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   My mind is racing as I drive to the gym.  I've never seen that look of
desire on Rachel's face before, her complete loss of control, complete
bliss.  Focusing on the road I turn the radio up, trying to think of
something else.  Arriving at the gym, I go through the machines completing
a vigorous workout in less than an hour.  What does she see in that
bastard? How can he treat her like that?  My body's sore, but after a brief
break and some kind of health shake drink, I start all over again.  The
muscle pain starts to numb the hurt inside and the questions, so many
questions...  start to fade away with the work out.

   Arriving home three hours later I see that Justin's car is still parked
outside the house.  He's probably waited around a little longer, just to
humiliate me more, but I decide to go in anyway.  From the entrance I see
Rachel down the hall sitting in a chair by the dining room table, facing
the stairs to the second floor.  She has tears in her eyes and her bottom
lip is quivering slightly.  I rush from the entrance and take her in my
arms, holding her tight.  She whimpers in my ear as I say some soothing
words.  What could that bastard have done to her?

   The sound of the toilette flushing on the second floor is soon followed
by footsteps coming downstairs.  I don't dare look at him when he reaches
the main floor.  I hear him walk towards the entrance and Rachel calls out
to him over my shoulder in a pleading voice:

   Please master?

   Alright Slut, one last time, but make it quick.

   Pushing me away, Rachel runs down the hall and quickly kneels in front
of Justin, unzipping his pants and fishing out is cock.  The anguish and
sadness in her face is now replaced with eagerness and a childlike joy, my
knees buckle and I collapse into the chair she was earlier sitting in.  I
can't believe my eyes when she finally gets his cock free from his pants.
Even limp, it's almost twice my size erect, I can't help but stare.  Using
her hands and mouth Rachel starts to bring it back to life, licking around
the head, down the shaft and gently sucking his balls, all the while
stroking it with her hand.  It doesn't take long before he's fully erect, I
can't understand how something so big could fit anywhere inside my wife but
she seems very happy to swallow close to two thirds of it as she bobs her
head up and down his cock while looking up into his eyes.  It seems to go
on forever, but probably didn't last much more then 15 minutes before he
grips the back of her head and slams her face forward down into his crotch.
He grunts several times and I can hear Rachel gagging around his cock,
which he finally pulls out of her mouth, pulling her head back by her hair.
After coughing twice, she again moves her head forward, lapping up whatever
cum is still left inside his quickly deflating cock.

   Pushing Rachel away, Justin zips up his pants, opens the door and walks
away.  Leaving Rachel kneeling in the doorway, half naked with her face and
hair looking like she has just been fucked.  Getting up, she rushes over to
me and kisses me throwing her weight onto the chair.  We fall over with her
on top, our bodies grinding in the most passionate kiss I have ever had. 
Catching her breath, Rachel breaks off the kiss and crawls up my body,
pinning my arms with her knees and looking straight into my eyes, she
lowers her crotch on to my face.

   Make me cum and don't you dare stop until I tell you to.

   That afternoon I spend at least an hour on my back servicing Rachel. 
She simply rapes my face and doesn't stop until she can't take it anymore.
When she finally gets off me, she collapses on her back and passes out. 
After getting up and picking up the chair, I lift Rachel into my arms and
bring her up to the bedroom.  I Lay her on the carpet next the entrance of
our bedroom and begin the task of cleaning up the mess.  The sheets are
still wet from all sorts of bodily fluids, there are ink stains on the
pillow cases and an open jar of pickles lies spilt near the head of the
bed. Picking everything up, I quickly rub the bare mattress with a towel
and some cleaning products, then put on new sheets and new pillow cases. 
Fishing out our old comforter from the closet, I replace the one with the
drying cum stains.

   After making the bed, I pick Rachel up.  She is now sleeping soundly,
completely oblivious to the world.  I bring her to bed and lie her down on
her back, gently removing the kimono.  Untying the belt around her waist I
open the flimsy robe and my breath catches in my throat.  Writing just
above her breasts are the words "Dirty Slut" in bold black letters, written
with some kind of marker.  Gently moving her around and removing the robe I
check the rest of her body, but I don't see anything more.  I gently place
her under the covers and give her a loving kiss on the forehead before
heading downstairs.  I spend the rest of the evening watching football and
eating some left over Lebanese take out they must have ordered.  Relaxing
in front of the television, I think back to how this started.
Past:
I was following Rachel upstairs to her apartment.  I had waited outside
for an hour, but I was dead set on meeting up with her and spilling my guts
out.  I really hadn't expected such a warm welcome or the stunning
revelation that she had just been sucking cock before she kissed me. 
Inside the place was tastefully decorated, a couch and a few chairs in the
living room, with a small coffee table and an entertainment system set up
opposite the balcony window.  Taking a seat on the couch, she asked me if I
wanted something to drink while disappearing into her bedroom.  She came
out with a pen and paper and then got us each a glass of wine.  Sitting

down beside me, she looked me in the eye and started talking.

   Fred, I'm going to be completely honest with you and I would like you to
do the same.  I'm also going to list the rules to our relationship, if we
decide after tonight to start seeing one another again then we will both
have to follow them.  First of all, I still love you.  You were and still
are my best friend, you're handsome, smart and a great listener who I know
will always be faithful to me, plus you have a great sense of humor
although you can be a bit sarcastic at times (giggle).  I honestly fell in
love with you way back in high school and you're probably the reason why I
couldn't hold on to a real relationship, none of the guys I dated could
ever compare to you.

   I basically told her the same thing, how I had been miserable this past
year without her and how I'd decided that we were meant to be together.  We
spent the next hour catching up, I had gone west after graduation to see a
bit more of Canada, settling down in Vancouver for a while and even
becoming a ski instructor at whistler for most of the winter.  I was now
back in town and working for a small accounting firm, it wasn't a high end
job, but it looked like it was on its way to grow into something bigger. 
She told me of her travels and shocked me about her part time job working
as an escort and that she was currently dating two married men, both from
work.

   Reaching over and kissing me, she asked me if anything she had said
changed my mind regarding my feelings for her.  She looked a little scared
of what I might say, so I pulled her close hugging her and starting kissing
her, a little more passionately.  We both lost track of time in one
another's arms, but when we finally allowed our lips to part, she pulled
away and reached for the pen and paper on the coffee table.

   After everything that was said between us Fred, I have to be honest and
tell you why I broke up with you.  It's something that would have to change
if we are to pick up where we left off.

   You are a terrible sexual partner, your penis is way undersized and you
don't last long, maybe 5 minutes at your best, but probably closer to 1 or
2 on average.  Your idea of foreplay is to go down on me for a few seconds,
then start fucking.  I'm sorry to be so brutal in saying it, but it has to
be said.  Believe me when I say I really don't want to hurt you, it broke
my heart when I did back in college and it breaks my heart now to see the
hurt in your eyes, but if we are to continue...these things will have to
change.

   I hadn't expected her to be so forth coming about our sex life.  Over
the past year I had dated a few girls and my lack of sexual prowess had
come up in a few of the break up conversations.  I had always assumed it
was only being said to be spiteful, but coming from Rachel, I realized it
was the truth.  Looking down at her pad of paper, Rachel started to list
the rules she would have for me, regarding our sex life.

   Fred's commitment:

   1. I will be completely faithful to Rachel.  2. I will satisfy her
through oral sex, whenever Rachel tells me to.  3. I understand that my
penis and balls now belong to Rachel; she controls any sexual gratification
I may receive and has the right to punish me only through "her" cock and
balls.  4. I will be completely obedient to Rachel regarding both of our
sex lives.  5. I will be completely honest to Rachel regarding both of our
sex lives.  6. I will consent to her taking on other lovers

   Rachel's commitment:

   1. I will be completely honest with Fred about everything, including all
sexual encounters I have with other men.  2. I will not take advantage of
my sexual dominance over Fred in our everyday life together; in all other
regards we will remain equal.  3. I will be sure that all sexual relations
I have with other men are safe and will try when possible to only have
sexual relations with married men or men who are in a long term
relationships.  4. I will not allow other men to perform oral sex on me;
this very intimate act will be reserved for Fred.  5. I will continually
test Fred's faithfulness to me through humiliation and sometimes pain.  6.
I will allow Fred to have vaginal sex with me only after we are married (if
we do get married) and then only on our wedding night and afterwards once a
year on our anniversary.

   It takes almost a full hour before she's finally listed and explained
everything on the list.  I hadn't imagined these would be the rules she
would want to govern our relationship, but when she looked into my eyes and
asked me if I consent to these rules I agreed without hesitation.  Standing
up beside me, she held out her hand so we could shake on it, after which
she embraced me, kissing me passionately.  I still remember the explosion
of pain I felt as she kneed me between the legs during that kiss.  Doubling
over in pain, I stumbled a few times before standing up straight and
looking at her.

   Knowing that every time we kiss, I may decide to hurt you physically...
will you still agree to these conditions?

   Some kind of enlightenment hit me at that point.  I had been completely
devoted to Rachel that entire year, I may not have agreed to a contract or
even verbally confirmed it, but I knew in my heart that it was true.  Never
taking my eyes off her, I got undressed and stood in front of her
completely naked.  With my legs spread shoulder width apart, my hands
behind my back and looking dead into her eyes I asked her: "please kick me
again"

   Picking myself off the floor, I resumed the same position and repeated
the question.  Rachel kicked me in the balls a half dozen times with her
bare foot.  Although she hadn't played soccer she was quite athletic and
she held nothing back.  After the sixth kick to my groin, the pain was too
much and I could neither stand nor keep from crying.  I crawled over to
her, looked up at her face and asked her again to kick me in the ball.  She
bent down and helped me to the couch and kissed my tears away.  After
kissing for a while on the couch, Rachel had one last test for me.  Having
me kneel naked in front of her, she got up and took off her jeans and
panties.  Sitting down right in front of me with her legs partially spread;
she said to me:

   I don't expect you to have perfect oral skills right away, but you will
be getting a lot of practice.  Before you dive in I want to warn you that I
had sex with a man named Marcus earlier this evening and he came inside me.
Other men cumming inside me will not prevent me from telling you to go down
on me; in fact the thought of you cleaning up after other men actually
turns me on.  So it's up to you Fred, you've been able to accept physical
pain for me, can your ego allow you to suffer this much humiliation for me
as well?

   I spent the next hour going down on Rachel.  She guided me on where and
when to lick, suck, tease and nibble the most intimate part of her body. 
For the first time ever, I made a woman cum.
Present:
Turning the tv off, I head up to bed.  Rachel's sleeping soundly with a
sweet smile on her face; she must be having a good dream.  I quietly get
into bed behind her, put my arms around her and fall asleep smiling as

well.

   To be continued???