Copyright 03-03-2007 John Candu. Permission granted for personal use.
The Woman Who Turned Me Bisexual
By John Candu
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Hello sweeties, this is Pussyboy Teesha, formerly Joey. This is the true account of a mean, evil, dark, and dangerous woman who turned me bi. Just thinking about what she did to me makes me want to.... cum! In college, I fucked girls and was horny for them all the time. Well, things have changed.
A friend told me about a private sex club that met once a month in the Lions Club Community Center and Pavilion, of all places. I swear! They listed themselves as the Community Investment Club. They leased the place one day a month to have it entirely to themselves. I called around until I reached some people my friend told me about and got invited.
Now, here's what happened... When you arrive, you pay a cover charge, which helps pay the rent, and you bring your own booze, which you leave at the bar, then you shuck your clothing and enter the bar and dance room.
Now, this was like any other mixer except you had nude people of all ages drinking, socializing, letting it all hang out, and giving blowjobs and so forth right there in the open. First thing I saw was a woman sitting at a table with a man I presume to be her husband while another lady, a redhead, was kneeling between her thighs eating her pussy. My dicky-clit got so hard watching this scene not because it involved two women but because of how casual it was -- the recipient (the lickee) was just chatting with her husband as if they were discussing how to remove lint from the dryer while the lickee smoked and just casually fucked the licker's face. The lickee looked over at me while feeding clit and smiled, then closed her eyes a moment as the licker picked up speed, then the lickee looked me straight in the eyes as she humped the licker's face almost savagely and came. The licker got up, thanked the lickee, and turned around with a glistening face and headed off to the ladies room.
As I mentioned, it was a BYOB situation (they supplied the bartender and mix), and between action several people sat at the bar rejuvenating until they could strut around again with hard-ons, and the women sitting next to me had gooey triangles of hair down there, and several had gooey asses.... I saw pallets on the floor all around, and folks were doing it right next to each other or pushing pallets together and forming little club-lets of their own for awhile. Some just watched and masturbated. A club rule was to clean up after yourself so none of the Lions would slip and break a hip or something.
After awhile, a bodacious lady with huge breasts, 40-something DDs, and nipples that stood out about an inch, came over and chatted with me. She was drop-dead beautiful -- my cock was drooling. Finally, the gooey lady left her stool, so I used a bar napkin to wipe it clean for my new friend. So, we were standing at the bar, and she was asking all the right small-talk questions; whats your name, where are you from, is this your first time to the investment club, etc., and all the while she was very lightly stroking my cock, and every now and then she'd squeeze a little precum and lick it from her fingers, and kissed and fondled. God, this was like heaven. After a few minutes, Elaine, my new friend, suggested we go to a little sitting room area so we could talk more privately. She grabbed my dick and led the way. God, she was a good kisser -- I could eat her kissing lips for hours and suck on her tits forever. I've never encountered harder or perkier nipples. And she took my cock and guided it into the wettest, warmest, most active pussy it had ever met -- her pussy felt like a mouth with no teeth giving my dick the best going-over it had ever had. It felt like I was throat-fucking her, I swear. Geez, I was just about to cum when she sensed my predicament and pushed me away. I very reluctantly withdrew. So, you see, at this point I was still a very straight and horny man. And I needed relief.
"Not yet," she said.
"My balls are going to explode if I don't cum."
"Do you like S&M?"
"As long as it doesn't contain vodka."
She stroked my slick nubbin some more, keeping me right on the brink. "So, do you try to turn everything into a joke?"
"Sorry.... I do that when I'm nervous. No, I've never had experience with S&M."
Now cupping my balls, she said, "I'm a sadist, Joey. And I need a new slave. You might want to apply. The job has benefits you're looking for." She lightly scratched my balls and shaft.
"I'd love to be your slave."
Her hand turned into claws.
"Don't answer too fast. There are a few rules you might want to consider. For example, your gratification and enjoyment mean nothing to me. Disobeying me brings punishment, and you will take it or I will dismiss you. Do you still want to apply . . . or do you need more time to think about it?"
And, to emphasize her point, she squeezed my balls painfully, causing me to cry out.
Strangely, the pain seemed to heighten my arousal to a level I didn't know was possible.
"Nothing to think about -- I want to be your slave, Elaine."
Then she slapped me wickedly -- I'm sure she left a handprint across my face.
"Then, if you agree to a trial, let's begin right now. You'll be addressing me as Mistress Elaine. Speak only when I ask you to speak, and be sure to ask permission for anything -- and I mean anything -- you do, including cuming, taking care of bodily functions, you get the idea. You will be under my control when we're together and sometimes even when we're not. You'll probably become my toilet slave as well. By the time I've finished training you, there will be nothing you won't do. Any questions so far?" Again, her sharp fingernails dug into my balls.
"No ma'am, Mistress Elaine."
"Very good. You'll be rewarded or punished accordingly. Let's have a brief little test to see if you really want to go on with this. Do you enjoy cock and ball torture, by the way?"
"I'm sorry, Mistress Elaine, but I don't know what that is...."
That's when I take a notion to do things, various painful things, to your cock, such as stick pins or needles into the skin and effectively tack your erect member to a board. Or I may constrict your balls until you think they're going to fall off."
"Well, needles sound ok: I'm diabetic, so I am a human pin cushion when it comes to needles and such. I'll bet I could get off to that, Mistress Elaine."
"Hmmm.... Then it just won't do. If you like it, it's definitely out." She thought a moment and said, "Have you ever sucked a cock -- swallowed another man's sperm?"
"Whoa! No ma'am, Mistress Elaine."
"Perfect. Then let's begin our test right here and now. My cunt is overflowing with fresh cum -- I want you to clean it up for me, or leave. Suck it dry, swallow the cum ^Ö I don't know how many loads I've taken tonight, but it's very juicy"
I thought: "Leave or heave." But then the little devil on the other shoulder whispered, "You can do this ^Ö what luck: look at all you'll be gaining." I said to her, "I'll do it, Mistress Elaine."
She parted her legs. A thick fluid reminescent of Elmer's glue flowed from her cunt. I did it right there, gagged a few times at first, but eating her and enjoying it nevertheless. I pressed my mouth to her folds, stuck my tongue in deep, and sucked her canal. I was astounded at the volume of cum that poured into my mouth. She moaned softly and humped my face. I continued to probe my tongue deeply to dig out more and more. Doing so, I found out that a man's cum is mostly salty like a saline solution, but in Mistress Elaine's case, I think she had been fucked three or more times, which combined the tastes. There were occasional tastes of salty-sweet and bitter and, of course, the taste of her. I wanted to bring her off, so I tried to play with her nipples while I ate her. She grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my face away from her lips along with ropes of spunk. "What the fuck did I tell you? You ask permission before you do anything!"
"Sorry, Mistress Elaine..... May I touch your beasts as I eat you?"
"You may." And she plopped my face back down between her squishy folds.
I worked on her clit ^Ö I circled it with my tongue, sucked it into my mouth, lapped it all over and around and around. I brought her to a grunting, body shaking orgasm, and by the time she was cleaned up, she was more than well satisfied. I admit I started out repulsed at slurping up cum from her pussy, but when I got into it I found I loved the taste of body fluids. I couldn't wait to see what was in store next.
Male observers came over to watch and chat, and Mistress Elaine invited them to fuck her or ordered me to give them blowjobs. By the end of the evening, I had sucked at least 20 dicks and ate her out numerous other times. I went on to pleasure her on demand and allow myself to be subjected to all sorts of humiliation. I endured huge butt plugs, dildoes, and lost track of the times I got butt-fucked.
As we closed out the club that evening, I went to the men's room to clean up and return to her side. I was already a changed man. In the space of one evening I decided I was not gay or straight -- but bisexual.
"Your training assignment during the next few days is to practice sucking cock. You certainly are gifted at pussy and cock, but my slave must be an adept bi -- and adaptable. Try deep-throating, try everything, and I'll test your progress, perhaps allow you to work with my strap-on to strengthen those throat muscles. And we'll see how you look in women's clothing during slave duty days as you clean my house and take care of my guests needs."
She kissed me good-night, and I tasted cum on her tongue. She must have been active again while I was cleaning up. And that's how I entered the Lions den as Troy but emerged as Teesha.
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