A Friend In Need ( Part 7 )

When I finally hobbled into my house late Sunday afternoon my wife wasn’t there and I was soaking in the tub when I heard the garage door rise. Next she came in the bathroom shouting at the top of her voice accusing me of everything imaginable. I just sat in the tub and let her run her course and soon out came the tears and I knew she was about out of steam and dirty names to call me. She left the room and when I went into the bedroom later she was moving her things into the third bedroom. I told her to stop as I would not be sleeping with her anymore. “Have you found yourself a better woman?” I told her “no” that I was just tired of her bullshit and I wanted some peace and quiet for a change. I didn’t mention the fact that I knew she was fucking other guys as I saw no point in it. Women don’t like to be told of their faults. I knew at that time our marriage was over as we knew it and it would only be a matter of time until we split. Even though my pussy was very sore I was already thinking about my next fuck and I found myself just laying on the bed and dreaming about his beautiful cock and how it felt when he came in my mouth. In just a couple of days my life had changed so much. I even had a dream that night about sucking my “master’s” cock.

I called my master from work while he was at the bar working and he was pleased I had moved to another room at home. He knew that I was his now and he could use me when he desired. “I was a little afraid you might change your mind when you got home with your wife as she sounds like a hot piece of tail”, “I assured him she was good in bed but I wanted dick instead of pussy now and he seemed satisfied. “I’ll let you rest a couple of days while your pussy heals but I want you to buy some new panties and a couple of bras and get about five pair of stockings as they don’t last too long”. “Be back at my apartment Thursday evening and wait for me in the parking lot.” “DON’T BE LATE, SLUT!!!” With those words he hung up the phone.

I spent the rest of the day working and wondering where I was going to buy panties and bras without being conspicuous. I remembered a little store that I had seen outside of town that specialized in foundation garments and lingerie; it was far enough away that I probably would be safe buying my stuff there. As I pulled into the small gravelled parking lot I was relieved to see no cars there. I eased into the door quietly and started to look around. As I walked toward several racks of panties a small friendly woman about 50 approached me. “Can I help you young man?” She said as she saw me looking at the panties. I almost dropped my teeth when she asked, “Are they for your wife, girlfriend or for yourself!” I stood frozen as my face turned crimson red and I tried to give her and answer. She sensed my dilemma and put her hand on my shoulder as she said, “Don’t be embarrassed, I sell lots of things to men and they try to tell me they are for wives and girlfriends but I know better.” “I don’t understand why you want to wear female things but I will sell you what you want and even let you try them on.” “If you don’t know your size I would guess you to wear about size 6 or seven panties.” “Do you need bras?” I nodded my head and she reached on the rack and stretched a bra around my chest. It was too big and she grabbed another one. She commented on my enlarged breasts and told me usually only found breasts that big on women. She helped me pick out several pair of very sexy panties and bras and complimented me on my good taste.

They were also some of the more expensive ones and that made her happy I’m sure. She told me to go to the small dressing room in back and try one pair of panties on as well as a bra, I was told I would be required to buy the panties once I tried them on because of health reasons. I stripped off my shirt and slipped into one of the bras. It was a front hook and I had no problem. I slipped into the panties and stood looking at myself in the full length mirror. I felt a tingle in my groin as I slipped on a pair of black stockings. About that time I heard the curtains part and my clerk came into the room. I turned red again but she didn’t seem to notice as she handed me a garter belt. “You will need this to hold your stockings up,” and she fastened it around my waist and stooped to hook my stockings to it. I was wearing a very sheer pair of pink lacy panties which did little to conceal my penis and it started to harden a little. She was almost eye to eye with it as she fastened the front clips on the garter belt. By the time she had the back ones connected I was sporting a good hard on that looked like it was going to burst through the thin material. She spun me around a couple of times and smiled. “You’re built like a female, do you realize that?” “You have a better figure than most of my female customers.” I mentioned that I had been told that before. “Your breasts are actually nice and you could pass as a woman if you were fully dressed.” “I have a suspicion that you will want a dress or two so just remember I have a small selection of those too.” I looked into the mirror and saw that a drop of fluid had leaked from my cock and wet the front of my panties. This gal knew what she was doing and I suspected she was a little turned on by the entire scenario. She told me to wear the ones that I had on and before I could say anything she grabbed my fruit of the looms and stuffed them in a bag. I slipped my white undershirt on and buttoned up my dress shirt. The bra made my tits really stick out and I felt a strange, yet warm feeling as I looked at them in the mirror. I pulled my pants up over my garter belt and stockings. I had my shoes off and when I stepped into them they felt a little loose with just the stockings on. After selling me two more garter belts my new friend took my money which was quite a bit.

I had left my sport coat in the car and as I left the store a woman was coming in and when she got close she really checked my breasts out good. I quickly got into the car and drove home. Fortunately my wife was not home yet and I managed to stash the clothes in my closet under a heavy box that I knew she couldn’t lift. Then, as I looked in the mirror and prepared to finish hiding the things I was wearing I saw what the woman outside the store had seen. My lacy push-up bra could be easily seen through the thin material of my shirts. At points where my shirt was tightest my big boobs pressed against the material and you even see my nipples pressing outward. It was very obvious that I was wearing a bra and had good boobs. A tingle went through me and I knew then I was starting to enjoy the feeling of lingerie! I hated to take my panties and bra off and I really loved the way the stockings caressed my legs but I finally stowed them with the rest of the stuff and got in the tub.

I was eating in the kitchen when my wife came noisily through the door and got a glass of milk out of the frig. I smelled alcohol on her breath and knew she was pretty drunk. Her hair was a mess and her clothes a little disheveled and I knew beyond a doubt that she had been fucked because when she bent over to get the milk I saw she was not wearing panties. She mumbled something that sounded like, “Hello asshole”, and stumbled toward the bedroom fastening her blouse as she went. I heard the bed creak as she lay down and after eating I looked into her room.

She was passed out on the bed and snoring like a bear. She was completely nude and I couldn’t resist walking over and looking at her. As I looked down at her I realized she was a mess! As I looked closer I saw her pussy-lips were swollen and her legs had dried sperm around the opening. You could still see her wet pussy as it lay swollen and distended. Her lips were puffy and her hair had what looked like dried cum in it. I bent over and caught the familiar smell and I knew she had been sucking dick again. My suspicions were that she had been fucked by more than one man. She was a good-looking sexy woman even in this condition and a little flicker of remorse went through me but it didn’t stay long and I walked from the room thinking about Thursday when my master would feed me that beautiful piece of meat like I was a hungry dog. My ass tingled as I thought about his big cock reaming me again and I knew that by Thursday I would be caving it. My pussy remained a little stretched but was feeling much better and I knew it would welcome that big sweet shaft even if it did hurt a little. I licked my lips in anticipation.

Sex With A Married Man ( Part 7 )

He was standing there in front of me. I was standing there too, just looking at him, admiring his beautiful body. He is so perfect. I leaned forward and bending down I kissed his cock feeling the heat of it on my lips. Better drain it a little, before he plugs into me. Swollen blood vessels ran along the edge of it. My hand encircled hairy balls big as apples, and my fingers sought his warm wet cock.

He spread his legs to balance himself, shoved his hips forward. He wanted the suck as much as I did. Perhaps he realized the benefit of getting off first, before the fuck. There’s no better, more satisfying connection than a hard cock slipping down your throat.

I cupped his heavy balls in my hand and sucked his cock deep into my throat. My tongue rolled around the underside of the smooth tip, washing pleasure into it. His groans made it more pleasure for me, cause I knew how much he loved it. Loved it like I loved doing it.

Slowly, he began to push deeper down my throat. I could feel his bristly pubic bush on my upper lip and on my nose, and my chin caught the slap of his low hanging hairy balls as they bounced against it. My trembling fingers continued their slow trace along his ass crack. It was hairy, moist and smelly.

His splash took a long time, long minutes of excruciating pleasure.

The power blast of cum, hot salty cream striking the back of my throat. I hung onto his ass cheeks, holding him in position, licking the hard muscle with my tongue, and when his sharp pleasure turned to pain, he pulled away. “GOD” was all that he whispered, and he fell onto the tile floor.

He was on his back, his arms resting at his sides, his incredible cock was still sticking up into the air reaching for the ceiling. I was hypnotized by the sight of his naked body, and I wanted his giant cock inside me. Anxious for the fuck, I stood over him, and my legs straddled his hips. I lowered myself down upon his saliva-slick cock.  It slipped inside, slowly at first, but with a lunge of his hips it was in all the way.

Before he arrived so unexpectedly, I had been playing with a greased dildo. My rectum was slippery with lube, and for that reason the entry was easy and almost painless. His eyes were open, riveted on mine, watching every movement, every expression of pleasure on my face that his humongous cock caused, as it massaged my prostate.

And so I began the ride, easing his cock in deeper, then out almost to the tip, then in again. I put a squeeze on my ass muscles, tightening the hold of his precious member, milking pleasure into it.

I looked down upon his perfect body, and I knew it could never be better than this. The indescribable pleasure of his cock rubbing the inside of me, touching all the hidden nerves that cause so much exquisite sensation. His lips formed a kiss. The fingers of one hand worked his nipple, the other hand found my swollen cock and began to masturbate me.

I wanted to bend down to kiss him, to feel the roughness of his unshaven beard that appeared on his cheeks and chin, to sense the real masculinity of him, while I rode his cock up and down. But I was afraid if I did he might slip out breaking the spell, so I continued the ride.

His groans became shouts of loud screaming passionate filthy words, words that were outrageous and exciting. He demanded all the strength I could give him. Sweat formed on my hairy chest and dripped down on his hairy stomach. I could feel it flow into my pits. The stink of it was wonderful.

And then with a sharp cry and super strength he pushed his hips up off the floor, carrying me up higher and higher. Somehow I fell on my back, he was hovering over me. The position totally changed. My legs found a resting place on his shoulders.

He hung over me now. His cock grew bigger, harder, as he plunged it in and out of my hole. In moments he was ready for the come, and with a shout that could be heard in London his orgasm splashed hot love cream into the deep cave of my rectum. And my cock rubbing on his hairy stomach caused my own wonderful explosion, shooting luscious cum into his belly hair.

And with exquisite pleasure that swallowed both of us into another super wet dream, I knew at once it was the greatest sex I had ever had.  I was captured in the thrall of him. The exquisite pleasure of giving.  Oh man, I will do anything, anything for you Jerry, just ask.

After a long while he stirred, sat up and looked at me, “That was something, wasn’t it” he grinned, “So great”. And then he paused long enough for brief kiss, “We’ll do it again won’t we, after we rest a bit?” he asked with a shy smile.

“Yes Jerry, we’ll do it again. Come lay next to me. See if you can get some sleep”.

“Friday night, you’ll come over to my place, okay? We’ll show Laurie”.

And as he fell asleep, I lay beside him thinking of new things and new ways, until several hours later he awoke and we began again.