Part 1 – Caught Out At the Office

I had been working in an office for 2 years before Kirsty became my secretary. From the  moment I saw her I became obsessed with her. She was good looking with the most  wonderful ample tits, a nice full arse and long legs. She would show the latter off to good  effect each day in the office as she loved to wear short skirts, black stockings and high  heeled shoes to work.

My obsession with her did not dampen when I began to find out that she was a bit of a  slut. At one office get together for employees and their partners, according to the stories  doing the rounds, she had been fucked by at least a couple of the guys in the office  separately (my wife Jo had already commented during the night that she looked like a  complete slut) and I loved it when I heard rumours after a training weekend, which I did  not attend, that she had been fucked by two of my colleagues simultaneously. I did not  dare ask her out though being far too shy, and also thought she may be put off by the fact  I was a married man.

What really did for me though occurred after she had been working there for three  months. I was in the storeroom one day when I heard the door open and Kirsty came in.  She didn’t seem to be looking for anything but just leant against a cabinet in there as if  she was waiting for something – in fact, as I soon realised it turned out to be someone. I  hid behind an open door into the adjoining room, peering through the crack and began to  fondle myself as I admired her beauty.

It wasn’t long before the door opened again and Jim, a tall muscular black guy from the  Buying Department, entered. He quickly shut the door behind him and turned the key. He  turned to face Kirsty and as he began to undo his zip, said to her: “Kneel down bitch and  suck my cock!”

Quick as a flash, she knelt down on her stockinged knees in front of him and helped  remove his hardening cock from the confines of the trousers and pants. I found myself  instantly hard and rubbing myself through my own trousers. His black cock just seemed  to keep growing as she yanked it before enveloping the thick head in her lipsticked lips.

It must have grown to at least 10″ and was very thick with it. Jim held her head as she  sucked and egged her on. “Deep throat me, bitch. Get all of my cock in your fucking  slutty mouth!” The more he abused her, the more she seemed to respond, pulling his cock  faster and her mouth slipping up and down his pole till she had her nose rubbing against  his pubes. She was making a lot of noise, using her saliva to coat his prick and make her  task easier.

Jim took charge after five minutes, grabbed her head and began to fuck her face roughly.  She was looking up at him with ‘puppy-dog’ eyes, eager to be told she was doing a good  job for her stud. I had to stop rubbing myself as I felt I was going to cum – I was aware I  was wearing cream trousers and did not want to leave a stain for others to see nor did I  want to give away my presence by pulling my zip down. I wanted to be there at the  climax!

After five minutes of frantic face fucking with Jim contuining to verbally abuse Kirsty -  she really seemed to enjoy being called a ‘cocksucking whore’ – he told her he was going  to cum.  She removed it from her mouth and begged him to “keep fucking my slutty mouth and  send all your spunk down my throat. I want you to choke me on it. Empty those big black  balls into me!”

He shuddered as she re-took the prick in her mouth and held her head tight as he unloaded  all of his cum into her mouth, Kirsty furiously wanking his cock off as fast she could to  ensure she got all of his jism in her mouth. Never having been on the end of a blow-job at  all (my wife Jo had always said it was a disgusting thing to do), I marvelled as she carried  on sucking his cock, cleaning it thoroughly before allowing it to lose its hardness and  return it to his trousers.

“You, bitch, are one horny cocksucking slut. Same time tomorrow?” he laughed. Kirsty began to stand up and replied instantly. “I’ll be looking forward to it. I hope you’re  going to fuck me with it tomorrow?” Jim smiled and told her if there was enough time he would ‘fuck the arse off her’. He left first before Kirsty followed a few minutes later.

I was by now beside myself and knew I had to get to the toilet to wank myself off before I  exploded in my trousers. I was on my way there, past my office, when Kirsty stopped me  and said she was ready to do the dictation before lunch for an urgent memo I needed to  draft. “Where have you been?” she requested. I answered before my brain was in gear. “The store cupboard,” I replied quick as a flash.  “To get what?” “Mmm.. some paper clips, but I couldn’t find any.” Kirsty was looking at me – her pen where that big black cock had been a few minutes  before, between her lipsticked lips – almost knowingly, condescendingly, as she looked  me up and down and focused on my groin.

I was harder than I had ever been and was almost trying to walk bent over into my own  office and to my desk to avoid embarrassing myself in front of her and the rest of office.  “Are you alright, Mark?” she asked with a small grin. “You look kind of, ah,  uncomfortable there.” I nodded I was OK and sat down, realising my dick was standing  upwards in my trousers.

Within seconds, Kirsty was sitting on the side of my desk with her stockinged legs  crossed, her skirt riding up exposing her stocking tops, her right shoe coming to rest on  my chair between my legs, poised with a pen in her right hand, the tip still in her mouth  and a notepad in the other.

“Did you enjoy the show?” she asked. I felt myself blush and said that I had no idea what she was talking about.  She giggled and asked “How long have you been watching us?”  I began to try and talk about doing the memo but she would not be sidetracked. She allowed her stiletto heel to fall to the floor and put her black stockinged foot on my  hard-on. “Did you wish it was you I was sucking off, little boy?” she teased. “I think you’ll have to  grow a bit first if you want my slutty lips to bring you off. You see, I’m only interested in  real men!” She emphasized the last two words as she continued rubbing my cock through  my trousers with her nylon clad foot. “Would you like to take me out sometime and see if I could be so kind to you? Would  you like that?” I nodded. She tutted, “But Mark, you’re a married man, what would your wife think?” I began to stammer, but she rubbed harder with her foot and commented, “Mind, I bet  she’d be glad to get your little worm out of the house for a bit so she can maybe entertain  a real man!”

That was it, I couldn’t stop myself and felt my prick explode, spunk oozing from me,  through the trousers, soaking them and onto her black stocking-clad foot. Her teasing mood seemed to change immediately. “Oh, you little fucking wimp! How  fucking dare you cum on my stockinged foot. You’ll pay for that!” With that she lifted her foot to my face, wet with my sticky cum, revealing more of her  legs so that I could see her skimpy black panties. “Forget about my pussy, wimp, you’ve got no chance! Now, lick your spunk from my foot  or else everyone will know what a pencil dicked wimp you are!” I could not believe what she wanted me to do but knew I had no choice. I held her foot to  my face and licked the sole of her stockinged foot. “Suck it dry!” she ordered, as she  forced her toes into my mouth. “That’s it, eat your pathetic cum, you fucking pervert!”

I cleaned her foot thoroughly before she put it back into her shoe. She told me she was  going for lunch then and we could do the memo afterwards. Then, as she got to the door,  out of the blue, she turned and asked, “Where was it your wife worked again? Isn’t it the  bookshop in the precinct?” I asked her why she wanted to know but her reply had my  heart pumping.  “Would you like me to mention to the rest of the office that you like eating your own  cum, wimp or are you just going to answer the fucking question?” I had to comply. “Yes, Jo works there three days a week.” “Good. See you after lunch.” With that she left and I felt my cock softening, and looked down to see my cream trousers  complete with a massive wet stain. It looked like I was going to have to remain seated for  the rest of the afternoon!

Part 2 – Wife Takes Charge

The afternoon went quite smoothly, though I couldn’t leave my desk, with Kirsty not  mentioning what had happened before lunch at all. In fact she barely said anything othre  than goodbye as she set off at 5pm as normal.  I allowed the crowd to go before raising myself a half hour later. I left my jacket off,  carrying it over my arm so that it covered up my embarrassment. I tried to do the same as  I went into my home, casually saying hello to my wife, Jo, who was lying on the sofa in  just her jeans and a t-shirt. “Oh, hi” she said, “Come here and give me a kiss, honey.” “In a minute dear, I’ll just go and get changed.” “No, now” she said. I again resisted and bounded up the stairs to the bedroom and quickly tried to disrobe. Jo  had followed me without me knowing and was in the doorway watching me take my cum  stained trousers off. “So it is true then? Kirsty said you had tried to hit on her when she was teasing you, and  when she refused your offer, you wanked yourself off on her foot!” I went bright red and was very flustered. I tried to say something but could only stammer  “I..I..I…” Jo approached me and slapped me hard round the face.  “You are such a fucking embarrassment and a wimp. Pass me the phone so I can call  Kirsty and take her up on her offer.” “Er, what offer?” “Never you fucking mind, now pass me the phone.” She went into her bag on the beside chair and picked out a piece of paper and dialled a  number. “Oh, hi, Kirsty. Yes, I saw it. Pathetic, I know. Listen, I think your’re right. What time  shall I pick you up at? 8 o’clock. Ok fine. I’ll see you then. Oh, don’t worry, I’ll put on my  sexiest outfit. Bye.” She looked at me sternly. “I’m going to have a bath. I want you to go and make dinner.  And then you’ll be driving me into town, picking up Kirsty along the way for our double  date.” “When shall I get changed?” I asked innocently. “Don’t be so fucking stupid! Kirsty and I are meeting up with, is it Jim, from your work  and one of his friends. Kirsty’s right, I’ve put up with your little cock for too long and it’s  time I realised what a real man can offer.” I began to whimper. “Please don’t go, Jo. I didn’t mean to do it, she just teased me too  much..” “Shut the fuck up wimp. I don’t mind if you get off on wanking over stockinged feet AND  sucking up the mess, you little faggot, it just means I can go out and find myself a real  man!”

I made dinner and laid it on the table, just minutes before my wife made her way into the  dining room. I had never seen her look so sexy. Normally she was quite reserved, wearing  little make-up, long skirts, tights and low heeled shoes, but she had, as promised to  Kirsty, chosen her sexiest outfit. She had really overdone her make-up accentuating the look with plenty of blue mascara  and eye-liner, blusher and bright red lipstick – she looked like a painted hussy. She was  wearing a two piece – black jacket and short skirt – ensemble with white blouse  underneath. She had left the jacket undone and I could clearly see she was not wearing a  bra, her small but very pert tits and hard brown nipples clearly visible. Further down she  was wearing her highest heels, black strappy 4″ stilettos and finished her tarty look off  with black fishnet stockings on her elegant shapely legs, crowned at the top with a tight  bum. I recognised the stockings as part of a present, along with a black suspender belt, I had  bought her for our 2nd wedding anniversary. I started to ask her if they were the ones but  she cut me short with a curt “Yes”. “But you always said they made you feel like a tart, what was it? ‘Some cheap whore on a  street corner’?” “Exactly,” she grinned. “That is how I feel. How do YOU feel knowing that I’ve dressed  purposely like a tart for another man? But that I would never do it for my little cocked  husband!” She laughed out loud before the rest of the meal was ate in silence.

I drove her with barely a word to pick up Kirsty. She came out of the house looking so  sexy. Her make-up was quite normal – she always looked like a tart – but her outfit was  sensational. She had a black see through chiffon blouse, with a black lacy bra underneath  barely covering her massive tits, a short black leather mini-skirt, black lace patterned  stockings and 6″ open-toed, strappy high heeled shoes.

She got in the back. “You look gorgeous, Kirsty.” my wife said. Kirsty threw her head back in amusement. “Aw, come on Jo, let’s face it – we both look  like a pair of whores eager to please our customers. Only difference between me and you  is, you’re an adulterous whore!”

My wife liked that, laughing out loud. She had made me wear my spunk stained trousers  out and Kirsty recounted the tale, bit by bit, of my accident earlier that day, with my wife  commenting on what a wimp I was and that she couldn’t wait to get her hands on a real  man like Jim and his friend.

As I pulled up outside the pub they were meeting their dates, my wife told me to park up  and that she wanted me to come in for a minute for one drink. I thought she may be  looking to back out, but nothing could have been further from the truth. Jim and his  friend John, were already there so Jo told me to get to the bar and get some drinks in. I  watched as Kirsty took Jo over for the introductions, and noticed how both the guys  kissed my wife full on the lips, Jim even tonguing her, as their hands squeezed her tight  bum.

The barman was watching the same scene as me and commented. “Lucky bastards, they  sure look like two hot and horny bithces, don’t they?” I could only nod, my throat dry  knowing that my wife was going to do what she said and try out a real man’s cock.  Having seen Jim’s earlier, I knew I would never be able to compete and felt totally  dejected.

As I carried the drinks over, I noticed they had sat in a secluded part of the pub, with  Kirsty next to John, who had his arm round her, her lace stockinged legs crossed as usual  and her leather mini trying unsuccessfully to hide her suspender belt. My own wife Jo  was hardly less carefree, her own stocking tops clearly visible, with Jim gently stroking  her thigh through the thin material of her skirt. I was forced to sit opposite Kirsty and next to my wife but on a stool lower down, hidden  from the rest of the pub round a corner.

Kirsty began retelling the story of how she had humiliated me in my office after John had  asked why on earth I was not putting up a fight before my sexy wife cuckolded me. I went bright red as Kirsty told them every detail, Jo delighting in hearing it for the  third time that day. “I can’t believe any man could cum that quick,” said John. “And to then lick his own cum  up, that’s gross. Absolutely unbelievable.” “Well,” Kirsty responded,”I can assure you it’s true. Would you like to see a repeat  performance?” My wife eagerly clapped her hands getting excited, so much so that as she raised out of  her seat, Jim slipped his hand beneath her ass, under her skirt and a finger inside her  pussy – the horny bitch had gone out without any panties on. “Fuck, this bitch is wet!” he exclaimed, as my wife let out a sigh of excitement.

Meanwhile Kirsty was looking at increasing my humiliation. She held her leg up so that  her foot was once more resting between my legs. “Take my shoe off, wimp.” she  commanded. I undid the strap round her ankle and removed the stiletto, the feel of the  black patent leather getting me hard.  “Now, take your worm out so we can all have a laugh at how small you are!” “But, it’s a public place, what if..” Jo cut me short this time. “Don’t worry about that, you’re well out of the way. Anyway, it’s  so small, I doubt whether anyone will notice!” Resigned to my impending humiliation, I undid my zip and slipped my rock hard dick,  standing a mere 4 inches tall, from my boxers. As soon as it popped out, John laughed out  loud. “Fuck me, I’ve seen some tiny white pricks before when I’ve been fucking some hot  white married slut, but that’s really pathetic. Why, it’s no bigger than a child’s!”  I went bright red as I heard resounding laughter from the other three gathered round the  table. Jim felt compelled to add to my embarrassment saying. “No wonder you want some  black cock in you, Jo, having put up with that little thing. Has he ever given you an  orgasm with it?” “Oh, hell no.” Jo responded. “I normally have to bring myself off afterwards. Fortunately,  he never lasts very long anyway, he’s such a wimp. I must say I’m really looking forward  to getting a decent sized cock in me tonight.”

It was then that Kirsty began rubbing her black lace stockinged foot over the head of my  cock. I was already at bursting point from all the humiliation heaped on me coupled with  hearing my wife, dressed up like a whore, talking so dirty in front of her about-to-be new  lovers. I barely lasted three strokes from Kirsty’s hot foot, before I shot my load, the  initial jet spurt covered by the sole of her foot.  “Pump that little worm, wimp. Shoot your measly little load over my stockings.” Kirsty  commanded. “Oh my God.” Jim laughed. “I can’t believe he’s cum already. That must have taken at  least 10 seconds right? What a fucking wanker!” My wife was smirking as I jerked my prick, forcing all my spunk out over Kirsty’s foot.  When I stopped, she lifted her leg higher to my face and demanded: “Lick all your spunk  from my stockings. Show your wife and her new boyfriends what a cum eating wimp you  are. Swallow the lot like the obedient little bitch you now are!” I held my secretary’s foot and did exactly as I was told. Lapping at her stockings, licking  and sucking my own jism from it, as my wife barracked me with a stream of abuse,  calling me a faggot, a useless wimp and pencil dick.

When I had finished, Kirsty made me put her shoe back on. Jo then ordered me to “Fuck  off home” and leave her with her new black boyfriends. As I stood to leave, Kirsty teased  me further: “Don’t forget to pull your little worm off whilst you think of those big black  cocks fucking your wife. And don’t you dare waste a drop of cum! Mind you, I’m sure Jo  will have a lot more for you when she gets home tomorrow morning!” My wife perked up once more. “Oh yes, I never thought of that. I’m really looking  forward to rubbing his face in it – literally – when I get home.” I gulped and realised things  had definitely changed forever.

Part 3 – The Cuckolding

Despite having just cum for the second time that day, and being totally humiliated once  more by my sexy secretary, Kirsty, albeit this time in front of my wife and her new black  boyfriends, I found myself getting hard on the drive home as I thought of what those big  black cocks would do to my petite wife, Jo. I had a wank into my hand as soon as I got into the bedroom and, remembering Kirsty’s  orders, licked my cum from my hand. I felt so humiliated doing that, knowing that those  two big studs would be fucking my wife like the whore she seemed to want to become. I drifted off  and was only awoken by the sound of the telephone. I squinted and  looked at the clock – it was 11pm, two hours since I had returned home. “Hello?” I enquired. “Hi, wimp. It’s Kirsty. Did you wank yourself off yet? Just the once, heh? I hope you  sucked up the mess like I told you to, you little bitch? Good. I must say, your wife is one  hot and horny little slut. We came back here a few minutes after you left and she was on  her knees in the front room with a black cock in each hand, sucking from one to the other  in less than two minutes, can you believe that?” I gulped – Jo had never in our three years of marriage and two years prior to that, sucked  my cock. Yet, she was obliging two men she had known less than two hours with exactly  that. “Anyway, they both came in her face at the same time. She really liked that. And some of  the names they’ve been calling her? ‘Adulterous slut’, ‘cocksucking whore’, ‘black  stockinged bitch’ – thing is, she really seems to get turned on by such abuse. She’s very  vocal herself too. Loves begging those black studs to ‘fuck her cunt’ or ‘cum in her face’.  They’ve both fucked her now and cum in her pussy. It’s well stretched. I shouldn’t think  your little worm will touch the sides now. Mind you, from what I can gather, she’s not  thinking of accommodating her husband in that way any more.” “Why, what did she say?” I asked, craving the humiliation, my cock hard in my hand. “Well, just that you’re a useless wimp with a pencil dick. That she’s so glad she’s been  fucked by a real man at last. That she only wants black cock from now on and that her  husband is only good for wanking himself off and becoming her slave. Yeah, that’s right,  ‘a cuckolded slave’ was what she said. At least she hasn’t forgotten about you!” I felt so horny and yet so humiliated by what my secretary was telling me, but strangely I  wanted to know more – I was getting off on my sexy wife cuckolding me! “Where is she now?” I asked. “In the bedroom with Jim and John. As I came out to make this call, she was straddling  Jim and was begging John to fuck her virgin arsehole at the same time. She’s never let  you stick it in her ass in five years and now here she is begging for it from an almost  complete stranger? What a dirty fucking bitch! Would you like me to move closer to the  bedroom so you can hear what they’re doing to your slutty wife?” I hoarsely moaned yes, gripping my cock to stop it from exploding. I could hear Kirsty  walking up the stairs. I could hear cries getting closer and heard Jo’s voice screaming out  “Keep fucking my arse. Oh God, stick that big black cock all the way up my fucking  arsehole!” I came instantly and let out a little groan. Kirsty picked up on the fact and  immediately demanded that I eat my cum. “Suck it all up and swallow it just like your  slutty wife did for her two big black studs!” She hung up after that telling me she would call back in the morning when my wife  needed collecting from Kirsty’s house.

It was nearly 3am when the call came. It was Kirsty again. “The bitch is ready for collection. God, she’s been well fucked. She’s full of their spunk in  both holes, the dirty little hussy. Get here as soon as you can.” I pulled up to Kirsty’s drive and turned off my engine. I was about to get out of the car  when the door opened and Kirsty held her hand out to tell me to stay in the car. She was  still wearing the same outfit except her blouse was now open with no bra on, her tits  covered in lovebites, her leather skirt was nearly round her waist exposing her lace  stockings and suspenders, and almost her pussy. She opened the front door fully and  began to walk over to the car in her 6″ high heeled shoes. Behind her, I saw a sight that I will never forget. In the hall, near the doorstep, my wife  was in a squatting position on her 4″ heels, still fully clothed but looking very bedraggled.  Her hair was a mess, her blouse torn open exposing her tits, her skirt hitched round her  waist and her fishnet stockings laddered. She had a black cock in each hand and was  sucking Jim’s cock. John’s cock I noticed was maybe an inch smaller than Jim’s 10″ but  equally as thick. I wound down the window as Kirsty approached. “Dirty little bitch just can’t enough of  that black meat!” she commented, leaning over to me. I was glad it was 3am in the  morning and thought it likely no one would be able to see what a slut my wife was. As Jo sucked from one cock to the other, fucking them with her mouth, Kirsty continued  to tease and torment me. “See the panties she’s wearing now? They’re mine. She had to  borrow them to stop your breakfast from leaking out of her pussy and arse! We came  down 10 minutes ago to have a quick drink before she went and when she gets to the  hallway after hearing your car, the dirty bitch just drops down to suck those cocks off  again!” I wondered how many times Jim and John had cum that night, maybe 4 or 5? Either way  the amount of spunk John was able to produce after Jim had cum in my wife’s mouth, was  a sight to behold. He sprayed in her face, before wanking it off all over her tits. I could  see bits in her hair and on her chin as she got up, said goodbye and thanked her studs for  ‘the best night of my life’, and walked towards the car. She got in and the smell of cum hit me straight away. Without a second thought, she  looked at me sternly and ordered: “Clean my face and tits of John’s spunk. You’ve eaten  your own worthless cum, now taste a real man’s, cuckold!” She leaned over and pulled my head to hers. I licked thick globs of sticky hot cum from  her cheek and chin, before she pushed me down to her neck and tits to clean any residue  she had there. “That’s a good cuckold,” she laughed, “plenty more of that for you when we  get home!” We said goodbye to Kirsty who laughingly said to my wife that with her out of the way,  she might be able to get some black cock herself! “She’s a greedy little whore your wife.  Mind you, after what she’s had to put up with for the last 5 years, I think she’s entitled to  make up for lost time!”

When we arrived home we went straight to the bedroom. Jo made me strip off and  laughed at my hard-on. “Fuck, you’re not even half the man of Jim or John are you?” she  ridiculed. She discarded her blouse and skirt, and ordered me to lie down on the bed. She straddled  my face and slowly, very carefully, began to pull her silk panties to one side. A torrent of  pungent creamy white spunk flowed from her cunt and she hurriedly sat on my face. “Oh,  fuck, yeah!” she shouted. “Get down there wimp and clean up a real man’s mess!”  I was nearly choked on the flood of cum from her pussy but my cock was harder than ever  as she berated me for being a pathetic cuckold clean-up boy. Her pussy lips were red from  the fucking she had been given and her hole was so much bigger than before. Kirsty was  right – my little dick would never touch the sides!  I licked and sucked her dry and then she raised herself slightly, chuckled and told me it  was now time to do her arse. She turned round, facing my cock, digging her 4″ heels into  the bed and, telling me to keep my tongue out, brought her well fucked and spunk filled  arsehole down onto my face. “Lick it, cuckold. Suck all that lovely spunk from your slutty wife’s asshole!” After a few minutes of frantic licking and sucking so that my face was covered in her  lover’s cum, she got onto all fours, brought her hands behind her to pull her ass cheeks  apart, presenting me with a perfect view of her well fucked ringpiece. “Ream it, faggot.  You will never put your cock in there, but you can use your tongue. Show me what a  good little arselicker you are!” I was there for a good 20 minutes, till she was satisfied I had cleaned her properly.

She sat on the side of the bed, her fishnet stockinged legs over the side, her high heeled  shoes on the floor and ordered me to kneel at her feet. “Things will be changing round here from now on. I will be fucking lots of big black  cocks whenever I choose, whilst you will become my slave and that of anyone else I tell  you to. You can start showing me right now of your new submissive position by calling  me Mistress Jo. Any of my lovers will be called Sir, and you are to address your secretary  as Mistress Kirsty, even at work. Got that wimp?” “Yes Mistress Jo.” I replied meekly. “Good. Now, I want you to worship the high heels I’ve been wearing whilst getting fucked  tonight and my sweaty fishnet stockinged feet. If you show sufficient devotion, I will  allow you to wank off on my fishnets.” I lifted her right shoe to my mouth and sucked the black leather tip, my tongue caressing  the scuffed leather soles at the same time. I had always had a fetish for high heels and I  think Jo knew this. She ordered me onto my back beneath her and covered my face with  her size 4. “Lick the soles, and make a good job of it or else!” she commanded. She moved the shoe down my face, and presented the 4″ heel to my mouth. “Suck it. Suck  it like a cock. Think of how your wife sucked those big black cocks earlier – give my  stiletto heel the same level of devotion and show me what a good cuckolded slave you  are.” I sucked my wife’s heel with her fucking it in and out of my mouth, calling me a  cocksucking faggot as she did.  She made me kneel up again after that and told me to remove her shoe so I could lick her  stockinged feet. She forced her toes in my mouth and when satisfied, had me repeat the  whole operation on her other shoe and foot. “Now, prove to me what a little wanker you are. Yank your tiny little worm off over my  fishnet stockings and high heels. Show me how pathetic you really are.”  Despite all the orgasms I had already, another flowed out in less than 20 seconds.  “God, you really are a useless little wanker, aren’t you?” “Yes Mistress Jo.” “Is that all you’ve got, that measly little load? Fucking wimp. Anyway, lick it up from my  fishnet stockings. The ones you bought me for our anniversary – the ones I’ve been  wearing all night whilst being fucked by two big black studs. Suck up all your lousy  spunk, cuckold!” Things would never be the same again. to be continued…..