I saw doctors and shrinks when I was younger. The doctors told me there was nothing physically wrong; which I knew, and the shrinks pondered and thought and asked more questions. One shrink even stated that it was likely I was suppressing homosexual feelings. This I knew was possible, but not really the problem: As an adolescent, nothing got my cum boiling quicker than jacking off to a nice blonde with her legs spread across the centre pages of Playboy. Although I was not averse to seeing pictures of other cocks (and certainly was doing a thorough exploration of my own), I still preferred pussy! The problem was, I realised as I passed through my teenage years, that I wanted women to dominate me. It was almost a relief when I finally discovered that this was what I wanted. It meant that I no longer had to worry about what my problem was, now all I had to worry about was how to fulfill it!
My first couple of sexual experiences were far from memorable. At high school I was a slightly built lad; not keen on sports and stood only 5'7" tall, but facially I was good looking and I've been told I have a good personality. I was painfully shy and it seemed inevitable that the girl would have to make the first advance towards me. Polly was the first. She let me feel her small tits under her white school blouse and squealed in my ear as her tight pussy swallowed two of my fingers while we were parked one night in her Dad's car. But as soon as her fingers wrapped around my swollen shaft to return the favour - my passion died! The same thing happened with Julie and Petra and I knew that if I carried on like this, I would get the sort of reputation that a growing lad doesn't need.
It wasn't until about a year later that all the pieces finally fell into place. One of the lads at school got hold of a porn film and invited some of us back to his house to watch it during the lunch break. Both his parents were at work and his older sister would not be home for at least another two hours, he assured us. We all grabbed cokes and snacks and plonked ourselves on the couch as Barry fed the tape into the machine. From the very first scene, I was hooked. A young man, blindfolded and handcuffed was being forced to eat a woman's pussy. Her legs were over his shoulders as she sat and he kneeled between her thighs. She wore long spiked heels and drummed them on her "slaves" back as his tongue lapped and laved her towards a crashing orgasm.
As the film continued in the same vein, scene after scene, the other lads in the room became restless and bored. It seemed it was only me that had to keep crossing his legs in an attempt to hide an extremely powerful erection. They hooted and chided the men in the film as they submitted to their mistress' demands. They laughed derisively as one after another, the men were used as objects for the women's amusement and comfort. All through class that afternoon, I kept seeing the images from the film in my mind's eye. I was like a walking penis. My erection was bursting through my pants and the first thing that I did after sprinting all the way home, was to dive into my bedroom, lock the door and jerk myself off as fast as possible. I came and came that afternoon, my cum shooting from the end of my young cock in huge, never ending spurts that splashed my school clothes and bedspread. I didn't care though, I had found the answer to my problems!
The years rolled onwards but my feelings stayed the same. I went to singles bars and clubs, but never approached a woman myself. Night after night I waited at the bar alone, just hoping that a woman would come up to me and take control - the very thought of it had my cock hardening instantly!
And then I met Jenny. At just over 6 feet tall, she towered over me. Her striking features, long legs and large, firm chest made her seem almost Amazonian. I was captivated as soon as I saw her and when she wandered up to me and, without even asking what I wanted, ordered me a drink, I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. We were married after two short months and have been together ever since. In most parts of our lives we are equal partners; except for our sex life. This is her domain, a domain where she is in complete control. My adoration for her body is unconditional: I worship it as if it were a temple of lust. In the bedroom, she is my queen, my goddess. I am alive purely for her pleasure and satisfaction and this suits us both perfectly.
Over the years, Jenny has varied our sex lives tremendously, but being humiliated by her has always been one of my favourites. She has a huge appetite for sex, and I have lost count of the amount of times that I have been forced to watch as other men have sampled her ample charms in front of me. For example, only last week she had me kneeling, naked in the corner of our bedroom, as a big coloured man fucked her for over two hours. She sucked on his huge cock and then allowed him to enter her pussy and even her ass before they were both satisfied. When he was gone, my job, as usual, was to kneel between her thighs and lick her sweet pussy clean with my tongue. I find the mixture of her nectar combined with the salty male seed, completely irresistible. When I had finished my task, bringing Jenny to another powerful orgasm as I did, my sweet wife allowed me to jerk myself off over her wonderful breasts.
Our sexual antics had been confined to this type of voyeuristic humiliation and degradation until just a few days ago. It was a Saturday and I had been out shopping for a few provisions. Jenny had packed me off with a deep loving kiss, promising me a surprise on my return. I didn't know what to expect as I returned to our house, but I was certainly not prepared for the sight that greeted me. As I opened the lounge door I found Jenny, dressed in her leather gear and holding a riding crop. As I expected, she was not alone. Flanking her on either side were our next door neighbours, Ben and Christine. I put the bag of shopping down and looked at all three of them. I knew that Ben and my wife had been lovers on several occasions; I had watched them many times, but, until now, I didn't know that his wife Christine was aware of the relationship.
Jenny was obviously in no mood to waste time and immediately ordered me into my usual, submissive kneeling position in front of her. I obeyed without hesitation and lowered my eyes to the floor; a practised action born out of respect for my wife and her lovers. I had noticed three identical chairs behind them, and as I sank to the ground, Jenny and Christine took the two outside seats, while Ben seated himself between then. I had noted that my wife was wearing a short leather mini skirt, leather boots and a black leather bodice. Ben and his wife were dressed in their normal street clothes, but Christine's skirt was also very short.
"You may look up now!" I heard Jenny's commanding tones.
My head slowly came up and I looked directly towards them. All three were smiling; almost smirking, I thought. I could now see the reason for the short length of the girls' skirts. Both women had their legs open as they sat and, without the benefit of panties, I was treated to an unobstructed view of two neatly trimmed mounds. There was a bit of shuffling on chairs as both of the women wriggled the short skirts up to their waists and spread their legs wider while Ben unzipped his jeans and withdrew a large, slack penis.
"You may watch for a while until I tell you otherwise." continued Jenny.
I had no intention of doing otherwise and I watched Ben drop each of his hands between the women's outstretched legs and begin to stroke their wet lips with his expert fingers. His cock was beginning to twitch a little and show signs of life and Chris let her hand encircle his shaft while my wife cupped his balls and lovingly toyed with the heavy sac. All three were still looking and smirking at me as they masturbated each other. After a few minutes, Jenny and Chris were starting to moan as Ben's fingers flashed in and out of their gaping holes and flicked over their clit's. For his part, Ben was now fully erect (at least ten inches, I guessed), and I could see small beads of pre-cum oozing from the slit at the tip of his engorged cock as the girls squeezed and stroked him.
Christine came first. A long, low groan escaped her lips and her fingers tightened around her husband's shaft as the orgasm began. I watched her legs tremble as her feet went up on her tip-toes and her thighs spread even further. Ben continued to finger-fuck her while the climax roared through her body, and only slowed when her felt Jenny, on his other side begin the same process. Jenny was more vocal and a little more animated. Her hips bucked from the chair as if to try to get more of Ben's hand inside her. She howled loudly and her juice practically spurted from her hole, soaking Ben's entire hand.
"We are ready to be cleansed now!" said Jenny as she and Christine relaxed slightly. It seemed obvious that this had all been planned well in advance. Like a theatre production, they all seemed to know exactly what to do.
I knew what was required of me and began to crawl on my hands and knees towards my wife's spread legs.
"No! Visitors first." she said as I approached, swatting me with the leather riding crop.
I changed direction instantly. There was now way that I wanted to incur the wrath of my Mistress, especially with that riding crop. I am not into pain, but the thought of it sent shivers down my spine and I could feel a certain tightness in my pants caused by a throbbing erection. My face came up in a line with Christine's naked, wet pussy. I had never been unfaithful to Jenny, had never felt the need. This was the first time since we had been married that I had been this close to another woman's cunt and I could smell the sweet, musky fragrance.
