We are very open about our fantasies and one of mine is about her forcing me to be a tongue slave to another woman, a woman I don’t fancy but who I am forced by Helen to serve. When I am tied to our bed and Helen is using me for pleasure, she often tells me she will force me to serve some celebrity woman or other, which I love. I thought that this would be as far as it would go but she really proved me wrong. She really did want to make a big breast video with a celebrity with big boobs.

Helen works for a large company which has a German parent company. She told me she was inviting a new boss over for drinks, Irene, one of the German bosses who was going to be working in the UK for three years. I only met her briefly, as I had to work late that evening. Irene was about five foot ten, large build, around forty years old, with long blonde hair — not really my type.

Anyway, a few evenings later when Helen had me tied up and was teasing me mercilessly, she informed me Irene was divorced and had not had a man for over 12 months. She wanted me to provide tongue services and be a slave for Irene, and would I obey? She also wanted to make a sex video.

I started to ask, ‘Will you be..?’

And she said, ‘Very bossy, a real bitch and I will love it.’

It was agreed. Apparently Irene was very keen and that Friday evening she would come home with Helen following drinks after work. At seven o’clock I received a terse phone call from Helen saying, ‘Slave, Mistress Irene and I will be there at half-past seven. Get things ready. That’s an order!’ She then hung up.

When they arrived I was in the kitchen preparing dinner and Helen came in. The video camera was already running. She was wearing a short-skirted business suit with stockings and high-heeled sandals. She immediately walked up to me and gave me a slap across the face. ‘On the floor on your back!’ I obeyed and she placed the stiletto heel of her right foot on my nipple and slowly dug it in. She smirked. ‘If you fail to. obey tonight, I will spend a whole evening tormenting you like this. My heel will also be working on your balls. You have been warned.’ I love it when she is this mean, and agreed to obey.

I served dinner and saw that Irene was wearing a knee-length skirt suit, neutral-coloured high shine tights and expensive black stiletto shoes. As they ate, Helen had me kneel at her feet, much to Irene’s amusement. Then Helen said, The mistress is showing you her foot and you are not reacting. Get to it! And you will pay for your insolence later.’

Irene had one of her stilettoes dangling from her foot and I crawled under the table and gently removed the shoe. I then started to kiss the sole of her nylon-covered foot.

The foot had been trapped in the stiletto shoe and nylon all day and had a strong, musky aroma to it. As I showered kisses to the sole and toes Mistress Irene said, This is lovely, Helen,’ and gave out a little giggle of pleasure before adding, ‘they may be a bit sweaty. I hope he doesn’t mind.’

Helen replied, ‘Who cares? He is a slave and will do as he is told. Besides, it’s more of a test for him.’ They both laughed at that one. Helen was not going to let me off lightly and ordered, ‘Slave, Mistress’ foot needs freshening up; use your tongue now.’

I wanted her to be tough on me and I extended my tongue and slowly licked the sole from heel to toes. Irene let out a moan of pure pleasure and said, ‘A few more min¬utes of this and I will be good and ready.’

After about five minutes of me licking her feet, Irene went upstairs for a shower. Shortly after, Helen took me to the spare bedroom where she ordered me to my knees and led me into the room. ‘Slave, I expect you to be totally pleasing to my guest,’ she said. ‘If you fail me I will make you suffer for it.’

Irene was lying on the bed with just a towel covering her. Helen left, saying, ‘Have fun — and remember, he is a slave and will do as he is told.’

Irene ordered me to kiss her thighs, and I used my tongue on the inner thigh. After only about a minute of that, Irene pulled my head up to her soaking sex and ordered me to worship it. Gently at first, I kissed and licked the outer lips, before probing deeper, When I found her clit she arched her back and had her first orgasm, clamping my head with her strong thighs and crying out, ‘Oh my God, I needed that.’ She held me in her vice-like grip for a minute or two then, relaxing, said, ‘Right, slave, you may start at my feet. I enjoyed that earlier.’

I was made to kiss and lick her bare feet and Irene was well and truly enjoying being in charge, ordering, ‘Lick between my toes, suck my big toe. Suck harder!’

Irene was loving it and directed me to kiss up her legs slowly until I reached her sex. Once I reached my goal I had to lick for what seemed like ages. My jaw was aching, my tongue was aching, but I had to con¬tinue, all the time being directed by Irene. It was heaven and hell all in one and I really felt like a slave. Just when I thought I could go on no longer, Irene reached orgasm for the second time and ground herself against my abused face.

After a few minutes I was dismissed. Helen was waiting for me and mocked me deliciously for being a grovelling sex slave before amusing herself by making me have a cold shower. By now it was about half-past nine and as I was cleaning up the bath¬room my mobile phone rang. It was Helen. She tersely ordered, ‘Get down here and get two coffees — white, no sugar.’

I served them coffee on my knees, and Helen asked Irene if I had been pleasing, She replied to my delight that I had, and that I was skilled with my tongue. Helen then asked if I could have done anything better and Irene said. ‘He was a bit hesitant to lick between my toes.’

I had been set up, I knew it, but a slave has to put up with his lot.

Helen said, ‘So you weren’t totally pleas¬ing, were you, slave? And you know what that means, don’t you? Punishment! Fetch the riding stick.’

I returned a short time later and pre¬sented Helen with the stick. Irene loved it as Helen sentenced me to ten lashes. She gave me five good and hard to my bare bottom.

Helen asked Irene if she would like to help, as it was her I had failed to please. Irene enthusiastically agreed and gave me five more hard lashes.

I then had to thank them by kissing their feet. I thought my ordeal was over but Helen gloatingly reminded me about failing to kiss Irene’s feet earlier and they both gave me another three hard lashes, again followed by me kissing their feet.

That night in bed I was made to use my aching tongue on Helen’s bottom and sex as she rode my face for pleasure, ignoring my discomfort just like I love her to do.

I was informed that I had to rise at half-past six and clean Mistress Irene’s car and polish her shoes before breakfast, I really enjoyed cleaning her Mercedes inside and out, and spent a whole hour on her beautiful stilettoes, occasionally holding one over my nose as I polished the other to enjoy their sweaty aroma.

After breakfast Irene was about to leave and thanked Helen for everything. She loved the fact that I had been made to polish her shoes and clean her car. Just as she went to get up she almost shyly asked Helen if she could make me lick her feet one last time. Helen laughed and said she was going shopping and to take as long as she liked.

After Helen left Irene had a deliciously cruel smile on her face and had me kiss her stilettoes. Then, as I gently removed them, Irene told me she loved having a man be her slave. She wafted a nylon-coved foot close to my face and gleefully ordered, ‘Slave, feet!’

I kissed and licked the soles for about half an hour, obediently obeying her orders before she finished herself off by making me lick her to orgasm through her tights.

I have served Irene several times since, and love being made to do it by my beautiful and demanding wife.

Not only was he witnessing the miracle of life as they welcomed their second trimester, but his love and attraction to I his wife Kelly had expanded along with] her belly.

She’d always been the most beautiful woman to him with smooth peaches! and cream skin, long midnight black hair and a full figure perfect for a painting. Her D-cup breasts had doubled since becoming pregnant and it drove | him crazy just to think about them.

Pregnancy had transformed her, I physically and emotionally. She was like! an earth goddess, confidently going! through her day knowing she had the I awesome purpose of creating life within. I Her skin glowed. She was less stressed I and her sexual appetite surpassed her! need for chocolate chip cookies at four in the morning. It was for one of those reasons she’d roused him. He reached over and switched on the bedside lamp. Two very pronounced wet circles on her chest told him he would be the one having a snack.

Kelly had started lactating after the first month, due in part to him always sucking on her beautiful breasts. John reached out and touched them reverently.

‘I just couldn’t sleep any more. They are so full it’s painful.’ Kelly’s voice was low and sexy. She loved having him suckle her. She’d awakened him for the ache in her pussy as well. He reached under her night shirt and dipped one finger into her pussy. She was hot and wet.

She moaned and pulled the nightshirt over her head and tossed it on the ground. John pulled off his pyjama bottoms. His cock sprang free, already excited, and slick with pre-come.
He stared at her breasts, admiring their beauty. The aureoles were big and bubble gum pink with large nipples and white skin stretched taut with creamy milk. Kelly took John in her arms as she would a baby. She stroked his dark head and cooed as he nestled into her chest.

But her soft coos quickly turned to soft moans as he took one entire aureloe into his mouth. He felt her warm breath on his face and couldn’t resist capturing her full lips in a long, wet kiss. She latched on to his tongue, sucking on him while she played with her pussy. He liked playing with her, sampling the rest of the breast before finally latching on to the nipple and coaxing the sweet mother’s nectar from her body. He bit gently into the aureole. She was so full the milk squirted into his mouth all the way to the back of his throat.

Kelly groaned loudly. ‘Oh, baby, suck me, please! I feel like I’m about to explode!’
John felt the same way. His cock was rock hard and screaming for its own release. Heeding its cries, Kelly grabbed the tip and ran her thumb over the head. John groaned and sank his teeth into her nipple. She yelped. He ran his tongue across it before locking his lips around it and sucking fuiiously. The milk flowed freely into his mouth. Kelly let out a litany of sighs as the pressure in her breast slowly eased. But as it did, the ache in her pussy intensified.

As John suckled, he felt completely alive. He loved their ritual of fucking and feeding. It was heavenly and divinely pleasurable. After he’d emptied the breast, he rubbed his nose against it, inhaling Kelly’s scent. He fought a battle between his need to wrap her in his arms and his burning desire to tear open her legs and shove his cock into her.

But he had to be gentle. He couldn’t ravage her like he used to. Their precious baby was growing inside her. Just being able to touch her felt sacred. He moved to feast at the other breast but Kelly lifted the succulent mound to her own mouth. Her breasts were so big that she had no trouble nursing herself and she often did, just to drive him crazy. John watched and stroked his cock as she ran the pointed tip of her tongue over the nipple. Then her mouth closed over it.

‘Doesn’t that taste like heaven?’ he asked. She groaned and made slurping noises. She smiled at John.
‘I bet you want some of this.’ She grabbed the breast with both hands and squeezed, sending a little torrent of milk over her stomach. John knelt beside her and started licking the milk from her bulging tummy. His tongue glided over her skin. He felt the baby moving against his mouth. Did he know what was going on? he wondered. Their doctor had assured him that as long as he kept Kelly healthy and happy their baby would be fine Making love made her happy. Watching him chase milk down her stomach and pussy as she squirted it made her happy. And as long as Kelly was happy, he was happy.

He settled between her spread thighs. Her aroma was strong and intoxicating. He nuzzled it as he had her breasts. His cock squirted a little. To keep himself from coming, he moved back up and cupped his palm under Kelly’s breast. She filled it with breast milk.

Carefully he carried it and poured it between her legs, mixing the milk from her breast with the milk from her pussy. Now he was ready to eat. He ran his tongue along each lip, truly enjoying the heady concoction of her juices. His tongue dipped into her before gliding up to her clit which he suckled like a third nipple.

‘Oh, baby now!’ Kelly cried when she couldn’t stand the sweet torment any longer. John stretched out on his back and she straddled him. She loved to ride him while he sucked her breasts. Her hips danced as they quickly lost control. John’s cock exploded inside her at the same time he squeezed both breasts and was rewarded with a face full of milk. Kelly flopped down on top of him and, finally, they both fell into a peaceful sleep.

Inspired by their night of passion, John asked Kelly to sit for a body sculpture the next morning. It was a great way to document each stage of the pregnancy and he wanted another reason to get his hands on her. He’d already gone through miles of film, taking pictures highlighting her rapidly changing body for him to jerk off to. Kelly agreed. She loved the power she had over him.

‘I’ve never felt so sexy,’ she said. As she sat in John’s basement studio, all beautiful and naked, he felt like the luckiest man in the world. His cock stood out from his body, as hard as the plaster would be soon if he just stood there staring at her. He would have to wait so long before he could bury it in the wet, black forest between her heavy thighs.

‘You’re certainly giving me lessons in self-control,’ he told her.
‘You know you like it,’ she teased.
He walked over to her and started spreading an all-natural lube on her chest and belly. She moaned as his hands caressed her taut, succulent fits. He loved their extra weight and wedging his cock between them and feeling his hardness slide against her skin.
His fingers moved slowly over her nipples, turning them into slick peaks of pleasure.
‘Oh, God, maybe we should just continue this, it feels so good,’ Kelly said.
She started squirming in her chair. John’s hands moved down to her rounded stomach. As he caressed it, he thought about the life growing inside her. The female body was so amazing, able to give life. He was in awe of his wife. He saw her body as a majestic temple and he was privileged to worship at the altar of her cunt. He knew some men might have found him a bit too sentimental but any man who’d experienced this miracle with someone they loved would at least understand.

His hands slipped lower, between her legs, and he massaged her rock-hard clit.
‘Oh, yes, baby, do it faster,’ Kelly pleaded.
‘Any faster and you’ll come,’ he pointed out.
She opened her soft blue eyes and smiled at him. ‘Is that such a bad thing?’
It was a very good thing but he wanted them both to reach the brink of insanity before they gave in to sweet release. Still, he had to feel her tits against his hard cock, if only for a few minutes.
‘Push your breasts together,’ he instructed.
She grabbed her massive mounds and pushed them to the centre of her chest. He bent down over her and pushed his cock between them.

‘Holy mother!’ he cried out.
Kelly laughed and squeezed them tighter, forcing him to work extra hard to slide his cock against her skin. Her milk seeped out on to his cock. He used his fingers to spread it along his length. It felt so sticky and good. His head flew back as his body moved faster. He was flying, lost in his own world, when suddenly he felt her flesh fall away from him. He looked down at her in surprise, quickly remembering where he was.

‘If I don’t get to come, neither do you,’ Kelly said in mock petulance. John was glad she’d stopped him. He wasn’t quite ready to give up their little game. He willed his body to behave as he started laying strips of wet plaster of Paris across her chest and stomach. While they waited for the plaster to harden like his cock, John decided to have a little more fun.

He opened Kelly’s legs a little wider and started playing with her clit. ‘Are you going to give me another early morning wake-up call tonight?’ he asked.

Kelly smiled. ‘Perhaps, but I may just be in the mood for chocolate.’
John grinned. ‘You’ve gotta have a little milk with cookies.’ He slipped one finger into her.
‘Careful, baby,’ she warned. ‘You don’t want my big arse shaking until this thing has had a chance to dry.’
He smiled. Then you’d better control yourself.’
She gasped but he could see she welcomed the challenge.

He played with her, sticking his thumb up her behind while his fingers teased her clit. She lifted her arse slightly up off the recliner. He saw fear in her eyes as she looked down at her cast, making sure it was okay.

‘Don’t worry, baby, if it cracks we’ll just have to do it again,’ he said. His thumb slipped further into her arse as his index slipped into her wet pussy. He rubbed the thin piece of flesh separating the two between his fingers.

Kelly growled like a beautiful female tiger. ‘Oh, please, stop it! I can’t take it any more!’
He pulled his fingers out of her and gave her a chance to calm down while he checked the cast. It had hardened enough for him to carefully remove it. He held it’up for her to admire.

‘Oh, John, it’s beautiful,’ she said tearfully.
He carried it over to his work bench. Kelly was a gifted painter and he knew she would decorate it beautifully. But right then he wanted to decorate her body with his come. He walked back over to her and poured another huge dollop of lube on to her chest. Slowly, he massaged it into her breasts and stomach.

Then he grabbed his cock and rubbed the tip of it between her pussy lips, coating it in her juices. Her pussy looked like a big, black wet rose and he was the fat caterpillar, feasting on her nectar.
He left a sticky trail as he glided his cock up to her belly. He rubbed his cock against it. That feels so good,’ he growled.

His cock moved up to her breasts and circled her nipples. Then it slithered up her neck and chin and into her mouth. She sighed and accepted it gratefully.

Kelly was good at many things and high on the list was giving head. As he fucked her mouth they gazed into each other’s eyes. She had this amazing look on her face, as though she really didn’t care what anyone thought, she so enjoyed having his cock in her mouth.

‘Now I get to suck you and enjoy your milk,’ Kelly said as she took all of him into her mouth. When he slipped out she latched on to his balls. She bit into them gently.

Take a bigger bite, darling. I want to see your teeth marks when we’re done.’
She obliged, sinking her pearly whites deep into his skin. He was ready to come but her finger burrowing up his arse provided new sensations he just had to experience. She teased him unmercifully, like he’d done her, until he couldn’t take it any more.

‘I need to be inside you now!’ he hissed.
She released him and he slid down her body. She placed her fingers between her legs and spread her pussy open. He slid into her. She screamed for a second and he thought he’d hurt her.

‘I’m okay, it just felt so good having you fill me like that,’ she assured him when she noticed his concerned look. She started to move beneath him, urging him to go on.

John balanced himself on the arms of the recliner so as not to put any pressure on her belly. But her pussy was another story. He was learning how to fuck her with a controlled hardness that would give them both maximum pleasure with minimum risks. At first, he’d thought not being able to plough into her like a wild animal would decrease the pleasure but disciplining his body had allowed him to enjoy every aspect of his cock interacting with her pussy.

Her muscles tightened around him and John pumped a little harder as he watched her heavy breasts danced on her chest in perfect rhythm to their thrusting. He couldn’t resist them and bent down to try and latch on to an elusive dancing nipple. Finally he was able to capture one and suckled greedily. He felt connected to the three most important parts of her: her heart, their baby and her glorious pussy. He finally exploded inside her. She grabbed his arms as her body convulsed and as he watched her in the throes of ecstasy, John knew patience had its own rewards.

Pubs and clubs across Tyne and Wear are buzzing about the identity of the babe who has been seen pleasuring herself, administering expert oral sex to her fella and bending over the bonnet to enjoy a howling climax.

Her exploits in and on the 10-year-old banger have made this 30-some-thing banger the star of the most watched phone clip of all time in the North East!

The footage begins with the babe coyly pulling down her top to bare her breasts for this big breast video. Her lover then persuades her to show her panties and soon she begins playing with herself. The film then cuts to her in the back seat frotting herself furiously and crying out in delight as she has her first orgasm.

In a broad Tyneside accent — our office Geordie reckons it’s a Gateshead lilt — she tells her man: “Reet, come here then, pet, and let me get a taste of that lovely cock!”
He can’t really refuse and before long she’s sucking away on his unit, occasionally stopping to ask him how she’s doing. From his groans she’s clearly doing very well! He manages to stave off orgasm until she bends over the bonnet of the car and he rams into her enthu¬siastically until they both appear to climax together. The final scene is of her using her panties to clean herself up and exclaiming: “Christ! How much did you give me there, pet! It’s still coming out!”