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And besides, I wanted Anthony’s giant dong to myself.  It made my mouth water so much, I didn’t want to share it with anyone!  I love Anthony SO much, I wanted to deep-throat him … but I just couldn’t.  Not only does his cock stretch forever, it’s as thick as a can of soda!  My mouth and throat needed more practice sucking beautiful rods like this … and with Anthony, I had the best practice ANY woman could have!  My husband’s dick is so puny by comparison, I can hardly feel it or taste it.  Seriously. 

Oh, and you should have seen Anthony’s BALLS.  I swear, they were bigger than a softball!  I’ve never seen such massive lumps on a man’s balls … and they were so hairy, I made him grunt with delight just by licking ‘em!  Believe me, I felt awesome, humbled and honored to please this alpha bull celebrity.  And as I kept licking, his balls kept getting tighter and fuller.  Already, his precum was oozing from the tip of his dick — and I rose to lap up every salty delicious molecule of his goodness. 
 
Hubby was relegated to the corner.  And as he lasered his eyes on us, he was probably thinking that “She could NEVER be that way with me.”  And oooooh, was he right!  He was too old, too passionless, and way too small to satisfy my insatiable sexual hunger!
 
Also, hubby could not imagine what I was like 10 minutes earlier, when Anthony first FUCKED ME ROYALLY and splashed inside my pussy.  Each time he pumped me, I felt waves of pleasure move up and down my body.  Anthony excited me like no man EVER could!  He touched nerves that no man could possibly touch, much less my wimpy husband.  And if hubby could have seen us fuck, even he would have panted with delight while watching our beautiful rhythmic bodies.
 
Now, Anthony’s plump pumper was about to erupt for a second time — this time in my mouth!  Yes, he spilled gallons down my pussy the first time — but now, he still blew a good-sized wad down my throat and onto my face!  Yummmmmmmmy!!!  I ordered hubby to crawl over and lick my face clean.  He balked at first, but my alpha bull really wanted to enjoy watching it!
 
He told hubby: “IS THIS HOW YOU THANK ME FOR OFFERING YOU MY BEACH HOUSE, BITCH???”  Oh, I shook with delight again as Anthony’s stinging words again turned my husband into a 2-inch-tall weenie.  And when I snickered in agreement, hubby did what he had to do.  He kneeled next to me — slowly pulled out his tongue — and licked my face clean as if he was drinking Castor oil!   Wow, that made both Anthony and Me snicker with delight.  And you should have seen Anthony’s smirky face. 
 
It’s like he was saying, “You NEED me to fuck your wife, bitch.  Come on, say it with me, wimp!  I need you, Anthony, to fuck my wife.  Oh, Mr. Anthony, please fuck my wife again & again, every day … FOREVER!”

(Leave a comment here, and let Me know what you think about this story … Lots of guys just c-r-e-a-m themselves over this. Mmmmm, I LOVE hearing that. I swear, all of this actually happened, no shit! And you’ll REALLY love Part 4 in a couple weeks ~ Can’t wait, I’ll bet, he he ~ Ms. Alexandra)

Cream Dream
by Mistress Alexandra

Here’s how I brainwashed one of My slaves.  Oh, he thought he was a family man.  On Halloween, he handed out the candy to every little goblin who came to the door.  He did all the work while his Wife left the house for a “little bit.”  It got late, and She still had not returned home.  So he went to bed alone.

After about 5 minutes, he was still drifting off to sleep when a large door appeared before his closed eyes.  Nothing else.  Just a brown door, surrounded by black emptiness.  Moments later, the door opened.  Then it disappeared, and everything was pitch black.

Within a few seconds, a Woman’s lower leg emerged.  All he could see were the shapely leg and the gorgeous bare foot.  That’s it.  It was moving back and forth, as if She was rocking the higher of Her crossed legs.  But the single leg was all he could see.  That, and the pitch black.  This wimp believed that foot worship is THE foundation to being a good slave.  So as Her fantastic Female foot kept moving to-and-fro, he began to lick his lips in golden anticipation. 

Finally, one Feminine finger unveiled itself above the still wavering leg.  With a ruby red nail, the finger gave him a “come hither” motion.  He could envision his head getting closer to Her foot.  And when it finally arrived, the entire sole pushed gently into his face. 

His natural reaction was to lick Her sole up and down, repeatedly.  In a few minutes, he began sucking each of Her toes, from the little toe inward.  He savored the strong aroma of Her ruby red nail polish.  To him, it tasted like peppermint candy as He carefully moved his lips up & down each toe with a slow, steady rhythm.  He thoroughly licked the cracks between each toe.  He savored Her sweat, as if he was savoring a fine wine.

As he sucked Her big toe, he never seemed to stop.  He kept sucking and sucking and sucking … cherishing each and every second!  His head bobbed up and down, in a rhythm similar to the way an 8-inch Stud would methodically fuck his Goddess. 

My slave had long been asleep by now.  And yet, his Halloween dream continued.  Without seeing Her face … without seeing Her figure … this man focused on Her golden toes, as if they were the sexiest skin on the planet!  He must have sucked that big toe for a half-hour when the pitch black disappeared, and his surroundings slowly faded in.

He found himself in his favorite strip club.  Two shapely nude Goddesses were washing each other in a shower on the center of the floor.  Another dancer swiveled above the bar, showing Her amazing moves as the pulsating music occupied his ears.  And yet, all he could think about was pleasing the Goddess whose toe he had been dutifully and lovingly sucking.  That toe was STILL the most prevalent item in his dream until ….

… until he saw this heavy-set, curvy, black-haired, captivating Woman on Her knees in one of those “lap dance” booths.  No, She wasn’t dancing on this guy.  Her black boot soles were sticking out.  The curvature of Her body was swaying back and forth to the music.  And as the customer breathed heavily on the bench, there was every sign this Queen was giving him a BLOW JOB!

Great bargain, he thought — until he realized who this Goddess was.  At that second, he woke up in a cold, nervous sweat!  He screamed at the top of his lungs.  His Wife, who had returned home by now, almost jumped flew from Her side of the bed and yelled in shock! 

She asked what was wrong, but he COULDN’T tell Her about his dream.  So She just patted him on the face, assured him that he was all right, and went back to sleep.  And when he drifted back, the dream returned.  He was back in the strip club, where new dancers had taken the stage.  He was still sucking the toe, but he never did see the face that was attached.  But by now, it didn’t matter.  This Queen’s toe was like a security blanket … it assured him that all was right with the world.

Then, the Woman’s body shifted … and the slave turned by a 90-degree angle.  Now, as he sucked the toe, a glass room was just beyond it.  He could see silhouettes of two people FUCKING.  That’s right, FUCKING! 

You don’t think you could see that in a strip joint … but remember, ANYTHING is possible for the right price!  And sure enough, the two Lovers’ bodies became clearer.  Their movement was the same as his.  And as he was sucking, he could see his WIFE fucking in the SAME EXACT RHYTHM!!!

Again, he woke in terror.  Again, his Wife responded … and this time, She was more worried.  It was 4:00 a.m., and he had no idea what he was babbling.  Now, She hugged him to try and reassure him.  It made this slave hubbie feel really nice.

Nice, that is, until his thigh met Hers.

And his leg began to feel this cold … sticky … stream.

 

Mistress was excited all week about Her Friday night date with that tall, engaging, well hung, athletic Lover!  Ms. Alexandra’s hubby is gone on business all weekend, so it’s up to me to keep them fed & refreshed as they fuck the entire weekend away!  For HOURS this week, She sat and gazed in quiet anticipation.  I, too, was excited as I washed Her sheets, cleaned Her house, ran Her errands, prepared Her meals, rubbed Her feet, and cleaned the sweat after She exercised.  
 
When I left my long-time Wife, it was my final admission that I just didn’t match up sexually to ANY Woman.  No, my role is to SERVE a Goddess & Her Lover, so they can have the best sex possible while I do all their shit work.  The rest of the time, Mistress Alexandra’s control keeps me alive.  I love it THAT much.
 
It may sound demeaning … but just the AROMA and the passion of their sex is worth every single slave task!  To see two people SO happy is the most wonderful thing on Earth.  And if I’m REALLY good, I get to place my tongue in Her pussy and my lips on his Golden cock to clean them up!  Ooooh, yeah.  The sweet nectar of their Love is the most Heavenly taste ever.  I sigh so much with delight, I almost pass out from losing my breath.
 
Cum Friday, however, things went from bad to worse.  Her Date for the evening fell through when he caught a savage sinus cold.  I called Her six other Lovers, but they had other plans.  I didn’t want to tell Mistress Alexandra, but I had to.  When She made me kneel, I knew what I was in for — the hardest, reddest slap in the face I’ve EVER had!  Normally, Her punishments “hurt so good.”  This one just hurt.  Badly.
 
I had not retrieved Mistress’ mail yet.  Still in anger, She gave me a LONG list of errands and shoved me out of the house!  When I returned, I brought Her everything She commanded.
 
The mail included a large 10-by-15-inch envelope, sent by my ex-Wife.  She & Ms. Jeanette are still CLOSE friends.  About a year ago, Mistress introduced Herself when She finally decided that my Wife needed a Lover.  Within two weeks, Julianna was properly fucked for the first time in Her life.  And once they sprung it on me 11 months later, I was booted from my Midwest home to Ms. Alexandra’s dungeon on the West Coast!
 
The second Ms. Alexandra saw my ex-Wife’s package, She heaved it away from me.  Once again, I was reminded of my Mistress’ mandate…
 
“Under NO circumstances will you contact your ex-Wife.  I will pass your concerns on to Her, if I feel like it.  Occasionally, you may speak with Ms. Jeanette — but ONLY with Me present.  And only when it furthers My well-being.”
 
We had a sexless marriage for the final 18 months.  I could talk to Jeanette all I wanted.  But when I tried to touch Her, it felt as if She placed an invisible 6-inch wall around Her entire body!  Sometimes, I could caress & cuddle … but NEVER could I touch Her pussy or tits.  In fact, I had pretty much given up trying.  Jeanette was a FABULOUS friend.  But deep in my heart, I knew She needed a real man.  So when Mss. Jeanette & Alexandra confronted me, I was literally relieved.
 
Now, Ms. Alexandra took my ex-Wife’s package to one of Her private rooms … leaving me to shake like an earthquake over what I was in for.  When She came out, Ms. Mistress never said another word about it.  In the absence of Her Lover, I was ordered to take Her out to one of Her favorite native restaurants in Chinatown.
 
I hate Chinese food, but Ms. Alexandra made me eat it.  And we sat in total silence.  Any time I piped up … which was only ONCE … the sole of Her tennis shoe pushed hard into my balls.  It was all I could do to avoid screaming.  But I realized long ago: Pain is a vital part of the Mistress-slave relationship.  Punishment comes at any time, according to Her whim … and whether I believe I deserve it or not.
 
After dinner, I stopped to buy Mistress Her favorite champagne, already chilled.  I then drove Her home … totally in silence, for fear of further punishment.  I felt the tension, and I silently began to wonder if my ex-Wife had triggered anger in Ms. Alexandra.  I never asked, of course.  I knew I would never get an answer.  Nor did I deserve one.
 
Arriving at home, I automatically prepared a tall glass of champagne for Ms. Mistress.  She placed a DVD in Her massive home theater, and She then stretched out on Her couch where I was commanded to sit at Her feet.  For another two excruciating minutes, the silence resumed.  Finally … in the voice that trained me to gaze into Her eyes and pay my STRICTEST attention … Mistress began:
 
“I knew you were a pathetic weasel, but I never realized it could be THIS bad.  You had NO IDEA how to make love to your ex-Wife, did you?  While you were gone, I listened to Jeanette cry for an hour, wondering why you IGNORED Her sexual needs for three shitty decades!  Well, you know today is Her birthday … do you?” 
 
“Yes, Ma’am,” I silently whimpered with my head bowed in embarrassment. 
 
“Well, She FINALLY got Her present … and we’re gonna rub it in your weak, wimpy face!  Now watch the screen, and see the Woman you refused to please.  And you better ENJOY this … because the FIRST time your eyes move away, I’ll put my heel in your balls so hard, you’ll BEG to be castrated!”
 
Without saying a word, I stared intently at the TV.  And there was Jeanette, caressing Her new husband as he lounged on our old living room love seat.  This was the first time I had seen Her since our divorce.  She never lost weight, as She had always promised.  But Her large body looked GORGEOUS as She sat on Her Lover’s lap.  Her back was to me, and Her long dark hair waved sweetly, as it always has.  And She had a brand new tattoo across Her lower back!  Jeanette NEVER mentioned even wanting a tattoo during our marriage!
 
I wanted to make a comment … to express my inner feelings to Mistress Alexandra.  But I was scared of Her heel, so I whimpered in silence.
 
By now, the camera angle changed.  Both were nude, although I could only see my ex-Wife’s upper body.  Hubby was still sitting on the couch, and my ex-Wife kneeled before him.  She sucked his long, thick cock thoroughly.  She occasionally displayed its full glory — obviously to show me what I had lacked!
 
Ms. Alexandra suddenly paused the video when Jeanette crawled up the front of Her hubby, and the two resumed their French-kissing.  Mistress pulled a clear bag from the envelope Jeanette had sent.  And it looked EXACTLY like the extra-large pink panties my ex was wearing!   Moisture marks were all over that bag — an obvious sign they were ULTRA soiled by one, and maybe BOTH of them!

Seductively, Mistress raised Her right hand and hung the wet, smelly panties on Her index finger.  “Here, slave,” She solemnly commanded.  While still sitting at Her feet, I moved my head toward Her, and She covered the panties around my head!  The crotch rubbed up against my nose & mouth … and the smell and moisture of my ex-Wife’s sex seemed as FRESH AS EVER!

“Yeah, wimp, breathe it in … Here’s what sex with your ex-Wife was SUPPOSED to be like!  You like his cum?  Huh?  You better, ’cause you might be getting more of it if you’re lucky.  HA HA HA HA HA!”

I started to say something, and Mistress rapidly dropped Her left heel on my thigh.  “SILENCE, slave … I didn’t say you could talk!  Just sniff those panties & watch where they’ve been.  And enjoy it.  This is the best sex you’ve had with Jeanette in YEARS, ha ha!”

I sniffed as much of their love juices as I could, while the video started again … and my ex’s love-making resumed.  Now, though, I was GLUED to those moving panties.  And Mistress started giving Her “play-by-play.”

“Ooooo, don’t you LOVE the way Jeanette’s body moves like a Slinky as they French-kiss?  Those panties are moving up & down.  Yeaaaa, SNIFF ‘em — sniff-sniff-sniff — MMM, that’s the Woman you loved for most of your LIFE, slave.  OHHHH, look at THAT!  Look at his hands rub Her ass cheeks — right across those panties.  Lick the ass, boy, LICK IT-LICK IT-LICK IT!  Oh yeah, slave, TASTE HIM … MMMM, GOOOOOOD!!!!!”

I can’t believe it … the humiliation was astounding.  And yet, I felt so BLESSED … as if this is my true destiny!

“Yeah, you lost Her,” Mistress continued.  “But you still LOVE Her, don’t ya?  Yeaaaaaa.  But this is how you’ll enjoy Her now.  As a spectator, from thousands of miles away.  Be good, and maybe your ex-Wife will let you sniff some more of Her panties, huh?  Would you like that … pantie boi?”

I didn’t dare say a word.  I could only smile in approval.  What could I say?  My ex-Wife was AMAZING in my old bed!  I’ve never seen Her cum so much … it was like She finally came alive after all these years! 

And the guy was no Romeo.  He was way too skinny for Her.  He looked like a real geek with his glasses on.  But we all knew he’s PURR-FECT in exactly the right place!  He certainly knows how to use it.  And now, I know how DELICIOUS he and my ex-Wife truly are!  Yes, I feel blessed, truly!

It was also amazing to watch them fuck on the exact same spot where I slept for almost 30 years.  Oh, I wanted to cry.  But I was also more in love with Jeanette than EVER, knowing how satisfied & happy She had become!  His dick was SO big, She sat up straight as he lay flat on the bed!  I had never seen Her ass shake when She came, because I never had the angle.  I swear, though, it was the absolute BEST thing I had seen in my entire life.

Oh … and it had to take him 45 minutes to cum!  Me?  About 2 minutes and we were done.  Sad, really.

After the video, Mistress was going to let me thank them, but no one was home when She called.  So when She ordered me to bed, Mistress made me WEAR Jeanette’s soiled panties!  I’m guessing I’ll feel chaffed in the morning … but for now, I had never felt more BEAUTIFUL!!!

“I’m gonna find one of My Studs,” Mistress informed me as She was about to leave. 

“And don’t use a blanket tonight.  I WANT HIM TO SEE THIS!  LOL!!!!!!