jennypuss

It’s a struggle under the circumstances, but I manage to get my Chasity cage in place. Next come the Black stockings and garter belt, waist cincher,bra and panties. I put my hair in a ponytail before donning a hairnet. Then comes make up, giving extra attention to my eyes and lips - the eyes smoky with the flash of iridescent blue, lips, a dark red with a slippery coat of lip gloss. I don’t wanna look like a whore, but I do wanna look fuckable. What’s next? A choker, hoop earrings, black, patent leather pumps - that too easy to walk in, but they make me vulnerable and a little tipsy, just the excuse I need to wrap my arms around someone’s neck on the dance floor. What next, I ask myself again, this time, taking out my leather butt plug holder. Yes why not. I slip off my panties and pull on the harness, loading it with my medium size plug and a liberal coating of lubricant. I tighten the harness sit on a chair, squirm my ass until I feel it enter all the way. I let out a sigh and catch my image in the mirror. Mmmm, I looks sexy, I think. And more than just a little bit, naughty. Standing up, I pulled the harness a little tighter and put the panties back on back over the plug. Oh God, what if someone finds it what would they think of me? Will they tell their friends. Will all of them take turns on me on the dance floor, sliding their hands to the back of my panties and working the plug in and out of my pussy ass. Oh God will I go home with all of them, each taking their turns, fucking my wet pussy. Yes that thought does make me drip.

Gathering my courage, I call for a cab and head out on the street already blushing with anticipation. Harlow’s I tell the cab driver. He eyes me in the mirror. You look good he tells me. I blush deeper, smile, and say thank you. You look good yourself I find myself saying. Come find me at Harlow‘s. I tell him when you get off work. Maybe you can give me a lift home. I squirm in the seat, feeling the plug go deeper into my ass, reminding me of what I’m good for. It makes me act more boldly. We arrive at Harlem’s and he refuses my payment. I’ll collect later. He says with a chuckle. Oh my, I am blushing deeper again. Yes later, I managed to respond .

I show my ID at the door and the bouncer looks back-and-forth between the image on my license and the face before him. After a few tremulous moments, he waves me in with a smile.

Just as I had hoped, the club is filled with handsome black men gathered in groups of two and three. I order a drink and lean against the bar. The fellow on the stool next to me stands up and gestures for me to sit down. Now I find myself surrounded by three gorgeous black men pressing close as I cross my legs for the sake of modesty. Jenny, I say , when asked my name. They move fast like they’ve done this all before. one of them has his hand on my waist, another on my thigh, his lips finding mine for a brief touch. I gasp in surprise and just then, his hand slides up my thigh and I find my legs opening, giving him free access to what lies in the darkness. No no… no I whisper as his lips touched mine again, this time more insistently, making me open my lips in response. My mind is spinning I’m not thinking just reacting to the liberties they are taking. Vaguely, I’m aware of a hand between my legs, pressing against my chastity cage as his tongue explores my mouth. Oh God, I say when he releases his lips. I’m thinking stop what I say is please give me more. His lips are so full and soft and brazen I want more of it, but this time hands me over to his friend, whose lips somehow are even more disorienting then the first. Two hands are now between my legs. I’ve already stopped trying to keep them closed. My body has surrendered. My lips are open. I briefly remember the cab driver and my tacit invitation to go to bed with him. This makes me more horny if that’s possible. Can we dance, I suddenly say. I have to hold onto you though otherwise I’ll fall with these heels. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and when he presses into me, I feel his cock bulging and I know it’s big. I feel you I whispered in his ear. Do you like it? He asks. Yes, I love it I sinking into him more press my lips against his kiss him deeply. His hand slide up my ass under my dress and he grabs a hold of my plug and Works it in and out of my pussy. Oh God oh God, my mouth is open receiving his tongue I want his cock. I’m a slut you made me a slut. I want your cock. Am I thinking these things or actually saying them I don’t know anymore.

So, today we leave the duct tape over your mouth and pussy - your fuckholes - and put you to work. The stables need cleaning. You will wear your collar and leash and your 5" heels. Try not to slip and fall into the pigshit. You will give special attention to the Marquise's gray stallion. He needs cleaning, brushing, and oiling. His mood has been a bit rambunctious lately. There's a new mate in estrous and he's biting at the bit to have her. You may take his mind off her for awhile ; he's a got a good nose for ripe two legged mares too.

I take you to the stable. Shovel his shit I say. Let him smell you. He muzzles you between your legs. Ha ha , I think he likes you. You're lucky your cunt is taped up. And your mouth in case you start screaming. Which may just happen if I pull off the cunt tape. He's banging and whinnying and jerking his reins and now rising up on his hind legs to give you a view of his aroused state. Touch him I say. Underneath, grab his phallus, feel the size, the blood pulsing, the warmth, stroke him, stroke him. Our horse groom will hold him steady - another slick and muscular African with just a loincloth holding the reins - while you pleasure the Marquise's stallion. The silver stallions forelegs are on the top of the railing, his enormous penis 18" long and several inches thick, bouncing in front of your face. Stand there and make him cum, use your soft cheeks, your breasts, your oil slick fingers. Let me take that tape off and kiss his penis. Lick it like a lollipop. The stallion is neighing, chomping and stomping. Froth from his mouth. Go on, keep stroking, lick him you sick slut, he can smell your cunt, make him cum or I tear off that tape between your legs and let that stud cock cleave you in two. Use both hands. There you go...His lips are curling, he's bucking, keep stroking, lick him bitch! There he goes...A gallon of hot horse cum spraying in globs on your face and tits. It goes on for a minute. Lick his cock I tell you, lick him clean like he's the Marquise herself.

I pull you out of the stable and push you down on the hay. You are a stinking cum soaked stable whore mess. Boy, come here, I order the stallion master. Pull off the tape between her legs. You gasp in pain as the tape comes off with your hairs. Spread your legs. Feel her cunt. She is wet, sir, says he. Then take her now. She's more depraved than I ever thought possible. Put a bit on her and fuck her in the ass, that's what she deserves.

The stallion boy harnesses you up like a mare in heat and takes out his own horse dong, nearly 12" and thick and slick from his own exertions. These African boys are always ready to go. He uses you while we all watch - all the other maids and House boys gather round. When he pumps your ass full of his seed I tell him now to enter your mouth. She uses that mouth for sucking horse cock, now she can use it for licking her own shit. And what do you know, you take him all the way and he cums again the cum dripping out of the corners of your mouth with a slightly brownish tint.

After my initial encounter with M and Thor, i was left to simmer in my juices for over a week, flooded with a bewildering blend of emotions and sensations — a deep sense of humiliation and shame, overlaid with recurring waves of sexual arousal leaving me lost and squirming for relief, every trip to the toilet revealing panties slick and wet with the proof of my descent into ignominy. Damn it! i can’t stop thinking of having my pussy licked clean by a pack of dogs. It disgusts me, and makes me drip with anticipation. i spread the wetness over the tip of my clit —i’m a whore, Mistress. Will i hear from him again? Should i go back to the park on my own and just hope to see him? What do i do with myself? Of course, i dressed up everyday at home, trying on different outfits that i could wear out in public and still leave me vulnerable to canine incursions. i bought peanut butter and lard and stuffed my pussy with it, took short walks around the block to see the reactions of dogs and humans. With varying modes of expression both seemed interested. But i remained frantically unfulfilled. Then the text came: Bitch, be at the dog park tomorrow at noon, wear a collar. And a short skirt. Thor is hungry. Master Nick.

That night i hardly slept and in the morning called in sick. i shaved my pussy, legs and armpits. i lathered and filled my private parts with dog bait. And tried on numerous outfits at last deciding on a stiffly pleated high-waisted swing skirt and a lace top showing off my legs and D-cup tits. Underneath i wore a cage covered in lace thong panties, dark enough to satisfy obscenity regulations but too flimsy to offer protection against prying snouts. Already i could feel my panties wettening. Red lipstick, black stockings, and rhinestone studded dog collar. In my purse i stashed a leash, and hollowed out “tunnel” plug which i vaguely envisioned wearing at some point. It’s good to be prepared for all kinds of slutty opportunities.At noon i was sitting primly on a bench, looking as casual as i could under the circumstances, legs crossed, a sticky oozing feeling in my pussy reminding me of my role for the day. Then, out of nowhere, the Great Dane was in front of me pushing my legs apart with his powerful head and diving in with his tongue. It all happened too quickly for me to offer any defense. As i yelped and squirmed this way and that a loud click stopped me in my tracks, a sharp tug on my collar quieted my protestations, and then his voice, authoritative and sure, “Come now, bitch, it’s time for your training.”Through the park we walked, my face red with shame, my panties dark with anticipation. Just outside the park, on the sidewalk, Master stopped and commanded, Pee!. It took a moment to realize He was talking to me. Yes, you, bitch, this is where you do it and if you are not obedient i will make you lick it up. The street was not crowded though a car was approaching. Quickly i squatted. Nothing came out though i felt an intense pressure on my bladder. I took a deep breath and let my mind go blank, a small trickle then a powerful stream flooded the pavement. Aah, yes, good doggie. Thor pushed his nose into my ass and licked me clean. In spite of my humiliation, or perhaps because of it, i found myself sinking willingly, even gratefully, into my bitch dog status.

Moments later Master led the two of us - Thor and me - into his apartment. With a click of his tongue and a sharp slap of the leash he ordered me onto my knees. Quickly an O-ring gag cinched right on my face, my collar clipped to an eye bolt in the floor. Ass in the air, He barked. Panties pulled to the side and a lubed fist thrust in my ass. i scream. Again, in goes the fist. This time i moan and push my ass higher. i hear growling. Now comes something even bigger penetrating my gaping pussy, some kind of enormous plug. From the kitchen i hear a can peel open and then a handful of wet mush pushed into the open end of the plug. It smells meaty. i realize Master is filling my ass with dog food.

Pussy, he shouts, and Thor lunges forward burrowing his enormous tongue into the hole in my ass and i hear him slobbering and sucking the food out of me. Master releases me in time and orders me on my back knees up. Once again he spreads the meaty goop this time on my cage. Clit, he says, and Thor comes between my legs and slathers my caged cock hungrily. i can’t help it, it makes me hard and i’m writhing in pain as my turgid cock strains against the cage . I’m screaming and rolling side to side and Thor keeps licking. Thorough bastard that he is.

Breathless and blue Master pulls me by the leash to a sitting position. My mouth is wide open and in it he shoves more of the dog meat. He wipes it with his hands on my face. Standing back, he turns to Thor and says, Mouth. i’m seized with panic. No!, i try to yell but it comes out as something primal and unintelligible. i try to slide away but my ankles have been anchored to the floor. Thor’s on me, his tongue inside my mouth eating his dinner from my last remaining orefice. Pussy, Clit, Mouth. Master is training Thor to use my holes on command.

You will come here every Friday at noon for training. You are here for our pleasure. Now show your thanks to Thor. Cock.

I sat dumbfounded. He was training me the same way as he did, Thor.

Are you deaf, bitch? I said COCK. Show Thor how much you appreciate his attention. That’s right, use your mouth, make him feel good. Lick his ass. Lick his balls. Ah, he’s getting hard. Open wide. Take his dog cock like a good bitch. Yes, suck, suck you dirty whore.

Helpless and beholden, i did as i was told and i swallowed Thor’s cum. And now i wanted Master to fuck me. i asked for it, i begged for it. You disgust me whore with that filth spilling out of your cunt and mouth. you service Thor first and maybe then we’ll see if you deserve my cock. Put on some lipstick and go back to the park. Wait there for half an hour. Let the other dogs lick and sniff you. I will come for you in 30 minutes and you will let Thor fuck you in the bushes. If you’re not there waiting for us you will never see us again.

Now go!

There is a voice at the door. Lucy, are you in there? Are you OK?

Lucy has her mouth stuffed with cock and can’t talk right now. Come back in an hour.

I pull out of your mouth to give you a chance to respond to your husband, but you dont say a word. You just open your mouth wider and reach for my cock, I drive it in deep just as my buddy enters your cunt, you let out a little scream, and then start moaning, drool running down your chin. Outside the thin fabric at the tent, we can hear someone shuffling. It’s either a bear or your boyfriend. I unzip the door and tell him to have a look.

I ask you does your husband ever fuck you like this? You shake your head no. Does your boyfriend have a small penis? This time you speak… yes yes he is very small. Would you like him to watch you get fucked by a real man? You nod in the affirmative.

But he has to take his clothes off. It turns out hubby is pathetically submissive; he strips naked, we make a space for him, tie his hands behind his back and stuff his wife’s panties in his mouth. My buddy and I change places now my cock is in your cunt and you’re licking off your juices from my friends manhood. Lucy is a good little whore. She even likes it in the ass. Watch. My cock slides into your asshole like a good neighbor. Your asshole is wet and slick from your juices, running down the crack of your ass. At nearly the same time I cum in your ass and my friend shoots his load down your throat and then you start to fucking scream. Fuck me fuck me you say oh God. I’m shooting gobs of cum into your dirty bum hole. I’m still hard as I pull out and face your boyfriend. Your turn, I say. I pull the panties out of his mouth and replace it with my cock. Suck me, lick me, lick like your wifey does. Oh my you’re a good cocksucker. I think I’ll come again. You watch in disgust and amazement as hubby eagerly, obediently cleans up my filthy cock with his mouth swallowing most of my second load in as many minutes.

I reach down between his legs and find his little penisl stiff as a golf pencil. I stroke him. Tell him to keep swallowing. Take every little drop of my cum. Don’t you wanna see your wife get fucked again,yes, of course you do. My other friend who had been, up to this point, filming everything dropped his drawers, and out popped his 11 inch cock. We saved the best for last I tell him. Shall we start in her mouth or in her pussy?

Or her tight little bum hole. Ask her how she wants it go ahead ask your wife how she wants to get fucked by a stranger with a 11 inch cock.

Everywhere you say, anywhere you want.

You have to say where, say it loud so your hubby hears it.

In my mouth. Fuck my mouth.

So he straddles your face and slaps your cheeks and mouth with his cock telling you to open wide you do as you’re told and he slowly works his fat Tool in between your lips. Just so there’s no doubt that you’re enjoying it friend number one works his fingers in and out of your sopping wet cunt. It’s obvious to everyone how aroused you are. Meanwhile, I’m getting hard again and I stick my cock back in your hubby’s mouth and continue stroking his little clit. He is tiny but hard and dripping. he likes to see his wife get fucked by strangers. Come on you little fuck, cum at the same time as your wife. Yes she’s riding the wave right now. There she goes fat thick cock in her mouth three fingers in her cunt and now little cumslut boyfriend is dribbling his sissy semen on my hand. I slap his face. I slap him again grab the back of his head and drive my cock down his faggot throat listening as he gurgles on my cum.

It was dark when I got home and parked across the street from the house. My wife’s car was in its usual spot. Ahead of me, parked with the lights off was a car I didn’t recognize. Two heads framed by the rear window talking to one another, and then the one on the right leaning into the driver for a kiss. The kiss lingered and then grew into passionate necking. I had a sick feeling in my gut, but yet was still transfixed by what I was watching. Feeling nervous and uncomfortable, I got out of my car, crossed the street to my house and let myself in. Honey, I called. No answer. My discomfort deepened.

Although my wife and I had long ago stopped sharing a bed together I still kept an active connection with her. Just as I was pondering if she had been the passenger in the car outside, the door opened and my wife stepped in, looking somewhat disheveled. Oh, you’re home, she said, quite unnecessarily. I noticed her lipstick was smeared. She kissed me on the lips and I could smell sex and taste it too. Before I could gather my thoughts, she bid me a good night and disappeared into the bedroom. Had she given that guy a blowjob?; she never liked to do that. But her mouth was wet and her lips swollen. I felt a stab of jealousy, but also a twitching in my groin, a nascent erection pressing helplessly against the chastity cage I had recently begun to wear most of the time. My head was aswirl but without a doubt I was aroused. My wife had just given a blowjob to a stranger! Oh, my God, this is the inevitable consequence of my years-long addiction to dressing as a girl and dreaming of cock. My secret slut fantasies had manifested in my wife taking a lover.

I was aroused, but didn’t dare enter the bedroom. Instead, as was my wont when turned on, I found my lipstick underneath the guest bed where I spent my sexless nights and painted my lips red. I was just about to strip down to my panties when came a knock at the door. I froze. My wife yelled from the bedroom, answer it. I quickly zipped up and open the front door, and there stood a tall black man holding a purse. Excuse me, he said, your wife left this behind In my car, I nearly drove off with it. We both stood there in awkward silence. Suddenly, my wife emerged from the bedroom, wearing just panties and a stretchy, thin cotton tank top with no bra. Interestingly, she had just painted her lips too. Why don’t you invite Our guest in? And then, what’s that on your lips? Oh my God how embarrassing. Come in, she said, and reached for our guest’s arm, taking both him and the purse into our home.

Brief introductions followed: This is Howard, My boss. Howard, this is Jamie my husband. As you can see, he’s a sissy, and then, brazenly, she pressed up against Howard thanked him for bringing In her purse, Nuzzled him on his neck and then opened her mouth to receive his lips. A long wet kiss ensued. She turned to face me and pressed her ass into Howard’s groin. Her nipples were protruding prominently through the fabric of her tank top, And a large, widening dark spot of wetness was clearly visible on her panties. Arching her back, she reached behind to grab his hand and place it Between her legs and then opening the waistband, she guided his fingers down into the dark wet recesses of her sex. Speechless I watched and listened to his fingers going in and out of her cunt making squishy sounds that mingled with my wife’s moans. His other hand cupped her left breast he pulled her top up over her tits and pinched and twisted her nipples. Her moans grew louder.

She stared directly at me and pulled down her panties, so I could see his fingers separating and penetrating her pussy lips. Take off your pants, She ordered me through heavy breathing. Oh, look at your panties how sweet. Show Howard your little clit. It’s all locked up and so small, So pathetic, so worthless, but you’re dripping just like a girl. Howard show my sissy husband what a real man looks like. With my wife’s help Howard dropped his pants. He wasn’t wearing underwear and his cock sprung out at full attention. It was huge thick long with an enormous head that was itself slick with pre-come. Tell Howard what a beautiful big cock he has, Tell him you are his slave and you will do as he says, call him master, thank him for pleasing your wife for giving her what she deserves, and you could never provide. Tell him now, let me hear it. As I repeated the words of total abnegation as a man and husband, Howard entered my wife from behind and with two or three thrusts of his cock she exploded with an orgasm of great intensity and duration.

Oh there she is now with arms around a man at a table with three guys, waving me over. The guy is smiling and waving me also. Oh no all the guys are waving to me and my wife is laughing along with the rest of them. She’s putting her head on his shoulder and then all of a sudden kissing. Not just a little peck, but a deep passionate sustained wet kiss.

Without any good options, and with a swirl of conflicting emotions, I stood up and made my way over to the table, using the napkin at my waist to hide the wet spot which had grown into something quite large. Dear, meet Daniel a good friend of mine. whom I’ve gotten to know very well these past couple months. he extended his hand and I took it gently like a girl would. His eyes and smile told me that he recognized my small act of submission. Nice to meet you I said. My name is — I nearly said Jenny— before catching myself and correcting my name to Jason. A pleasure to meet you, Jenny. He had caught my flub and gave it right back to me. You have a lovely wife, Jenny, and very generous of you to share her. She’s told me a lot about you. I think we could become good friends too.

At that moment, my wife looked at me with disgust and the men at the table burst into derisive laughter. My napkin had fallen to the floor and the pee-soaked front of my pants was visible to all. Oh, Jesus, Jason, I can’t take you anywhere. Go to the bathroom and dry your pants with the hand dryer. And pay the bill. I’m leaving now with Daniel and his friends. I’ll see you tomorrow. I hesitated. Go she said loudly, you are a disgrace, absolutely worthless as a man.

See you around, Jenny, Daniel said as he took my wife by the waist. and kissed her again on the lips, this time right in front of me. Your wife is the best, he assured me, and we three will take good care of her tonight, don’t you worry.

A few moments pass and as i try to regain my composure a man comes up with a Great Dane at his side, and says to me, “i see that you’re off leash. Where’s your owner?”

i don’t know, i’m lost.

Let me see your tag. He reaches for my collar and reads aloud, “jenny”.

Yes, i answer. Reaching into my purse i pull out the leash and hand it to him. A smile crosses his lips for the first time and with a snap that make my pussy tingle he clips it to my collar.

Come, bitch, Thor here would like to get to know you better. And i’d like to be entertained. It’s a short walk to my flat. You may walk on two legs there, but once inside you’re to be on all fours and i only want to hear dog sounds coming your mouth. Understood?

Nodding demurely, i say yes.

Yes, what, bitch?

Yes, Master, i reply.

Good. Now home. Follow Thor.

i suppose that we’ve been drifting apart for years what with having no sexual contact between us. That’s to be expected. The greater the length of abstinence that transpired the more difficult and pointless a restoration of intimacy seemed. so I pulled away into the world of my own fantasies inspect my my days and evenings dreaming about dressing as a girl. I shopped for panties and bras breast forms wigs dresses short skirts high heels all the fun girly stuff and of course dildos bigger and bigger cause I love to fuck myself when I dress like a whore and on the days when I’m alone at home in the shower shave my pussy and my legs and under my arms and I lay down in the tub and feel the spray of the handheld caressing my pussy and clit and dream about going out dancing and meeting a handsome well built black man and his friend trading partners flirting kissing and then taking a cab home sitting between the two of them in the backseat one hand on each side lightly grazing their full, swelling crotches feeling the throb inside and then a strong large roaming hand - 2 of them! - ride up under my dress touching my cage, i spread my thighs open welcoming their presumptuous forays, my panties pulled away fingers finding the crack of my ass, fingers in my pussy, my mouth open against his, surrendering i take his tongue and push my ass into the boy next to me. His lips steal away my last reserves of resistance i stroke his cock through his pants and swoon at its girth, i moan as i feel fingers delving into my asspussy, and i know that his tongue is just preparing my mouth for bigger things to come.In a moment or two we will be in my apartment and they both will soon make use of my holes at their leisure and pleasure.

These are my thoughts as I spray my clit in the shower. Always halting my reverie just short of an orgasm so I can feel horny, wanton and feverishly restless all day long until maybe later I fuck myself.

So no wonder my wife began to get restless herself. Just recently in the last few months her schedule became less predictable. She would arrive home later and later in the evening and would seem to have no time for me no patience just dismiss or outright ignore me. Though a little disconcerting it was not entirely unwelcome since I am often shaving my pussy and putting on mascara during the day its for the better that she not look too closely at me. So every night we just go to sleep in our bed on separate sides and don’t touch and I feel like my secret is safe. And maybe her secret as well. Just lately I’ve noticed another change — at times she seems happier, more animated, laughing easily and other times short- tempered, sarcastic and belittling. And in bed i can smell her, she smells of sex, if i remember how that smells. A couple times i could hear a wet squishy sound coming from her direction, accelerated breath, and low moans. i’m pretty sure she’s fingering herself but i’m too afraid to ask. As for me, I’m taking greater risks dressing up, wearing panties at home and to bed, going out in the streets shopping feeling more and more like a girl and really enjoying it.

One evening I came home late. parked across the street from my house. In front of me was a car I didn’t recognize. I sat there staring straight ahead and I could see that they were kissing, the windows slightly fogged. Began with a few pecks and then their lips came together and stayed locked as heads and bodies turned and squirmed lips briefly parting and rejoining. I sat transfixed. After an extended make out session my wife - yes, there was no longer any doubt - stepped out of the car to leave but not before the driver pulled her back in, her head disappearing behind the seat somewhere, i imagined, in the vicinity of his lap. He reached a long arm over and pulled the door shut. He raised himself in his seat, seemed to struggle a bit and then lowered himself down. my wife’s head did not come

up. After several minutes she reappeared. He pulled her mouth to his lips and kissed her deep and long his tongue probing inside. And then, he pushed her head back down and held her there. Even from my obscured view i could clearly see him jerking up and down and i knew without a doubt that my wife was getting fucked in the mouth. At last the gyrations slowed to a halt, her head reappeared and their lips came together once again. A final peck and she withdrew reluctantly from the car. i waited until she entered the house and then followed her in.

So many conflicting emotions pulsed through my head. Jealousy, of course. A deep ache. But indeniably, arousal. For months, maybe years, i had fantasized about coming out to her as a girl, and then getting cuckolded in return. And now it was happening in real time, right in front of my eyes. And by a black man, no doubt with a cock twice my size. i was caught in paradox, traumatized and inflamed. Which part of me would win out - the indignant and righteous lover, or the feminized, craven creature hungering for humiliation. Soon, it would become inescapably clear as to my destiny.