Alana has a collection of dildos and she has named each one and I guessed that my task was going to be to identify each one correctly. The one I’d just had in my mouth was small, almost cigar sized, and so I said, “That was Mr. Rectum.”
Alana snorted and said, “Lucky guess.”
For the next half-hour Alana pushed her entire collection of fake cocks in my mouth and I correctly identified them all. She had even run in a small summer sausage, a carrot and a cucumber on me and I had nailed them all.
Then Alana said, “This next one you do not know. I just bought it a specialty shop and it was hideously expensive because of its unique features. It has the texture of real skin and it has a small sack that can be filled with warm milk that I can have the cock shoot into you by squeezing a bulb. You should know me well enough to know the name I have given it,” and then it was pushed at my lips. I opened my mouth and took it in and was surprised to find that it did indeed have the texture of real skin, but what got my immediate attention was the size – it was huge! It stretched the corners of my mouth and Alana said, “My lover is now going to fuck your face until he shoots his cum into your mouth. You will swallow all of it and then if you can name him your prize will be my body.”
She began to saw the dildo back and forth in my mouth, going in deeper with every stroke, and all the time crooning, “Suck it slave, suck that big, beautiful cock, suck it.”
I thought that Alana was getting a little too carried away with things, but I couldn’t say anything because my mouth was full. My arms and legs were tied to the chair so I couldn’t push her away from me or move away from her. Suddenly Alana said, “My lover is going to cum now. Be a good slave and swallow it all.” A stream of warm fluid hit the back of my throat and my first thought was that doesn’t taste like any warm milk I ever had before and then I was swallowing and gagging as I tried hard to swallow all of the fluid.
“Can you name my lover slave?” and she pulled the object from my mouth.
There was a possibility, albeit a small one, that I would be wrong, but I was sure that I was right.
“Your lover’s name is Tim.”
“Very good slave” Alana said as she moved behind me and took off the blindfold.
I blinked my eyes a few times and then threw up all over myself. Standing in front of me, with drops of cum still hanging from his cock, was Tim. He looked down at me and sneered, “What does it feel like to have a real man’s dick in your mouth.” Standing ten feet behind him was Todd holding a video camera. I had just been videotaped sucking another man’s cock! Alana was wiping my face and trying to clean up the mess I’d just made when I had the sudden realization that another man’s cum had just gone down my throat and I threw up again.
Alana said, “You guys go on into the bedroom, I’ll be there in a minute.” She stuffed a clean rag in my mouth and said, “I’m sorry baby, but I’ve got to have that huge cock. I love you and I hope you love me enough to forgive me for what I just did to you, but I crave that monster cock between my legs. He is an arrogant, insufferable bastard, but he also has that monster cock. As long as you let him fuck me he won’t show that tape to anyone. I really, really do love you baby and I’m sorry for this, but now I know how a cocaine addict feels when he cant get his fix and I’ve got to have Tim baby, I’ve just got to have him. I know you’re mad now so I’m not going to untie you until they are gone, but please remember that you are the only man I love,” and then she left me and walked into the bedroom.
I sat in that chair, in the stinking mess I’d made, and listened to the noises coming from the bedroom. When Tim and Todd left Tim looked at me and said, “You ain’t that bad a cocksucker. The next time I come over I’ll let you get me ready for your wife,” and then he gave me his sneering smile as he walked out of the house.
Five minutes later Alana came out of the bedroom and began to untie me. “I love you baby, honest to God I do and I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” but as soon as she had me untied I shoved her away from me.
“Get out of my sight you worthless whore before I kill you” and I left the house and I haven’t been back.
In the three weeks since Alana, Tim and Todd pulled their little stunt I’ve not spoken to her – not once – not even to take her phone calls. Other than a divorce I don’t have a clue as to what I’m going to do next to get even with the three of them, but as I look out my office window I know it won’t be murder. At least not yet!