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Terry's Descent Ch. 01

By: jack.joyce



Today

My wife, Jo had gone out for work again, and I was left alone in the house. I used to be the bread winner, but after I started working at home, it became apparent that there was more work to be done in the house than there was work for me. It was an obvious step for me to do the house work so that my wife was free to work longer t her much higher paid job.

I have to admit to being extremely hurt by the suggestion, but could not deny the facts. I reluctantly agreed, it made sense after all, and I did not want to be sexist. Secretly though, it gave me a rush to be confined to a role in the house, but I never made a remark as to that effect. Although it was arousing, I had never really wanted it to happen.

Today, like I very occasionally do, I thought I would get an extra kick to pass the dreary day. I dressed up in my wife's clothes to do the housework like a proper little housewife.

My small penis was stretching to its limit as I put them on my slight frame. I brushed my shoulder length hair out in a feminine style and put on one off my wife's corsets, the leather one I got for special occasions. I tied it very tight, relishing the restriction and discomfort. My hips were drawn in, and, with a couple of breast forms I kept hidden from Jo, I had a passable cleavage.

I put on some sexy panties, adding a panty liner to conceal my only real trace of manhood on my hairless body. My tiny balls and dick were hidden easily, even when as hard is it was now. I attached black stockings to the corset, and then added a skin tight, short dress. Once my make up was applied and I was in high heels, I looked like a complete slut. Just as I liked to.

Dressed

I added an apron and began work about the house. Even with high heels on, I was still too short to reach anything, so had to use a little set of steps often. I busied myself about the house, stopping often to look at myself in the mirror. I froze suddenly as I heard the doorbell, remembering at that moment exactly who it would be. The plumber Jo had arranged to fix the sink for me.

I could just ignore it, but Jo would go mad. She is fed up with the stink from the messed up pipes, and this was the only time he could come for weeks. I was going to have to answer the door, and felt a thrill of dirty excitement course through me.

I looked through the spy hole as he rang again, straightening my dress and preparing myself. He was a big man.

"Ah," he said in a rough voice, looking up as I opened the door, "Mrs Jackson?"

"Yes, are you here to fix the sink?" I responded, doing my best to sound natural and feminine.

"That's right," he gave me a second glance as I held the door open to let him in, I felt a shiver as he let his eyes linger for longer than was polite.

"Come in, the kitchen is this way."

His large body brushed past me and I closed the door, and I felt his eyes on me as I had my back to him. I experienced a strange sensation being aware that my actions and attire was having an effect on him. I began to respond in a way I had never dreamed possible, flashing a little smile at him as I walked before him into the kitchen. I spotted him in the mirror, looking at my ass as I walked, I could not help but sway a little more.

"Here's the sink," I turned to look at him, watching his eyes flick back to mine. I could not help but stand in a slightly provocative manner, "Is there anything you need?"

His mouth turned up in a knowing smile, "I should be okay Mrs Jackson, thanks," he put his bag down and began to look at the job.

I walked across the kitchen and pretended to be busy, all the while looking at him in a way I had never looked at a man before. His overalls were open a little more at the chest than was necessary, showing his chest hair. He did not look very clean, but there was a great sense of masculinity, from his stubble to his large arms. He glanced over from his task, catching me looking at turning me bright red.

He smiled the smile again, emboldened by my reaction, "You're a bit dressed up for around the house aren't you Mrs Jackson?"

I was still looking down, and thought quickly, "Well, it's our anniversary tonight, so I was trying to look a bit special." As I looked up, I saw him letting his eyes run up my legs and over my ass, he could sense that I was drawn to him, he looked the sort of man who got his way with a lot of housewives. I felt a stab of fear, this was only meant to be a game.

"Really?" he said, blatantly looking at my chest, "Your husband is in for a treat tonight, Mrs Jackson."

I blushed again, giggling slightly, shocked at my own flirtatiousness, "Thank you. You can call me Terry."

"Terri? That's a nice name," he looked back at the job at hand and I felt a tenseness inside that told me what I was doing was very wrong.

"If you need me, I'll be upstairs," I said, able to bare it no longer in here with him, my emotions all over the place.

"Okay Terri," he stayed focused on his work.

Flirt

After a while I could stand the curiosity no more, and went back into the kitchen. He had taken the top part of his overalls off, revealing his vest. He was overweight and hairy. I did not know why he fascinated me so much.

"Would you like a drink of something? I have some beers in the fridge?" I asked, tearing my eyes from his body.

He put his tools down and stood up, wiping his hands on a rag that did not seem to make them any cleaner, "That would be good," he said looking down at me.

I smiled and got a can for him, then leaned back against the wall, I could not help but put one foot against it, raising my knee and causing my short dress to ride up my thigh. He downed it and got himself another without asking, looking at my legs without any attempt to hide his lust.

"Is it hard work?" I tried to fill the silence.

He moved towards me, "Very hard work Terri," he said as he drew close. I could smell the beer on his breath, and the odor of sweat from his clothes, "A guy needs a break now and then."

I gazed up at him as he stood over me, resting a hand against the wall beside my head. He looked me straight in the eyes and I was paralyzed. My eyes glazed over with desire for this man, and he knew the time was right, grabbing me forcing his tongue between my painted lips. I accepted it, closing my eyes as he pushed his body against mine.

I had never been kissed like it, he was rough and careless, all I could do was respond to him. His hands began to grope my body, feeling and grabbing. I was overwhelmed by his smell, and pushed my body into his, feeling an enormous erection. It scared me more than I thought it would and he noticed, grabbing my right hand and pressing it against the bulge.

"Feel it, girl, feel that stick," he breathed in my ear as he pulled my dress over my head. I caressed it in wonder, growing more wanton by the second. I began to rub it as I knew he would like, and watched it grow. He commanded, "Get it out."

I unzipped his flies and released his monster. The smell was very strong, I could almost feel the scent of sex from it. It could not have been washed since he last was in a woman, probably that day.

"Get down there, slut," he ordered, lost in his own arousal.

Getting down to my knees before him, I knew what he wanted, but was terrified of actually doing it. I hesitated.

"Get the fucking thing in your mouth, you whore," he growled. I opened my mouth quickly, terrified, as he rammed it inside. I began to gag. I was scared, this was nothing like I expected it to be, I wanted to escape.

He laughed as I struggled to take his enormous cock into my virgin mouth, "What's the matter, is your husband a bit smaller than this?" my eyes were filled with fear as he began to fuck my face, "That's it you little cocksucker, keep your eyes on mine."

He started to groan as I gradually got used to the invasion, looking up at his eyes as he closed them in pleasure, "Oh yeah, that's it... Now take it deeper..."

I opened my mouth as far it would and straightened my neck, knowing what he wanted. He forced it down my throat, filling me with panic, but there was nothing for me to do. My eyes were wide and terrified when he looked down, "That's good, you're going to be a great deep throat."

He kept working more of his eight inch cock down my throat, screwing my mouth with complete carelessness, "Come on, you slut! Get it all in!" he grunted and groaned with pleasure, hurting my throat and mouth as he went back and forth. I felt his balls slap against my chin and my nose was buried in his filthy pubic hair.

"That's it! Yes!" he moved wildly, staring down at me with a dangerous look, then he suddenly pulled out, letting me fall on the floor. He moved my legs apart, "Now let's get a look at that pussy of yours..."

Panic took over, I did not know what to do. I backed away, "Please don't, please? I'm begging you, I'm on my period," he carried on advancing and I knew I had to do something, "Please don't? Take me up my ass? Please?"

He paused, looking at me with a mixture of disgust and interest, "Really... You are an interesting one..."

I rolled over and got on my hands and knees, holding my panties to one side. I was shaking. I looked back at him, standing there thoughtfully, "Please, fuck my virgin asshole?" I got my fingers wet and started lubing up my hole as I spread my cheeks for him.

That was enough for him, he spat on his hand and rubbed it up and down his still wet cock. Without saying a word he started pushing his it into my tight hole, it was excruciating, he was heedless of my screams and just kept on going. Suddenly, the head was in, I felt like I really needed to take a shit, but for the pain around my hole.

"Oh, you are one tight, fucking bitch..." he groaned as he slid his whole length inside me.

"Yes!" I screamed, in a ragged cry, suddenly overtaken by the pleasure and humiliation, "I am your bitch! Do it to me! Fuck me!"

He was well ahead of me, ramming in and out and groaning. I was lost to him, pushing myself back against his assault, trying to stay in on place as he moved me across the floor with each thrust.

"Oh..." I whined, "Oh, that feels so good... I need it, harder..!"

Grunting, he raped me, hurting me with his grip and caring nothing for me. Again he pulled out, leaving my ass gaping open and flexing involuntarily. I looked back at him with confusion and dismay on my face, "Please take me?"

He gave a humorless grunt and grabbed a length of thick pipe from his bag, forcing it into my ass. I screamed out in pain as he pushed it in.

"Now clean up your mess, bitch," he said cruelly, pushing his shit covered dick between my lips. I almost vomited but had no choice, tasting the disgusting muck as I sucked and licked him clean. When he was satisfied, he pulled out, "Jerk me off."

I knelt up, feeling the pipe in my ass move. Pain and pleasure coursed out from it. I started to rub his meat, it felt sticky and throbbed in my hands. After a few moments he grabbed hold of my head and held me as he came all over my face and hair.

Left

He paused. I looked up at him from beneath the spunk, desperate to please him. He smiled his scary smile, and put his shrinking dick away, "I hope your husband has a nice anniversary," he said as he packed his tools into his bag and headed for the door, "I'll be seeing you soon."

The door closed, and I just knelt looking at it, felling the cum slide down my face. I tasted it. I licked it all up. I moved the pipe in and out of my ass and came in my panties without touching my little stick. 

Terry's Descent Ch. 02



Repentance

Soaking in the shower with my head hung low, I was gripped with sudden fear. Jumping out of the cubicle, I raced into the bedroom, water dripping from my used body. The clock confirmed my concerns, there was not long till my wife got home. It really was our anniversary, and she wanted to have a special meal, especially as she had turned down her boss for it.

I rushed quickly about the house, throwing on some underwear and the apron I had discarded earlier. Fortunately a lot of the work had already been done, but the meal was a long way off. I lost himself in frantic preparations, plagued by guilt for the day's actions.

Jo Returns

Terror swept through my body as I heard Jo enter. I did not turn round, did not leave the kitchen. As she entered, heels clicking primly, I hung my head, aware of her gaze - incredulous - on my bare back.

"Why doesn't this surprise me," it was not a question. Scorn flooded her words.

"I'm sorry, Jo," I almost whispered, my body sagging even further.

"Ha!" she threw at me, "I gave up a meal with Douglas for this!"

Turning, I looked up at her eyes imploringly, "Please, Jo? I can have everything ready in a little while?"

She sneered at me, disgusted, "You get weaker by the minute; you've even got a frilly apron on like a woman!"

My eyes dropped again, and I turned back to the sink where I had been washing the pots. She plucked a pair of dirty panties from the washing basket beside her with her slender fingers, and threw them at me, "If you're going to act like a snivelling little housewife, then you might as well dress like one!"

I felt them hit my leg and slide down to the floor. I looked down at the panties, remembering the plumber, and shivered.

"Put them on!" Jo grabbed my hair and yanked my head down towards them, she seemed strangely stronger them me, "Do it now!"

I saw no way out, my guilt stole any stubbornness. I obeyed her, pulling my underwear down fast and replacing it swiftly with her dirty panties. I felt a twinge in my tiny cock, it made me blush with shame. I stood looking down, waiting to hear her disgust.

"Hi Doug," said Jo. I span round to see that she was on the phone, completely ignoring me. She flicked her long blonde hair and fished a cigarette from a pack in her bag. She took a quick drag on it, "Looks like I can make it tonight after all... That's right, let down again..."

I did not know what to do, so just turned back to the dishes. After a few more insults regarding me, she completed the call, and stared at me with menace, "Put these on too," she threw one of her very large bras at me and left the room.

Dressed as she had demanded, I felt a warmth spreading from my crotch, deepening my shame.

After a while she came back in, dressed to kill. She laughed at my slim frame and empty bra. Her blue eyes looked down at mine, even without the high heels she was wearing, she was taller than me.

"You look like such a faggot. Pad that bra out. I want you sitting at the bottom of the stairs when I come in, and the house spotless. Clear?"

"Yes, Jo."

"My cab is here, I will see you later," she turned and swept out of the room.

Waiting

My tiny dick was rigid as I rushed about the house. It ashamed me. The hot dampness began to rub slightly.

I was soon sitting on the stairs. Silently, barely looking towards it, my right hand slipped into the sexy panties I wore. My panties. My fingers grew sticky and wet as I leaned back and spread my legs. My eyes closed as my index finger circled my sore hole, spreading the wetness. My thoughts were of being used by the plumber, as my mid digit sunk into my willing ass.

Awakened

The sound of a car pulling away woke me. I pulled my finger out of my ass and sucked it clean quickly, squinting at the new taste. It was two in the morning. The door opened and in swayed Jo, giggling and tipsy with drink.

She looked at me and paused, her eyes glazed over with a look of lust, "Good boy, you can get some things right. I thought you were going to be tucked up in bed."

I looked up at her with a sorrowful expression, longing to be forgiven, "The house is clean too, Jo. I'm really sorry about tonight."

She moved over to me, smiling, put her knee between my legs and held my head with one hand, "Mmm... My good little housewife..." she licked my lips, "I am so horny. Douglas was flirting with me all night, he is awful..."

I stiffened at the mention of Douglas - I knew only too well that she found him very attractive - But still responded to her advances, hoping to take her mind off him. Her movements became frantic with desire. Hands all over my body. She was turning me on, driving me crazy.

"Oh god, I have been going mad tonight..." she breathed, "He had his hand on my leg on the car journey home, sliding it up slowly. But don't worry, I didn't let him get any of the good stuff, I've saved that for you."

She climbed up me, positioning her crotch over my face, then pulled her long, figure hugging dress up her shapely legs. My head forced back onto the stairs, I saw clearly how horny she was; her red thong was sodden. My little erection returned and I lunged forward, sucking her big pussy through the material.

"Oh yes!" she growled, "Suck it into your mouth, chew those pussy lips!"

Jo pushed down on me, grinding her groin into my face. Her passion built quickly, she had not been joking when she said how horny she was. I wondered how much had really happened between her and Douglas. All I could smell was her, the musky odour, some fresh, some certainly stale.

She came amid screams of pleasure, flooding my face with her cum, soaking me through the flimsy wet material. She got off me, and grabbed my reddened face, "I want you inside me right now!" She pulled her thong to the side as I did the same to reveal my hardness, then sunk down onto me.

Her face was immediately frustrated, "Come on? Are you hard?!" she grunted.

"Y-yes, Jo" I managed, pushing my tiny manhood into her hungry pussy, as far as I could.

After a few moments of struggle, she stood up suddenly, "You fucking excuse for a man! Damn right you should be dressed like a woman, that thing isn't much more than a fucking clit!"

"It used to be enough, Jo?"

She looked down at me in anger, I looked even smaller than usual, "Well it hardly brushes the fucking sides now! Come with me."

A Slut

I pulled himself up from the uncomfortable position on the , and followed her up to the bedroom. She was busy rummaging in some boxes at the back of her wardrobe. I stood at the foot of the bed waiting for her. It was not long before I saw what she was looking for. A big, thick dildo.

She looked at me, a smile back on her face, but I wished it was not there at present. She lay back on the bed and beckoned me over, handing me the giant.

I could not quite believe what I was looking at. Could not believe what I was holding. It smelt of her. It felt bigger than the plumber had, almost alive and rippling with veins.

"Put some red lipstick on, I want you to suck it like the girl you are," I looked at her, certain I was reading her wrong. She returned my gaze coldly, "Do it."

Trying not to let on that I knew exactly where her lipstick was, I coated his lips, watching Jo finger herself out of the corner of my eye. The drink and my increased submissiveness had given her the confidence to do that which she had never before.

"Now suck it like a slut..." she breathed, beginning to lose herself in her administrations.

Feeling my miniscule hardness pulsing with arousal against my will, I drew it to my lips. My tongue touched the tip. This seemed worse than the anonymous liaison with the plumber.

"Into your mouth, Terri... past those ruby red lips..." she purred, her fingers in her pussy increasing their pace.

The ten inch monster filled my mouth, unyielding and salty. I pushed it to the back of my throat, feeling himself begin to gag, then slid it back and forth. I felt so low, performing for my wife's entertainment, giving a blow job to a dildo at least four times my size. Dampness grew in my panties.

"Oh yes... that's it you little slut," she was squirming on the bed, her free hand now under her dress playing with her nipple, "Look at how damp your panties are, I can't believe you are getting off on this! You are such a pervert."

My eyes looked down, only to see the phallus filling my mouth. I had never felt so humiliated, but could not stop. My dick was nothing, I was nothing. I had never been so aroused in my life, and there was no way back from here.

"Now get over here and bury that thing into me!" she demanded. I rushed over, getting onto my hands and knees before her, then sunk the toy into her oozing pussy. Her fleshy lips stretched around it, as she let out a low moan, relishing the feelings of her body struggling to accommodate the beast. "That's, so good..."

Jo ground her hips against it, leaning back and closing her eyes, "Work it hard and fast, fuck me like a dyke, Terri," there was desperate sexual longing in her voice, she was close to explosion. She writhed with pleasure, letting out squeals of ecstasy.

Pulling her dress down over her pert, bra-less breasts, she pulled my face into them, "Suck on my titties!" There could be no arguing with her, and I was beyond the ability to do so anyhow. I took a big, erect nipple into my painted mouth, sucking and teasing as I rammed the dildo in and out.

She came, and came big. It was an earsplitting orgasm, one that threw gallons of cum out onto the sheets and over my hand.

After Glow

Panting, her chest heaving, Jo pushed me off her, "Oh my... that was the first time I've truly cum with you since we married, not counting the times you stuck that clever tongue of yours in there," my face was a mixture of agony and pride, "Make sure you put that thing away and clean up."

Rolling over, she fell almost immediately to sleep. I was lost without her instructions. I forced myself to act, removing her clothes and getting her into bed. I did as she said and then went to have a shower. Trying to remove some of the shame with the cum.

My tiny dick was still hard, but I could not bring myself to look at it anymore. I rubbed it through the panties, feeling cum fill them in seconds. Crying with humiliation, I got under the stream of water.



Terry's Descent Ch. 03



Morning After

I brought up Jo's breakfast after having a fitful sleep. I still ached from having been used on the stairs last night. She woke up slowly, and took the tray from me. I always make breakfast for her, she is used to it, but today there was no thank you.

Suddenly her sleepiness faded, "What are you wearing?" she snapped. I was in my dressing gown as the house was cold and I had slept naked. I responded, explaining this, she answered coldly, "Put mine on, you little faggot."

I had thought that last night's activities were merely a one off - punishment for a ruined anniversary – and just stood there, dumbfounded.

"Do as I say, Terri," she said evenly. I turned, letting my dressing gown slip onto the floor as I approached hers. It was a silky feminine gown, something that she wore on special occasions. It was out as it was supposed to have been a celebration last night. I wished it was not.

I hung the light material over my small frame; it was cold, as was the house. Despite my embarrassment, I felt myself beginning to get aroused; I prayed she would not notice.

"That's better," she said through a mouthful of cereal, "You don't deserve to dress like a man, all you have is a clit. Understand?"

I mumbled an agreement, my eyes on the floor. It was good enough for her. She continued to eat her breakfast, switching on the television and ignoring me. I went to get the rest of her work things ready.

My Punishment

She came downstairs dressed in her tight business suit. The skirt was short, showing off her amazing legs. I was surprised she had come down so soon, she did not have to leave for work for quite a while.

"Terri, you are going to be punished for last night," she started. I had thought that what had happened was punishment enough, but was not going to argue with her. She seemed so angry that I feared losing her forever, "Since you like being dressed up like the slut you are, I think I will have to use that as your punishment."

I was confused; I did not see how using something I liked could be a punishment. I looked at her, unsure of what to think; afraid to say anything unless she changed her mind and thought of something that I did not like.

"We're going to dress you up like a whore, then send you down into town to do your shopping," her explanation made all the color drain from my face, I stared, unable to move, "So get upstairs, you little slut."

I walked ahead of her, painfully aware of her eyes examining my frame as I climbed the stairs. Glancing briefly at her, I saw that she was appraising me like an object. I can only assume that she was considering what would look best on me.

There was an outfit already laid out on the unmade bed, and it terrified me. It consisted of clothes that I did not even know Jo owned. There was a red satin corset - fairly plain, but with small black ribbons. I felt a rush of warmth in my crotch looking at it. Beside it was a ridiculously short, black vinyl mini skirt, red fishnet stockings and thong, and thigh high, black vinyl boots. She had not been joking when she said I was going to look like a hooker. I was desperate to hide how wet I felt myself becoming.

My fear was very evident, and Jo was enjoying every moment, "I thought this might take the smile off your face. Now get it all on, and quickly, you had better not make me late for work."

I acted fast; slipping a panty liner in while Jo's back was turned. When it came to the corset, she pulled it tighter than I had ever pulled her black one. She had used duct tape to squeeze up as much of my chest as possible. With the force of the corset, I had passable cleavage. Looking in the mirror, I felt a little faint, made worse by the small amount of air the corset was supplying.

"Oh yes, you are looking perfect," she stood back to look at me, "Now lets add some tarty makeup and jewellery to finish the job. When I'm finished with you, you will be propositioned by every sleazy man in the town."

I sat down and let her help me finish off the look. My eyes began to water but she slapped me, warning me not to let my mascara run. I controlled myself the best I could allowing her to add the last touches. She styled my hair with plenty of body.

"Now let's have a look at you," she stood me up in front of the mirror and made me give her a twirl, "Very, very nice... You look like a cheap whore, and I have to say, it suits you. You are wasting this body of yours on trying to look like a man!"

I said nothing, just looked, and tried to pretend I did not like what I saw. The problem was not how I looked, but my wife's obvious enjoyment of the exercise, and my imminent introduction into polite society.

My stockings finished below the hem of the skirt, the suspender straps disappearing underneath tantalisingly. I would not be able to bend over without showing my ass cheeks, the skirt was that short. I hung the tacky red handbag that Jo had found from somewhere over my shoulder. 

She picked up her things and headed for the door, "I'm going to drop you off in town so that I know you haven't disobeyed, and I want to see the things you bought when I come back at lunch time. So hurry up."

Town

I stood and watched her car until it turned a corner. It was an hour long walk from here back to the house, there was no chance that I could go back, change, and return to shop in time. She had left me with close to the exact amount I needed, certainly not enough to save time by using the bus or a taxi. I swallowed and looked hesitantly about me. No one appeared to be looking at me at the moment, but that could change dramatically.

With a deep breath, I set off into the shopping centre; my heels clicking, the cold wind chilling my bare shoulders, my eyes down. As I got closer, it got busier. After a few minutes, I heard whistles and cat calls from some workmen, and wanted to just disappear. I began to become aware of lingering looks from the men I passed, and disgust from the women.

To begin with I was humiliated, but then felt a strange pride developing in me. These men were looking at me, in front of wives and girlfriends. So what if the women felt disgust; fuck them, they were jealous of me. I found myself swinging my hips more, my shoulders less stooped. I watched the expressions on passers by, and let my eyes meet some of the more blatant men – a little smile played over my lips as one looked straight at me. He almost walked into a newspaper stand as he watched me.

My cold body felt invigorated. I relished the power I had over these weak men. I flicked my hair, licked my lips, and walked on.

The shop assistants fell over themselves to help me and I flirted unabashedly with them. This was easy. I wished I had done it before. Looking at the men vying for my attention, I began to think of the feeling of the plumber's big cock filling me, the taste of his precum, and felt lust begin to grow within me.

Last Stop

I walked into the last shop, a small hardware store, and saw my best opportunity to flirt yet. It was empty but for the owner, sitting reading the sport section of a particularly low brow tabloid. I walked up to him, watching him look me over in detail; he was a fairly large, middle aged man. I checked my watch; I still had a few moments to make him squirm.

"Can I help you?" he asked, sitting forward and putting down the paper.

I gave a coy laugh and let my body language speak volumes, "I always need help, I am hopeless in a shop like this. I always get the wrong thing, and my husband has to bring it back."

His eyebrows rose at the word husband. He looked me over again, and seemed to relax even further. He stood up and walked around the little counter towards me, "Well then, what does your other half want? I'm sure it'll be in here somewhere."

Turning my body toward him, I flicked my hair and smiled, "You'll have to look at my list, I will probably read it wrong," as I went to hand it to him, I let it fall down, then seductively bent down, pivoting at the hip with my back to him. I knew that he saw my ass and thong clearly. I handed him the piece of paper, thrilling as my small hands were almost engulfed in his. He did not pull them back quickly, and neither did I.

He looked at the list, and then at me. He spoke slowly, confidently, "I've got something that you need that isn't on this list."

I was completely taken aback, he was responding rather quicker than I imagined to my playful advances. A look of panic shot across my face, and I just managed a nervous laugh.

"I get the feeling that you need something from this shop that you can't get at home," he continued, he had moved quite close, but now moved towards the door. He locked it.

My fear was now impossible to conceal, "What are you doing? I have to get going quite soon."

He walked towards me, and I felt his presence loom over me. I suddenly became aware of the signals I was sending out with my dress and actions. It was only a matter of time before I met a man who would act on the lust I was teasingly arousing in them.

"Please don't," I begged, shrinking away from him.

"Oh, you know you want it, and so do I," he grabbed my hands and held them together in one of his, I pulled away, struggling, but he easily dragged me into the storeroom. I did not scream, just whimpered. "You want a big cock inside you, and mine is aching to get into your cunt."

He pulled me close to him, a hand groping over my body, "Please stop, please? I'm on my period," for a moment he paused, but then forced a rough kiss on my red lips.

"There're lots of other things you can do for me," he breathed into my mouth, "You are crying out for it you slut. Dressed up like a whore and throwing yourself at me."

"Please stop, my husband is expecting me home!"

"He can wait a few more minutes," he pushed me against some shelves and assaulted me, I could not stop him. His hands were all over me and I felt the fear of his discovering what was inside my underwear along with dreadful helplessness. I also knew that he was right. I wanted it, and I wanted it like this.

He felt my chest through the corset, and I shivered as my nipples were tugged at a little. I knew it for certain now; I was getting damp in my thong. My struggles slowed and I let him maul me. He noticed immediately, and groaned approval, running his hands up my legs to my ass. I hitched a leg up against his body, feeling his enormous bulge pressed against my stomach, and sucked on his tongue as it probed my mouth.

"Oh yeah, bitch; you are hot," he unzipped his flies and fished out his massive meat. A big, thick nine inches. I wanted it in me, I wanted it in the hole I now thought of us my cunt.

He pushed me down, and I went with ease, my eyes fixed on his hot tool. He did not need to tell me, although it was clear he did not need my approval anyway. I sucked it into my mouth, pleased to hear him sigh as it entered, then took it in my hands, licking it up and down while massaging it with my feminine hands. He groaned as I took inside again, only to run my mouth down him to his big balls; hairy and smelly. I sucked them, giving him a hand job as I did.

I stretched my neck out as I deep throated him. I knew I still had much to learn, but my practise on the dildo for my wife had helped me. I hardly gagged, and was soon bobbing my head up and down on his stick while looking at the expressions of pleasure on his face.

He looked down at me as I felt his balls tense, and pulled out of my mouth, "Oh no, this load is going in your cunt."

"Please don't! I'm on my period, take me in my ass? Please?" I begged him, he could see the fear in my eyes and thought for a moment, my expression began one of lust, "I really want you in my ass... Fuck me and fill me up, I need you in me..."

His expression became a sneer of power and desire, "Bend over the bench then."

I did as he said, pulling my thong aside as I had for the plumber, only this time I knew what was to come. My legs were taught and shapely as I spread my legs and looked over my shoulder at him.

He grunted as he pushed his beast into my willing hole, I knew I was still tight, and the pain told me I still had a way to go before I could accommodate cocks easily. He grabbed my hips and banged into me, groaning as he did. I lost control, growling like an animal and screaming out in a mixture of pain and unheard of pleasure.

He came in me, filling my bowels with hot juices, and I cried out in fulfilment.

The Long Walk

With each step I felt his cum squirt out of my stretched hole. I could hear it squelching and loved the sound of it. I looked the worst for wear and had no time to adjust my appearance. He had slapped my ass and flicked his shrinking dick into his trousers. I could still here his words of praise for the 'most fucked up whore' he had enjoyed for a long time, and knew I would return soon.

I opened the door and rushed into the kitchen. I had enough time to clean myself up before Jo got home, so sped upstairs, rubbing myself through my thong. I needed to cum more than I had ever known.

"You did as I said!" exclaimed my wife happily as I rushed into the bedroom. She was stretched out on the bed, dressed in her sexiest underwear. The room was lit by candles.

My surprise at seeing her was clear. I froze, and so did she. She got up, putting her glass of wine down, and came over to me.

Her tone had changed from pleasure to ice, "What happened? You smell of sex," she said with disgust. She had obviously planned to test my love for her and then reward me. I had betrayed her. I could not speak. "Take your hands out of your panties and turn around."

I did as she said, letting her pull my thong down. The mess of mine and the shop owner's juices were plain to see. His cum had run down into the top of my boots.

"This is who you are? I am speechless."

She just stood there as I hung my head and let tears flow freely over my cheeks.

Then she moved silently around the room getting dressed and ignoring me, I did not know what to do, so just stayed where I was.

"Things are going to change, Terri. Clean yourself up, I will see you later."



Terry's Descent Ch. 04



Telephone Call

I was sitting wrapped in a towel crying at the bottom of the stairs. Dread filled my body. That horrible empty feeling when you know that only the worst can come of your actions.

The house was clean, I was now purged of the filth of the day after a cleansing shower, and now I was waiting to hear from Jo. Wondering what the outcome would be.

The telephone rang. I knew who it was going to be.

"I want that house gleaming, and I want a gourmet meal for three ready for six," she ordered with malice through the phone, "You are going to be an obedient little bitch for me tonight, aren't you?"

"Yes, Jo," I replied, very quietly.

"Doug's wife is out of town, and I told him that you were to. He's expecting to see my little sister, Terri, and I've told him what a hot bitch she is. You will serve us and obey everything I say, understood?"

"Yes, Jo."

"Good. You had better look good, slut."

The phone was slammed down. My tears began to fall again.

Wining and Dining

Doug was quite a man; I could see what Jo found attractive about him. Tall, rugged and muscular, he was dressed stylishly and carried himself with an easy confidence. I spoke as little as possible and hurried around them.

Jo was sitting, flirting, at the dining table with him. She looked good enough to eat, and by Doug's expression, that is not far off from what he planned. He had looked me over more than once, subtly touching me without raising my guard whenever possible. I longed to let him touch me all he wanted, but after today's activities, was taking no chances.

My best efforts could not fathom out how Jo's mind worked. I played along, desperate to please her, and knowing that I had no choice if I ever wanted to see her again.

I had on the long black dress that I had worn yesterday when the plumber had come. My makeup was less garish than earlier, and the corset not as tight. Jo had seen to that as soon as she had come in; she forced it closed another few inches. Looking in the mirror whenever possible, I liked the appearance, and I think Doug did too.

"So, how often does Terri come calling?" he asked Jo whilst looking at me.

She saw his gaze and smiled evilly, "Oh, I think she's going to be staying quiet a while, especially if she serves us as good as this regularly," my cheeks flushed, and I looked down at my high heels.

They continued to talk about me, and I could bear it no longer. I quickly moved into the kitchen. I looked at the bottles of wine left; not many, they were getting through them at quite a rate.

I started to open one and was having difficulty when Doug walked in, he saw my struggles and moved towards me, "Here, let me help," he stood behind me and put his big hands over mine.

I sighed audibly, leaning into him as he effortlessly removed the stubborn cork. I looked up at him, "Thank you, you're very strong."

He brushed my complement aside and returned to the dinning room with the wine. Jo came in after him; I was still standing, overcome slightly.

"I think he likes you, Terri," she said with a wicked gleam in her eye, "If he comes onto you, don't resist."

"But, Jo?"

"Don't try that one on me, you slut, I know what you want. But trust me, you won't get it tonight," she turned and walked towards the door, "Come through, and remember what you are. My bitch."

I followed her. I knew that she was right. Something had changed yesterday, although it brewed for a long time. I did not have the spine to complain, and there was a part of me that craved her domination. A part that was growing all the time.

After Dinner Treats

"You won't believe what this little slut has been saying, Doug!" exclaimed Jo playfully as we entered the room, "She said that she thinks your cock is enormous. Can you believe that?"

He eyed us both, trying to gauge how far he could go, "Maybe a little too big for a girl like you," he answered, he knew that tonight was going to be a good one.

I just blushed and smiled nervously. I was desperate to know how big he was, I had watched his bulge throughout the evening.

Jo went up to him and put her arms casually around his neck. I felt sick as I saw her lean forward and pause, inviting him to kiss her. He looked at me as he moved the last few inches between them, and kissed my wife.

I just stood there. I knew this was going to happen, but actually seeing it was horrible. They were quickly locked in a passionate embrace. She sat on his lap, her dress riding up her toned thighs. Despite my sinking heart, I could feel the familiar dampness spreading in my panties.

Doug leant back and Jo began to unbutton his shirt, "Don't be a stranger, Terri," he beckoned, and I found myself walking towards him.

I moved to kiss his lips, moist from my wife's, when she pulled his face away from me, "Ah, ah, I'm here to be kissed, she's just for added extras..." she gave him an open mouth kiss, then told him to go and lay on the couch. He wasted no time in complying, shedding his shirt and trousers on the way. Jo pulled his underwear down, revealing his big dick and balls. Easily as big as the plumber's, but cleaner, well groomed.

He lay back, and she got on top of him. His hands freed her big breasts, and they writhed together, groping one another. I looked on and drooled.

Jo pulled away slightly and looked at me, "Come and suck on this big cock, you little slut," I had been mesmerised by it since it been released, and moved quickly over.

Getting in between his legs on my knees, I bent towards it. Jo slid off, sprawled beside him, and withdrew her dildo from her bag. I half watched as she took off her panties and slipped the plastic penis inside her, but was too engrossed in gazing at the magnificent shaft before me. I ran my tongue down its length, hearing Doug moan softly, then used my hands on it as I licked his balls.

"Mmm... Terri, you are evil..." he groaned, "Stop tormenting me!"

I obeyed, and drew it into my mouth, massaging it with my tongue as I bobbed my head with little movements. Jo was going crazy, she was ramming the dildo in and out, "Do it you slut, deep throat his cock!" she growled.

I sunk my head onto him, taking him all in. Again and again I felt his pubes against my nose, then his head by my lips. I looked at his eyes, closed and lost, then at Jo, her face contorted with anger and pleasure. He was close to cumming, I could sense it. So could Jo, she leaned forward and told me to stop. He looked at her with confusion.

"I want your load inside me..." she said, licking his shinning dick, then her eyes lit up, "Let's stick this dildo up Terri's ass!"

He looked at me with a nasty smile, "Oh yes, let's see what she can take."

I looked worried, terrified Jo would let him see my little stick, and scared of their sudden interest in hurting me.

"Lay back on the floor and lift your legs," I did as she ordered. She turned to Doug, "Stretch them wide apart and push them back, so there's plenty of room in her hole."

As my legs were spread to a very painful extent, she moved my panties aside and roughly shoved her slimy tool into my aching ass. I groaned in pain as it was forced in. Then she put my panties back and tied my hands in front of me. I did not know what to do, this was becoming dangerous. She looked down at me with hatred and malice, she was enjoying this, and then she spat on my face. Doug looked a little surprised at this, but the alcohol and momentum of the evening took control.

"Screw me over her face, Doug," she said, getting on her hands and knees over my head, her face over my legs, "I have wanted you to take me for so long."

He moved behind her, his big balls hanging down on my forehead. I watched as his shaft slid smoothly into her soaking pussy. There was nothing else I could see.

"Oh yes, you are big..." she moaned as he began to drive into her, "Lick my pussy, slut."

I did as she said, sticking my tongue out as far as I could, and flicking her clit. This drove her moans into animal noises, and she came, flooding my face. He carried on, controlling himself well. As she began to cum again, so did he. I watched his balls tighten; saw cum seep out of her lips. Then gazed as his dick was pulled out, slowly shrinking.

"Clean me up, slut," she ordered. I obeyed, sucking his cum from her hot pussy. My humiliation was extreme, tasting his stinking seed from my wife.

When I had sucked and licked her clean, she had me do the same for him. He began to get hard again.

Sleeping Arrangements

As soon as she saw him growing in my mouth, Jo said 'why didn't they continue in bed', and he readily agreed. As she left she told me that I would be in the spare room, and was to clean and get breakfast ready early for them. I sat there, my hands now untied, and nodded. She stopped, and looked at me.

"I think it would be appropriate if you called me Mistress, don't you?"

I knew she was right. Either I did something about what was happening, or allowed her to take complete control. I did not have it in me to protest.

"Yes, Mistress," I responded, my eyes on the floor.

"Oh, and keep the dildo in your ass until I tell you otherwise," she left the room.

I did as she had asked and then went to the spare room. I could hear them making love, the walls were thin and I was right next to them.

I got down onto all fours and slowly began to fuck myself with the dildo. I could hear her screaming. I reached under my corset and played with my nipple, it felt good. I began to groan too, I pinched harder, then assaulted the other. I had never felt so electric. Out of nowhere, I came in my panties, but it did not stop. I pulled the dildo out and shoved it down my throat to stifle my screams. As I did, I came and filled my panties more than I ever had before.

Collapsing, I fell asleep listening to the sordid games in the next room. 



Terry's Descent Ch. 05



Early Hours

I woke, cold and aching, on the guest room floor. The sounds of sex were still coming from the master bedroom. I could not help but sob as I felt the uncomfortable dampness of cum in my underwear, and the taste of my own ass in my mouth.

I picked myself off the floor and cleaned up somewhat, my tiny dick twitching as I looked at my slutty demeanour and listened to my wife groaning in lust next door. I looked down at the only thing identifying me as a man, stiff and almost painful in arousal. I tucked it back into my panties, and straightened my clothing out. I was left in the tight black corset, four inch black heels, and lacy thong that had just been rinsed out in the ensuite. I let the restrictive thong press my little bit of manhood flat against my crotch, even hard, it barely noticed.

Jo screamed out Doug's name, begging for more. I heard him groan from cumming once again and felt my body tingle in desire. I wanted to be the one fucked by him. I needed it. I wondered if I could turn him on enough to take me, perhaps if I dressed to arouse him.

With these thoughts in mind I began to make myself into a vision from one of my teenage wet dreams; delving into the store of Halloween clothes in this room. Red fishnets were attached to my corset, thigh high latex boots pulled over them, matching gloves that reached my elbows, collar, and thong. The heels were very high, wearing these I would only be slightly shorter than Jo.

After applying whore-ish makeup, I looked again in the mirror and almost came in lust. I would drop jaws. I could not believe how I looked, and kept posing, running my hands over my body. Those hands soon found their way between my legs, rubbing through the latex panties. I was in ecstasy, moaning and writhing against my hands. So much so that I had not noticed the sounds from the next room were no longer there.

I was close to cumming, my face betraying the intensity of my emotions, enough to make Jo, who had been watching from the door, stop me in my tracks.

"Stop, right there, slut!" she snapped. I jumped and span round, seeing her standing in the doorway looking very well fucked, and wearing only a robe.

"J-J..." I stammered, then remembered what I was to call her from now on, "M-Mistress! Sorry Mistress!"

She closed the door behind her and stalked into the room, "Get on your knees, bitch," she commanded as I obeyed in fear, looking up at her and shaking. My arousal not dying as she oozed power and sexuality, walking around me and examining my attire, "You are never to touch my pathetic little cock again, unless I tell you. Do you understand?"

I could not believe what I had just heard and looked up at her with tears in my eyes, "Y-yes, Mistress," I stuttered, feeling a straining in my panties as my body cried out to cum, I could not help but whimper, "But how will I ever cum?"

"Do you honestly think I care if you cum again?" she answered, incredulously, she could see my arousal. Her anger was slowly replaced with malice, and I remembered her spit on my face. I was breathing heavily, feeling the frustration of arousal and denial, she loved it.

"You are no longer a man, bitch, you dressed like this for a reason, I will make it permanent. The only place you are allowed to touch in this," she pushed her fingers into my panties and scratched my ass cheeks, "This is now your pussy, do you understand?"

I felt tears trickle down my cheek as I nodded, "Yes, Mistress, I understand," I heard myself say, wondering how I would ever experience satisfaction again and feeling a dampness in my latex underwear as precum accumulated.

"And that worm in your panties is your clit, but you must never touch it," she said as I sobbed an acknowledgement.

I heard her groan softly in her own arousal as she commanded and I obeyed. I could not help but make a sound of frustrated desire myself, wanting to cum so much.

Suddenly she went thoughtful, "I will give you a chance to cum before I leave you tonight," she said, almost to herself, as she looked down at me, then left the room. I looked at the closed door in front of me, still on my knees. I caught another glimpse of myself in the mirror and knew I had to cum, wondering if Jo meant that I could touch myself or if I should wait.

My New Boyfriend

She returned, and I was glad I had not taken a chance as she was very quick. She had a package that she was unwrapping as she walked. My eyes grew very wide as I saw what she had, a huge dildo, far thicker than anything I had had in me.

She watched me, enjoying the sight of so many emotions flashing over my features, "What do you think of your new boyfriend..?" she asked as she took it from the packaging and held it out.

I think she saw a trickle of my juices escape from my underwear and down my thigh a little way, I was not aware of it, my whole world was taken over by this monster, "Oh god, Mistress..." I stammered, "It's so big, it's too big for my... my pussy..."

Jo visibly enjoyed my fear and lust, and my calling my asshole a pussy; that was when she took the rest of the items from the packaging, one of which was a large suction cup which she fitted to the base of the cock. Then she held it out to me, "Spit on it," I obeyed, "Now lick it, get your spit all over it."

I did as commanded, spreading the now cold spit all over the very foul tasting rubber. She then took it to the ensuite bathroom, ramming it down hard, right in the middle of the tiled floor. It stood right up lewdly, wobbling from her touch. My eyes were glued to it as I watched from my position on the bedroom floor. She then set up her little video camera to point straight at it and looked at me with a smile.

"You still want to cum?" she said, and I looked at her in slow realisation as she pointed at the phallus, "Well?"

My eyes dropped back to the realistic looking and moving cock, I could not believe the situation I was in. I licked my lips, my gaze fixed on it, barely aware of the camera. I needed to cum, but not like this, not as a performance of humiliation for her.

She saw my confusion and walked over to me, she whispered gently in my ear, "If you don't reply when I ask a question, then you will receive punishments suitable for each error," her words hung in the air as I looked up at her in fear, remembering her punishments so far. I nodded understanding immediately, my compliance turning me on even more. I let out a little whimper of desire as I looked up at her divine body.

"Play with your nipples, bitch..." she said, standing up and moving her hand to her crotch and rubbing her clit as she watched me obey.

I looked up at her pussy as she revealed it, my mouth watering, my fingers teasing my nipples though the corset material. I let out a little groan and noticed that my hips were moving subconsciously. My body was tingling, everything felt so intense as I listened to her sounds of pleasure.

She looked down at me, clearly loving the control over me, my arousal making her even wetter. She suddenly came and floods of her juices poured over her hand. As she came down from the pleasure, she looked at me with half closed eyes, "Still don't want to cum..?"

I understood what she was doing, and looked back at the cock, "I... I do want to cum, Mistress," I breathed, still pinching my nipples. I knew I was going to perform for her.

"Then get over there and get it nice and wet for your filthy hole" she said, pushing down on my shoulders as I went to stand, making me crawl across. She followed me in, pleased that the camera was picking up me crawling to the cock. She closed the door behind us, wanting to keep any noise from waking Doug.

None of her actions were even noticed by me, there was one thing that occupied my existence, and it stood, enormous, in front of me.

Still on all fours, I leant down low and paused fractions of an inch from the base of the cock. I felt like this had tremendous significance, my mind was begging me to stop. I opened my mouth and licked it from bottom to top in one movement, unable to hold back a groan of debased desire as I did so. It was a release of pure arousal. Jo moved her hand back to her pussy as she sat down out of camera shot, spreading her legs.

Moving my head above the shaft, I opened my painted lips and took it into my mouth, loving the sensation of its harsh intrusion. The head stretching my mouth wide. I moved right over it, bobbing up and down, my body displayed entirely for my wife's view. It made me gag as I felt it touch my throat, but I did not care. The drool dribbling out and down over the plastic.

My body was aching with desperation, and I looked to see if the cock was wet enough. My drool had coated it. I glanced at my wife pleadingly, forgetting it was her idea that this happened, and just wanting to be impaled now. She nodded as she pushed her fingers inside herself. I stood, pulling my thong down in one smooth movement, then tottered on the high heels over it, lowering myself to squat over it. My tiny dick, I mean clit, twitched and dripped with precum as I spread my ass cheeks and sunk closer to the big head.

It touched my pussy lips and shocked me despite myself. It was cold and insisting. My eyes snapped wide as it pried those lips apart a little. I looked ahead in the surprise and saw that Jo had set the cock up right in front of the full length mirror. I got a good look at the scene being videoed and my mouth dropped open, as what could only be a stunning, shemale whore, prepared to impale herself on a giant cock. Her sexy legs were bent, showing off their shape and the shiny latex boots. Her little tits were proudly displayed by the corset, and her beautiful pale skin glistened with sweat.

I watched as she pursed her lips in pain from her pussy being stretched wider than it had ever been before. Watch as she slowly let the weight of her slim body carry her down the length of the shaft, wincing and moaning in turn.

"Oh god, oh god , oh fuck..." I breathed as I felt my body being shaped anew, saw the thick phallus disappearing impossibly inside me, felt it pressing everything aside and taking over my being. My clit was throbbing, painfully. Jo was rubbing herself madly in lust, not believing how I was responding to this.

Slowly I managed to reach the base of this giant, my pert buttocks resting on the floor. I balanced myself on my gloved right hand, and gulped at the air, my eyes wide and wild as I looked at the mirror, knowing what I had done, and what I had to do now. I braced myself and pushed up with my legs, sliding excruciatingly up the shaft I had just descended, "Oh god, Mistress, it hurts..." I sobbed as I scrunched my eyes tight shut, feeling myself eventually reach the ridge of the cock head. I panted again, pausing before I let my body slip back once more.

This time it slid easily through me, having forged a path that would never return to its original state. I moved down quicker, getting a very slight sense of pleasure. The pain still making my clit drip though.

Up I pushed myself, gasping, my eyes still tight shut. As I reached the top, I knew this time I wanted to go back down, it was an addiction, I had to have it in me. I relaxed my legs, letting my body slip down quicker and screamed in pain and pleasure, throwing my head back as I reached the bottom and forced my body up quickly, wanting more.

My eyes snapped open again, seeing my reflection acting in the most debased way possible. My mouth was open in a silent moan of utter ecstasy as I plunged down and up this rod. I began to find a rhythm, groaning ever louder as I fucked myself for my wife's pleasure. I wanted to touch my clit, but knew that was well off limits, so went back to playing with my nipples through the corset, pinching at them as hard as the material allowed.

I grunted and groaned as I built up speed on this cock, my little clit bouncing up and down with each movement. I was lost to the world, I did not even know my wife existed. There was just me, the cock, and the mirror. I found myself letting my body drop down this dick with more and more force, cursing my body for being so light, I could not get the fucking I needed. My face was a grimace of effort and frustration as I rammed myself down again and again.

Then, suddenly, I began to cum, sending me into waves of bliss as I moaned and closed my eyes. Leaning back and supporting myself on my arms, I pushed down, finding that the cock was reaching new spots and new pleasure as my juices flowed out of me - over my fishnets, over my boots, down the rod and onto the floor. My movements dragging some into me from the dildo itself. The climax did not stop, I was bending my body and arching my back, feeling the cock stretch me in new directions, and just whining with bliss.

Jo was biting her hand to stop herself from screaming in her own climaxes. She watched as I came over and over, letting the monster dildo own me. Slowly I came down from the heights of bliss, settling back into a squat, exhausted. She pulled herself back together long before I did, straightening her clothes and shutting off the camera. She stepped back into the bedroom, leaving me to recover.

I opened my eyes and saw the mess I was. It made my clit twitch again. I straightened my back a little as Jo walked back in, I looked up at her in humiliation and worry. She had something new in her hands.

"It's amazing they make these this small," she said more to herself than to me, then snapped the plastic onto my clit. Locking it.

My eyes were wide again as I saw a strong plastic device that effectively removed my clit from any manipulation. It was painful and cruel. It flattened and pushed it back. Not that there was much to flatten. It was shaped in such a way that it would even appear to be a camel toe in panties. I was also going to have to sit down to piss, there was no way I could direct it.

"Perfect," she said as she stood up, "You won't be cumming for a while, bitch. Your pussy is your only means of release."

"Yes, Mistress," I responded, my eyes still on my clit, barely noticeable now, out of my line of sight as it was tucked backwards.

"Clean up," she commanded as she turned and left. There was no mistaking the smile playing at the corners of her mouth.