Message-ID: <20624eli$9903180425@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: unstablxxx@aol.com (UnstablXXX) Subject: {UnstablXXX} The Wimp (Wife, cum, semi-NC, humil.) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990317164405.25671.00000133@ng-fc1.aol.com> Reposting or archiving of this document is permitted, provided this disclaimer and all notices remain attached and no money is charged for the dubious privilege of reading it. If reading this document is illegal where you live, leave immediately. If you are under 18, leave immediately. If you offend easily, leave immediately. If you like raunchy sex, read on…. If you enjoy the story, I can be reached at unstablxxx@aol.com. The Wimp Part One Sometimes I get to have fun. Other times I get to have a lot of fun. 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. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----