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Gym Submission Part 1 - 4 By AltErik (aka DarkPrince67) [email protected] ************ Usual disclaimers, though if you are already browsing stories on this site, you must have an idea what you're getting into by now. ;-) This story contains Male/Male sex, Male/Female sex and Dominant/Submissive themes, so if this is a problem... wave off! This story is fictional story based on a fantasy of mine. While it is fiction, I did use myself and locations I knew as a basis. I hope you enjoy it and feel free to send your thoughts, dirty as they no doubt are. It's always good to get feedback! ************ * * * * Part 1 * * * * It was a normal trip to the gym, though I was a bit later than normal. I usually managed to get there by 6pm, but tonight I had been finishing up a problem at the office and couldn't break away until late. I almost skipped it, but I'd been so inconsistent with my workouts lately that I felt I had to go. So here I was going for my workout at 8pm. I had already called my wife to let her know I'd be late. I checked in and headed for the locker room. I walked towards the back of the room and turned into the last alcove of lockers. Standing in the corner was a very attractive man who had just finished undressing before putting on his workout cloths. I found myself unable to resist a look at his cock. I felt myself flush as my latent Bi side pushed to the front. It was a beautiful specimen. It was almost as long in it's semi-flacid state as mine was fully hard and it was obviously thicker. His pubic area was shaved smooth as well. With a mental slap I pulled myself back to reality. But when I looked up and away from his equipment I realized he had seen my lingering glance. He had a quizzical look on his face and when our eyes met he cocked one eyebrow at me. I blushed in response. All he did was give an amused chuckle and turn back to getting dressed. Flustered, I studiously avoided looking in his direction again. Though all the while I was getting changed I couldn't stop the image of his cock from flitting through my mind. First a little background, I had been having the odd Bi fantasy for almost as long as I can remember. Though I was always much more attracted to women I couldn't deny that a man's cock held a certain fascination for me. I'd find myself looking at pictures or movies of women going down on a well hung guy and wondering what it would feel like to be the woman! I had finally had a chance to find out several years ago, before I met my wife. I had been visiting an adult bookstore with a video arcade every so often when I was really horny. I got a thrill looking through the glory holes and seeing guys stroking themselves. I was close several times to actually offering my mouth for someone's use. The thought of that just made me more excited and horny, but I always chickened out. One trip when I was pretty hot, I decided to leave the door unlocked and see what happened. Well "it" happened all right. A guy knocked on the door and peeked in. When I just looked at him and didn't get up from the stool or speak, he came in and locked the booth. The man was a little older than me and decent looking. He leaned against the wall and began stroking his growing bulge. After a minute of so he pulled it out and stroked it a few times while looking at me. This was it, I just couldn't resist now. I pulled out a condom I had carried with me and rolled it on him. Then, I leaned forward and slid the shaft into my mouth. I was so nervous I thought my heart would jump out of my chest! I sucked avidly on his cock till he filled the condom with cum. He left and I followed a few minutes later now a confirmed cock sucker. I hadn't had the guts to do anything since. But here I was in the gym locker room thinking how tasty this man's cock was. I tried to shake it off and finished changing. As I usually do I went upstairs with my latest book to do the bike for 30 minutes or so. Only one bike was left open so I quickly put my book on the seat and went to grab a towel. When I returned I noticed the peddles had straps on them that I never used. So I knelt down and started removing them. After I pulled them off I glanced up... and found myself at crotch level with the same guy from the locker room. He was on his way to grab a towel from the stack nearby. I looked up at him, my face less than a foot from a noticeable bulge in his tight shorts. He just gave me another eyebrow raise, stepped over and grabbed a towel. As he passed by me again he paused, his crotch now even closer to my face. "You look very comfortable in that position," he said in a low voice. Then he swayed his crotch a few inches closer to my face as he moved past me and walked away. My mouth was dry and my heart was pounding. What did he mean by that? Was that just a standard macho statement? Or was it meant to be a joke? Or... was he suggesting... I stood up and forced down the image that had leapt to mind. And what was worse... how excited it made me. I hopped on the cycle and tried to bury myself in the book. It only partly worked. My mind was still occasionally drifting off. As the timer on my bike ran down I was back drifting in a sexual fog. I suddenly realized that the program was over and gathered my stuff up. I still needed to do some sit-ups before I left. So I went downstairs and grabbed a mat. I positioned myself so my feet were towards the wall. It was almost closing time and the gym was virtually empty. So there weren't any of the usual female distractions to worry about. I had done several sets of crunches and was laying back letting my abs relax a little when I heard a voice just behind me. "Looks like we're just about the only one's left." I opened my eyes to see my mystery man standing just behind my head, legs spread slightly. My gaze locked on his crotch again. It looked bigger than before. He seemed not to notice and squatted down. "Yeah, looks that way," I croaked out. His crotch was now hovering above my forehead. "I, uh..." "You what?" he prompted in a hoarse whisper. "Do you want something?" "No! I just..." I couldn't take my eyes off the bulge in his bike shorts! "Don't worry, no one's around but you, me and the manager. And he'll be doing paperwork for the next half hour or so." With that he rocked forward until his knees rested on either side of my head and his restrained cock brushed my nose. I don't know what came over me. I should have pulled away, but I couldn't. The heat radiating from his crotch just added to the warm, flush of my body. I didn't make any decision, but suddenly I opened my mouth and began nuzzling his package like some lust crazed tart! He let out a rolling chuckle and rocked back to his feet. He leaned in close before speaking. "I knew you just needed some prodding. I could tell when we were in the locker room that you were really just a closet slut!" I felt my cock throb at the word "slut." I was almost shaking with desire and excitement. "And as we all know, sluts are always hungry for cock..." he paused, "and thirsty for cum." With that he stood up and without a look back walked down the hall towards the locker room. There didn't seem to be any reason to think about it. My lust fogged brain was still nodding at his last statement as I got up and hurried after him. I knew that in doing this I was admitting not only that his statements about me were true, but that he was in complete control. I walked into the locker room and walked towards the back. When I got to the rear alcove he wasn't there. I just stood there for a second, taken aback at his disappearance. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned. He stood there completely nude and smiled at me. I looked down to see his cock fully erect and pulsing with his heartbeat. He surprised me with a shove. I stumbled back, caught my legs on the opposite bench and tumbled backwards against the lockers. I started to pull my feet under me to stand, but he quickly stepped in and , using his feet, spread my legs wide so I couldn't go anywhere. He reached down and grabbed both wrists and brought them together over my head. With a tug he pulled me up so I was sitting upright with my back pressed against the lockers. "Sluts like you need someone to take control of them so they don't chicken out of doing what they really want to do. Now open your mouth, slut!" he barked. I responded to his order immediately and was rewarded as he swung his hips forward and slid about half of his cock into my mouth. I heard a low, pitiful moan and it took me a few moments to realize that it was coming from me! I was completely helpless, hands held tightly above me, legs splayed wide while a complete stranger filled my mouth with his cock. And I was in heaven! My body was shaking with excitement and my own cock throbbed. He continued to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth, a little deeper each stroke. My mouth that a few moments ago was dry and parched was now salivating so much that I could feel myself drooling down my chin at each backstroke. "Open wide, my little slut." He pushed till the head began to press into my throat causing me to gag a bit. He pulled out a little then pressed back in until I started to gag again. I felt him raise up a bit so he was thrusting as much down as forward into my mouth, my head tilted back somewhat. Then with a slow thrust I felt a cock in my throat for the first time. "Ooooo - mmmmmmm," I moaned around the shaft. The feeling was wild. After the first few short strokes he began to feed the rest of his cock into me. The combination of the cock filling my mouth and throat and my completely helpless position were almost enough to make me cum right then. "That's it, that's it," he soothed. "Take it all down your throat like the cock sucking slut you are. I bet if I just touched your cock you'd blow like a geyser." My only response was another muffled moan as I felt his balls against my chin and realized I had every last inch of his cock inside me. The thought excited me. I *wanted* him inside me. All of his cock wedged inside my body for his pleasure. Filling my mouth... my throat... my... ass... Yes I wanted to feel this gorgeous cock filling my ass! But first things first. I re-doubled my sucking efforts. He laughed as he continued to take my throat with steady, smooth strokes. "Your mouth was born to swallow cocks! I just had to show you your true vocation as a slut." He kept chuckling as he watched me suckle on his rod with loud slurps and moans. Finally I could feel his body begin to tense. After another deep stroke he pulled completely out of my mouth with a wet, sucking sound. He held the saliva dripping head just out of reach. "Is slut ready to be fed?" He asked in the same tone of voice you would use with a small child. He pressed the tip to my lips and smeared spit and pre cum around my lips and cheeks. "Yes!" I said in a out of breath whisper. "Please." "Please, what? Cum-sluts have to tell me exactly what they want if they expect to be fed." On one level it was so humiliating and dirty, but at the same time I reveled in my complete loss of control and any vestige of pride. "Please feed me your cum!" I pleaded like a starving child. "I want to taste your thick, hot cum as it fills my mouth. I need to -" I was cut off as he completely sheathed his cock in my throat again. On his second stroke he bucked and I felt his cock swell and pulse. His body was spasming but he continued to fuck my face. The first spurt shot straight into my stomach. The second filled the back of my throat. The next splashed across my tongue in gooey strands. Then he pulled completely out and splattered my chin and cheeks with his seed before sliding it back in my mouth. My mouth became a filled with with warm semen as I fought to swallow it all. It seemed to go on and on, though I'm sure it was only a minute. When he had finished I had swallowed all that I could, while the rest dribbled down my chin and cheeks. He stroked his softening cock. I just stared up at it as he milked out several more dollops of cum. I opened my mouth and let the last few drips fall into my mouth. He just smiled and began using his dick to smear the cum into my face. Finally he let go of my arms and told me to pull down my sweats and take out my cock. He had me get down on my hands and knees and stroke myself while he sat in front of me and stroked his cock. "Don't cum though!" he told me sharply. "Keep yourself on the edge." I watched his cock start to stiffen again. He came over to me and placed two fingers in my mouth. "Suck," was all he said. I did. "Get them nice and wet." When he was satisfied with my job he pulled them out and leaned forward over my back. I felt the fingers begin massaging my asshole, then without warning he pushed both of them inside. "Aaaahhhhh," I cried out at the short, sharp pain. "Don't whine, slut. We just have to get your pussy used to it. In fact, in a few minutes you'll be begging me to put more fingers in!" It was already starting to feel better. Soon it did feel good. As he slipped a third finger up my ass I let out a little moan. He quickly stifled it, however by stuffing his rejuvenated cock down my throat. He used his fingers in my ass like a handle and rocked me forward onto his cock. This time there was no pretense of kindness or concern. He just plain fucked my throat. Even though it was getting sore, I loved it. Being used simply as his cum receptacle was turning me on! I flexed my throat and worked my tongue for all I was worth to make him cum again. It took him a while but I began to feel the tell-tale signs of impending orgasm. "Jerk your pathetic little cock, slut. I want you to cum while I fill your mouth and fuck your ass. I want you to remember this every time you come in your wife's pussy or mouth! Get ready." He pumped a few more times then grunted and shoved a 4th finger into my ass. I felt the first pulse from his cock as my own orgasm overcame me. "That's it," he grunted as my mouth filled with warm semen again, "cum for me slut!" And I did. My whole body convulsed as I emptied my balls on the floor. My ass squeezed his fingers and my mouth clamped down on his cock. All I could do was shake and let out moans muffled by his cock. It seemed to last longer than normal. By the time my cock finished dribbling he had pulled his fingers out of my ass and shoved them in my mouth in place of his now wilting dick. "Clean my fingers off, slut." I did as he told me. I was in a daze and my body was still quivering a little. When he was satisfied he removed his fingers and pushed my head down to the small pool of cum I had deposited on the floor. Without hesitation I lowered my mouth and slurped up my own semen. When I finished I looked up to find he was gone. I was left there alone in the locker room, on my hands and knees and with cum smeared across my face. I heard some noise out near the entrance and quickly pulled myself together. I gathered up my stuff and pulled up my sweatpants. As I hurried out I passed the manager and that was when I realized I still hadn't cleaned the drying cum off my lips and chin! I glanced back as a headed for the door. The manager was watching me go, a half smile on his face... and his hand slowly stroking a bulge in his shorts. I almost turned around! * * * * Part 2 * * * * It had been a week since I had been pulled into the middle of one of my fantasies. A week since my occasional Bi thoughts turned into a real- life experience. A week since a complete stranger had forcefully taught me that my mouth was perfectly designed for cock. Ever since that night, I'd found myself thinking back to those events. The feeling of a hard cock filling my mouth... and my throat. It continued to send a thrill straight through me. I had been back to my usual schedule at the gym and had seen no sign of the mystery man who I'd had such intimate contact with. It almost seemed like a dream. Tonight I wasn't much later than normal, but I got a little lost in my latest book and was on the bike longer than I planned. By the time I got done with my sit-ups and such it was getting near closing time. I grabbed a quick shower, threw my sweats back on and headed for my car. I was passing the front counter when I heard someone call my name. "Mr Cartwright, could I see you for a moment in my office?" I turned to see Mark, the gym manager leaning out of an office just off the aerobics area. I could feel my face flushing a little as I remembered the last time he had seen me. "Sure." I croaked as I walked over. I paused briefly to admire the lines of people, mostly women, going through the last few minutes of their aerobics workout. I found it almost impossible to keep from staring at the sea of toned asses and legs moving around the floor. I shook myself loose and stuck my head in the office. "What can I do for you?" He gave me a raised eyebrow and a crooked smile. "Funny you should put it that way, Mr Cartwright. Please come in... and close the door, please." While I closed the door I was trying to figure out what was going on. I took a quick scan of his office. Three walls were covered with classy looking fitness photographs of perfect bodied men and women in various poses. One wall was covered with a thick curtain and in the corner was a A/V stand with a TV and VCR setup. I sat down in the chair across from his desk. I couldn't help but admire the picture above his chair. It was of two men and a woman, all nude in an interlocked pose that displayed miles of skin without actually giving you a peak at anything more intimate than the woman's perfect breasts. "Nice picture, eh?" I was a bit startled for some reason. "Uh, yes it is. It would be nice to have a body like that." "Which body?" he asked. "Well, I..." I was caught off guard. "They are all pretty buff." He chuckled. "True, very true." Mark, picked up a remote from his desk, powered on the TV and started the VCR playing. "I wanted to discuss... this." I looked at the screen and went cold. I stared at the TV screen and watched as the mystery man from last week held my arms up, and with smooth strokes of his hips, fucked my mouth. It had been video taped?! My life was ruined. My marriage was ruined! "I take it you recognize the... events that took place last week in the locker room?" His voice was neutral. "Uh," I swallowed hard. "Y-, yes." I left it at that as I couldn't think of anything else to say. "Actually you are not the first guy that Gordon has... initiated here." He got up and pulled another tape from a drawer and went to the VCR. He started to hit eject but paused. "I really like this part," he said staring me straight in the eye. I glanced back as he turned up the sound. It was muffled but understandable. Gordon had just pulled his cock from my mouth and you could see strands of saliva and pre-cum dripping from the shaft. On the screen Gordon held the dripping head just out of reach. "Is my cum-slut ready to be fed?" He asked. He pressed the tip to my lips and smeared spit and pre cum around my lips and cheeks. I could feel my cock hardening in memory of the moment displayed on the screen. "Yes!" I heard my voice whisper. "Please." "Please, what? Cum-sluts have to tell me exactly what they want if they expect to be fed." He taunted me. Hearing him call me "Cum-slut" again sent an odd flutter through my stomach. I knew what was coming but it still filled me with a mix of humiliation and lust. "Please feed me your cum!" My video self pleaded. "I want to taste your thick, hot cum as it fills my mouth. I need to -" I was cut off as he completely sheathed his cock in my throat again. He stroked into my mouth several times and I could hear myself moaning around the shaft stretching my mouth. Then he grunted, bucked and pulled out of my mouth splattering my face with several ropey strands of cum before slipping it back between my slimy lips. "I can tell you enjoyed that," Mark said hitting the eject button and swapping tapes. He hit play and turned back to me. With a glance at the lump in my sweats he smiled. "Looks like you enjoyed watching it almost as much." Before I could say anything the new tape started playing. It was from the sauna. Gordon had a young guy bent over a bench and was sliding his cock into the man's ass. The guy couldn't have been over 20 years old and built to make a cheerleader drool. What made the scene even more interesting was the second guy, who looked to be the same age as the one getting plugged, squating between Gordon's legs and avidly tongueing his balls and asshole. I could hear the first guy gasping with each thrust and groaning to be fucked harder. Gordon grasped the guy's hips and began plunging his tool as deep as possible with smooth strokes. My own ass clenched as I watched. I knew how good a dildo felt in my ass and could only imagine what a real cock felt like. Mark interupted my thoughts. "The man has a way with people, eh?" He had seated himself on the edge of the desk a few feet from me. I noticed an obvious bulge in his shorts and immediately looked away, cursing myself. I needed to get a grip on my hormones! "He's definately active," I said trying to keep things light. "You have two choices," he stated suddenly, locking my gaze with his. "First, you can just go on home as normal and leave it to my discression what to do with that tape. Or you can get on your knees right now and do everything I tell you to do." His eyes never waivered and his voice was firm. "Look, I-" "Either leave," he repeated flatly. "Or, On... Your... knees, slut!" he finished in a commanding voice. I swear that I made no concious decision, but nevertheless found myself kneeling on the floor staring up at him. "Good choice." Mark said. He pointed the remote behind me and the lights went out. Only the VCR gave off any light. Then he must have activated another control, because the curtains across the back wall parted to reveal a veiw of the aerobics class. Obviously the mirror that covered the back wall of the studio was a two way mirror! "I love watching Lisa's ass while she teaches this class," he said with a chuckle. Lisa Pankiss, one of the trainers and aerobics instructors, was a woman of medium height with a rock hard body. Attractive face, nice B cup breasts, flat stomach, perfectly toned thighs and calves... and the ass of a goddess! "Look here!" He snapped at me. "You have work to do." I looked to find he was still sitting on the edge of the desk, but his shorts were off and he was displaying a raging hard-on. It was about 7" or 8," slightly shorter than Gordon's, but was a little thicker. I knew what he wanted and at that moment it was the same thing I wanted. I shuffled over on my knees and took his cock into my mouth. Damn it felt good to have my mouth full again! I tried to fight the wave of lust that was rising up around me, but in the end I didn't really *want* to fight it. There were a hundred good reasons to get out of there and never go back. But I didn't care about any of them. At that moment all that mattered was pleasing this wonderfull cock and sucking it dry. All I wanted was to please him. It was humiliating and at the same time incredibly erotic. I felt so much different than I have ever felt with a woman. Not neccessarily better, just different. It was like a different personality overcame me. I felt completely submissive and passive. I was almost trembling. The only sound in the room now was the muffled grunts and moans from the video that was still playing and the wet slurping of my mouth. I slobbered on his cock with ever increasing intensity. Soon I was slamming my face onto his shaft with abandon. My hips rocking unconciously with each stroke, dry humping the air. My own cock was hard and throbbing in excitement. There was no warning. One moment I was coming up for air and the next Mark grunted and began spewing cum like a fountain. Thick strands of semen spewed across my lips and splattered my face before I could recapture his dick and slurp down the rest. As I finished sucking the softening member clean I heard a voice behind me. "What a talented mouth." I turned to see Lisa standing there in her sweatsoaked tights. My eyes were immediately drawn to her lovely hips and thighs. I wasn't sure what to do. I was on my knees in front of her boss with his now soft cock in my hand and his cum dripping down my cheeks and chin. "Lisa, this is one of Gordon's recent finds," Mark said. "His specialty appears to be cocksucking. His name's..." he chuckled, "I guess we'll just call him Slut for now." I felt that thrill again. For some reason I liked being his slut. It was just a word, but it seemed to ring so perfectly in my ears. And considering how quickly I dropped to my knees for him, it seemed to fit. Mark stood up, leaving me on my knees. He went over to Lisa and began kissing her hungrily, his hands roaming over her hips and ass. Oddly enough she didn't move to embrace him, but did return the kiss with obvious lust. Mark broke the kiss and turned to me. "You see," he said, "you aren't the only slut." He began to walk around Lisa as if she were a prize he had just won. "Lisa here is a first class nympho." I could swear that I saw her tremble a little. "She will fuck or suck anyone or anything I tell her to. Male or female. Isn't that true, Lisa?" As he said this he roughly pinched one of her hardening nipples. Her eyes were now half lidded and glazed. "Aahhh," she gasped, arching her back to offer her breasts. "Yessss," she said in a breathy whisper. "In fact, she recently seduced our newest employee, the cute redhead that started a few weeks ago. Took her out, got her sloshed and, if Lisa's stories are true, practically turned her lesbian." He looked at Lisa again. "When was the last time you and Karla got together? Hmmm? What did you do?" Lisa smiled. "Mmmm. At lunch today. She... bent me over a box in the storeroom and did me with a strap-on." Mark laughed. "You seduce a girl only to become... her personal fuck- toy? I guess your destiny truly is to service your betters." His eyes shifted to me. "Just like our newest cum-slut." "Strip!" he barked at her. Then looked at me. "You too!" Both of us immediately disrobed without hesitation. When we were both standing nude I again admired her body. The muscle tone was phenomenal. Her firm breasts, flat stomach, the swell of her hips and the obviously shaved pussy were enough to bring my cock to throbbing attention. "You see, Slut, Lisa was one of Gordon's early finds." He turned to her and ran a finger lightly along her glistening slit making her thrust her hips forward and moan while shifting her legs farther apart to allow better access. "She had only been with us a few weeks when Gordon brought out her true nature." As he spoke he put his finger, wet with her juices, to Lisa's lips. She closed her eyes and slurped the entire digit into her mouth with a satisfied hum. "One day I came in early to finish some work before the rest of the staff arrived and there she was. She was on her back on the bench press, ankles spread wide and securely tied to the bar which had been heavily weighted. She was secured to the bench with a long jump-rope that had been wrapped and crossed around her breasts and stomach. As a final touch the two large wooden rope handles had been inserted deeply into both ass and pussy. In fact all you could see was the rope running out of each hole." As he recounted the story I could see his cock begining to harden through his shorts as Lisa continued to suck on his finger as if it were a tiny cock. Her nipples were stiff, her chest flushed slightly and I could clearly see her moist, engorged pussy. My dick continued to bob with each heartbeat and felt as if it would explode. I couldn't stop thinking about burying my face between her smooth thighs. To feel her wet lips pressed against my mouth. At that moment she was the embodiment of sex. Mark removed his finger and continued the story while at the same time circling us and surprising one or the other with a soft caress or rough twist of a nipple. "She looked so hot, so... *fuckable*," he said with emphasis. "I could see cum smeared around her pussy, ass and thighs. She had been blindfolded with her tights and was gagged by her own panties. I couldn't resist taking advantage of my fortune, could I?" He said with a chuckle. "But first I got my camera and took some pictures, just in case she got self-rightous later. The clicking of the camera must have woke her from her doze, but instead of trying to get free she just moaned and rotated her hips as if willing the wooden makeshift dildos to fuck her. Imagine my surprise when I pulled them both out and both holes began to ooze cum. Though that didn't surprise me as much as her anguished moan at being so empty." He leaned close to her ear. "Isn't that right? You just hate to be left empty, don't you?" "Mmm, yes," Lisa whimpered. "I need to be filled now. I'm sooo empty." "I know you are my sweet. Soon you'll be filled again. But first I have a job for you." With a glance at me he leaned in closer and whispered instructions to her. I watched her face change as she listened. When he was done, she turned to look at me with a wicked grin. She licked her lips seductively and began to walk over to me. Her hips swayed enticingly. She stopped in front of me, hands on hips, legs spread a bit more than normal. I could smell her pussy and it made my heart flutter. Her inner thighs were damp with her juices. "Is the little slut thirsty?" she asked. "Would slut like to taste my warm, wet pussy?" I was nodding my head without thinking. "You'll have to speak up if you want any of this," she cooed while running a finger the length of her slit and then sensuously licking it clean. "Yes," I croaked, "I want to taste you. Please," she just laughed and put her hands on my shoulders, urging my down to my knees. Then, before I could lean in to savor her snatch, she put a foot on my chest, gave me a shove. I ended up sprawled on my back. She quickly stepped over me, spun a round and squated over my face. Her pussy was almost dripping with moisture and the lips were parted as if inviting attention. She rocked back and lowered her slit to my lips. "Drink me dry, slut," she growled. I immediately grabbed her hips and mashed her pussy against my lips. She was delicious! In moments my face was slippery with her juices as I slurped greedily. I don't know how long it went before she came the first time. I know she did because her whole body shuddered and she collapsed to her knees with little groans and yelps. She was oozing delicious cream the whole time. I gave her a few moments to catch her breath before diving back into her divine sex. She responded by spreading her knees wide and grinding her pussy against my mouth. "Yeah, good little pussy slave knows his place. My juicy slit owns your mouth doesn't it? Worship my pussy and make it cum again!" Lisa continued to urge me on between gasps. She didn't need to ask. At that moment her pussy did own me. I truly was worshiping it and the delicious body it was attached to. My hands slid over her smooth hips and thighs. So soft and silky. I moaned as I felt her fingers caress my thighs. Suddely she reached between my legs, grabbed my hips and lowered her mouth to my balls. She ignored my cock completely and licked and sucked on my nuts. Then began to slowly lick down to my ass. "Ooohhhh... mmmm!" was all I could say as I felt her soft, insistant tongue begin to tickle and probe my rosebud. She became steadily more active, sliding her pussy over my slimy face and attacking my ass with gusto. It was a feeling I had never before experienced. I loved it! Then it got better as she stiffened her tongue and slid it inside me. This brought another long, muffled groan from me. This went on for a while and I was afraid I'd cum without even having my cock touched. After a while she was tongue fucking my ass with vengeance. A feeling that is impossible to describe. The way she had a hold of me meant that my legs were being pulled back towards me, spreading me wide. This just intensified the feeling of being ravished. Between her body straddling my face and my legs being forced back till they almost touched my stomach, I was at her mercy. I was a bit dissapointed when she ceased her oral assault on my ass. Though her tongue had to be tired, mine was certainly getting a workout. Then after a minute or so it felt like she was about to start in again, when I suddenly realized that it was not her tongue pressing against my ass. The head of Mark's cock was pushing inside me before I had time to think. I couldn't do or say anything with Lisa's crotch mashed into my face. The pain wasn't as bad as I expected, though that was probably due to how relaxed and slippery my ass had become from Lisa's oral massage. "Oooooo, that looks so sexy," Lisa cooed. "I love watching a thick cock stretch open a virgin pussy for the first time." I wanted to say that it wasn't a pussy that was being stretched. "Your ass looks so much like a cunt as it takes every inch. I'm sure that after this it will yearn to swallow cock just like mine does." Mark had stopped to give me a chance to adjust. I could feel his cock-head wedged inside me. Then I felt Lisa's tongue bathing my ass and his cock with saliva to ease his entrance. Mark pulled out slightly then slipped the head back in. He did this several times. Each insertion was smoother as my ass opened to accomodate him and Lisa's saliva decreased the friction. Without warning, he slid the entire length up my ass in one smooth stroke. I groaned as he filled me. There was pain but... then it was gone and... uh, I felt sooo full. So amazingly full! Was this what a woman felt like? I wanted to rebell at the assualt on my masculine pride. I should be outraged at being violated. I should be-- uh, God! He pulled out and slammed back in with a grunt. It felt like my body was overflowing with cock. After several more thrusts I felt a jolt of fear. I was being practically raped by a well hung man while his beautiful accomplice sat on my face. But it wasn't fear for my life or safety. What scared me, was how much I was begining to like it. The feel of his cock filling my ass was starting to feel good. Being completely restrained while my body was used seemed to make it even better. What was happening to me? "That's it, take his cock," Lisa rasped. "I love watching him feed your hungry cunt. Watching your virgin pussy swallow cock." Her voice added to my growing lust. I could feel my body responding. My world now consisted only of her voice in my head, her sex mashed to my lips and that magnificent cock fucking me into submission. Submission? Yes! It felt so right. Suddenly she lifted off my face, just as he thrust inside me again. I heard myself moan like some sophmore slut. She chuckled. "Oh yes, I understand, baby," she cooed, crouching down to my ear. "His cock feels so good deep inside your pussy. It feels sooooo good to be filled with... a thick... hard... cock." Without thinking I answered her. "Yesssssss." "You love this feeling don't you? To be nothing but an instrument of pleasure for a strong, powerful man?" "Oh, God," he pounded into me again, "uh, oh yes. It feels- uh... feels, amaz- uh - ing." I gasped between thrusts. "I can tell. Your gonna cum soon aren't you?" She purred in my ear. "Mmm - hmmmm." I could feel myself approaching orgasm with each stroke his cock scraped across my prostate. If only he would... "Harder, please fuck me harder!" "You really are a slut, aren't you?" Lisa said with a soft laugh. "I bet after this you'll roll over for anyone with a hard cock, won't you? Let's hear you beg for it. Beg him to fill you with cum!" I don't know what came over me, but I did. "Please, fu - uck me. I need - your cock de - eeeper. I want you to cum - uh - in my ass." I was gasping and whining as he sped up his thrusts. "No!" Lisa corrected. "Not your ass. He's fucking your pussy, remember! Plunging deep into your horny little cunt. Tell your lover how much you like haveing your pussy fucked and filled with steamy cum. Tell him how much of a cum-slut you are. Tell him!" She shouted at me. "Yes... I want... your cum... in my... my... pussy. Fill... me... with cum. Fill me! Fuck... my cunt Fuck Mmee - eeeee--Oh God! I'm - I - uh - cu-cumming!!" My whole body convulsed and my ass clamped on his cock as he burried it deep and began to orgasm as well. "Ooooohhhhh, yessssssssss!" As the first pulse rippled through my dick Lisa bent over quickly and engulfed it in her mouth. The added sensation of her warm mouth made my whole body go ridged as she slurped up every drop of cum my balls could deliver. The sensations of her mouth and Marks cock spurting deep inside me were so intense, I thought I was going to pass out. It seemed to go on and on. Finally as my muscles began to unclench, I opened my eyes to see Lisa's face smiling down at me. She leaned down and kissed me. But as my mouth opened to accept her tongue I was surprised as it was suddenly filled with thick, ropey semen. Mine. I heard myself moan softly as she slowly fed me back my entire load. I swallowed again and again savoring the slippery feeling of it sliding down my throat. There was something indescribably erotic about this sexy woman feeding my own cum back to me in a long, lusty kiss. As Lisa pulled back from me, Mark leaned over and stroked my cheek with his hand. "You learn fast, don't you?" Then he pulled his softening member from my ass with a wet slurping sound. I suddenly felt empty and I could feel his cum begining to drool out of my dilated hole. Without being told, Lisa moved over and without pause swallowed Marks slimy member with a contented "hmmmmm." While cleaning his prick she began sliding a pair of fingers into her sloppy pussy. Once he was clean, Mark pushed her back on her butt, next to me. "Good job. To both of my sluts," he said with a smile. I couldn't argue with him. If I had just proved anything at all, it was that I was truly a slut. And guilty as I felt about what I had done... I had to admit that I liked it. No, that wasn't entirely true. At a basic, primal level I loved it! I knew that after this I would never be able to continue with my life the way it had been. Now that I had experienced a cock in my throat and deep in my ass, I couldn't turn my back on the desire that had been awakened in me. It didn't change my desire for women but I would need to feel a cock inside me again. Filling me. Using me for it's pleasure. I revelled in the memory of being "owned" by a hard, throbbing cock. I felt myself getting hard again already. Mark laughed. "You two are insatiable!" he said watching Lisa finger her pussy and my cock slowly hardening. "Why don't you two satisfy each other before you leave." He looked me in the eyes. "And you. You will report to this office each day after your workout & shower. 7pm sharp!" He paused, considering something. " And I think I want you to wear the sexiest pair of panties your wife owns. You will of course wear them all day. It would seem appropriate apparel for a slut like you that so enjoys being fucked." He turned to Lisa. "Don't you agree?" She smiled at him and turned to me. "Oh yes! I think it's the perfect thing for a little cum-slut like her," she immediately swung her leg over my head and planted her still drooling pussy on my mouth once again. As I began to slurp on her juicy snatch, she slid her warm mouth over my dick. It was then that I realized what she had said: 'a little cum-slut like her'... 'like her'. I felt a flush of lust but I couldn't be sure if it was just from being called a 'cum-slut' or if it was somthing else. I gave up thinking as my cock slipped into her throat. Giving myself over to the glorious sensation and returned to worshipping Lisa's pussy. * * * * Part 3 * * * * When I returned home after my encounter with Lisa and Mark I was full of conflicting emotions. Guilt, formost. I couldn't believe what I had let myself do! But whenever the images of my acts flickered through my mind... I felt myself shiver. It was so intense and scary. I let out a side of myself I didn't even realize existed. A deeply submissive and completely bisexual part. It was almost as if I became a different person altogether. In everyday life and sex I was pretty much a normal guy, who was sometimes agressive and sometimes not. But when I was with Gordon or Mark or Lisa I had no desire except to please them. I truly wanted to be their slut, open to anything they wanted of me. I shook this off and walked into my house. My wife, Valerie, was sitting on the couch watching TV. She looked up when I came in and arched an eyebrow. "Looks like you had a tough workout. You look beat." I felt myself flush and a new wave of guilt washed over me. "Yeah, I guess I am," I said lamely. This was rediculous! I had to stop this. I would just avoid the gym for a while till I could get a handle on myself. That was all there was to it. "You know," Valerie said scooting around to face me, "I've been thinking about starting back to the gym myself," she smiled at me. "You can meet me there after work and we can work out together!" It took a moment for me to swallow the lump in my throat after that statement. "Sure," I said. Workout together?! An image flashed into my head. An image that both excited and scared me to death. Valerie on her hands and knees, whimpering and moaning as Mark pumped his cock into her pussy. All the while I am underneath her, lapping at her pussy and his cock as it stretches her like I never could. "Is something wrong?" she asked, a bit concerned by the odd look that came over my face. "No," I said quickly. My cock was rock hard and I stepped up against the couch to hide the bulge in my sweats. "Just zoned out for a second." I turned quickly away and started towards the bedroom. "I'm gonna go change out of these sweaty clothes." My stomach was full of butterflies as I undressed. I couldn't seem to stop the flash of images that popped into my head. All variations on the same theme. I was still trying to pull my head back to the here- and-now when I felt Valerie's hands on my now naked hips and I turned to face her. "You know, my mind has been wandering a bit too, since I got home," she said caressing my thighs and ass. "Remember when you told me once that you would... go down on me anytime I asked?" She was obviously a bit nervous about bringing it up. "Yes." I let a pause hang for a few moments. "Is there something you would like me to do?" I continued with a slight smile. "I'm asking," she said simply. I chuckled. "You'll have to be more specific than that." "You know," she said evasively, "I want you to go down on me." "Oh!" I feigned surprise and turned around to face her. I kissed her deeply for a moment then I kissed my way around to her ear. "Why didn't you just come out and tell me you wanted me to... eat your wet pussy till you scream?" I said in a soft whisper. She sighed. "You are such a vulgar man sometimes!" There was very little force behind the statement though. This is usually as 'vulgar' as we got. But tonight I felt a bit braver than usual and decided to probe a bit. "But you like it when I'm vulgar, don't you?" Before she could reply I pressed on, all the while running my fingernails over her full hips and ass. Pulling her tightly against me. "Does it really bother you if I describe how your... hot... wet... pussy... feels pressed against my face? Or how exciting it is to watch my... hard... cock... slowly open you and slip... deeeeeep... inside your body?" I spoke slowly, emphasising each explicit term. I could feel her press into me, her breathing getting shorter and more ragged. "Yessss," she moaned, "I hate it when you talk like that," she kissed me pationately and deeply, putting the lie to her words. She was more turned on than I could ever remember. She broke the kiss suddenly. "Dammit, you said you'd eat me!" She quickly stripped out of her lounge clothes and fell back on the bed. Splaying her legs open, she began to finger her pussy. "Please lick me. I'm so hot and I need to cum." "I'm your obedient slave!" I said dropping to my knees. I began to kiss my way up her smooth thighs. But she would have none of that. Tonight she just wanted to cum. "If that's true, then all I want to hear from you now is the sound of your tongue lapping my clit," she grabbed my head and pulled my mouth to her box. It was practically oozing, she was so excited. I dove in with all the energy I had, as Valerie's thighs wrapped around my head. I don't know how long I slurped and sucked, but she suddently clamped her legs around my head like a vise and gasped and cried out for at least a few minutes before she began to relax again. As she collapsed against the bed, I was finally released from between her legs. But instead of getting up next to her I just settled comfortably where I was and laid my head on her thigh, my face still damp with her juices. I felt so content just to nuzzle her soft thighs and give her sex an occasional lick. The feeling of her warm, smooth skin against my cheek and the smell of her pussy making me drowsy. "Mmmm, you seem quite comfortable there. I think I could get to like this treatment!" she said softly. Without even thinking I replied, "My mouth is yours anytime you want it, love." "Is it now?" she said running her fingers through my hair. "I just may test out your offer to see how sincere you are." We drifted off to sleep like that. She stretched out on the bed and me with my head nestled between her legs. I awoke, feeling the bed shift. I could tell that at some point during the night I had moved back up to my side of the bed because there was a pillow under my head now instead of my wife's leg. As I opened my eyes I was surprised to see Valerie's pussy descending towards my mouth as she straddled my head. "Wake up sleepy head," she whispered as she saw my eyes flutter open. "I wanted to test your sincerity from last night." With that she spread her knees and lowered her snatch against my mouth. She was just as soaked as last night. The lips of her pussy, red and swollen. I didn't need to think about it, I just closed my eyes, reached up to grasp her hips and began to feast on her. I spent the next 30 minutes or so slurping and sucking on her pussy as she rode my face to several orgasms. When she finally dismounted, my face was flushed and smeared liberally with her cum. And I was hard as a rock. She smiled down at me, then looked at the clock. "Damn, your gonna make me late. You'll have to take care of that," she said pointing to my erection and smiling, "yourself, I'm afraid!" Valerie gave me a quick tongue kiss then got up and headed for the bathroom. Stopping just outside the door she turned around licking her lips. "You know, I don't taste half-bad," she said thoughtfully. "No wonder you like to eat me so much." Without another word she turned and continued on her way. * * * I didn't have to leave for work till an hour after Valerie did, so I just lay in bed. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw me still laying there stroking my cock and paused on the way to the closet. She stood there, in all her naked glory. One eyebrow raised and a hand on her full hip. She looked great. She had a real hourglass shape. Nice, ripe breasts with thick stubby nipples. Wide, sexy hips that swelled out from her waist. I stared at her body as I jerked off. "You gonna get ready or just jerk off all morning?" I just smiled. "Are you close to cumming?" "Yes," I said, feeling myself getting closer. "You like looking at my body, don't you?" "Oh, yessss. You are sooo sexy." "You really got off when I sat on your face this morning." It was more of a statement than question. She was getting flushed as she slowly sauntered towards me, hips swaying seductively. She stopped a few feet from the foot of the bed. She seemed to be considering something. Then she obviously came to a decision as she looked me in the eye. There was something a little more stern in her gaze. "Turn around on the bed with your head hanging off the edge." I did as she told me. I was looking up at her, the swell of her breasts concealing everything but her eyes. I returned to stroking. "You better not cum till I tell you!" There was more authority in her voice than normal. I stopped jerking off. I was really close now. She had a sly smile curling at the corner of her mouth. She stepped closer and straddle my head. She reached down and spread her lips apart. I could see the dark pink of her pussy. It glistened with moisture and I licked my lips. She chuckled. "You really are like Pavlov's dog, aren't you? Just looking at my hot, wet pussy makes you hungry. You love my pussy, don't you?" "Yes," I whispered. My cock throbbed. She'd never talked to me like this before. "What do you most want right now?!" She almost barked the question. Without hesitation I answered. "To taste you." "Really? You're hard cock is throbbing, ready to empty your balls, and you can only think about sliding your tongue inside my wet pussy?" She saw the confusion on my face. "Last night you were horny, but all you wanted was to worship my pussy." Before I could say anything, she pushed on. "You haven't fucked me in at least a month, but all you can think about is eating me." She let the silence hang for at least a minute. I didn't know what to say. It was true. We hadn't fucked in a while. We'd 69'd a number of times since. I was always on the bottom, as I so loved the feeling over body pressed into me and her pussy and thighs wrapped around my face. I always came first, moaning into her pussy. "Close your eyes and do not open your mouth. Understood?" I was really confused now. But I noticed that the inside of her pussy and her lips were now glazed in her juice. "Yes," I said and did as she told me. I felt her thighs brush my face. Then I felt her wet pussy drag across my forehead. Then over my nose and down across my mouth. I was almost shaking. The feel of her juice painted across my face was so erotic. She dragged her wet lips all over my face before moving back to my nose. "Breath me in." Her voice was hoarse and I could tell she was very turned on. I inhaled through my nose and I was overpowered with the smell of her pussy. My head swam with the glorious, musky scent of her sex. "That's it. Breath me in. This is really what you want, isn't it? To be smothered in my CUNT!" She never used that word before and my cock throbbed at the raw lust in her voice. "Tell me you need my cunt!" "I, I... need it." "Need what!!" I jumped at the power of her voice. I'd never heard this side of her before. Never knew it even existed. "I need your... pussy," I said. "No! No! My PUSSY is reserved for COCK!" "I need your... cunt." "That's a good boy. You aren't the kind of man who fucks pussy. You are a cunt-licker!" I could taste her pussy now that I'd opened my mouth to speak and the smell of her was intoxicating. Combined with how close I was to cumming, I was in a state of deep lust myself. I could feel the primal part of myself, the same part that reveled in my encounter with Mark and Lisa, eclipsing all else. She laughed. "You'd make an excellent lesbian. Always ready to eat cunt when it's offered. But what about my needs. Your tongue is talented and eager, but I need more than that sometimes, don't I?" "Yes." It was all I could say. She was right. "Tell me what my warm, wet pussy needs," she continued to drag her engorged, dripping lips across my face with rhythmic swings of her hips. "A cock," I croaked. My throat was dry. "Exactly! What I need is COCK," she almost moaned the word. I was so lost to the moment that I felt myself nodding. "Yes, you need a cock. A big, thick cock to fuck you deep!" A tiny voice in my head tried to cry out, but the roar of lust over road it. "A cock to fuck you hard and long and fill you with creamy cummmmmm." My mind was awash in images of huge cocks sliding into Valerie's pussy. Making here scream and cum over and over. None of them were mine. She was now humping faster against my face. "Yes! Yes! Fuck Yes!! I need a cock. NOW!" No pretense of teasing or taunting me now. Her only thought was cumming. "So empty! My pussy has been so empty for so long!" She was close I could tell. She was whimpering and moaning. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me with your big cocks!" She was lost completely in her own lust fogged world. "Take me, use me, fill me with your big, fucking, BLACK cocks!!" She went rigid, cumming so hard that all I could hear were whimpers and squeaks as every muscle in her body tried to lock, yet her hips still quivered and twitched as they fought to keep thrusting. As she came, my brain flashed to her words and as my hand touched my cock, I came so hard that I saw stars. Yet, as ropes of cum rocketed out of my cock, I could hear her words again. "fill me with your big, fucking, BLACK cocks!!" I had no idea what all of it meant. It excited me and scared me at the same time. * * * I upended the gym bag and began tossing my dirty clothes into the laundry. Thats when I saw the envelope and the bundle. The bundle looked like something wrapped up in some article of clothing. The envelope was a standard #10 business envelope and in feminine handwriting it just said, 'For Erica'. My hands started to shake a bit as I tore it open. I unfolded the piece of paper inside. It was written in the same pretty style as what was on the outside. I read through it and the shaking only got worse. I just wasn't sure if it was from fear or lust. It was a set of instructions for the day. Scattered throughout, the word 'Will', was written in bold and underlined. I reread it several times before putting it down and looking at the bundle. I wanted to open it now to confirm what was inside, but the the instructions specified, quite emphatically, that I was not to open it till I had completed certain other instructions. I sat down on the bed, confused, nervous, aroused and not a little scared. To follow these instructions would be a step I couldn't easily take back. Everything up till now, Gordon's 'use' of me in the locker room and the wild, encounter yesterday in Mark's office were all explainable as experiments. That first time was such a blur of curiosity, nervousness and lust. Completely out of my control, once things started. Sure I could have stopped, but I could still tell myself that I was pushed into it and therefore I could disavow myself of responsibility. Even yesterday, in Mark's office, had been a blindside. Off balance from the start, and unsure how to handle having the locker room scene on film, made me easy to influence. And with Lisa there, in all her erotic glory, I could again say I had little conscious control over things. But this. I looked at the letter again. To follow these instructions. No, not instructions. Commands. That's what they were. I was being ordered to do things that couldn't be explained away as 'caught up in the moment'. And worst of all, it would be very hard to keep Valerie from noticing something. I thought about that for a bit and then realized that Valerie noticing something wasn't the worst. The worst was that a part of me was actually eager to follow where I was being led. OK, excited too. My cock was already stiff. I reached down to stroke it. Then stopped myself. I looked at the instructions again. I guess I had made my choice. The very first item said that I was not allowed to cum on my own without instruction. "On my own." A shudder ran up my spine and my cock twitched again. I took a long deep breath and reached for the phone. After calling in sick to work, I headed into the bathroom. Digging around in the cabinet under the sink I found the unopened package of Fleet enemas. I had bought them months back for some reason or another, but never used one. It had seemed like something to use only if it was really necessary. But now, I held the package in my hands and felt a little thrill at what they were being used for now. I opened the package and pulled out the first one. Laid out a towel on the bathroom floor and got down on my hands and knees. It felt weird to push the narrow, lubed tip inside me, but when the mineral oil mixture began to flow... I felt strangely excited. I don't know if it was the sensation itself, the full feeling in my belly or just being on my knees on the bathroom floor. But I kinda liked it. Following my instructions, I rinsed myself out with one, then the other. I then refilled one with warm water for a final rinse. After I finished the third round, I started the bath. Making it as hot as I could stand, so it would stay warm longer, I began to sprinkle in some of Valerie's bath salts. This kind was one I always liked. It had a strong melon aroma that seemed very relaxing to me. As the tub filled, I grabbed Valerie's shaving cream and razor. By now the bathroom was filled with steam and the scent of melon. I felt myself relax as I took deep breaths. I gently lowered myself into the hot water. Letting my skin adjust. Our tub was a little wider than standard, so while I couldn't really stretch out, it was much more roomy than ones I'd had in the past. I don't know how long I lay there, my body throbbing with the warmth of the water and my head filled with that lovely scent. But I finally decided that if I was to finish what I had to do before I ran completely out of hot water, I'd best be about it. After warming the water a bit more, I took out the shaving cream and razor. It took a while to do it all, but I managed to only nick myself once. When I finally drained the tub and turned on the shower for a final rinse, I was almost hairless from my neck down. Underarms, chest (never had much there) and legs were completely smooth. My crotch was shaved except for a two inch, narrow strip of hair just above my cock. I had seen a number of hot models with that setup and couldn't resist trying it, since that specific was left to me. I got out and toweled off. It was then that I looked in the mirror. Wow. I had no idea how much difference the body hair made! And the little strip of hair on my crotch made my cock throb. My hand crept down to give it a stroke, but I yanked it away. If I was doing this, I was going to do it as instructed! I pulled on my robe and went back to the bed. The last thing on the letter was to open the bundle and follow the instructions there. I picked up the bundle and untied it. My breath caught as it came undone and my eyes locked on the red butt plug. I'd been in adult stores before and seen them. I think this was the medium size one, an inch and a half wide at it's thickest point and tapering back to less than an inch at the base. But it looked huge and made my ass clench at the thought of inserting it. There was another note, and with trepidation and a hint of excitement I opened it. "These are your final instructions. FIRST, you WILL apply a generous amount of the lube provided to your PUSSY and to your PLUG. You WILL then get on HANDS & KNEES and finger your PUSSY till it's relaxed enough to insert your PLUG. All the while you are doing this you WILL remember how GOOD it felt to have BIG, MANLY COCKS use your body for THEIR PLEASURE. You WILL think about how RIGHT it felt to SERVE those who are your SUPERIORS in every way. Now STOP READING and DO as you are TOLD!" My stomach was full of butterflies as I put the note down and climbed up onto the bed. I took the tube of lubricant and squeezed out some on my fingers. It was light and silky feeling. I leaned forward till my face was in the pillow and slid my fingers past my balls and over my ... my... pussy. My breath caught as I said the word in my mind. I massaged around the opening and then pressed a single finger in. "Fuuuuuuuckkkkkk." I moaned as my finger glided inside. I was so charged now that I was shaking. Between the enemas, the bath and being hairless and smooth, I was throbbing with lust. I lay there slowly sliding my finger in and out for a couple minutes. Amazed at the feeling of tightness and heat. Then, as I pulled all the way out, I added a second finger and pushed all the way in. Another moan escaped. It felt so fucking good to feel my... pussy stretched open by the second finger. Yesterday I had Mark's entire cock inside me, but then I was in a lust induced fog and was assaulted by so many sensations that I didn't really focus on any. But now, I reveled in the feel as I pulled my fingers all the way out, then slowly pushed them back in. I don't know how long I lay there, finger fucking myself. But at some point I began to moan softly and murmur "fuck me, fuck me." My head was filled with images from every sex movie I'd ever seen. Only now I just kept seeing those big, beautiful cocks as they penetrated mouths, pussies and asses. Reluctantly I pulled my fingers out. It was then that I notice that without conscious thought I had added a third finger. I couldn't resist toying with the entrance and noticing how much more relaxed and open it was. The lube also made it feel all sexy and sloppy too. I reached over and grabbed the plug. I squeezed out a dollop of lube on the tip and moved it to my entrance. With steady pressure, I felt my pussy begin to stretch open. Wider and wider till I felt the first real sting of pain. I pushed a little more and the pain increased and increased... then suddenly the widest part of the plug passed and it slid into place inside me. "Ooooohfuckyesssss!" I just lay there softly sighing at the feeling of fullness. That last second, as it just slipped into position inside me, of it's own accord, felt absolutely delicious! I just lay there, with my face mashed into the pillow and my hips rocking gently. Unable to resist, I reached back and began to pull the plug back out. I pulled till it was just about to pop free and then released it. "Oooooooohhhhyyyyeesssssssss." The feeling of the plug being pulled inside me that last few inches was amazing. Finally I rolled over onto my back and sat up, letting out a couple little moans as the plug moved inside of me. I stood up and looked at the last section of the card. "Now that your PUSSY is properly FILLED, you WILL keep it FILLED the rest of the day. Now get dressed using ONLY the items sent to you. You WILL wear ALL of the items! Once dressed PROPERLY, you WILL go to the gym at 4pm and work out as usual. You WILL do ALL your normal routines. You WILL receive further instructions there." I finished unfolding the bundle of clothes and gasped. How could I wear these to the gym? the closer I looked at everything the more I felt panic. I'd be a laughingstock the moment I walked in. I stopped the panicked thoughts, closed my eyes and took some deep breaths. Finally I opened them again and stared at the clothes, wondering what to do. I picked up the electric pink thong and looked at it. My nose caught a whiff of something and I pulled them closer. I felt a little light- headed as the distinct smell of pussy juice filled my nose. I pulled them up to my face and inhaled. Lisa's pussy. She must have had these on yesterday. Without really thinking more I stepped into them and pulled them up. They were made of a really stretchy lycra and though I didn't have Lisa's hips of ass, they still fit OK. It took some doing to try and get my cock and balls settled into the triangle of material. Luckily for me they had a little more fabric than some thongs I'd seen. The floss settled between my cheeks and over the plug. They felt really nice. I looked down and had to admit, my legs looked great and so did my ass. This was just too weird. Next came a pair of heather gray shorts with pink edging. I held them up and flushed anew. In an arc across the bu