Carl and my wife's were out of town on a girl's trip. I hung out at his place watching the game. I didn't think I wanted to drink that much, since I had to drive home. (Carl had put some CBD in my beers.) But my head was very dizzy. Carl was on sitting on the couch with me, holding me up. "You can't drive home. I'll take care of you tonight." His hands were on my shoulders as he snuggled very close to me.
After a glass of water, I sobered up a little bit, but Carl had already taken my keys. (He put something in the water to wake me up.)
"Let's play a game, buddy. I think you're going to really going to enjoy it. I'm going to change clothes and be right back."
I'm my half drunk state, all I could do was nod my head. I leaned back and waited for him to return.
A figure returned form the hallway, but it wasn't Carl. It looked more like his wife. Well, Carl had changed into his wife's lingerie. He had put on a pink lace bra, garter and panties. A see through pink camisole and white thigh high stockings with long lace garters holding them up. In his hands were a pile of white and red lace underclothes. He slowly walked around me, letting me gaze at him while he posed for me like a model.
I couldn't speak. I was in a daze and very confused.
(You could say I was 'Dazed and confused!' LOL)
Finally, Carl sat next to me again. Very close, very warm. He kissed my cheek. He pulled at my shirt, and in a quiet, sweet voice, told me to undress. I was frozen and wondering what was to happen to me. The soft sexy lace and silk clothes were rubbing against me. I could smell her perfume on them. He was snuggling so close. I tried to move a way a little bit, but no very much. "What's going on?" I wondered. He slipped his hand over my crotch and gave my bulge a nice firm squeeze. I felt his lips kiss my cheek again. "get your clothes off, bitch."
I didn't really take my own clothes off. He handled most of it. Him naming me his bitch was a surprise I didn't understand. Except, even though he was dressed like a woman, I realized from the name, who was in charge. He was.
Quickly I was naked but being dressed right back up in the soft satin undergarments. He expertly dressed me in the corset and girdle, stockings and heels. "Will I be able to walk in those" I questioned.
"You're not going to walk, or go anywhere else tonight, my friend."
Now, fully dressed like a lingerie model, I was standing in the middle of his man cave, wobbling from side to side in the heels. Still half drunk and dizzy. He started taking pictures and telling me how stupid, and like a fag I looked. He pinched my ass and slapped it to make me turn and pose for him. It was so humiliating! He said he wanted me to feel that way.
He instructed me to hold my hands in front of me. I obeyed. Two pink leather handcuffs were tightly buckled around my wrists. He put a matching collar around my neck. That was even more humiliating. A collar? Like a dog or a slave or something? Now that he had me cuffed and collared, his attitude changed. He leaned in close, pulling me toward him by the ring on the collar. "Yes, you're my fuck puppy cock slave, bitch." Then he opened my mouth with his tongue and kissed me, right there in the middle of the room. I leaned back, but I couldn't get away. I gave in and let him roll his tongue around in my wet, drooling mouth. "That's a good girl, Billy."
I was very worried. But it was too late.
We retied to the basement bedroom. It was dark and cold. But there was a enough light to see the two of us, dressed like bride's on out honeymoon in the the wall mirror. He held me down as he kissed and fondled me. Before I knew what happened, I was hard as he stroked my cock with a warm, slippery hand. "You like it, don't you, you slut?" I looked to the side, catching us in the mirror again. This was crazy!
My hands were pushed down into his lap. The silk panties he was wearing were pulled aside exposing his long fat cock. All the soft silky lingerie we were clad in was very erotic. The tight bra straps and panties felt good against my skin. He looked deep into my eyes and ordered me to jerk him. "Squeeze it for me, bitch."
He had a bottle of lube. He was squirting it everywhere. Our lingerie was wet and slippery. My hands, and his hands, were too.
Carl began to give me orders again. "My wife won't suck my cock. But you're going to. You want to, don't you, bitch?'
I didn't know what to say, or do. He was pulling my body down as he slid up. My face was between his bra cups, then his belly, then I could feel the panties around his waist. His cock popped up against my cheek. "Do it, you slut!" I gulped and slowly opened my mouth. What the fuck?
It tasted like cherries and sweat. The lube let it slide right in past my lips and almost back into my throat. I gagged a little but somehow was able to let it slide in without choking. I pulled back and then went in for another deeper throat penetration. He liked it. So did I. (I'm so embarrassed!)
He squeezed one of my 'tit's' while he throat fucked me. I took it all the way. I sucked and pushed it into my throat as deep and hard as I could. Am I a natural, I wondered? He blew a big load, filling my mouth and spilling out all over the sheets. I swallowed all I could. It was a lot. "Fuck!"
After a few minutes, after we caught our breath, he lifted my still cuffed hands up over my head, close to the headboard. He kissed my cheek and spoke. "I'm going to fuck you like a whore, Billy. I'm going to hold you down and as fuck the shit out of you while you beg me for more. Are you ready for that, Billy? Are you ready to beg me to fuck you?"
I just looked back at him, unable to speak. He took my silence as a yes.
Carl rubbed my legs and my ass. He was feeling the soft nylon stockings and my lace panties. He kept fondling me and kissing my face. "Don't worry, bitch, I'll jerk you off before we are done. I'm not all about me, just mostly."
Carl was standing by the bed, working with some sort of buckles and straps. I was on my back with my hands lifted up over my head. His pink outfit still made his silhouette look like a sexy, lingerie dressed woman. I almost lost track of who I was with. But when he walked closer, using a belt to fasten my hands to the headboard, I couldn't miss his long fat cock sticking straight out of the pink camisole. His cock was already hard and angry. He buckled the belt tight. I wasn't going anywhere soon. A large balled up bundle of lace and silk panties fell on my face, then onto my chest. Carl tightened the bundle and told me open. I slowly let me jaw slide down, opening my mouth, nervous of what this meant. The ball of dirty, crusty panties puffed my cheeks out, completely filling my mouth. A wide sash, covering my mouth, was wrapped around my head to hold the ball of panties in firmly. "Mummphh!"
"Roll over on your stomach, bitch." He placed a pillow next to me to roll over on. It was going to be under my tummy. "Roll over, bitch." I couldn't respond, resist or beg for mercy. I obeyed.
I felt his hands on the back of my legs. He was slowly working his way up. The stockings and panties, girdler and garters took a lot of his attention. "My wife won't wear this stuff anymore. I hate that. I love this stuff so much. But you look great in it, bitch."
More groping, fondling and playing with the sexy straps and lace accents on my lingerie. Then, out of nowhere, his big strong hands grabbed my ass cheeks from the inside and opened them wide. "Mummp! Fuck!"
The cold stream of lube was everywhere. And this time, it was REALLY everywhere. His fingers slipped in my ass so easy, I thought maybe he was just barely poking it. But I soon realized he was all the way in, down to the last knuckle. Two long probing fingers. My eyes rolled back in my head. I was so helpless. Humiliated in these girly underclothes. But, I was actually liking being violated like this. He grabbed a nipple and pinched really hard. I jumped and let out a squeal, like a schoolgirl. He liked that. I felt him mount me. I braced for his cock. Instead, he grabbed my tit again and squeezed even harder. Just as I felt the pain in my chest, distracted by his rough grip on my sore nipple, his cock slipped in and didn't stop.
"Ohhhhh Fuck! Mummph!"
He was in so fucking deep I didn't think I'd ever shit again. He held it there, all the way in, balls deep. He wiggled back and forth a little bit. "You're a good little fuck, aren't you?"
I was trying to spit the gag out, my eyes watering. His hand on the back of my head was holding my face in the pillows. He started rocking up and down. Deeper, back, deeper... "Fuck!"
"My wife won't let me fuck her in the ass like this, ever. You love it, though, don't you, bitch? I know you do. Tell me you love it."
He was pushing even harder. So fucking deep inside me! I was crying when I realized I loved him on me, in me and loving me. "Mummphh.... I love it...Mummph."
The next day Carl invited me over again. Our wives wouldn't be home until late that night. He said he wants to fuck me even harder this time. He said he will make me his bitch. He said he is going to divorce his wife when they come home, and I should too. I didn't know what to say.
Billy
