I’m a Dom
and for all of you unintiates out there, it means I get off by forcing others
to do my sexual bidding. I specialize in submissive women and, over the years,
I’ve topped dozens of the most beautiful women in the area. This is a tale of
one of the times that I got to have a lot of fun, all at the expense of a
beautiful, submissive woman and her wimp of a husband.
It started casually, like most of these encounters do. One of my co-workers, a
sweet blonde named Cathy, exhibited typical submissive behavior whenever she
was around me: the batting eyelashes, the hands held behind her back,
addressing me as ‘sir’ even outside of the business setting and other, less
obvious, clues. Clues that my experienced eye can pick up.
I had met her husband once at a holiday party and he seemed to seek her
permission before eating, sitting and even breathing. I noticed this and made a
mental note to pursue a relationship with his adorable wife.
About a month later, I found myself alone in the office with an obviously upset
Cathy. I gently inquired into her problem and was given a quick brush-off,
similar to what would stop most men in their tracks. I, however, suspecting
that the little vixen was truly a sub, pushed right past the barrier.
“Tell me what’s wrong. Right now!” I demanded.
Through her tears, she blurted out a tale of long, lonely nights, spent alone
in her home, while her husband surfed the ‘net in their spare bedroom. Then,
that very morning, she had found a letter that he had posted detailing ‘his
greatest fantasy’: sucking another man’s cum from his sexy wife’s pussy.
Cathy was a confused mix of emotions. Part of her was disgusted at the though
of her man wanting to eat sperm, part of her was shattered at the thought that
her husband wanted to give her to another man and another part was turned on by
idea of strong man fucking her, instead of her husband.
Over the next half hour, I shared the story of my marriage with Cathy. She said
she was impressed with my openness and asked if she could speak to my wife. I,
of course, agreed.
The following Saturday night, my wife and Cathy got together over a glass of
wine and, before they were finished, my wife had set up an event for me for the
following weekend.
Cathy told her husband that they we going to a hotel so they could play the
type of sex games that he liked. She promised to tie him up and pretend that
she was being fucked by some handsome man. He jumped at the opportunity to play
this game, feeling especially lucky that his wife had ‘stumbled’ upon his
biggest fantasy.
I had a few surprises in store for Cathy, as well: a few well-hung buddies of
mine that had performed well with my wife over the years, all of whom promised
to abstain from sex for a week to increase the amount of cum in their balls.
I arrived at the hotel at the appointed time. Cathy was waiting for me in the
bar wearing a silver, buttoned-front, sequined mini-skirt. She cast her eyes at
her feet the moment she saw me.
“What preparations have you made for me, Little One?” I asked.
“Sir, Ronny is upstairs in our room, tied to a big chair and blindfolded. He
thinks I’m down here pretending to pick up a man to fuck.”
“Are you wet?”
She blushed about 30 shades of red and, in a tiny voice said, “Yes, sir.”
“Are you going to do whatever I wish you to?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Even if what I ask goes against your principles and morals?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you understand that I am going to help you through this crisis in your
marriage and in return, I expect total obedience from you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Very well then. Let’s go upstairs.” I escorted the lovely woman to their room and, as she had said, Ronny was tied
to a chair, naked, with a three and a half inch erection pointed at the
ceiling. Cathy played her part exceptionally well. She started talking to me
about sperming her pussy so her husband could lick it out. I remained silent to
further Ronny’s fantasy (and to increase his shock when the true nature of this
evening was revealed to him).
“I’m stripping for my lover now,” Cathy cooed as she began disrobing.
I always enjoy watching a woman strip for me the first time and watching Cathy
was no exception. She began by slowly unbuttoning her dress. As each button was
unhinged, more and more of her delightful skin was revealed to me.
When it was open down the front, she shrugged her shoulders and the dress fell
in a puddle at her feet. Cathy was left wearing only a white lace bra and panty
set and her silver heels.
“Are you naked yet?” Ronny asked.
“My lover is looking at me with just my underwear on,” she replied.
I motioned to her to remove the bra and panties. Before she complied, however,
I saw the most delicious blush extend from the her face to the tops of her
proud breasts.
She didn’t have the soul of a stripper, so both garments were shed in just a
few seconds, but the sight of her slim, taut body was awesome. Her breasts were
probably 34C. She had a narrow waist and fine hips. Her light blond hair
cascaded around her shoulders, accentuating the slightly darker blond patch at
the apex of her trim legs.
She did a pirouette, exhibiting her fine body to my lusty gaze.
“Are you naked yet?” Ronny asked again.
I motioned to Cathy to hand me her panties. When she did, I showed her the
crotch, where her juices had soaked the fabric to transparency. She blushed
even deeper and I silently ordered her to gag her interfering husband with the
fragrant, moist garment.
“My lover has ordered me to gag you,” Cathy told her husband.
Ronny willingly opened his mouth and accepted this humiliation.
Then Cathy started to throw phrases at him such as “I’m on the bed now”, “I’m
spreading my legs now” and “I’m showing him your wife’s hot, wet cunt now”.
All the while I was sitting in another chair enjoying her show and as she
described each action, she performed it for my enjoyment.
“I’m fingering my clit now,” she said, shuddering with enjoyment as a small
orgasm coursed through her nervous system.
I must admit, by this time, I was hard as a rock and looking forward to sinking
my eight inch bone into her dripping slot.
Whimpers and moans came from her bound, blindfolded and gagged husband as I
joined Cathy on the bed. She described every detail of the encounter for him as
I used her thoroughly. She sucked my cock, making a lot of unnecessary noise,
she gave herself to me in many positions and she freely accepted my cum in her
tight cunt.
As I relaxed after the fact, she started telling Ronny how much cum I had left
in her. She walked over to where he was confined and removed the panties from
his mouth.
“That was awesome, honey,” he said.
“I know, darling. Mike’s cum is dripping down my thighs right now. Do you want
a taste?”
“Yes, baby. Let me taste you, right now!”
Cathy perched herself on the seat of the chair with one foot on either side of
Ronny’s bound legs. She pressed her pubis against his face and pulled his head
into her recently defiled pussy.
Ronny enthusiastically began licking the sloppy cunt offered to him, but soon
began to slow his pace.
“What’s wrong, honey?” Cathy asked.
“You taste different tonight.”
“Come on, honey. You’re just sucking another man’s sperm from my pussy. Its
your biggest fantasy, right?”
“No, really, honey. Why do you taste different?”
“I’ll tell you after you’ve cleaned me up.”
Ronny dove back into her and continued his assigned task. I could tell he was
confused because his small cock would get soft then get hard again as he
wrangled with his thoughts.
When Cathy was pleased with his efforts, she dismounted him and came over to
sit with me on the bed. I lit a cigarette.
“Honey, I smell smoke,” Ronny said, kind of panicky.
“Don’t worry, darling. It’s my lover. He smokes. Would you like to meet him?”
“Of course. I’d like to see the man you just made love to. But if you take off
my blindfold, does it mean our game is finished for tonight?”
Cathy walked over to him, stuffed the wet panties back in his mouth, removed
the blindfold and said, “No, you worthless piece of shit. Our evening is just
beginning.”
When she stepped out of his line of vision and he saw me sitting on the bed,
casually smoking, his panic-filled eyes made both Cathy and me laugh out loud.
He began making undecipherable noises into the gag but Cathy left him sitting
there and came over to me, engulfing my cock with her mouth.
“That’s right, Ronny, ” I said, uttering my first words since entering the
room, “That was my cum you just ate from your wife’s cunt.”
Ronny began whining until Cathy stopped what she was doing and followed a plan
we had formed earlier. She walked over to him and slapped his flagging penis
about a half dozen times.
“If you don’t stop crying,” she said, “I’ll keep slapping your miserable excuse
for a cock until you do. Do I make myself clear?”
Ronny nodded dejectedly and Cathy came back to me to resume sucking my hungry
cock.
Before long, I blew a load of cum in her mouth and she held the sticky white
semen in her pretty mouth. I watched as she walked back over to her husband and
looked him in the eye. She got down on her knees and spat the load on Ronny’s
now-hard cock.
With disdain in her voice, Cathy began to demean her husband, “You no-good,
waste of a man. Look at you! Sitting there with a hard-on while another man’s
cum drips through your crotch. I’m embarrassed to call you my husband. No real
man would ever allow himself to become excited at the thought of his wife
getting spermed by another ”
Her tirade was interrupted by Ronny’s penis. It erupted with a mighty blast,
showering Cathy and him with cum.
She made a big show of wiping the cum from her body saying, “You see? You cum
while I’m telling you how low you are. Now you can just sit there in your mess
while I ask my new lover if he’ll use me again.”
Cathy came over to me with a slight look of sadness in her eyes and said, “Sir,
can I be your woman now?”
“Will you do ALL that I ask of you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Get dressed, we’re going out.”
Part Two After she dressed, we went back to the hotel bar, leaving the asshole tied to
the chair and sitting in a combination of his cum and mine. Along the way, I
told her that her pussy was going to get a real workout and she hesitated. But
only for a second. I have to say that once she got a taste for a man’s cock,
she wanted them all.
We met my friends in the bar where they were having a drink while waiting for
us. I introduced Cathy to the group of five guys that I had assembled for her
and she shyly shook each one’s hand.
“Cathy wants each and every one of you to make a deposit in her private sperm
bank, Gentlemen. But first there is a situation with her husband that needs
attending to,” I began.
“We’re trying to cure him of an obsession with sucking cum from Cathy’s pretty
little pussy and that’s why we’re all here tonight”.
As I spoke, Cathy did not make eye contact with any of the men, but I could
tell she was excited and looking forward to the adventure. I continued with my
instructions for my friends and soon we were all headed back to the room.
Upon entry, Ronny was understandably panicked. Soon he was surrounded by Cathy,
me and five of my toughest looking swing buddies. Each was a devout
heterosexual and all found it funny that this wimp of a man wanted to suck
sperm from his wife.
Once the door was secured, the men wasted no time getting Cathy naked. In a
flash, she was pounced upon by five horny men and soon the guys were vying for
attention as Cathy serviced them with her mouth, hands, breasts and pussy. My
buddies knew that we were planning a grand finale, so none of them allowed
themselves to come.
Poor Cathy got a lot over the next hour. She was fucked, double-fucked,
squeezed, pinched, she had her ass slapped a few hundred times, she was bitten
on her breasts and clitoris, she had fingers slipped into her asshole and much,
much more.
Ronnie, on the other hand, was left completely alone as he helplessly watched
his wife being slutted out for my entertainment. His little red cock looked
painfully hard the few times I looked over towards him. But I ignored his
pleading eyes, preferring instead to watch Cathy get used and abused by about
a thousand pounds of men. All one hundred pounds of her.
When the guys were at a fever pitch, we began the next-to-last phase of the
plan. The six of us grabbed Ronny as Cathy untied him. We positioned him on the
bed and bound him, spread-eagle on his back with his head at the foot of the
bed. Cathy mounted him in a classic sixty-nine position and we removed the
panty gag.
Immediately, he began to protest the indignities we were heaping on him, but
Cathy smacked his cock a few more times and he wisely shut up.
One by one the men straddled Ronny’s head and sunk their bursting rods into
Cathy’s moist tunnel. And one by one, they each spermed her slut-cunt only
inches away from his disbelieving eyes. As each dismounted her, she pushed her
sloppy wetness right onto his face and smacked his balls until he had cleansed
the sperm from her.
Five times we repeated this action until each man had gotten off in Ronny’s
wife. Her cunt and his hair and face were matted with blobs of the sticky
stuff.
From watching all the hot action, I was now ready to cum and Cathy knew just
what I expected her to do for me. She, once again, sucked me until I ejaculated
into her mouth, strode over to where her wimp/husband was still tied (but no
longer struggling), and spat my fresh load of cum right in his face.
“You vile man,” she hissed at him, “Now you’re ready for the last phase of
tonight’s game.”
Cathy came over and sat, naked, on my lap as the five men changed Ronny’s
bondage. He was soon tied on his knees with his shoulders touching the floor,
his ass high in the air. We blindfolded and gagged him again and got dressed.
As we left to go to another room to continue banging Cathy, I let some
acquaintances from the local gay men’s group into the room with Ronnie. He
would have a ball getting his sperm right from the source. Epilogue Cathy could never be with Ronny again. He found happiness meeting men for five
dollar blow-jobs in the back alleys of New York City.
Cathy learned, before it was too late, that she needed a man who knew which
partner was supposed to provide sperm and which was supposed to eat it. She
lived with my wife and me for a few months until she met a great guy at a party
I threw. He still loans her to me whenever I get nostalgic for her cute body.
