The rumors spread about Mrs. Marooney getting pregnant by a black guy fast and she left and he quit as Principal soon after. I made sure that I was in the clear and my Auntie and uncle had to have the whole story from me. Soon after I noticed that Ms. Stevenson was extra friendly. I was in the hall one day and she came up and whispered in my ear, “Oh I wish I could eat you for hours.” I turned to her and said that I was not busy after last period and would really enjoy it. She picked me up at a store around the corner and drove me to her house and I called Uncle Jack to say I would be home late. “Why not stay the night dear?” she said and I asked and Uncle JAck said it was good as long as he knew where I was at.

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We had supper and then some wine and soon were naked and in front of the TV on the couch. She was carressing me all over and soon the TV faded into the background and she was eating my pussy so good I kept having orgasm after orgasm. We went to the bedroom and she continued where she had left off at, sucking my nipples and kissing me the way she had learned I loved to be kissed. She begged me to eat her and so I took over and was on top and slowly went down her tummy and found her swollen clit and began biting it and making her squirm. “Oh please please she begged me, make me have my orgasm, I need it bad.” she moaned and so I did just that, licking her deep with my tongue I found her magic spot and drove up first up the wall then over it. She had a sweetness about her juices that I never found out what caused it but she was sweet. The next morning we were kissing and I said, “So why have you been so friendly and nice to me Ms. Stevenson?” “I told you last night to call me Madison Masterson Hun,” she said and kissed me. “Well, the reason is that I do not want to get you mad at me dear.” and she kissed me again.

“You keep kissing me like that and we may as well stay naked all day.” I said. She laughed and stopped kissing me. “I want to take you to Biloxi and introduce you to a friend of mine hun, would that be okay?” she asked me. “Who is it?” I asked her. “Well, I have a girlfriend that that loves younger women and she has never had anyone like you, especialy as young as you dear, at least not for a long time.” she told me. “Sure, Biloxi sounds good, I will tell Auntie Jubilee I will be home, when?” I said. “Oh, late Sunday evening” she said and I called and told them. Don’t worry about things to wear, I will take care of that for you, besides, we will not be wearing much anyway” she said and we laughed. We dressed and I wore a tank top and shorts and no bra or panties. Madison Masterson wore a pull over and shorts and no bra or panties either and so we drove top down in the Camero convertable to Biloxi down on the Mississippi coast. We stopped and got lunch and everyone in the place was checking us out even the women and we both giggled like she was my age instead of 32 years old which is what she was at the time. One of the guys at a table next to us kept trying to get her and I to go with him and stopped when she winked and said to me, “Oh hun, you make me so hot that I can’t wait to get you to the hotel and naked. I am gonna eat that pussy all up.” The guy left after that and we laughed.

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We drove on and went to I110 and to a nice home with a privacy fence and she stoped and got out and opened the gate and drove in and closed the gate. We went to the house and took her bag and went in. “Don’t we have to knock?” I said. “I never have before” she said. We went in and a lovely woman came out totally naked, and greeted Ms. Stevenson with a hug and deep kiss. “And who is this lovely thing?” the woman said. “This is Tess” Ms. Stevenson said. She came over and hugged me and kissed me gently on the lips. “So who is this?” I said to Madison Masterson. “Oh, sorry, this is my mother, Lady Sonia.” she said and I almost fell over. “You didn’t think you were the first woman I had ever been with did you dear?” she said both laughing. “Now undress both of you while I get drinks” Lady Sonia said and walked away. She was very firm and nice. We had a few drinks and Lady Sonia sat on one side of me and Madison Masterson on the other. She carelessly carressed my nipples making them hard and then kissed them both. I leaned back and spread my legs ready for what I was hoping was next. Lady Sonia kissed me deep and Madison Masterson was playing with my clit and I kissed her back. “Oh you are nice” Lady Sonia said and then began sucking my nipples as Madison Masterson went down between my legs and began sucking my lips. Soon I was in a nice 69 with Lady Sonia and we both wet each other’s faces. “Mother, I have a surprise for you.” Madison Masterson said as we all hugged and kissed. “What is that dear.” she said. “What is the youngest woman you have been with, besides me that is.” “Well, 26 I suppose.” she said. “Well, that has changed today.” Madison Masterson said laughing. “Oh really, so Tess is 26 then?” “Tell her how old you are Tess” Madison Masterson said. “I am 38.” I said and Lady Sonia almost fell off the bed we had moved to. “There is no way.” she said. “Yeh Mother, she is one of the teachers at my school.” We all laughed and kissed and made love again all the time Lady Sonia saying “Oh you are so sweet dear, so beautiful and sweet.”

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We dressed later, in as little as was legal and went to a bar down past the base and went in. I was never asked for an ID or anything and we all got very wasted. Soon, I was sitting in the booth, my tank top up and a woman on each side of me sucking a tit. Several people gathered around and watched as these three women lost their clothes and fingered and ate each other right there. Finally we left after several people giving us phone numbers, some were women. We drove back and went back to bed and did not wake up until late. All weekend it was the same, Eat food, eat pussy, drink, eat food and pussy and finally Madison Masterson and I drove home.

We are great friends after that weekend.

It wasn’t suppose to end like this, but maybe it was. Yeah, I was another of those little dicks who wanted it all. You cant fucking have it all, sometimes you cant have any. Sitting in my furnished apartment, all by myself, over thinking how a fantasy can get out of hand, fast, once unleashed. I took a boring, but safe and functional, marriage and destroyed it, all because I wanted to act out my feelings of inferiority, just because my cock is undersized…

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It nagged at me from the start of our relationship, that weird game all wimps play, if my attractive, successful, wife wants me, a clearly inferior man, then what is wrong with her. It was easy at the time to convince myself that I wanted to see her get a real man, and being obsessed with size, a real man meant a horse cock. That was a mistake, women, and my wife is definitely one, need more that a big cock to get hot, they want a real man attached to it, and there in lies the problem, the very likely chance that your wife will decide to leave you for a clearly superior man, and in the end that usually is not a hard choice for her to make.

That is what happened to me, Steven, 35 5′ 7, 165, balding, three inch penis hard, not fat, just never been in shape. I know, I know its my fault, I could have gotten in shape, gotten the hair done, but the cock thing was always there, or rather, not there. The flashbacks to the teasing in the showers at school, the absolute look of either disgust or humor on girls faces when they first saw my penis, the inability to use a public urinal, so I knew deeply, that I was less than whole, and that causes problems, emotionally and physically.

I survived high school, by being nerdy and invisible, and college, by hard work and no social life. Boring, yes, but I got a great job, engineering degree, and accepted that my life revolved around work and pathetic fantasies of submission. Yeah, they were always there, sometimes so heavy I could only scratch that itch by acting out. Thank god for adult theaters, and peep shows, a place for loser straight guys like me to get some humiliation. I wasn’t gay, didn’t view guys in a sexual way, it was the shame of sucking cock I was after, and it was cool for awhile, but they call them trolls for a reason. The losers hanging around those places tended to be ugly and tiny dicked, in denial fags, and that was not the fucking point, I needed to submit to a good looking, confident straight stud, with a woman present, that made it hot.

It was in one of those dirty places that I first learned that I liked it rough and nasty. I was just minding my business, sucking off trolls, when a huge black guy pushed open the door to my booth, stepped inside, locked the door, and proceeded to manhandle me. He ended up fucking me, something I had never done before, and I loved it, not so much for the sex, but, again, the abuse, for he hurt my balls with his huge hand, twisting my sack hard, while fucking me, and verbally taunting me, in the most delightful way. I dug it, would have done any thing for him, that was scary, and a little disconcerting, to say the least. To know that I could get those intense feelings from having a guy abuse me, all my fantasies, to that point had a woman some where in them, that was heavy.

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I really did not want to go out with her, and the guys from work thought I was dopey, or maybe a closet fag, and she thought I was just shy, in a good way. But I knew it would be a diaster, She was a real woman, almost as tall as me, 135, flaming red hair, fat C tits, big fat perfectly shaped ass, her body was built to fuck, and I was not, that was that. At the bar that night, she was so funny and persistent that I gave in, and even was looking forward to a date, with a real woman. Lady Sonia, Lady Sonia, I was hooked, she had it all, good looks, good job, good family, great personality. She was the girl who could talk to everyone, and anyone, she was just fun to be around.

Thank god for booze and darkness. The first time we did it, I was drunk enough that I could at least stay hard, and I did get in her and actually poked around for five minutes or so, before shooting my little puddle of cum, on her thigh. It was exciting and humiliating when she used her hand to finger her self off and she told me that I left her hanging. Wow, she just says what she feels, that was nice to know how she felt, but it was a bit jarring at the boldness of it. She was big enough that I really didn’t feel anything except wetness, and figured she didn’t feel much either. I guessed I was done, but she seemed determined to have a relationship with me, so we puttered along, dating once a week and then more frequently

The sex was mostly oral, me going down on her and she yanking my noodle till I came. It always got to me, that I had this completely sexy girl with me, half undressed, and I almost always ended up with a hand job, just a fucking hand job. What could I do, I was grateful that I actually could say Lady Sonia was my girl friend, though it scared me something awful. Just looking at other guys, presumably better hung, leering at her hurt me inside, watching how easily Lady Sonia interacted with other guys, she was being herself but the guys were flirting, with evil intentions, I was sure. The pain in my stomach was fierce, always sure she was either fucking around, or would start soon.. The intense feelings of wanting Lady Sonia to cheat, versus, the intense feelings of shame for feeling that way, played havoc with my emotions, making me moody and paranoid.

Got through the first year of marriage, mostly because we were both busy working, and we had settled into a routine, boring, but familiar, and I started to think that I could pull this off, satisfying a real woman, but, no I had to fuck everything up by pressing matters. I had brought up threesomes, and her having sex with others, she even started to talk dirty while pulling my dick, actually getting really good at throwing in a little humiliation for me, like she knew what the deal was, and maybe she did. She made sure I knew she was disgusted with my kinks, and this we both knew was important. I needed the humiliation of her disgust to be turned on, and she needed my submission to empower her to take ownership of her sex life.

Well, I succeeded at something, it turned out to be pushing my wife into other guys arms, or rather cocks. A vacation, someplace far away from home is always the preferred way, she lets her guard down, maybe has a few extra drinks at dinner, decided what the fuck, she feels empowered, lost some weight for the vacation, feels her body is hot, and I thought I was on my way. Again, fantasy and reality,are not the same. She was going to do this how she wanted to, not on my terms, that became clear from the get go. Funny, I knew that first night, it was over, only a matter of time, before she figured it out, I was only going to disappoint her.

The guy was older than us, in great shape, and it turned out, well hung. It seemed he just appeared next to us at the bar, and before I could control the situation, my wife had already decided that she was taking Mattew, that was the guys name, back to our room. When Mattew went to the bathroom, Lady Sonia told me in an excited voice she was going to make my fantasy reality. All you cucks know what happened next, I, of course had extreme misgivings, and started to protest, but the way Lady Sonia hushed me, like I was her child, sealed the deal. She simply told me either we did this tonight with this guy or that I was never to bring up my sick fantasies again. I knew Lady Sonia, she was serious, so, I took the bait and uneasily agreed that she could fuck Mattew, like I even had a choice.

Its tough enough sitting at a bar having this conversation, trying to be discreet, but when Lady Sonia told me she was taking Mattew to the room alone, and I could knock on the door in one hour, I was stunned and stammering my refusals. Well Dapper Mattew chose this moment to rejoin us, and Lady Sonia used this time to tell Mattew that I wanted him to take her back to our room, alone. Christ, I hated the way Lady Sonia had played things, but more, I hated that look on Mattews face, smug, amused, he knew he was better than me, he knew he was fucking Lady Sonia, and I was not. I fucking loved that look, I masturbated in the bar restroom as soon as they left, I was so fucking overcome with emotions watching Lady Sonia walk out the lounge door, hand in hand with a guy, who she was going to fuck, no doubt about it, no fantasy, just the real thing,that’s fucking immense.

The longest hour of my life, that’s about right. It was a second floor room, balcony overlooking the beach. I actually tried to climb the drain pipe, so as to see in the balcony slider, I was so obsessed with what was happening in that room. You know you have a problem, or at least you should know, if your trying to climb to your second floor hotel room, to see your wife get a cocking. There was a certain feel of losing grip on reality, like as if I could not stop myself now, even if I wanted to. I had a three inch boner that would of knocked down a fence, if my belly did not hit the fence first, it would. Giving up the attempt at climbing the drain pipe, seriously I had trouble climbing out of bed, I could only fuck myself up with physical activity.

Walking the hallway, pass their door, no noise, walk the hallway, pass their door, laughter, real laughter from Lady Sonia, that hurts. I want her to get fucked, not have fun. Another valuable lesson, of course, Lady Sonia was having fun, a good looking, successful, older man was doing his best to flatter her, and every girl liked a little wind blown her way. I was on that sword, one side incredible sexual excitement at the fact that my wife was in a hotel room with a stud, the other side, the debilitating depression, that she was not going to ever view me the same. I knew that like it was set in stone, but my tiny willy was driving the bus, and it wanted humiliation, like this was not fucking enough. It was over a hour, but I had just heard Lady Sonia moan, in a sexual, I’m fucking happy way, not that I ever heard Lady Sonia sound that happy before. Couple walking by think I’m a fucking pervert, listening to the obvious moans of pleasure Lady Sonia was screaming from the other side of the hotel door.

Finally the door opens and there dressed, and smiling, like an idiot is Mattew, mouthing the innocent, yet so filthy, words, ” anytime you need a hand with your wife, little fella, you just give me a call,” and he was off, and I was trying to take in everything at once. She was on the bed, under the sheets, smiling, and she patted the edge of the mattress, as if to say sit here, and only here, I did. Her face was shiny, her eyes were alive, the smell in the room was fuck smell, big time, her neck had a growing hickey, wow, its real. My wife got fucked, well fucked.

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“I still love you, but”, she actually said that to me, that but is the most evil word ever, because after that but is always, always horrible news. This was no different, ” There is no way I can go back to a normal relationship, but I want to stay married, so Steven, you need to drop the attitude and accept that you wanted this, and now I need this.” I did the conditioned begging, pleading, all for naught, she decided, and that was that. Being her, she told me she would make things up as we went along, in no way would this be scripted to meet my perverted fantasies. Again, this was not what I wanted, but it was what I was gonna get.

She did let me see her spoiled pussy, and it was stunning, how battered and bruised it looked, like Mattew had assaulted her, and he had. The smell was potent and it drew me, and she laughed at my weakness, “Do it, you know you want to taste him.” I did, and it was heady and emotional, to actually eat another mans sperm from your wifes cunt, it is quite a big step to take. That kind of step you take, and immediately its done, you can never go back, ever. I would always be a sperm eater to her.

Her look of disgust and amusement, at my willingness to humiliate myself was evident as I searched her face for some sense of where I stood, or not. Telling me she was tired, she quickly told me to stroke my cock off, and she gave me a brief outline of what happened earlier, it was not heavy on details, but this was her game now, and besides, I just had to cum looking at her well fucked cunt, right before me, so it only took two minutes. I came across her stomach and she simply cleared her throat. I knew what she wanted, but I had just cum, and every guy knows that changes everything.”I don’t want to do that anymore,” I sniffed, and even I knew, I sounded like a three year old.

Her rage was fast and furious, she was out of bed and screaming, ” Things have changed ass hole, you will do what I tell you and that’s that”, I was really scared of her, I had shrunk from my wifes anger, like a pussy. She didn’t miss that, I saw the victory in her eyes, the understanding that she had won. She ordered, this wasn’t role playing spanking, she was pissed. I suspected the anger was deeper than my present whining, I think she needed to punish me for being weak, for me not being Mattew. She did punish me, I fucking cried like a baby, she laughed. It wasn’t the way I wanted this, every cuck wants his wife to spank him, but fuck, this was a savage ass whooping. Her belt was hard leather and it hurt, not ooh that burns nice, no, it hurt like I only wanted it to stop, my cock, or no part of my body, found this to be fun, not at all. When I was broken, cowering, she made me lick my sperm off her stomach, and fuck what I wanted. I would do what she wanted, one way or the other, and the other wasn’t a fucking tea party.

That she made me sleep on the floor only deepened my sense of insecurity, where did I stand, not good, if I was sleeping on the hotel floor. She didn’t even kiss me goodnight, just told me she needed her rest, and she didn’t want me bothering her, so on the carpet I slept. Not well, I was battling a hurricane of emotions, and to hear her sleeping contently, lightly snoring, only drove home the divide that now was between us.

I mean I could never look her in the eye as her husband, I knew I was reduced in her eyes, but to what, and that was the question I wrestled with all night. Of course being a pervert, I also stroked myself off twice at the thought of what happened earlier, and strangely more potent, was the notion of her having me sleep at her feet. That was heavy,and I had a quick panic attack, what happens if when we got home she wanted me to still sleep on the floor. Its no wonder I got no sleep. First night here in paradise and I was ready to go home. Another jolt, I didn’t even know if Mattew was staying at the hotel or not, God, I didn’t want to see his smug face again.

Watching the sun rise from your balcony over looking the ocean, should be a soothing thing, I was on edge, felt like I was hyperventilating,heart racing, the fears pounding my brain, what if, what if, I could only play that so long, I went and turned the television on, to distract myself. Big fucking mistake, sleeping beauty was on the offensive. “Jesus your fucking annoying,” she sneered at me. God her body was beautiful, and I saw the welts on her tits, from lover boy, it got me excited, I am a fucking sick bastard. Damn,I was way to timid to ever mar Lady Sonias skin.

Throwing my cellphone at me she ordered me out of the room and told me she would call when she got up. Wow, sitting out side the door, like a dog kicked to the curb, this sucks, I shuddered when I considered that I never even questioned her right to put me out of the room, like a fucking child, I certainly wasn’t a man. Well I knew Lady Sonia liked her sleep, so I figured I was on my own, for a while. I walked, head down, feeling sorry for myself, just wandering the complex.

This hotel is huge, so many fucking rooms, and here I was wandering around, like a fucking homeless loser, and in a way, I was. The black security guy is giving me the eye, big black bastard, probably has a two foot cock, like a fucking boa constrictor, getting turned on at that thought,.I am truly fucked. Starving, but Lady Sonia had the cash and my debit was on the room desk, fucking great, maybe I can find a used room service tray in one of the halls, maybe get a job here as I wasn’t doing much else except waiting for Lady Sonia, laughing at my state, that’s good. I needed to accept that what happened happened, and now it was up to Lady Sonia, it felt good to dodge all responsibility. Like the freak coward I was, I would let Lady Sonia lead, and I would take my chances.

When she called my cell, my penis got hard, along with the heavy feeling that I was gonna puke. She was very nice and told me to come to the room. It made my cock ache the way she had me wait outside the room after I knocked, it was only a couple of minutes, but it seemed years. She looked alive, stunning, like she hadnt a care in the world. Wearing a yellow sun dress over her bikini, and open toed heels, she was truly a beautiful woman. Freshly showered, touch of makeup, I could cry at her beauty, seriously thought of kneeling at her feet, fuck, I am fucked.

The kiss was deep and sensual, her tongue felt obscene in my mouth, her forcing her saliva into my mouth made me woozy, her telling me she loved me, well I did cry, and she held me,and I never felt smaller or weaker, or safer. Lady Sonia was in control, she knew it, I knew it.I could smell her cunt, she really was excited at my submissiveness, wow, that was surprising. I didnt think she would want that role, maybe she did, wow.

After I showered we went to breakfast, and then antiquing, and it was special. She was funny, interesting, just walking from store to store, her with her hand in my back pocket, that familiarity, I couldn’t of been happier, even though I knew she had made every choice, where we ate breakfast, where we shopped, what we bought. At one point I started to buy a book, And in front of the amused clerk, she took the book out of my hand sneering “I think you have enough books you havent read already.” wow, my cock stirred, my face reddened, the clerk smiled knowingly, Lady Sonia was all ready walking out the door, you couldn’t ask for a better humiliating setting than that.

I was getting it, we could have a great day together, but I had better remember who was the captain of the ship. Lady Sonia was not a trivial girl, she had decided that this was how things were, and this is how they were. She had all ready adjusted to this new reality, it was I who needed convincing, and Lady Sonia knew that, she was prepared to mold me, shape me into what she wanted, not what I desired, or thought I desired, but what she desired.

Laying at the pool, Lady Sonia looking fine in her bikini, guys eating her up, she was that girl, a bikini was more obscene on her curvatious body, than if she were naked. The very real gravitational struggle of her boobs trying to escape her bra, was quite compelling. The way the sun lotion made her freckled skin shine, the way her hips swayed out, as if reminding you she was all woman, not that that was ever a doubt. I loved the way other women would give Lady Sonia that little look, like fuck you, so your way hotter than me, big deal. I loved that, Im proud she is that woman. Quite daunting, just the same.

Giving her an intense massage, back in the room, wondering if she will let me sleep in bed, or just massage her. I am heavy subbing for her, the massage is a great way for a guy like me to make love to a woman, no shit. Other than no orgasm, she looked and sounded the same as if she was getting fucked, by a man. I could give her that, I needed to give her that, I was lost in pleasing her, being with her, when she kicked my nuts, verbally. “Mattew sent me a text, and I am going out to dinner with him.”, no doubt in that statement, she was not running it by me, she was already mentally thinking about what she would wear, I could feel that detachment from me, I was not important, not right now.

At least I didn’t whine, I tried to seem nonplused, she let me help her dress, another big cuckold moment. She was so fucking beautiful, the tan lines around her soft fat breasts, her smoothly shaven tanned legs, the way the green silk cocktail dress played against her red hair and stunning green eyes, her perfume, just enough to draw you in, her radiant smile as she watched me, her husband, buckle her three inch strap sandals. I think she sensed that I was frantic as she prepared to leave. She threw me a bone, “Remember, I love you, and if your good Ill give you a surprise when I return.” I so wanted some assurance, like roughly what time she would return. Her demeanor suggested that she had said all she would, and as she applied makeup, there was the sound of a horn from the balcony that faced the parking lot.

To see Mattew behind the wheel of a bright red corvette, bummed me deeply. See, I wanted him to fuck Lady Sonia, I accepted that, I admitted that. But I fucking didn’t want this shit, Lady Sonia driving around with Mattew, like a couple. Yeah well, as Ive stated endlessly, it was out of my hands, Lady Sonia would do what she had to do, I would do what she told me. She gave me a haphazard kiss, and on her way out the door laughed “Steven, don’t wait up, I have a feeling I may be a bit late.” She was gone, and I physically sobbed, I mean real tears came, as I scurried to the slider, and hiding in the drapes, like the wimp I was, watched Lady Sonia climb into the convertible, kiss Mattew on the mouth, and they drove off, her head resting against his body, it all hurt so much, yet my cock was leaking precum, I was so off the wall fucking horny.Wanting to call her and beg her to come back, realising she had taken my cell phone, she would always be one step ahead of me.

I needed out of the room, and so I took to the beach, and head down, walked and walked, trying to stop the conflict in my head, wishing I could one hundred percent accept I was a wimp,and be the best sub I could be, but still swinging back to wanting to have Lady Sonia as my wife, knowing that was over, the finality of it was so dark, so imposing. I just sat on a dune near tall grass, and wallowed in my pity, broken, defeated, oblivious to my surroundings. I did sense him, behind me in the grass.

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He was urinating and he was looking away from me, but I had his side profile. Black, big, fat, and his cock looked like a fucking weapon, the piss pouring out like a fucking river, his balls looking potent, ready always to get the job done, he was a man. I didn’t think it, I cant really explain it, but I was on my knees giving this guy a sloppy, if amaturish, blowjob, right in the grass as he stood above me like a fucking king. How I got my legs to move over there I dont know, but there I was.

It was fucking liberating, I felt like this was me, for the first time I allowed myself the luxury of embracing my wimpiness, if you would, and that was empowering to me. Yeah I was a fucking loser tiny dick, but I was gonna get some good out of this, and if Lady Sonia was going to ignore my needs, I would find someone to debase me. So, there. My black man needed no hints, as he tried to stuff his freak cock down my throat, and he kept telling me I was a good white boy, which I didn’t feel like, as I gagged and wretched on his fuck stick. His cock tasted so good, salty, yet that sweet flavor of precum near the head. His cum was plentiful, and I really felt good eating it, and that scared me, a little. I wondered as I stared at his softening monster, coated in my saliva and his man juice, what it must be like to have a cock like that. It was so fucking impressive, I needed to touch it, but he slapped my hand away, and zipping up, told me to fuck off, and was gone. So much for an after suck drink. I was okay with that shit, I was a guy, kind of, and understood the after cum hostility when in these strange situations.

Watching all the couples walking around the complex was depressing and so I figured hiding in the room was best, it really was growing, the anxiety of where was Lady Sonia, what was she doing, again the absurdity of hoping she was fucking, as opposed to having fun with Mattew out of the bedroom. It is impossible to count the revolutions of a ceiling fan, I tried. I stared at the television, did not see it, never once losing sight of the fact that my wife was with a date. I tried to read, tried to sleep, paced the room, it was fucking intense. I didnt see how I could take it, thought about calling the cops, giggling madly at telling them the details of where Lady Sonia was.I needed to masturbate, to take the edge off, and it was intense, the feelings, thinking about Lady Sonias laughter and moans from last night, I came quick, maybe twenty pulls, and knew I could now sleep, the sleep of the cucks.

Where the fuck am I, and where is Lady Sonia. I hate that waking up on the road and that second of confusion. Usually it ends with a smile at the awareness of where you are, but in this case Lady Sonia was still not here, and the big red numbers on the alarm clock, on the night stand, were shooting laser beams into my eyeballs, angrily accusing, 410,410, where the fuck is your wife. 411, fuck it was 411am and Lady Sonia was not here, this was bad, I really had bile come up my throat, this was hands shaking bad. I was pissed that she would do this to me, to leave me so utterly hanging in time, unsure of her safety, unsure of our future, wretching with dry heaves into the toilet, while she was living it up. Then black dread, that maybe she was hurt, dead, lying in a ditch somewhere, waves of heavy emotions like a one ton coat weighing me down, fear, self pity, tears, hugging the shitter, and I didnt even have a fucking hangover.

Eating crackers from the mini bar, everything really is mini, go figure, splitting headache, sour stomach, starving, again, Lady Sonia has the cash, and as I stumble around the room, it seems my debit card is gone. Wow, Im starting to think Lady Sonia is putting more thought into this than at first glance. No phone, no money, fuck thats just great. Hot shower feels great, I almost feel okay, but Im still on edge, its all so fucking intense. I feel like Im suffocating.

Walking down to the beach, what the fuck, I need air, room to breathe. Suns rising, beautiful, but I see no joy, only angry black. Noticing the couple snuggling at the water line, watching the sun rise in your lovers arms on a beach in florida, thats pretty cool, not that I would fucking ever know. It was the laugh, I heard her distinct hard laugh, if I had been shot, the pain and surprise would of been less,Im sure. It was devastating, I kid you not, I farted, I so lost control. I was shattered emotionaly, humpty dumpty my ass.Oh it hurt so bad to see her in his arms, so fucking familiar, oh, so comfortable, it crushed my will to live, it was that powerful. I was never stupid, I knew what it meant, she was that comfortable with another man, it wasnt just sex with her, she wanted to be with another guy, and that was not good, no how.

I did make it back to the room and even stripped and got under the covers, like I could hide from the truth, I was never going to watch a sunrise with my beautiful wife,on a tropical beach, after making love all night.She might take me shopping with her, or a show she wanted to see, but I would never do anything romantic with her again, I knew this as the stone cold truth, and it numbed me, kind of wanted to just get the thing over with, move on. I knew I was being insanely premature, like my orgasms. We were on vacation, she was living out a fantasy, as much as me, when we went home everything would be fine. No, I didnt buy it, I saw her desire to be with Mattew, not sexually, just to be with him, and not with me. She could of fucked him, for hours on end, and then come back and drag me to the beach, to watch that glorious show together, she made her choice.

She was so quiet, slipping by the bed, I noticed, through slitted eyes, that she looked worn, and then she was in the bathroom, and I could hear the shower. Relief that she didnt want me to clean her, and then sadnes that she didnt even want to share that with me.I thought about leaving while she was in the shower, where the fuck would I go, I did get my phone, debit card, and two hundred dollars from her purse, though I felt bad taking my money, go figure. I was pretty sure when she came out she would want to sleep, and I could see me being shown the door, so I figure I should at least be prepared with some money. Changing into swim suit with shorts over, I got a knapsack ready with a change of clothes, figuring I might as well enjoy the day, seeing I wasnt wanted here.

She had a towel around her midsection,and another tied around her sweet hair, yeah, I have a fetish for red hair. She seemed concerned at my obvious sadness, but looking at my bag next to me, her eyes smiled and she mocked me, sneering, “are you gonna run away, Steven, is that the best you can do?”, it hurt, it hurt fucking bad, but I was pretty numb, really at that point I wanted to just get away, not run away, get away, theres a difference. When I told her I would be back later, and made for the door, she stopped me with “Please let me explain,’ and I was sure it was going to be, not good.

It poured out of her, she needed time to think, she was sorry, she was confused, didnt want me to hate her, didnt want to hurt me, it was coming at me one hundred miles a hour. No one could process all this shit, I heard the old needing time to think, we all know what that means, I dont have the balls to tell you the bad news to your face. She needed sleep and I needed space. It was kind of strange that she was bawling how sorry she was as I left for the day, I mean she could of asked me to stay with her. I did sense a finality when the door closed, as if we were divided forever more, and when I discovered I was more interested in what to do today, than dwelling on what I already accepted as done, that me and Lady Sonia were finished, it was as if I were empty of all humanity, it was all so fucking tiring. That loss can also be freeing, in that even the most stubborn fuck, and Im not really that strong willed to be stubborn, has to give up against that overbearing weight of impending doom, so this absolute finality, at least shut all doors for me, so in a sad way, it made it easier to get on with it.

Aimless, that was me, a few hours soaking up the sun on the sand, a walk through town, the day was passing, but I was only going through the motions.I did go back and buy the book that Lady Sonia denied me yesterday, so there, the clerk was real impressed, Im sure. Of course I stopped by the post office, and mailed it home, not wanting to get ass whooped again, cant be to careful, my cheeks still stung from the beating I had received earlier. I dont know if it was the emotional overload or what, but I was starving, and needed to get lunch. The place looked dirty, but so was I, so I decided to stop and get a bite, and have a few drinks, figuring if I got back to the room around six, Lady Sonia would be gone for the night. I was determined to spend as little time with her as she apparently wanted to spend with me. Yeah that was punishing her, and then I realized I didnt want to punish her, I really just wanted it over, and that again weighed me down.

The bar was populated by the nastiest bunch of white trash I had ever seen. It was a nondescript dive, but it had food and I was hungry, so it worked. The stripper pole in the corner, was a nice touch, as I looked around the bar, I had to laugh at the ugly broads, and wonder if any of them were gonna take it off, Jesus, please no. You know the type, have spent there whole lives laying in the sun, and smoked and drank to excess, and now they looked like walking, talking beef jerky, not good. The guys wernt any better, not a set of teeth between them, I was not impressed by this collection of rabble. One guy stuck out though, He looked clean, and when he went to the mens room, I had to try, had to get that humiliation.

It stank something fierce in the dirty mens room, and the lone stall toilet was backed up and dripping shit stew on the beyond filthy floor. I stood next to him at the urinals,and his cock was impressive, cut, fat and ready to be polished. He made eye contact, and I dropped to my knees, and I was sucking to beat the band, That he let a little blast of piss down my throat, was very stimulating, to say the least. He actually grabbed my ears and used them to violently face fuck me, and that was good. His orgasm was fast and powerful, where the cum shoots down your throat, right into the stomach. When he was done he rubbed his fat sloppy cock all over my face, and then zipped up, and left me on edge, on the filthy shit house floor, really struggling with my inability to stop this bizzare acting out, I chose to blame Lady Sonia.

I finished my drink, refused to make eye contact with the fat cock I sucked earlier, headed out of the dive and decided to see if the room was empty, so I could just crash, I was physically and emotionally drained.It was horrible, the red corvette was parked near the room, oh fucking great. I didnt know what to do, it was six thirty, our last night here, and I had no where to sleep. This really sucked. maybe I should knock on the door, but I knew I didnt want to face Mattew again, and definitely didnt want to humiliate myself in front of Lady Sonia, ever again, that game was over. I would call her but assumed she wouldnt answer, and the thought of them laughing at my voice mail begging Lady Sonia to let me in was to horrible to face.

Boss Lady Mistress Sonia

Renting a room in the cheap motel down the road was fucked, but I didnt want to waste time playing games, and I felt like Lady Sonia would bust my balls if I returned to the room, it wasnt like she was going to send Mattew on his way, just because I showed up. This room sucked, the furniture appeared to be made of cardboard, the television had lines on it, I didnt even know televisions could do that anymore, the bed had a bump in it, that cant be good. The whole thing seemed half ass, but the room was only eigthy five for the night, so what the fuck. The maid, in the hall, looked rough, I bet she could kick my ass easy. Remembering that I turned off the cell phone earlier, I checked for calls, and she never even tried to get me, wow, there it was, she had moved on. Again all she had to do was leave a message, but she really wanted me like this, confused and hurt, and I was starting to feel hate for her, and that was a shame.

To say the night passed slowly would be doing it a disservice, I hardly slept, tossed, turned, played the what ifs again, staring at the cheap popcorn ceiling with the cracks in it, one of them looks like the mississippi river, but what the fuck. It was a relief when the clock said five am, I could get out of bed and at least shower and dress for the trip home. I thought of leaving Lady Sonia a message, that I would just meet her at the airport, but I chickened out, and besides if we were going to fight, we should do it at the room, not the fucking airport. The shower felt good, but, fuck, I was tired, and the stress of being with Lady Sonia was eating at me. It had to be done, the flight was leaving at ten am and it was a hour limo ride there, so I figured I needed to leave the hotel at eight thirty, that didnt give me much time.

Well the fucking corvette was gone, maybe Lady Sonia and I could talk and at least be sociable on the way home, stuck on a plane, simmering at each other, could be a trying way to spend the day. I really wanted only to make peace for now, no mas. Devastated to see that she wasnt even here, and the note was piling on. Dear Steven, Mattew wanted to show me some sights, so I will meet you at the airport, Lady Sonia PS please take care of the checkout and tip the maid, sorry for the mess. It was fucking nasty in here, the funk, cigarette smoke, cunt smell, I opened the slider and just wanted to jump, but it was only the second floor, and seemed a bit self defeating, so I just sat on the chair in the corner of the room and tried to take it all in.

The bed was trashed, and the fuck stain was still wet, like Dapper Mattew left a calling card, fuck it. The realization that this didnt turn me on at all, was very strange, I didnt even feel revulsion at the creamy mess on the mattress, more like what else did I expect. There were a few empty beer bottles, over flowing ash tray, that Lady Sonia allowed the fucker to smoke was funny, she was real anti smoker, so I guess their are exceptions. I packed quick, and headed to the front desk in a relatively good mood, I even swallowed the one hundred and ninety dollar bar bill they tacked on to the room, I could roll with this, what didnt kill me made me stronger. I had reached the point of truly letting go. Thats not bad, that allows you some sense of proportion, yeah it would suck getting divorced, but the horror of being married to someone who cared so little for me, made it very appealing.

There was no way to misinterpret the signs that Lady Sonia gave me this week, she knew what she was doing, and it worked. She would make me divorce her, I started to laugh, I started to really laugh. She didnt think I could divorce her, she didnt think I had the balls, why would she. Well, its funny, now that I didnt want to be with her anymore, I mean really not be with her, I only wanted to win, what I dont know, but I needed to redeem myself, somehow. I sat there looking at the mess in front of me, and being an engineer, I looked at my problem coldly. A week ago I was sure I would do anything to keep Lady Sonia as my wife, now I wouldnt do the slightest thing to keep her, in fact, I would beat her to the punch, I would call her bluff.

Love the laptop, Lady Sonia always gave me shit about my time on it, funny, Im already considering her in the past tense, this was so brutally quick, my falling out of love. I had to accept the fact that because of the way Lady Sonia cut me off from her fucking, as if to say I could do what the fuck I wanted as long as I left her alone, it just killed our love completely dead. If at any time that first night she had brought me into it, that would have been different. She could of had me listen on my cell while they fucked, could of let me watch from outside the slider, any thing, but she wanted me away, she wanted a real affair, with me knowing that it happens, but thats it, and sorry that was not going to work. I managed to get my cousin to handle the filing for divorce, listed reason irreconcievable differences, what else. I managed to get the money in the joint savings switched to a secure account of mine, I would give her half in time but I didnt particularly trust her any more.I even got a real estate agent to hook me up with a short term furnished rental. But the big move, switching jobs, scared me awful.

There was no practical way we could work together any more, the company wasnt that big, no fucking way I could face that shit. The whispered “told you he couldnt make her happys,” no thank you, it was scary changing jobs, but I had no fucking choice, and that by definition makes it easier. I loved the company we both worked for, they treated me great, I was respected and needed, but Lady Sonia wasnt going any where, she was just a secretary, and in this economy she wasnt getting a job anywhere as good as this one. No, I would leave, and contacting my old boss, I had a new job lined up, more pay, more interesting contracts, and they were giving me a month to start, but would pay me that month, up front, as a signing bonus, that made it very workable. I wouldnt even have to return to work and face the looks and rumors.

It also meant I didnt even have to ride home from the airport with Lady Sonia, I would just get a room, put my stuff at our place into storage till I straightened out the rental, and worked our the legalities of a divorce that had no joint property, we each had our own pensions, I had more, but we were only married three years, so I wasnt worried about having to give her money, and besides, I would give her money if it quicken the shit up, as I had this feeling that, at any moment, I could back down and revert to begging for her to love me.

Everyone in the hotel shuttle bus looked stressed, it was sad that we cant seem to even enjoy a vacation, there is just to much shit going down, all ways. The couples all looked pissed at each other, and I embraced my impending singleness, with something like acceptance. The Miami airport is a fucking diaster, you have to walk endlessly to get anywhere, and so help me God, no fucking body speaks english, but they have fucking guns. I had plenty of time and so I prebooked and got a seat, knowing we could sit apart, making things easier.

Jesus, she looked beat, like a she was returning from spring break, and she was. She was definitly looking for me, and found me, even in my little corner, behind my paper. Oh, well lets get it over with, was my only thought, though I was interested in her take on things. She took the light hearted approach,”Well I guess you wont ask me for that fantasy again,” I think she expected me to laugh, I didnt.
“So your going to pout all the way home.” she continued probing for a weak spot.
“Lady Sonia, you have to let go, we need to let go.”
I saw the flicker in her eyes as she weighed the calm, serious tone of my voice, I think it scared her.
“Steven, I was just enjoying myself, Im sorry if I got carried away, its over, I wont see Mattew again, it was just sexual”
” well fucking A, I feel better that it was just fucking. Hate to think you fell for the guy, you know like you really wanted to be with him all the time’
“thats not what I did, you wanted me to do this, its not fair to get pissed at me” she was relentless in her need to pretend. She wasnt stupid, she knew it was over, so why bother at all.

I sat her in the corner and I laid out everything from my perspective; her refusal to include me in the sex at all, her obvious romantic feelings for Mattew at the beach, her making me spend almost twenty four hours worrying about her safety, and the really cunt way she left me with no phone and no money, and then stuck me with their bar bill. When she smiled at that I knew I had made the right choice. Her counter was weak, consisting of her pleadings that she was only trying to make it interesting for me. She also, and probably truthfully, said she couldnt have sex with a guy, and not have some feelings for him, and that Mattew made her happy, and so when he asked her to watch the sunrise, she felt indebted to him.She really tried to blow the whole thing over, and seemed determined to get me to, as she put it, loosen up.
“I fucked him, Steven, and it was great, but I dont want to be married to him, I want to be married to you, and we can work this out”

Listening to me go through the condensed version of my plan, she got real quiet, and I figured a scene was coming. She stayed rather calm, and went on beating the dead horse, it wasnt moving, it couldnt move, it was dead, like our marriage. I explained in certain terms my feelings and she denied that she got carried away with Mattew. I am quick and I asked, “Lady Sonia are you going to contact Mattew ever again?”, her answer was quicker,
“No I told you it was over, thats why I spent the extra time with him”, she tried to convince, but I simply
asked for her phone, which she handed over. I showed her where Mattews number was in her favorites, I showed her the pictures she had taken of her and Mattew posing around town, for fuck sake his face was her wallpaper. There was that flicker of a smile on her lips at Mattews picture staring at both of us, he really did smile like he was deranged, like he was to happy, there is such a thing, you know.

“You really want to divoce me dont you?” she asked, she never seemed smaller, like she had become the child. I didnt want to do this here, in the airport. I agreed that I would pay for her lawyer, anything to get her to stop crying, it was sad, so fucking sad. Not because I was being mean by pressing the divorce, it was sad because up till then she could have admitted she fucked up and did me wrong, she could have offered to make things up to me, she could of paid me the money for their bar bill, she could of removed Mattews pics and number, I really thought she would, but she didnt, she didnt even consider it.

She didnt do anything because I knew, and she knew, she was going to see Mattew again. That was the sad part, her trying to convince her self that she wasnt in love with a fifty year old, chain smoking, boozing, full of bullshit, fairly well off guy. I mean for christ sake he drove a red convertible corvette, I thought all girls immediatly knew to avoid that feller. He wanted to be seen with Lady Sonia and fuck Lady Sonia, in no way would he ever take care of her needs, he was quite incapable of that, I was sure, and I suspected Lady Sonia knew, that being the reason she wanted me around, to be her fall back position, when Mattew dumped her for another young broad, or she got sick of partying with a fifty year old teenager.

As much as I hate flying, the boarding call was a blessing, I needed to get away from her, the combination of anger and want, I was pissed at her, I still wanted her on some level. What guy wouldnt want her, she looked so fucking nice, even with the red tear staind eyes.It amused me, though when as an after thought she discreetly rubbed my crotch and said not very convincingly, “I will give you anything you want if you come home with me” it was weak, very weak, she even smiled at the lameness of it. I made for the loading gate, like I was determined to have that, the last thing she ever said to me. Wow, it was weak, I expected more from her.

Never even saw her when we landed, and I had no check on luggage, so I was gone and that was that, some vacation, huh. She never tried to contact me, she had all my stuff moved to storage and sent me the key, no note, none needed, and the divorce was mediated, we didnt even have to be there together, so we never saw each other ever again, and that was sad. I learned to love the smallness of my studio, and my new job completely satisfied my intellectual needs. I also was blessed with the absolute certainty that I would never have a relationship with a woman again, and that was sad, but I only had to recall my vacation with Lady Sonia to sober me up to reality.

Boss Lady Mistress Sonia

Lady Sonia sat alone in a bustling coffee shop. In front of her on the table was a thin stack of photographs. She picked them up and began flicking through them. They pleased her greatly and she grinned widely. One man appeared in all of them, he looked conservative and well-groomed, his suits always smart and respectable, but the positions he was in were far from respectable. Meeting with some very unscrupulous looking men, exchanging briefcases and brown envelopes. She knew she had him this time, she had enough here to expose his shady deals to the whole city. She almost didn’t want to make the call, she wanted to savour the moment, to relive it a thousand times. The very instant she finally took control. But time was ticking away, she picked up her cell and dialed the number.

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“Hello?” A male voice answered.

“Good afternoon Mr. Mayor Sandaval.” She greeted him.

“Lady Sonia? Is that you?”

“Indeed. I have some news. I’ve made a marvelous discovery.”

“I don’t care what you’ve got to say. It’s over. I’m sorry about what happened, but you should have kept your mouth shut!”

“Oh, is that so? Well I won’t continue to bother you but I feel obliged to inform you of one little thing.” She wanted him to believe he was in control for as long as possible. So he could dig himself a very deep hole.

“Why are we still playing this silly game? No one believes you and no one ever will. I don’t want to tarnish your reputation more than I already have but if you persist with this my patience will run out Lady Sonia!” He bellowed down the phone at her.

She laughed.

“Interesting that you mention tarnished reputations, after what I could do to yours. I have a photograph here in front of me, it was taken just two days ago at a highly exclusive private members club. It shows you meeting a certain Mr. Yamagata.”

“You’re lying.” He stated. His blood ran cold.

“That’s an awfully large brief case he’s giving you. I hope it’s not what I think it is.”

She paused for his reaction. He remained silent.

“Didn’t I read in the newspaper this morning that he’s just won a lucrative planning contract to build a new skyscraper in the city center? Well I’m sure there’s no connection.”

“What do you want?” He said through gritted teeth.

“Well, just to leave you in peace, to hang on to my battered reputation as a corrupt liar. I’ll just send these to the Police like any responsible citizen and get on with rebuilding my life. Goodbye.” She toyed with him.

“No, wait! Give me a chance. I…I can get you your old job back, you don’t have do this Lady Sonia.”

She had him right where she wanted him. She loved to hear him squirm.

“I feel I’ve outgrown my former position as your PA, but let’s discuss the situation face to face. I’ve booked a suite at the Empire Hotel, meet me there tonight at 9p.m. Come alone and don’t tell anyone where you’re going. I’m not playing games anymore.”

“How do I know I can trust you to keep those photos private?” His voice quivered.

“You don’t.” She hung up.

He arrived at the hotel with his heart fluttering nervously. However, his outward appearance was as smart as ever, his sleek black hair gelled to one side. He wore a black suit with a salmon pink shirt, diamond cufflinks, expensive shoes. He walked through the lobby as inconspicuously as possible, keeping his eyes to the floor, hoping to go unnoticed. He hadn’t said a word to the receptionist when she recognized him and told him there was a room booked for him. She handed him the key to one of the executive suites and he exited the crowded lobby at a brisk pace.

He entered the room and, not knowing what to do with himself, sat down on a sofa, fidgeting nervously. As he awaited his fate, he surveyed the room. It was huge, the biggest and most luxurious the hotel had to offer. There was a full four-poster bed, a full size bar, a massive flat screen TV that was god knows how many inches wide, there were multiple sofas in different seating areas around the room. There would be space to hold a party for 50 people and have room to spare. Without doubt the center piece was an enormous window that made up the entirety of one of the four walls, ceiling to floor. It offered a panoramic view of his city. He took a moment to look down on it. Everyone knew his name, everyone knew his face. He wasn’t ready to lose all that, he wasn’t ready to lose his power.

He waited and waited and waited. This was all part of Lady Sonia’s plan, she didn’t arrive until half past nine. By the time she entered the hotel room he’d had plenty of time to stew. She was wearing a long, white raincoat that covered her body from the knee up. Her make up was simple but striking, dark red lipstick and black eye shadow made her look cruel and sinister. Her brown hair was tied up in a tight bun. She was carrying a handbag over her left shoulder.

She stood in front of him and he looked up at her from his seated position.

“First of all, I want to to make something crystal clear. I do not have the original photos with me, just copies. The originals are with a close friend of mine, and I have given her instructions for them to be posted to the authorities unless I meet her at noon tomorrow. So don’t get any crazy ideas, ok?” She took the copies out of her handbag and dropped them, they scattered all over the floor.

“Of course not. Listen Lady Sonia, we’re here to talk about this.” His eyes darted from photo to photo, evaluating the evidence. He would go down for fraud and corruption for a long time.

“No we’re not. We’re here for you to get naked. Now.” She ordered.

“Wh…what?” He stammered.

“Don’t make me repeat myself. Do it now. It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before.” She smirked.

“I’m sorry but that night was a one-off.” He blushed.

“Do you defy me?” Her eyes narrowed, testing him.

“No, of course not. But please be reasonable.”

“I am being reasonable. Here is the deal. If you do everything I ask of you tonight, then you will wake up tomorrow in your own bed, rather than a prison cell. And only I will know about your dirty little secret, rather than the whole city. Now, take off your clothes or the deal’s off.”

He decided the deal was acceptable. One night of whatever she had planned and he got to keep his career. Reluctantly, he undressed. She admired his fine, athletic body as he folded his expensive clothes neatly on the sofa behind him. His shoulders were broad, his stomach was smooth and flat with the hint of a six-pack. His chest was hairless but there was a thin strip off hair starting at his belly button and leading south to his crotch where it merged with his thick, untrimmed bush. His penis was a modest five inches, it hung there limply.

“Good boy.” She told him patronizingly.

She took a pair of steel handcuffs from her handbag and tossed them at him.

“Secure your arms behind your back.”

He caught them and reluctantly followed her instructions. With his arms now cuffed behind him he couldn’t protect his privates, he felt vulnerable. She pulled a black leather belt from the bag and kneeled in front of him.

“Don’t move.” She commanded.

She wrapped the belt around his legs, just above his knees and buckled it tightly. Next she took a smaller belt out of the bag and strapped it around his ankles, again buckling it tightly. With his legs bound like this he could still bend his knees but he was completely unable to walk. He swayed slightly, struggling to keep his balance with his arms locked behind him. She knew that she could easily overpower him if he resisted in anyway. She no longer needed his cooperation. She was in total control.

She stepped back from the bound Mayor Sandaval and placed the handbag on a table. The next items she took out of her handbag set the tone for the evening. Firstly, a large black rubber ball gag, secondly a harness consisting of several straps and buckles, and finally to complete the set a large, realistic dildo. The realization of what was about to happen set in for the Mayor Sandaval and he shuffled in his bonds, just enough to lose balance and topple face first onto the soft carpet with a thud. She approached him with the gag in her hand.

“Fuck off! Get the fuck away from me you sick bitch!” He ranted, slithering along the floor on his belly in a pathetic attempt to evade her.

She leaned down over him, slammed the ball gag in his mouth and held it there with one hand, while the other hand fiddled with the straps behind his head. He bucked like a bronco, trying to get her off him. But his effort was in vain and she successfully secured the gag.

“HMMMPF!!!” He tried to shout at her.

“That’s enough of your potty mouth.”

She pulled him up to his knees and crouched down behind him putting him in a choke hold. With the large ball in his mouth and her forearm pressing down on his throat, his breathing quickly became short and labored.

“You can’t stop what’s going to happen tonight.” She hissed in his ear.

“You’re going to leave this hotel a very different man. A man who knows his place. Who knows that if he’s going to fuck people over again and again then eventually someone’s going to fuck him back. Tonight, I am that someone.”

She released her hold and he slumped back to the floor with a whimper. She walked around so she was facing him. He looked up at her wearily as she removed her coat and let it drop to the floor.

Underneath she was wearing a sexy black lace bra with pink trim, it barely held in her ample cleavage, her 32DD tits threatening to spill out. A matching garter belt and suspenders held up her silk stockings. But there were no panties visible and her pussy was bare, beautifully decorated with a thin strip of hair above it. She attached the dildo to the harness and stepped into it, pulling it up around her hips and drawing the straps tight. The dildo stood proudly like a real cock, bobbing with her every movement. She dipped back into her handbag and pulled out a tube of lubricant, squeezing a generous dollop onto her hand. She smiled at her captive audience as she stroked her cock. It was an intimidating dildo, realistic veins sprawled along the shaft and the end was adorned by a fat head ready to penetrate any orifice desired. It was one and a half inches thick and eight inches long. As she lubed it up it almost seemed to throb with desire, her desire to emasculate and humiliate this pathetic man in front of her. He grunted with effort as he desperately tried to break free from the belts and the handcuffs. All to no avail.

She dragged him over to the large glass window looking out onto the city, then returned to the sofa and removed three large cushions. She stacked them up in front of the window and pushed him over them. His knees remained on the floor but this upper body lay horizontally across the cushions making his ass an inviting target. She kneeled behind him, two strong hands on his hips held him firm in his position. She took time to enjoy the sight, gently massaging one of his buttocks and then slapping it hard. With his legs tied together his buttocks were also pressed together, his asshole was not immediately in sight but protected by the two firm cheeks. The stage was set and it was time for the show to begin. She squeezed some more lube from the bottle onto two fingers and plunged them into his crevice searching for the hidden treasure beneath. She found his orifice and stroked it gently, lubing it up but careful not to penetrate anymore than the outer ring. He recoiled at her intimate touch but with her other hand pushing his back down he couldn’t get up and the handcuffs still immobilized his arms.

“It’s pointless to resist. Either I rape you here and now or you go to jail and get raped there. Because that’s what will happen, you’ll be someone’s gay bitch, getting fucked all day long by a real man’s cock.” She took glee in the fact that she had captured him so effectively.

Now that he was ready for her cock she grabbed an ass cheek with each hand and pushed them to either side, separating them to reveal his lubed hole. His face flushed red with embarrassment as it was revealed. He tensed and contracted his sphincter nervously, effectively winking at her, it was about the only muscle he had any control over. But it couldn’t defend itself, the rest of his muscles were rendered useless by his bonds, with these defenses stripped away it could only accept whatever punishment Lady Sonia imposed. She moved the dildo forward slowly, pressing gently against his ass, but as the pressure increased he was gradually skewered by the dildo. His sphincter unwillingly expanded to accommodate the thick head. When it was fully inside he could contract to the slightly narrower width of the shaft. A very small mercy. She was done being gentle and she rammed her hips forward suddenly, slamming the dildo all the way into him up to its balls. He howled in pain, muffled by the gag. He tried to twist and turn, anything to rid himself of the agony. Her hands left his buttocks and settled back on his hips, steadying him. She began to move back and forth, fucking him with a smooth rhythm. She loved the sensation of her hips bucking back and forth against him, it wasn’t a feeling many women got to appreciate, the joy of fucking someone. The loud muffled howling eased and was replaced with a constant whimper. She could tell he was broken. With her cock still firmly penetrating his ass she leaned forward and unbuckled the ball gag, tossing it to the floor.

“Tell me you love my cock.” She ordered.

“No!” He screamed. Clinging on to the last of his self-respect.

“Don’t forget what is at stake. If you don’t do as I say I will release the pictures and you will have suffered all this for nothing. Now, say it!”

“I love it.” He whispered

“What do you love?” She smiled wickedly and thrust deeply to emphasize her point.

“I love your cock.”

“Of course you do. You’re just a slut now. And sluts like nothing more than taking a big, hard cock don’ they?”

“Yes.” His voice quivered as he held back tears. Tears of pain and tears of humiliation.

“You mean yes ma’am.” She corrected.

“Yes ma’am.”

“See that city out there?” She pulled his head up so he looked out the window.

He saw the sprawling skyscrapers and the network of busy highways, bright lights were visible all the way to the horizon from hotels and office blocks, shopping malls and bars, casinos and nightclubs. It was a metropolis teeming with life, people moving around like ants, unaware of what was happening miles above them.

“Whose city is it?” She asked.

“It……it’s my city.” He stammered.

“No. It used to be. But not anymore. Whose city is it now?” She quickened her pace and thrust even deeper.

“It’s your city ma’am.”

“That’s right you fucking bitch. It’s all mine now. I own this city because I own you. And I’m going to keep you in my pocket, something to get out and play with whenever I want. You said you’d get me my old job back, but I don’t need it anymore. Because I’m the new Mayor Sandaval and you’re my new slutty PA aren’t you?”

“Yes ma’am.” He squealed.

There was nothing left of the confident, cocky Mayor Sandaval that first entered the hotel. He was no longer the Mayor Sandaval, barely even a man. He was a mere object for her enjoyment. She reached around and grabbed his flaccid penis, massaging it into a full erection. It was puny in comparison to the monster between her legs. She stroked him in time with her own thrusts. Soon she could feel he was getting close to orgasm.

“Please don’t.” He begged.

But it was too late, his emasculation was complete and he came all over the cushions in thick spurts. His face burned red with shame, he felt dirty, he felt used. She stopped thrusting. Her cock was still buried halfway into him.

“I’m going to leave now, I feel like I’ve made my point. I’ll give you the key for the cuffs. I suggest you clean up this mess and make yourself presentable before you go home. You don’t want everyone else knowing what a filthy little whore you are too. These meetings are going to become regular I’m afraid. I’ll call you to arrange the next one.”

She laughed cruelly as she withdrew her cock fully. She stepped out of the strapon and left it for him to clean up. True to her word she put the handcuff key in his hand.

“Don’t drop it Mr. Mayor Sandaval. It might take a lot of wriggling to get it back.”

She smirked as she put the raincoat back on and left the room.

“You see, I want you dressed up nice and fine so I can take before and after shots of you for the web. It is amazing what you can do with an expensive phone these days. You will look directly into my phone and tell the entire world who you are. Wait…I have a better idea. Once you are dressed you will say, Hi, I am Dr. Lady Sonia and I am a hooker. You will give me a cheery smile in your fine clothes. We want everyone to know what a great doctor you were. Then you will take off your clothes and stay in your bra and panties while you tell them you really just wanted to be a hooker all along and pose nicely for me. I am going to send this stuff to my email address and maybe if you are a good girl it won’t go on my ‘Sluts for Femdom’ website. You see it will be like before and after pictures. Now won’t that be fun? Remember, you are in my stable of girls now.” Dr. Sonia began to cry as the realization of what was happening sunk in.

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