Date: Wed, 26 Jul 2006 19:19:25 +0100 (BST)
From: WILL OBE <will.obe@btinternet.com>
Subject: OBEYING MY HUSBAND 9

Dave is proving to be everything I ever wanted. Loving and
at the same time sexually demanding. Before we get out of
bed every morning, he fucks me hard and I take it willingly
and with a great sense of what I think of as wifely
obedience. While I lick his cock clean, he sucks me off. He
grunts loudly like an animal when he cums while I, more
quietly, scream with joy. If I scrape his cock with my teeth
or he deems I've been naughty in some other way, Dave takes
great delight in spanking me until my bottom is red and
makes me stand in a corner of the bedroom until he's shaved
and showered. On his return, he hugs me close and we exchange
our morning kiss.

He dresses while, still naked, I prepare our coffee, cereals
and toast. David likes to see me naked in the morning and I
never dress until he departs for work. It's often convenient
to remain naked as my oversexed lover usually wants to fuck
me again after breakfast. Dave either bends me over a chair
or lifts me up on the table or work surface, swings my legs
up, unzips and pounds into me. Another hug and kiss and he's
off.

I wash up and make the bed. Then into the bathroom to shave my
face, armpits and groin and take a shower. With the money Nick
gave me, I purchased a laptop and all the books I need. The
rest of the money has gone on clothes as decided by Dave.

It was dead embarrassing to be taken to a women's shop where
I bought silk underpants at least one size too small. Mostly
white, but also two pink and two black. They could be easily
mistaken for men's pants, but we both know they were made
for women. At least my short cut tank tops and short sleeved
shirts in similar colours came from a guy's shop. As did my
one size too small white trousers, black trousers, summer
shorts and jeans. In the shop I had to try them all on for
Dave's smiling approval. I couldn't help thinking he was
aiming for a rather effeminate look. This thought was
reinforced by the knee length silk stockings, ankle socks
and slip on shoes he chose for me. No trainers, Dave doesn't
like me wearing them. Perhaps he wants me to be constantly
reminded of my status. However if Dave's happy I'm more than
pleased to wear whatever he wants.

After college I rush home in the evening, shower, change into
just a pair of clean underpants and prepare our evening meal.
Without fail, after hugging and kissing me, he drops his
pants and I kneel down to suck his cock. Sometimes he cums
in my mouth, more often he bends me over and fucks me as if
he's not had sex for a week. Wow! Aren't I a lucky bitch.

Naturally I've reported all is going well to Doug Trent and
he's really pleased we're hitting it off. He reminds me
to always respond and be obedient to Dave's wishes and
allow him to develop my full potential. I find that very
thought provoking.

On Saturday morning while I'm standing naked in a corner of
the living room after being spanked and Dave is reading his
newspaper, the doorbell rings.

"Stay where you are, I'll go," says Dave.

I hear him opening the door and chatting and laughing with
a guy. They come into the living room and I'm blushing so
much with embarrassment that my face is as red as my bottom.

"Nice arse, May I touch?" asks the stranger. A soft Irish
accent.

"Be my guest Liam, my kitten's very obedient. You don't
mind, do you Matt?"

"Whatever you say Dave."

Two large, rough hands settle on my ass cheeks. They move
around examining the contours of my bottom, slip between
my legs and squeeze my balls.

"Smooth as a baby and nice balls."

Now the hands are on my nipples, teasing and twisting. My
prick is rock hard as Liam's hands move down over my belly
and feel my shaved groin and my prick. He pulls back my
foreskin and rubs a thumb over my knobhead and uses my
precum to massage it until I'm trembling with pent up
excitement.

"Has it cum this morning," asks Liam as if I'm not there.

"No, but he'll toss himself off if you want to watch? He
does it for me most days. You don't mind, do you Matt?"

Liam twists me around and I'm looking into the green
eyes of a tall, handsome guy with a goatee beard and
wearing cut off jeans and a black tee with a printed
slogan in white stating 'the Pope hates Irish queers'.
He kisses me with his tongue down my throat as he
continues to rub my prick head. He lets me go.

"Come on little'un, let me see how far you can shoot."

It's true I've wanked myself off in front of Dave, but
this is so different. It's totally humiliating. They
both sit on the sofa waiting for me to give them a
performance so I start pumping my stiff prick and, if
I'm honest, enjoy the humiliation as Dave smiles at
me. He knows I'm into being humiliated in this sort of
way and I'm sure he gets turned on by seeing me degraded
in public. Liam's green eyes glitter and he starts
rubbing his crotch.

All worked up, bent forward, the big finger of one hand
fucking my own asshole, I use the other hand to work on
my stiff cock.

"Come on bitchboy, show me... shoot that load," demands
Liam.

"Yeah, do as you're told kitten or I'll have to thrash
you." Dave's orders drive me into a new frenzy of wanking.

These two guys are watching me as I demean myself in
front of them. Naked, but for my neckchain I'm
masturbating like a red arsed zoo monkey. I turn around
so they can see my own spanked red ass. To let them see
I'm on heat ready to be shagged. I'm on the edge and turn
back to my grinning audience before shooting a string of
semen across the carpet and onto Liam's boots and Dave's
bare feet.

"Fantastic! You've got a prize boy here Dave."

"Look at the mess you've made kitten. What you going to
do about it?"

I drop down and start licking up my cum across the floor.
Didn't need to be told. It simply increases my feeling
of degradation and I love it. Liam's boots are dirty as
well as being covered by my spunk, but I lick them clean
before turning eagerly to lap up my cum on my man's feet.
Just as eagerly I insert my tongue between his toes and
enjoy the taste of his sweat.

"Easy kitten," Dave pulls me up by my hair and lifts me
onto his lap where I snuggle down naked, his little
kitten.

Liam strokes my naked back as anyone might a household
pet.

"Liam's an artist and sculptor. I've promised he can use
you as a model. You don't mind do you sweetheart?"

Like all such similar questions there is only one answer.

"If you're happy Dave, I'll do it."

"He knows only I fuck you, but I've said you don't mind
giving him the occasional blow job. Is that okay with you
kitten." Dave strokes my hair.

"If you say so Dave." What else can I say? And to be
truthful, little whore that I am, I'm delighted to suck
any guy Dave instructs me to.

"Actually Dave pal, I could do with his services now."
Liam pleads.

I turn my head to look at Dave and he smiles and nods. I
slip off his lap and move to kneel between Liam's
outstretched legs. It's quite clear he needs relief as
his rampant cock is tenting his denim shorts. He un-
zips his flies and pushes his shorts and underpants down
to his ankles. His beautiful hard circumcised cock is
in my face and I take it into my mouth. He exhales loudly
as I perform my first mouth and tongue stroke up and down
his erection. By my third stroke he's stretching back
with his arms above his head.

"Oh, mother of god... this is only to be expected in a
homo heaven."

There's no doubt he's building up to a swift climax and
I keep my mouth sucking on him until he unloads what
feels like a pint of spunk into my mouth. Some of it
dribbles down my chin.

"Swallow it kitten. Take my friends seed," Dave encourages
me to obey.

Gulping twice I manage to swallow as I'm told. While Liam
recovers, Dave pulls me close into his arms.

"You're so good Matt, I'm proud of you babe."

What better words could I hope for as Dave cuddles me? I
vaguely hear Dave making arrangements for me to model for
Liam the following week. After seeing Liam out, Dave
returns, strips naked, bends me over the back of the sofa
and fucks me.

"My obedient boy, this is what you and I need."

"Oh yes Dave. Fuck me hard, make me yours," I'm gasping
as his huge male weapon possesses me.

He twists me around on his solid hard pole and rests my
ass on the back of the sofa. Dave continues fucking me.
His arms are around me and his tongue is down my throat as
he thrusts in and out of me. This is total dreamworld for
me. I suck on his tongue and feel his cock deep in my
boycunt. When he reaches his gasping climax I feel spurt
after spurt of his male juices shooting into me. Can I
be more sexually satisfied than this?

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