Begging for a Pegging Pt. 02

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This story is dedicated to the muse who inspired it. I think she would most certainly enjoy taking the reins in the bedroom. In fact, I think she may have pleasured herself while she read the last story. Thanks again I’m speechless, but I love your dirty mind! All characters are above the age of eighteen, please this story may not be for you, but don’t read all of it and then complain as if I was twisting your arm.

Begging for a Pegging pt. 2

A loud noise returned me to a conscious state, the scenes of my violation last night, played in my head. Playing in slow motion, every degrading thing she did as she used my body for her sick pleasure. I felt myself blush, and wondered why she was so forceful. Her actions and words were not only humiliating, they belittled me. Wondering what caused the sudden change, she was always the milder one.

I sobbed, remembering how she broke me, to become her fuck toy. I felt like I was less of a man. She stripped away a piece of my soul. Stealing it and putting it inside herself, becoming the alpha in the bedroom. I needed to put a stop to this immediately, but first I needed to get out of my bindings.

My entire body ached, especially my ass! The hole itself to be specific! The throbbing from my rectum would make a great baseline for a FFDP song. My head was pounding, everything I moved wait, I could move?.

Reality took a moment to sink in…I was free! Instantly forgetting everything at once, slithering off the bed, onto weak knees to crawl into the bathroom. The need to relieve myself was very long overdue, I was about to burst. I could see the marks the rope left on my wrists. Every motion reminded me of the abuse I suffered. Almost two straight hours, she had her way with me treating me like a two dollar hooker.

Standing up in the bathroom, I looked at my reflection as I urinated. I could make out the dried cum on my face. It looked like my lips were frosted with cum. I remembered the horror, she had shot cum on my face. Wait she shot cum?

I was dizzy turning on the shower, normally I work from home, remoting into work. However we had the CEO of the company in on a visit, to see the new launch of an application that’s on deck. I was giving the presentation, seeing how I developed almost all of it. I had to actually go into work.

The idea made me instantly nauseous, as the fear of what happened would show, allowing all to see it. They would know what she did, while looking at me with disgust. Bile continued its rise and I dispelled the contents of my stomach. My vomit still had the flavor of whatever she called cum. It’s salty bitter burn will haunt me. I hoped I wouldn’t do it again.

I started the shower and stepped in. The cold water helped wake me. I started rinsing the orgy off my battered body, letting the water coat me. Adding the hot water, I grabbed my body wash and started to lather soap over my body. I thoroughly washed every inch below my neck. I left the lather on to insure all evidence was cleaned off. I stepped away from the spray to soak off the filth. I had to shampoo my hair twice to get the cum out.

Astonished by the amount of the dried crusty crud. Things were getting weird now. It seemed my hair was a little longer. My chest was sore and appeared to be swollen. Finally after a good scrubbing I managed to get all the cum off. Quickly rinsing so I wouldn’t be late today.

I turned the water off and opened the frosted glass door. I must have gone sheet white, my jaw falling to the slate tile beneath my feet. There she stood blocking any retreat from the bathroom.

She wore a corset that looked like it was made of “plinal” (you know the mix of plastic and vinyl). It laced up the back, was black and showed all of her massive cleavage! It covered her from nipples to her tight tummy. With a deep cut down the middle. A fraction if an inch tighter and she’d have to peel it off. Boots made with the same material came to her knees and had six inch spikes on the heel. The gloves she wore covered each arm to the fingers. Matching the rest of the outfit.

Her right hand held a paddle, it was about four and a half inches wide and roughly an inch thick. Several holes were drilled, through the illegal bahis solid oak littering it’s surface. It whistled when swinging it. It blistered whatever it came in contact with. My bare, wet, hairless body. Oh my god I no longer had any hair below my neck! I began to cry as the paddle struck my bare ass. I shook involuntarily, tightening the cheeks of my ass.

After her first swing the electricity of pain bolted up my spine, making me shutter. Just below her pierced navel the fourteen inch, ebony cock was hanging between her legs it looked so real, it even bounced with her motions. I looked at it in shock, and became self conscious and ashamed.. I was about to tell her this had to stop, but my courage was gone. It was the biggest cock that I’ve ever seen. She laughed when she noticed me staring at her new toy.

“Ok you might pretend you don’t want me to fuck you with this big cock again! You want it, don’t you sissy? I know you liked being fucked by it, you came so many times! You loved it. If you’re a good girl, I’ll fuck you again.” She laughed.

She softly pushed on my back bending me over the vanity. Fear overtaking me I shook uncontrollably. Easily penetrating me, she began to fuck me again. She was anything but gentle.

Turning my head to look at my wife as she spoke. There was nothing left but ice behind her menacing eyes. It caused adrenaline and fear to fill me. My heart felt like it was going to beat its way out of my chest. Her laugh made the hair follicles tingle and rise giving me goosebumps. The amount of goosebumps gave the impression I was aroused by everything being done. Her laugh reminded me of the sound nails made when dragged across old school blackboards.

Instantly my penis started to retreat into my body and my balls were tightening. I caught her eyes following the motion. In a flash she had my package in the palm of her hand. Being behind me did not hinder her progress. Her motions were so fast, they were blurry. Before I knew it my penis was in a very small chastity device with a sounding tube and sharp teeth on a ring, to prevent escape.

It was unbearable, as she smashed my penis into it. The pain was just starting to fade. When she pulled out her toy, replacing it with a cold solid object deep inside my rectum, the ring of my abused hole closed tightly around its base.

The reflection in the slowly defogging mirror showed my confusion and embarrassment.. The horror of what stared back at me, robbed the voice from my throat. My flesh was now naked of any hair, she must have switched out my body wash, replacing it with hair remover. I just noticed it however, that was not the worst thing I noticed, also had small A cup breasts?! My features scarcely resembled anything manly! I desperately wondered how all this happened and how I would stop it.

“Don’t you just look so cute this morning?” Her words pulled me out of thought and were drowned out by the crack of the paddle against my bare ass. My eyes instantly filled with tears. Then she drove another to the same spot. Soaking my face again as the tears flowed.

“Now let’s get you into a pretty g-string and stockings quickly so you’re not late.” She said, pulling me into the bedroom. Then forcing me to pick up one foot, then the next so she could slide the g-string to fit over the embarrassing cage I was wearing.

The panties were transparent, you could clearly see the device preventing me from getting hard. Even worse, it was hot pink. I was on display ashamed of my my lack of body hair. The string rested tightly against the plug I guessed she put into my ass.

The luxurious pink stockings rolled up each leg were also sheer. The sensation of the lingerie’s fabric was arousing, causing pain to my crotch. A hot pink lace, bone corset was added next. Tightly lacing it behind me while in front the effect of my waist shrinking only served to fill the large cups above. It was cut at such an angle it squeezed me, forming breasts big enough to begin to spill out. Showing the valley of cleavage I now had. The soft material made my nipples hard as they peaked out from the cups., If I moved my breasts shook a little. I looked like a bimbo porn star. She was feminizing me. I stood illegal bahis siteleri dumbfounded saying nothing.

I was so very relieved I was able to wear my suit to work. Yes all that feminine lingerie was just beneath the fine pinned stripped power suit I’d purchased for important visitors.

“Hurry home tonight dear, we are having some company over. I’d like your help cleaning and decorating for them.” Giving me another slap on my ass to speed me up. I realized she was commanding me, giving orders with a firm confident voice.

“Take a half day off! Get your sexy ass home and help your mistress.” Speaking firmly her tone meant business and on the words “sexy ass” the paddle landed square on each cheek of my ass horizontally. It propelled my legs forward involuntarily. “That’s a good girl, hurry home now.” I heard as I followed the momentum of my legs, to my car, escaping further abuse.

My blush stayed with me all the way to the building where I worked. I arrived early and made my way to the conference room. It was prepared for the presentation. Coffee and pastries filled the table off to the side. My chair was at the head of the large oval table in the center. I tested the PowerPoint I was using. I found myself getting warm, I removed my jacket but the light of the projector made the lingerie I wore visible through my white shirt. You could see I had tits now. I would have to endure the heat if I was to conceal my underclothes and shame.

Everyone arrived In a timely manner so I started the show. The break for lunch came as scheduled and we adjourned, I quickly got my boss’s attention and told a lie I concocted.

He gave the ok for me to leave so I could get this mess my wife got me into cleaned up. I went over the discussion in my head. I was going to be firm with her, act angry in order to put a stop to these games!

I still had forty minutes on my lunch hour, when I felt the need to relieve myself. I used the executive bathroom, with marble floors and gold fixtures it was very plush. It lacked any partitions between commodes, giving it a spacious look. It dawned on me that I would have to sit so I wouldn’t urinate all over my pants. I made haste to the toilet, and lowered my slacks along with the see thru panties my wife put me in. As quickly as possible I relieved myself, even pushing on my belly in hopes of speeding it up further. The flow was winding down and I was thanking the ceiling that I had not been discovered. Just then the door opened, I froze, and tightly closed my eyes.

I could hear the dress shoes as they landed heavily on the marble tiles, growing closer until they came to a stop.

“What do we have here?” The voice sounded familiar, as shame washed over my face. I slowly opened my eyes to see the CEO of the company standing before me. The guy was huge, taller than I was, looking like he benched Mack trucks in his spare time. My eyes drifted down in shame, stopping at the bulge in his slacks. His hand toyed with the lump for a few moments, then proceeded to open the slacks pushing down his muscled legs. The pristine white boxers showed the bulge even more. The deep color of his skin really made the white boxers stand out. He slowly rolled his shirt up so I could see the bottom of the sixpack he carried. A small trail of curly black hair that went below the band of the boxers. He told me to open my shirt so he could see what I wore underneath obviously he could see my brests, burning red I unbuttoned and opened it so he could see my shame!

“Nice titties! All you white sissy’s love to suck black cock don’t you?” He said when he noticed where my eyes were looking. “Why don’t you give me a demonstration of your talent? Be quick about it. I don’t want anyone to interrupt our little party!” His words were demanding and killed any argument I might have. He stepped closer putting his crotch at face level.

“Come on sissy, let’s see what you got. The last demand told me that I was to take the boxers down, so I did. Slowly I lowered them, time stopped, as the thick penis came into view.

I knew what he expected, I sat there in lingerie that screamed sissy. I couldn’t tell him what really happened! I would never live it down. I canlı bahis siteleri just closed my eyes and growing cock in my mouth.

He slapped my hands away saying, “No hands sissy.” His large hand palmed the back of my head. He fed me his cock inch by inch. Saliva was building up, filling my mouth with its tangy salty flavor. Not wanting to drool down to my shirt, I had to swallow often to accommodate the invader. Feeling the fat head bump against the entrance of my throat made me gag a bit. He pulled away, I was thankful he did not make me puke.

I was so lost in my fear, and shame, I failed to see his plan. He just timed my swallowing of saliva and with precision his fat cock fed it’s way into my esophagus.

I panicked a bit, not being able to breath. Attempts to get away from the monster failed. He held my head and began to fuck my face. He would pull free long enough for a breath, then drive it further. My face was soon flush to his skin, I had his cock all in. I then felt the twitching, shooting ropes into my belly. Quickly pulling completely out, he fisted himself shooting two large ropes of cum across my face.

He made me clean him up and swallow everything. He dressed, washed his hands and left. I was on my knees with cum painted across my red face. I was just forced to suck the big bosses, big cock. Shame filled my entire being, as I washed cum off my face for the second time today.

The presentation began again, I stumbled through my presentation. The CEO would ask questions that dripped innuendo, only I understood. I played along.

Sitting at the opposite end, I looked at him, seeing only his huge cock. His flavor still in every corner of my mouth that he just fucked.

I through the rest of the presentation, and made a beeline to my office. Grabbing all I would need I rushed to the elevator. I abused the call button. Tapping my foot in nervous confusion while I waited. I entered on its arrival and abused the parking button the same way.

In the garage I started to briskly close the gap between my car and the elevator. The candy apple red, Ferrari Testarossa skidded to block my path. He wanted to drive me home.

I thanked him for the offer, explaining that I had my car here. He was not going to take no for an answer. So I got in the Italian car I couldn’t possibly ever afford. In a flash we were pulling into my driveway.

“You should introduce me to your wife, I don’t believe I have had the pleasure of meeting her.” When he said the word pleasure, I heard, fuck your wife cuckold. I had no desire to introduce the two. He was already out and walking to my door. I quickly caught him, I looked to my door and my eyes popped out of my head.

There in the threshold stood my wife, the outfit she wore left very little to the imagination. It was sheer to her flesh. I could make out the smallest details of her knockout body. I felt a mix of jealousy, anger, and embarrassment as I introduced her to the man I fellated not less than three hours ago. After a brief hug she kissed him, on his mouth and used her tongue. I was seeing red, watching her make out with my boss on the front stoop.

I ushered them, both inside breaking the kiss she offered him a drink. She had me follow her to assist. She could see my shame, asking me, “what happened today?”

Turning beet red I told her what happened, blaming her for it all. I was clearing the way for my.. this stops now speech, when she interrupted me, telling me to go change into something comfortable. I don’t know why I did as she wished. I just did. Going upstairs I could hear them both laughing.

On the bed there was some naughty lingerie that almost matched hers. I stood dumbfounded thinking she couldn’t be serious. There was also a note.

It read, “Sissy hubby please change into the outfit I’ve selected. There is some glue for the false breasts, pins for the wig and don’t forget the makeup I left out.”

I didn’t want to fight with my boss here, so I compiled with her requests. I stumbled in the heels going 8back down the stairs. Safely getting to the ground floor, I turned to see my wife sucking the same cock I did. She pulled herself away long enough to ask me to join them on my knees sucking his cock in between her words.

I teared up, looking like I wanted to be fucked. I lowered myself directly in front of him, she pulled his cock out of her mouth and forced it into mine.

The last story will follow soon….

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