1. Pieces-How do you keep yourself ready for sex


    Date: 8/21/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 50, Source: xHamster

    his pants as we pulled into our driveway. The last thing I saw of my wife was her walking across the living room, her lovers hand on her bare ass, her dress up to her waist, looking over her shoulder as she left me with the b*****r and said, “Please be gentle with him. He is a virgin.” With a wicked chuckle she disappeared into the bedroom. My wife had started taking the dominant role in our marriage. I found I enjoyed seeing to her pleasure, doing little things for her, playing at being her submissive. Unfortunately for me, she was not playing. She told me to do something and I refused. She slapped me across the face, and told me to strip as she grabbed her phone and called a friend from work. She did not even try to keep me from hearing. She had called a gay man who she has been friends with for years. I could hear her asking him to get together as many of his friends as he could and be at the house in twenty minutes. I started to protest, but she slapped my face again, grabbed my hair and pulled me to the floor. Growling, she told me not to move, to stay on my knees on the floor. Soon, the doorbell rang and I begged her not to open it. “Shut up bitch” she said as she strode away. She was back soon, grabbed my by my hair and dragged me to the living room as I tried hard to keep up with her as I crawled in behind her. There were seven men sitting around our living room, all with their pants down and slowly stroking their cocks. Still holding me tightly by the hair, and for ...
    the sole purpose of humiliating me, my wife loudly announced, “Boys, this is my husband. He is going to be your Fairy Cocksucker today. His mouth is yours for as long as you want it. When you give him back I expect him to be a simpering faggot cum slut. Use him as much as you like. He will eagerly suck all of you until you can’t get it up anymore.” Looking down at me and scowling she said, ominously, “He knows better than to refuse to do anything you want.” With that, she pulled my hair hard, pushing me into the room, sprawling on the floor, and turned and walked away. My girlfriend has told one of her friends at work that she kept my cock locked in a cage. She even showed her friend the key, and a picture of me. It was only a matter of time before she was invited over to the house to see for herself. I was made to stand before her, strip off all my clothes and present myself to her. She laughed, and her first comment was how small my cock was. She reached out and grabbed my balls and squeezed them, smiling as I grimaced. She pulled on my cage, twisted it, making sure it held me securely, but pulling and pinching and hurting my cock and balls as she did. Finally, my girlfriend told me that her friend had a very good idea on a way to decide how often I could cum in the next year. My eyes opened wide as I just stared at my girlfriend. Laughing, her friend explained that I could chose a number. That number would either be how many times I got to cum for the next year, or how many ...