For over a year my affair with Sheila has evolved from a mutually beneficial female led relationship to a one-sided, female dominated lifestyle.
As my dependence grew, so did my love and desire to please my lady. It was a gradual maturation of what Sheila had begun with me when she first convinced me to be her nude man in our CFNM games. Slowly but surely Sheila had taken me further and deeper into my submission to and reliance on her.
It may have been my instant attraction to her wide ass and my worshiping of it that led Sheila to believe that she could dominate me. If so, I have only me to blame. My fetish for fat bottomed girls grew into a need, an addiction if you will, to please her. My reward for pleasing my lady was to be able to make oral love to her wide, dimpled buttocks, ending with her permitting me to slide my dick up and down between those mounds until I spill my seed on her back.
Intuitively Sheila knew that in the long run I'd do anything within reason for that privilege and slowly took me to task.
Even now, as I sit nude at her feet, polishing her toe nails as she talks on the phone to a friend, I feel a deep connection to her, such as I've never known. She's going out tonight. I know she's leaving me here in her apartment to do my chores while she enjoys the company of her friends at a local bar. This is reasonable to me. Sheila needs her down time to relax and enjoy the company of others.
I have no need for that same amusement. My needs are met by pleasing Sheila. She provides me with a sense of serenity. I will happily clean her apartment, wash her clothes, prepare meals, and be naked for her friends. It's a small price to pay for me to be allowed to lavish her fat ass with kisses.
Sheila has provided me with a pinafore. She has me wear it when house cleaning and preparing meals. Of course I'm naked behind it. She explained the sanitary reasons and she made perfect sense. And, because Sheila wants a clean and sanitary environment in her home, I have been directed to keep my body devoid of hair below my head. Again, for sanitary reasons it is the right thing to do. I mean who wouldn't be disgusted seeing one of my pubic hairs on the floor, much less an arm or leg hair. I can imagine Sheila's embarrassment if her friends were to see a stray hair that once was on my body, on the furniture or floor.
I've not only grown accustomed to being shaved but rather like the smoothness of my body. The moisturizing creams Sheila bought for me has softened my skin to where Sheila really enjoys my closeness. She has taught me to be more supple in my movements when serving her company. Since they are mostly ladies of stature like my Sheila, I understand her wish that I make them feel comfortable, superior to me.
There are those of you who would scoff at the level of degradation I have allowed myself to be drawn into. You have no understanding of the freedom I feel when I'm paraded out nude, in a room full of Sheila's friends. The sense of pride I get from her smile when I've preformed well for her guests is beyond comparison. I see my lady beam as I masturbate myself for her and her friends amusement and lick my spending from my hand to their smattering of applause and giggles.
No, you have no idea how sexy I feel walking nude throughout a room full of clothed women to whom I'm serving snacks and beverages. The spanks they give my ass, the tugging of my rigid dick, the hefting of my balls by the many friends of Sheila's are a sign that my efforts are appreciated. That pleases Sheila and in turn, that pleases me.
So you might not understand then, that it didn't take more than a few days of coercion and convincing me that my sucking Mikes' cock for her would be a valuable tool in my desire to please her.
Once convinced, I had several days to wait and think about how it would go. My priority was to please my lady so ultimately, I had to please Mike to accomplish that. My only qualms were in regard to how Sheila would see me after I performed fellatio.
She eased my insecurities by reminding me that I liked pussy, both eating and fucking it, therefore I could not be a homosexual. Sheila's logic prevailed and I imagined how I would look, naked, on my knees, sucking Mike's rather large cock while a roomful of fully dressed women watched. The scenario gave me erection every time I thought about it. My willingness to submit to an act of homosexuality became over powering and I knew that not only would I do it, I wanted the humiliation of being seen doing it. Finally, after days of waiting, my desire to please Sheila by degrading myself became an obsession.
The evening finally arrived. I was erect most of that day in anticipation. My ladies guests arrived over a period of 30 minutes with Mike and Bev joining us last. Sheila explained that she wanted to surprise her lady friends who weren't expecting what they were about to witness.
Naked as usual, I provided cocktails and joints to Sheila's guests. The usual dick tugs, fanny smacks had me in a state of sexual tension. I knew that my release would only come after I had pleased Sheila.
When all ladies had their drinks, Sheila clapped her hands, getting their attention. Summoning me to her, Sheila announced to her friends that they were in for a real treat. Without further explanation to them, Sheila whispered to me, asking if I was ready. I nodded my assent.
Sheila directed me to stand in the middle of the room. Then she nodded to Bev who sent Mike to join me. My time to really show my lady how much I loved her had arrived.
The room grew still as I helped Mike out of his shirt. Kneeling at his feet, I removed his shoes. Still kneeling, my erect dick pointing up at him, I unfastened his trousers and pulled them down. I saw the great bulge in his briefs. I smelled his masculine scent emanating from his crotch. I placed my hands on his ass and tugged his underwear down.
His meaty cock was inches from my face. I looked at Sheila and saw her grinning at me. I looked up and saw Mike looking down at me. Making eye contact with him, I hefted Mikes cock up and began to suckle his scrotum. I licked, sucked and kissed his balls, feeling his cock harden in my hand.
I heard the ladies gasp when I licked the head of Mike's cock. I lavished that mushroom with sloppy tonguing and slurping kisses, and then swallowed as much cock as I could.
One hand caressed Mike's balls, the other held his ass for balance. I bobbed my head up and down his large appendage, taking him to my gagging point before pulling back. I pulled him out of my mouth and could see a saliva string connecting his cock to my lips. I rubbed his cock all over my cheeks, relishing in the depravity of what I was doing.
My own dick was dripping pre-cum as I made loud, sloppy love to Mike's cock.
I heard one of the ladies call me a cock sucker as I continued pleasing Mike. I felt a sense of pride at that. I was, after all, sucking a cock and I to get the acknowledgement of some one calling me a cocksucker, must mean I was doing it properly.
Mike, who had been standing still, began to grind his crotch in my face trying to force his cock deeper into my slurping, sucking mouth. I submitted to his onslaught, kneeling docile as he fucked my mouth. Both of my hands held Mike's ass as he fucked and crammed his cock into me until my nose was at the base. I'd done it. I had deep throated him.
In and out, in and out again and again, his cock went. I heard him groan as he began to cum. He called me a motherfucking faggot as he humped and fucked his cum down my throat. His first blasts went directly into my stomach. Then Mike pulled out so he could cum in my mouth. His cum was salty and thick, much like my own. I tasted and swallowed.
