`` Thanks '' to all the gifted writer here for the story 's that aid me cum. If you like this story it could be more than one part. If it cause the fans. I could see it possibly being four parts. So let me know. All persons in this story are over the age of eighteen. The narration may not be for everyone, but then why would you be reading it ?

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He was a plenty of a man. Standing six foot six, weighing in at 240 Ezra Pound of bones and muscles. pearl and brawniness are not uncommon for a man, any man, but this genus Adonis was the alpha ; wherever he went he commanded the room. His size intimidated me, so we did n't cling out much. Actually never. I think he was a model, muscleman or something like that. Paid preposterous sum of money of money to point off. Who really knew ? I know he was making neat money. It 's almost a prerequisite on our block. A commanding black man who was known as Turner.

He lived on the Saame cul-de-sac as I did in an upscale neighborhood with his beauty of a wife, a blonde goddess, huge tits and a very squeamish ass. His peeress took my breather away, and made my cock hard. This trophy wife was the envy of every other wife, she was charming and elegant. With an infectious gag and a sexy smile. Wendy was her public figure. The physical object of my fantasies.

When in populace together, the couple turned heads of both sexes ! The placard match for the hone married couple. Or was it ?

It was late in the spill. I 'd just finished with the leaves and Gunter Grass. Admiring my employment as I enjoyed a beer, a deep vox shook me from my daydream.

'' Can I use your folio blower, mine just gave out. `` Turner was casting quite the shadow and I happened to be in it.

'' Of line you can. '' I said, thinking that it must be nice just to use your good feel to get what you want. I gave him what he came for, and just as quickly he vanished in the niche of his yard. A concealment rampart surrounded his property, with act upon iron track gating. Beautiful, secure and private. I 'd often wondered what it looked like.

Weeks went by and I had forgotten the incident altogether when the telephone set rang. It was Wendy wondering if I could assist Turner with a small task in the K. With my wife away visiting her sick mom, I thought why not ?

I walked the three household aloofness in the Amerindic summertime we were having wearing what I usually did, a tank top and circuit board shorts. My alternate smacked along the stroll. I 'm not a big guy, never played sportswoman, more than of a geek. I 'm flimsy, one XXX soaking wet, my wife in her dog is taller than my five foot six fame. A bit of an LXXX 's boy my hair was down to the eye of my spinal column. Enjoying the sun as I stood before the gate, I pressed the push button and waited.

Wendy 's voice was the one that answered, and granted me entrance to their palace. Figuring Joseph Mallord William Turner was around the back of the place, I casually turned the recess and almost passed out. There without a stitch of clothes on was Wendy, nursing a margarita in her lounger.

The secondment shock came when I saw that Turner was next to her in exactly in the Same shape, bare for all.

I must have been staring for some time, when Wendy broke the quiet stating the obvious. `` We 're nudist. '' I took a mental picture of that goddess, for beat stuff later. Stunning was not even close to describing her beauty. Joseph Mallord William Turner found his voice soon after. I tuned to him as he spoke.

'' Not sure you can help, I may have to call another bud '' Pointing to the ambo he was trying to slay from his yard. It was a rather humble dais. Not like the podium Turner was packing. Even diffused his peter was three sentence bigger than mine. That monstrosity must part his Barbie in two when they fuck. I watched as stew rolled down his abs to the cornerstone of that Brobdingnagian cock. Darting my center away, I think he did see me staring at it, I do n't know why my middle even looked, Why does traffic decelerate down at a bad fortuity ? Do they secretly want to see a mangled physical structure ? I 'm heterosexual my middle stayed on his face. Designing software package for a popular gaming platform. I studied the stump. pee had been used to soften the land. almost of the dirt had been cleared, exposing a few nitty-gritty roots. Some of those roots even failed to compare to the other leg that dangled between his. Knowing there was no hope of me helping..I wondered why they even asked for it.

'' A tractor is your answer, a lowly one wo n't be much to rent. '' I offered my advice. Hoping he would not have me attempt such a task. turner kept his focal point on the stump, as if trying to show its mind. I kept sneaking peep at Wendy when I could. When I could not, it was the tree stump and his pulpit I looked at. Wishing mine could be half that big, only made me more pathetic.

'' Let 's try to force it from here. '' turner said pointing to the widest part. I shrugged and walked around where he stood and found a piazza to put my hands. Turner then stood behind me, closed the gap between. His monster paw made mine smell feminine. His arms resembled black steel on each face of me. I immediately felt that big cock at my ass, as we dug in and shoved.

This went on till I was about to die, sweating, shirt clinging to my tight fitting frame. His body added to this heat energy. His deal dug into my spinal column as I swear his hammer dug into my bubble of an ass. Finally I heard a gingersnap, and suddenly we were launched forward as the stump gave way. Landing us the muddy land, Nat Turner on top of me. My hint was taken as his weight unit pressed mine further in the mud. It took some clip for Turner to piece himself up off of me.

Laying there hoping my will was updated, I slowly recovered as well. Mud covered me from head to toe. Wendy was kind enough to pop the question a shower bath. I thought I could just as easily take one at my place, and began my departure.

'' I would n't finger very Christian if you did not accept my offer. '' Wendy said, blocking my exit by stepping right in strawman of me. I was so finis to her that I could smell her aroma, then her sweat, and then something else. Was it sex ? Thinking it could n't be, I looked down before I could bar myself and was shocked to see what appeared to be cum leaking down her thigh.

'' Uh, uh, but I do n't receive any clean clothes '' I stammered looking back up at her pin-up aspect. I could experience my cock starting to inure as I failed to check myself thinking about the fucking Turner must receive given her just before I arrived.

'' Do n't care scratch, we 'll find you something to put on. '' She said with a sexy grinning as she pushed me back with one hand to the center of my chest of drawers. The contestation was lost. Taking me by the script, she guided me through their beautifully decorated theatre, to a stall shower down off the guest elbow room. Even the cubicle was big, and she stepped in with me, pointed out the soap and shampoo, and then winked before she turned and left me to the task.

Letting the pee rinse away the grime was n't enough, I used the soap, physical structure airstream and shampoo. Doing a thorough job to reverse the dirt. And trying to get my pie-eyed cock to go down. Maybe xx bit passed before I emerged. As I was drying my consistency I was alarmed to see my pubic hair wiped away with the beads of water. Did I grab a bottle of Nair by error ? Not having any hair's-breadth at the base made my prance look so different. farsighted and thinner. I quickly covered myself with my towel, and began to wait for clothes.

Not finding any, yelled for something to put on, to whomever was listening. Joseph Mallord William Turner opened the door and tossed me some scraps, looked at me briefly as he closed the door again. I sorted the bundled fabric. There were a duo of shorts that were cut like Daisy Dukes. The top was a light pink and had drear heyday embroidered on it. Clearly these were Wendy 's but to avoid any further egress I put them on. I usually go free balling so the lack of undies did n't bother me.

What did bother me is the boxers were almost a flip-flop on me, I could see in the mirror that they made my ass look like it belonged on a bimbo. The top was practically glued to my breast. The close-fitting fit created segmentation and was cut to draw attention there. The image in the mirror looked more like a immature charwoman than it did me I was embarrassed. I improvised and wrapped a towel around me for the short paseo home.

Working my way back out through the house, I was again surprised by Turner. In his handwriting was a frosted glass with a imperial concoction, that he put into mine. Being parched I quickly accepted and downed the looking glass in present moment. A very tonic unassailable drink was now warming my tum. Feeling the affects almost instantly, I had been drinking prior to the yell. The warm buzz engulfed me, I steadied myself on the wall. The bass of his part, sent electricity down my acantha. Causing shudder to surface, the sensation washed over me

Hey, do n't leave now, hang out for a while and relax. '' Turner said, stopping me before I could get out the room access. He never gave any sign of befriending me in the eld we shared the same stint of black-market top. I 've always enjoyed the comforter of home, so I did n't get out much. My feet already moving along the aplomb wooden base. I just shrugged saying `` Uh.. Ok, I guess. ''

'' I have a game way in the basement. Come on, it 's a blast. We can play a secret plan, get to know one another. '' He knew my bench vise for secret plan, but I was freaked out and started for the door. Suddenly his canyon of an arm moved, landing on my shoulder joint. I had no choice but to walk with him down a staircase to the threshold at the bottom. He held one arm around me his hand then slid down to my hip. The early bridge player was opening the door as he would for a lady. He smiled, but I could see something sinister behind his chopper white teeth.

'' Sure, why not ? '' I said. Trying to be poise about the situation. I have never been in there theatre. I figured a few games could n't suffer. The phone of tegument hitting hide followed behind me. His cock, slapping his second joint, I quickened the stride, but when I turned the corner at the prat, there were no video recording plot or pond board. Scanning the elbow room, the veneration failed to flick me into reality. I looked back ; Frederick Jackson Turner was locking the door.

'' It 's my slavery playroom. And we are going to make for the best biz in the reality. It 's called 'bend over, gripe''' His hardening cock was the merely thing I could see, and my body shuddered in fear.

My blood turned to ice, freezing me to that bit. I struggled with his lyric. They were floating around in my head, I had to have misunderstood him. Nothing made sense. I stood unable to respond, my optic locked on his bulging muscle, then in horror to his throbbing fateful penis.

'' Your going to love this shaft. '' he smiled. Looking more like a billy club than a cock ; he held the monster at the base, throw off it, pulling back the remaining foreskin. The chief of it could stimulate been mistaken for portabella mushroom. His monumental hand was stoking the fat shaft.

'' Before this is over.. '' his phonation boomed inside my head. `` ... you will be begging me not to stop. To fuck you hard. You soon will desire my putz in both your holes. '' The chills grew taunt unblock of tomentum, they stretched my cutis, quivering in fear I felt hot. My eyes burned the ikon into my pass as I openly ogled, ineffective to turn away.

'' You 're staring, you sissy sluts are all the Lapp ; you need to be bred. ''

Turner grabbed my arm and guided me to a table. It was shank high and had metal rings, and leather hamper. The impact of what was happening started to get through me, but why was left a mystery. My protests were dismissed as he lifted me onto the table easily, and secured my sleeve quickly to either side. I felt silk stockings sliding up my bare legs then skyscraper hound on my metrical unit, I watched in horror. Next he went over to the wall and returned with the longest spreader bar I 've ever seen. I opened my mouth to protest : `` Hey, wait ! '' I cried out, `` I glrub. '' I choked as he forced a cock gag into my sass when a cock gag was forced in my mouth and around my question. He was palming it so I would n't see.

As my branch were being stretched far apart, the chain was pulled lifting me up, until the base of my spur rested on the sharpness of the board.

'' Oh yeah babe, that 's better ! '' The grandness of his interpreter pierced my form. So hot, I could experience sweat run off my head lifting to see what was adjacent. Burning muscles in my neck told me I could not hold it practically longer.. soberness was beginning to win the war. He pulled at the ragtime and towel, that I had been given, ripped them off like trash. A pink thong that tied on both slope and a big pink bra now covered me, on the frigidity stainless steel tabular array.

Fear overcame me and the way went black.

oculus shot open centering was impossible and everything was fuzzy, I could n't bring in out the objects hanging on the rampart ... I could not see any planetary house of my attacker. I was racking my brain on how I could dislodge myself. I was still processing it all. hell dust of his stride descended, and slip my attention. He stood adjacent to me. He was rubbing my bureau, pulling hard on my nipples. I could only moan, as his hands violated my trunk. It felt as if an incus was sitting on my chest, when he adjusted the bra I had huge tits. Adjusting the new garb made it feel like they were mine. It actually made my teat hard as well as the eraser tip nipple capping what must be at least `` J '' cup. `` I love big ovalbumin bosom. '' He said. Playing roughly with them, admiring his work. Every time he spoke now his hot breath stimulated my ear musical passage. The pall were galvanizing and started to bear upon my cock. I could feel it coming to life-time. Heterosexual from parturition. My mind could n't put it together the grounds to know that I was in difficulty. His B. B. King of a tool was always close to my face. My mind would n't work, I lost consciousness once more..

The fog was lifting from my oral sex, not knowing how much time had passed or what else was done in my slumber. There was a mask now stealing my imagination, the dick gag still deep in my mouthpiece. I struggled at the binds with no event. I knew there was another person in the room because earpiece were taped to my pinna. Booming bass, with other unknown phone came through loudly deafening me.

I felt script on my ass then a smack landed. It jostled me a bit, then another one the early nerve. I weakly attempted to withdraw my ass from the assault. The spanks kept landing place, and landing my ass burned like never before. I was crying under the protection of my mask. The rent only made my nose run and fill my already wide mouth with spittle and mucous secretion. My erection how I will never have it off continued to temper. Taking the headphone off my right ear. He first blew into it his hot breath caused a stirring in my loins.

'' You white pansy 's are the same. '' His big hands were turning my ballock, boiling hot. '' I know you want my big cock, I watched you stare at it. I know you want me to make out you with it. '' I could barely manage a cold-shoulder shaking my of my head, as reverence, his voice and his manus made my cock painfully hard.

'' Like the drink ? '' The whispering made my back arch, and pushed my Ball in his palm. '' The `` Afro '' was a chemical just hitting the market nationwide. Only affecting Caucasian men 18 to 40. Is a new intense female hormone. It fuses to the DNA and begins to slowly change the code. '' awe had been a permanent feeling on my font as I told myself it was n't real. My headland simply shut down. I had a pipe dream that the world was way dissimilar, big bootleg alpha male person, char and sissy 's were the three sex on the satellite. Only the sissy 's served both male and female person. Never using the equipment god gave them for pleasure. They were for wide-eyed Robert William Service to satisfy the master. Shocked by this I was alert again.

A cooling sensation was now on my ass and spread generously. I could feel it drip down my scissure and over my hairless mother fucker. The operose target was then inserted in my ass as he grabbed my junk. That was the area he focused on next, smashing my droop shaft into something. It too brought a tear to the eyes, then a ignition lock clicked. I was in sexual morality. I felt hands sliding up the stockings on my branch, then down to the heel on my feet. He continued to play and tease my body. I could only lie there as he did. Looking like a trashy big tit bimbo in blackguard. A crisp pain made me arch, the gag bumped at the book binding of my throat. I was being anally stretched, to accommodate his monster tool. With my wife away I knew my situation was hopeless, as a madman fondled my new womanly curves.

I felt the gag being removed, as the plastic left my sass a big band was inserted. I could rest honorable and swallow the abundance of saliva now. I was gasping for air

when the big head of his calamitous hammer slid into it. I could not act my head to stop the trespasser my jaw was being stretched by his cock. I could taste his lather, feeling it throb as his cock heading sliding across my tongue until it bumped against the back of my mouth ant stopping at the entree of my throat. Pinching my nose closed I was forced to receive my air from my rima oris. With his dick inside of it I manage to get petty gasps. On one of these aspiration he pushed his cock into my throat. Then he released my abused nose.

My head hung down as he used my mouth plunging his massive sum in relentlessly. I could only shoot forgetful inhales through my nose. When his hip joint pulled back his shaft head rested on my clapper. Thrusting forward sent it into my oesophagus. He was fucking my oral fissure, I could smack the musk of him. His balls slapping against the mask in rhythm with the pulse being played. He got all of that cock in my throat, I could sense his intemperate balls on my masquerade. That 's when he came, It took forever for him to vacate his load in my stomach. When he was done, he pulled out leaving a lead of cum in my mouth. The salty taste danced on my taste buds, and before I could say a thing the turncock gag was back and secured around my header. This activeness made me swallow the source he left there. I know it takes a bit for a guy to recover from that big of a gust. My belly full of his seed he patted my cheek. I must have pleased him, I hoped that meant the end of my trial by ordeal. How wrong I was. Removing the headphones so I could hear.

He then spoke more lyric than I 've ever heard him speak. `` You did ok sissy. Managed to get me off. I 've taken two viagra and I 'm hard as blade. That sassing just teased me, now I want to love your cunt. You will eventually love my cock, even beg me to jazz you. As I train you while wifey is away to be my sissified bitch I think I 'll call you Cherry. Yeah your going to be my personal cum shit. My friends are going to love fucking my Milquetoast, your going to puddle me some money ! Yeah from the moment I saw you, I knew you would take to me. I knew you would soon be my sissy bitch. '' He even gave me a big dope, bimbo name. Then replaced the earpiece. My mind raced on how was I going to forfend being break up out-of-doors by his peter. Or any of his friends for that matter.

He moved the toy in my ass clockwise, then a dildo replaced it turning it counterclockwise. The dildo was slightly self-aggrandizing than the kickoff toy as he opened my ass for the assault. Slapping the cage on my cock every now and then. Running his paw down my stockings, pinching my mammilla, or at least felt like mine over and over.

The tassels of a whip now added new colour on my already pervert ass. His vacillation told me he was born with a party whip in his hand. Twenty lashes as Thomas More bout ran, then more cooling oil applied the stretching continued on for minute. I was exhausted. No conflict left in me when the head of his massive putz took my anal retentive cherry. He moved slowly at first, inch by inch. My fountainhead hung as drool leaked from my gag. The pain as to a greater extent of the fiend opened my ass for his pleasure was bad as I thought it would be. I was blubbering incoherently, and moaning as the inches were forced in my ass/pussy repetitively. able to sense his pulse, I attempted to tighten my abode so he could not go deeper. Three More inches were forced in me as he just chuckled saying. `` tinker's dam your ass is squiffy, but it wo n't be when I 'm done. Your already loving my big disastrous cock, I knew you would Cherry ! ``

Expertly he fucked my ass. His huge turncock head bumped against my prostate and glided in deeper, my colon was his and he filled it. Picking up the pace slapping my ass as he thrust more in. I was delirious with pain, shame and mortification. Pulled on my chastity on the standoff out, smacking an asscheek on the driving force in. Training my muddle for his cock, the speed increased. I relaxed and let him use my hole. Pain had faded into something I did n't expect.

He brutally trained my hole for hours, I was jelly as he used me. I then heard the lock pop open. My chastity was removed as his hands played with what he referred to as my clitoris. His big cock kept it 's focal ratio, he milked my clitoris. I came without having an erection. He fed me my own cum off the finger he slid past the gag. Tasting myself for the first prison term sent me into a frenzy.

Not for sure why, I began to want all of that cock in me. To fuck me, he was right. His jabbing were too shallow. He pulled his rooster out with a pop. Released my weapons system from the table, I could experience by organic structure elevate. arm attached to more chains I 'd guessed, as I was hung from the roof. With stocking wooden leg spread open wide he finally got that Python of a stopcock all inside. I was here, my intellectual mind left me. He fucked me, like I was a girl, like I was his little girl and letting me sleep with it. I felt the cum as it flowed out of my shaft and on to my belly, he just made me cum. I was moaning the salutary I could with my oral cavity full. A dash of lightning sent waves of blissfulness crashing through me. I wanted him to hump me harder. To train me to be his sissy kick. To progress to me cum again. I got what I wished for. It lasted all that night and for the succeeding three days. I then knew why people called him Frederick Jackson Turner, he was turning me !