don't understand, is your mother my wife?" Paul asked with a
confused look on his face. "I thought she was up here visiting her son
who was recovering from an operation on his chest."
"Her son left a few years ago," Kate replied on my behalf. "Chrissie has
replaced him and the operation was on his breasts not his chest."
"Now I'm completely confused," said Paul to Kate. "Are you having me on?
Is this all meant to take my mind off the fact that my wife is getting
her brains screwed out upstairs? Do you always walk around the house
dressed like a slut? At least you should have the decency to put a robe
on over your bra and knickers."
"This is just my work uniform," Kate said with a laugh. "Your wife and
Chrissie here wear the same thing every day. Soldiers, pilots and cops
have uniforms too. Why shouldn't hookers?"
"What are you talking about?" Paul said, becoming more irate. "My wife
isn't a hooker. You two may be but not my wife. She's not some cheap slut
who'll fuck anybody for money."
"You're right," Kate said. "She certainly doesn't come cheap. Punters pay
£500 a go for her. They get their money's worth too. Because she's mature
we keep her on a light schedule and try to keep her to ten throws a day,
but she's had 11 or 12 on the real busy days."
"Chrissie here is our new star performer," she said, proudly patting my
knee. "He's done 15 blokes in a day and every one of them left with a
smile. That's even better than I've ever done and I've been in the
business for ten years."
The sounds of wild sex died down upstairs and I could hear movement on
the stairs. Luke walked into the living room nonchalantly wearing just a
pair of boxer shorts followed by mommy who had slipped on an oversize t-
shirt. Her innocent look was somewhat spoilt by a trickle of what looked
like cum on her upper thigh.
"Sorry if we made too much noise just now," Luke said, looking around the
room. "I had a rocket in my pocket when I woke up this morning and I just
had to bury it somewhere."
"Hi Luke," I said, whilst remaining seated. "I want you to meet Paul.
He's my mom's husband and just came up from Australia on a surprise
visit. I don't know if you know Kate either. We work together."
Mommy just stood by the doorway with her mouth agape. I had never seen
her so stunned in her life. But it didn't take her long to recover from
her initial shock and I could see her mind working as she struggled with
how to explain herself to the man she had married.
"Paul, it's wonderful to see you, but you should have told me that you
were coming," mommy said. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood thanks to Luke
here. You know how furious I can get when you do something completely
unexpected. You should thank Luke for relaxing me this morning."
Paul continued sitting with a baffled look on his face, rendered
speechless by my mother's comments. It looked like he was attempting a
retort, but mommy interrupted it.
"I said you should thank Luke for putting me in a good mood," mommy said
in a sterner voice. "Where are your manners? Did you leave them down in
Sydney? Say thank you to Luke and be nice about it."
"Uh, thank you Luke," he replied in a stammer, his face reddening in
embarrassment.
"That's not good enough," mommy said in a louder voice. "Thank Luke for
fucking me this morning and putting me in a good mood so I didn't get
angry at you."
"Thank you Luke for fucking my wife this morning and putting her in a
good mood," Paul said in a barely audible voice before turning to face
his wife. "Is that good enough honey?"
"That's good enough," she replied. "Now Luke made my pussy a mess this
morning and it's got to be nice and clean for all the nice men who are
going to fuck it today so why don't we go upstairs so you can make it all
shiny and buff it with your tongue. Luke, we'll leave the door open so
you can come in and get your clothes."
"I guess I can't come back tonight now that your husband is here," Luke
said with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
"Don't be silly," mommy said. "Paul will make us a nice meal after I get
off work. I think Chrissie has a roll out bed downstairs which Paul can
open up in the kitchen so he won't disturb us. That way it will be easy
for him to wake up and make us coffee in the morning."
"Now come here and give me a going away kiss before I let my husband
clean up the mess you made," mommy said to Luke before turning to her
husband. "Go upstairs Paul and take off your clothes and wait for me."
After mommy and Luke kissed and her husband had scampered up the stairs,
Kate caught her attention before she also left the room.
"I want to talk to you," Kate said to mommy with some authority in her
voice. "First of all, I am going to overlook the fact that one of your
clients is getting freebees but you have to understand there are going to
be changes here. First of all, Chrissie and I are moving into the master
bedroom and you are moving your stuff into the guest bedroom. I want that
done before we come home tonight. Another thing, you know that kinky
stuff you have going on with Chrissie? That's not happening anymore. I'm
the one in charge of him now. You've got your hands full anyway now."
"One more thing," Kate added. "Your complicated private life isn't going
to get in the way of your job. I want you there fresh and sparkling every
morning. The guys you fuck for money are far more important than the ones
you fuck for fun. If I so much as detect anything less than complete
professionalism on your part, I'm going to have Derek immediately
transfer you to one of his less than salubrious establishments in the
east end and you'll be banging whoever walks through the door for 12
hours a day until you have to use a mobility vehicle to get to work. Is
that clear?"
"That's absolutely clear, Kate," mommy said, looking thoroughly
chastised. "I'm really happy you are going to be here too. Chrissie
should be over the moon to have you in his life. I guess I'll have to get
used to having Paul do all those kinky things Chrissie and I used to do."
After mommy and Luke had left the room we sat together for a while on the
sofa with Kate's arm over my shoulder. Even though I can't perform
sexually I still have an intense sexual interest. The sight of Kate's
long stocking clad legs and her taught body was as beautiful as anything
I had ever seen. Without saying a word I lowered myself to the floor and
began kissing the tops of her stockings and her bare thighs, while she
played with my hair. After a while I looked up to her beautiful face.
"I'm sure I've got things that will fit you upstairs," I said. "I've also
got new stockings and clean bras and knickers you can wear. I have no
problem going into the room even though mommy and her husband are there
and getting stuff."
"Let's take a shower first," Kate said. "There is one question I have to
ask you first. Is that empty glass by the toilet there for what I think
it's there for?"
"You're very perceptive," I said. "But if we go into the shower there's
no reason we have to use the glass."
Five hours later it was early afternoon and I had just cleaned myself
after a client left, touched up my makeup and put on some new lipstick.
It was a busy day and I had lost track already of how many men I had seen
or how many intense hormonal rushes had gone through my body. That alone
was more physically challenging than the sex I was having because,
although they were pleasurable beyond belief, the frequency of them was
increasing under Tracie's new treatment and they were literally beginning
to sap my strength. I noticed the ribbon on the door of my room,
indicating a client was waiting inside and opened the door to see what
sort of surprise faced me. Lying on the bed was the majestic figure of
Magic Mike, the man with the huge magic wand and a legend in the brothel,
and my first repeat customer.
I almost jumped on the bed and sat next to him by his waist and tucked my
legs underneath me. I lifted the sheet and took a peak at his prodigious
love tool. I was glad he wasn't the first man to see me today. I was at
least somewhat stretched out, as opposed to the last time when he had me
as my first client for the day.
"Can I please suck on it for a bit?" I asked demurely, holding it in my
manicured hand.
"As you said please, how could I refuse your request," he replied with
the confidence well endowed men naturally had. "Pay attention to my balls
too and make my cock rock hard because this time I am going to fuck you
like you've never been fucked before."
I didn't fully remember the following thirty minutes. When he first drove
his cock in me I was hit with a rush that almost made me lose
consciousness and turned me into a writhing pleasure machine that met
each thrust of his with one of my own. I don't remember what I said but I
think I was begging him at one point to fuck me harder. I was almost
taken to the point of u*********sness. When he finally shot his hot load
deep inside me I was left completely limp and soaked with perspiration.
The sheets were wet with my sweat and I was stuck motionless with my head
in the pillow and my empty ass in the air.
You would think that was it but it wasn't. If Magic Mike had asked me to
kiss him on the lips I would have recoiled and run from the room in
disgust. That may seem contradictory, but it isn't. What I crave is
complete and utter submission. I don't want romance; I want to feel used
by someone superior to me, treated like a mere fuck toy which is
discarded after it serves its purposes. That is what triggers the
hormonal rushes in my body. First he took me like a bitch and the next
thing he did was to take it to a different plain. I was in a state of
utter bliss. He not only dominated me. He humiliated me. He pushed a
button in me that only mommy and Kate knew existed.
He gave me two hard raps on my head with his knuckles, which brought me
back to reality. When I looked up his semi-hard cock was dangling in
front of my face as he stood on his knees on the bed.
"Clean it, you filthy bitch," he said arrogantly. "Use your tongue to get
that nasty shit off. Take your time and do a good job."
I looked up at it and saw his prick was covered with a mixture of lube,
cum and tiny bits of my own excrement that his huge member had drawn out,
despite my daily morning enema. I started at the base, using my mouth to
clean his cock and forcing myself not to gag as I tasted a combination of
my own shit and the residue of the men who had previously used me that
day and the lube they coated their dicks with. My breathing became deep
as I tried to fight off another strong hormonal surge, but it was
pointless. It engulfed me and I felt my chest flush as I overcame the
revulsion I initially felt and allowed the hormones to rush through me.
My head spun as my reluctance turned to eagerness and I began to lap up
the scum, savouring the taste that only moments ago I revolted against. I
held his prick in my hand and ran my tongue repeatedly over the shaft
making sure that it completely clean of my residue and finally
concentrated on the helmet, taking it fully in my mouth and running my
tongue around it and sucking it till it sparkled, gladly swallowing the
disgusting mixture of cum, shit and lube. I looked up at him with
submissive devotion after I finished my humiliating task and saw a
superior smirk on his face.
"I'm not done with you," he said with a look of superiority. "You are one
nasty bitch and I'm going come back again and again until I have fucked
you out."
He got dressed as I remained on the bed, the taste lingering in my mouth.
Once he had put his jacket on he seemed to have an afterthought and
reached into his trouser pocket, pulled out a pink £50 note and tossed it
on the bed. When the door closed on his departure I shook my head to
clear my thoughts and scampered to the bathroom to clean up. The day was
far from over and I was already exhausted.
The rest of the afternoon was a blur until Kate came in my room after the
last customer left. She slipped off her panties and climbed on the bed,
straddling my face and smearing her love juices around my mouth and then,
with a push of vaginal muscles, ejected the remnants of the cum her
numerous customers had shot into her on my tongue. I could hear her
breathing become as laboured as mine although with my head snuggled
between her thighs I couldn't see if she was becoming flushed with the
same sort of rushes I experienced all day. But I could sense it. Her
entire body seemed as hot as mine.
Finally she lifted her leg and stretched and came next to me taking me in
her arms. I instinctively reached for the sheet to wipe her juices off my
face but she playfully swatted my hand away.
"I want you to smell like me not just to taste me," she said. "Just let
it dry on your face and try not to wash it off for awhile."
"Did you get the same rushes I did today?" I asked. "How did Tracie's
shots affect you?"
"Fuck, I actually got into sex," she replied. "That's the first time
that's happened in years. I felt like I was on fire. I'm just as addicted
as you now."
"If you still want to watch the tapes of me, then you should see my
session with Magic Mike today," I said laughing. "It was like I was on a
different planet. Planet submission in the humiliation universe."
"We'll watch it later in bed together," she replied. "By the way, your
mommy had a new client today. It was her husband, Paul, and he was the
last to see her which makes me suspect he did his second clean up of the
day. Just think of the jism that swimming around in his tummy now."
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