After what John allowed Jeff to do to me, our relationship briefly went into decline as I tried to understand why John had allowed it.

The realisation of what he had done affected John in such a way that  he fussed around me which to be honest, I liked as he pulled out all the stops to correct what he thought was his misdemeanor, ok, I wasn't expecting Jeff as you probably guessed and how he used me so roughly so that really was a wake up call, it would appear John had a dark side which I was being inexplicably drawn into.

What neither of them knew was that I actually enjoyed most of what happened, the total domination he had over me as he bred his slut was the lure that I couldn't resist.

Would I do it again? In a heartbeat!

 There and then, there it was, I was a submissive cock hungry slut, a trait that wouldn't go unnoticed and taken advantage of over time.

In the meantime I just enjoyed John's attempts to make it up to me, by Christmas night we'd be fully made up but just for those 2 weeks I really enjoyed being the focus of his attention, it was like he was courting me all over.

We didn't have penetrative sex until that Christmas night, mostly down to the fucking I recieved from Jeff, my sphincter couldn't physically take another fucking just then. Finally I'd succumb to his charms, until then I just enjoyed that softness, charm and fuss he gave me.

John did buy me a few clothes in an attempt to placate me although I think they were mainly for his  benefit!.

The one item he did buy that caught my eye  was an amazingly expensive baby doll, no guesses why he bought that! It was 

black, virtually see through, the panties with tie sides which were so ridiculously small even I would have problems keeping my cock tucked into them, yes John's passion for such things would reap rewards very soon.

The run up to Christmas was my best ever, there was nothing John wouldn't do for me and I mean NOTHING!

Christmas day I was asked to wear  one of his ex wife's dresses. I chose the black off the shoulder gypsy dress with the short hem with black stockings and suspenders and the flimsiest panties as I knew he'd not take care to quickly remove them.

From  past experiences I knew he  liked me wearing that particular dress. The telltale stains and stiffness of some of the material revealed it had seen a lot of use, mainly by myself but I often wondered who else, if only the dress could talk.

I had no issues wearing that for him, I just had a feeling something spectacular was going to happen today.  we did what normal  couples do on Christmas Day. The turkey, Christmas cake, not forgetting the wine, then the queen's speech followed by some cuddling on the sofa watching the Christmas film.

All seemed normal until he placed my hand on to his crotch, then the courtship began, John still had a lot of making up to do and he wouldn't disappoint.

John tried not to be pushy, desperately trying to seem disinterested in an effort to punish me and make me beg him to fuck me again.

Those fallow 20 days with just the odd wank by me as he trained up my nipples for something special was in a way frustrating but also welcome as I needed to recover from Jeff.

Oddly, he really didn't take advantage of me in that state but now it was about to pay off for the pair of us.

John had taught me well how to tease and please a man as my finger ran the length of something quite solid hidden in plain sight, the outline certainly had my attention, any thoughts of what Jeff did to me vanished as I now started in some desperation to get fucked by my lover, it was now a question of who was the more desperate between us? 

I hated myself for thinking this but it was me!, what was I becoming? this wasn't just some casual affair, I was actually turning into some sort of sex hungry nymphomaniac.

At this age my need for sex would outstrip supply, John had already recognized this in me and something he'd successfully address in the coming days when I'd shockingly discover I really was a cheap slut whose only worth was to be fucked by whoever and whenever.

In the meantime John started the build up process for New year's Eve  to what would be the the most intense fucking session to date.

He played with my nipples through the material causing them to instantly harden, my cock responding in a similar fashion, he was soft and sensitive as his fingers explored my covered nipples until the temptation became unbearable and he pulled the top down just below them as my tiny tits with their hard pointy nipples jutted tantalisingly in John's direction.

I wasn't sure where this was actually going , if I was to be fucked he'd have started by now, no, he just playfully pulled and twisted my nipples, the upshot was my body was now screaming from within for some sort of release but John just teased my nipples until he played his cards which were totally unexpected as he stripped and got on the sofa on top of me and did something we rarely did, he started to softly kiss me, nothing heavy or urgent, just soft loving kisses, yes John was going all out to make up for what happened with Jeff but I'd be wrong, he was just getting me ready for his next move as we broke away from each other and he moved up my body, his cock brought to within inches of my now wet lips.

His state of excitement was clearly obvious as a long string of pre cum hung from that massive cock of his, twitching in rhythm with his heartbeat ever so slightly, ‘ well what are you waiting for bitch, suck it, suck it dry’ AHH there was the John I knew and loved!

I moved in and used all the expertise I'd learnt from him and Jeff as my lips wrapped around the slimy wet tip, looking up at his face I watched every facial expression as he closed his eyes as I went to work on my lover, he didn't last long though, why I'm not sure, was I really a good cock sucker?

His excitement grew and grew until the inevitable thrusts into my mouth, some so deep into my throat I choked but he carried on, I waited for the inevitable as his breathing gave him away that he was about to cum, I readied myself for the influx of John's warm sperm to be shot into my hungry mouth, this was it, I was ready but at the last moment he pulled out leaving me both frustrated and confused as I got to watch at very close quarters John's cock exploding firstly into my face then he aimed over my beautiful dress and covered it in his warm fresh sperm, his outburst was a little off putting as he called me a dirty whore as I got covered in jets of sperm, a large mass hung to my face before it inevitably dripped down onto my chin then hung from it, I must of looked a real mess.

I always wondered if he was seeing his ex in the dress or me, he never mentioned it as the last remnants of sperm left his body and over mine.

The effects were almost instantaneous as the warmth of his sperm soaked through the material and onto  my skin.

He offered me his now softening cock which I ravenously accepted , no sperm would be wasted here as I sucked and teased his now limp cock with my tongue, exploring his still sensitive glans as the last dribbles of sperm oozed from his cock.

John stood up and admired his handiwork as his sperm, splattered randomly  over the dress, disappeared through it and onto me.

‘Stay there, I'll be right back’

From the bedroom I could hear him opening draws looking for something, still naked he came back holding a dildo, his ex wife's as it turned out, smooth , around 6 inches long and not in the least frightening, however at the time I didn't know what he was about to do as he roughly pulled my knickers off me, ripping them in the process in his urgency to get access to my now hard wet cock then just casually sat next to me.

‘ do you trust me’ well what could I say other than yes, ‘ ok, I need you to put your hands by your side and keep them there, no matter what’

Intrigued, I did as I was told, John was about to inflict that dildo on me in a way I'd not even imagined as the hem of my dress was pulled up to reveal my solid cock again, totally unaware what John was about to do to it, then It began, an experience so intense I begged for it over and over but the first time would be the best as he put it into my mouth whilst he slowly wanked me. He watched me as it slid  into my mouth, totally unprepared for my reaction as I sucked it in, the thought of it having been inside another woman's vagina the focus of my own little fantasy, this confused John as it appeared I had the upper hand well to be honest I was just enjoying the moment as I produced more saliva to aid that object to slide effortlessly into my mouth as I drew my head back and forth over its length.

John's other hand was working away slowly and carefully to avoid me ejaculating prematurely. He had a plan for me and  was about to execute it in a very unexpected way as he removed the dildo from my mouth switched it on and placed it over my swollen glans.

I'd suffered  pain in the past but this this was torture on another scale as he placed it under my swollen glans, the sensation made me tense I wanted to hold my cock and wank myself but was prevented from doing so as John grabbed my hand and put it back down on the sofa where I was instructed to leave it as the vibrator buzzed away  on my now impossibly enlarged sensitive swollen glans.

I'll admit I was really enjoying this, not aware what was about to happen to me as the vibrator now relentlessly worked away at my now pre cum soaked glans

John had obviously done this before and not only knew what to expect but when to expect it.

Ok, I trusted John so I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment.

John picked the right moment as he could physically see my cock now responding to what essentially was a form of mild but immensely, pleasurable torture.

The time was now, John increased the speed of the vibrator, my cock now about to succumb to the torturous pleasure it had been subjected to, this was too much as I opened my eyes to see John fully focused on my cock with him lightly touching my now very sensitive glans, within seconds it happened as an unfamiliar feeling quickly went through my groin and swollen cock, John just watched and smiled as he was about to witness me lose control of my body and cock as I watched it physically swell slightly, its slit opened up like a viper ready to spit it's venom, then it happened as  my body involuntarily went rigid, my toes pointing straight down  as if I'd just received an electric shock, I gave out a scream as in pain but wasn't, the sensation had completely taken over my body that I now had no control over.

John didn't looked shocked at my outburst as I cried out in both pain and ecstasy as I witnessed my cock literally explode, shooting my spunk in just about every direction, shooting powerful jets of creamy white sperm firstly into my face  then progressively down the dress as I raised my hand to desperately  hold onto and squeeze it tight to slow the speed of my ejaculation which was painfully hot as my spunk desperately tried to exit the narrowness of the slit at the end of my violently twitching cock, John stopped me and forced  my hand back on the sofa as I continued to pump quite a lot of spunk over myself and the dress, I remember the warmth then the wetness then the coolness as my own sperm soaked through the dress.

John never said a word as he witnessed my baptism into the world of fetishes.

That one glorious moment seemed to last for an eternity as my cock spat out every last ounce of spunk it could muster, yes, John knew what would happen and was savouring every second as he watched my cock twitch and pulse as it forced what little sperm I had left over the dress to add to his.

I had the distinct feeling he was imagining I was his ex wife being treated like a slut as my own warm sperm soaked into the dress and finally onto my skin as I tried to get my breath back in an attempt to recompose myself.

John however was pleased with the result, I'd proved in some way that I was exactly what he and his friends were looking for although I was unaware at that time of his plans, assuming they were his!.

It seemed I was everything and more that he wanted, or was that needed? for the new year's Eve event, one that would both open  my eyes to the  extreme pleasure  it would afford me and into the dangerous perverted  world I was being drawn into.

New Year's Eve would have all the answers that would determine my future.