Dexter Chronicles

Sue Dexter—Chapter One

When Robert Dexter was quite young, he was diagnosed at his yearly dental check-up as suffering from an acute attack of a virulent gum and tooth disease although he, himself, was experiencing no discomfort. The initial diagnosis was performed by Dr. Janet Cutler, and the extractions were performed by an oral surgeon, Dr. Ruth Miller, both recent but extremely competent medical professionals.

"Well, Sue," Dr. Miller said, "He'll never bite anyone; all baby teeth and permanent seed teeth are gone." Sue and Ruth exchanged a secret smile and looked down at the diminutive Robert, who was not fully over the effect of anesthetics. "There are a few more things I could remove from him, if you'd like," Ruth offered. "There's not much down there anyway."

"You know," Sue whispered, "I like the idea of being able to tease him, and for that he needs desire and frustration. No, let's leave him intact … for now. There is always time for him to catch another 'disease' later."

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Sue Dexter wheeled her son to their car and helped him into the front seat, fastened his seat belt and drove towards their country home. She thought about how much interest he was beginning to pay to her, how he watched her when she crossed her long, sleek legs, or got dressed up to go out. She had had small video cameras set in the bathrooms and his bedroom, and she would monitor him from her laptop office watching him fondle her most intimate, delicate underwear that she would leave for him to find in the bathroom. She mused about the day she would "accidentally" walk in while he had a pair of her panties in his mouth and a black stocking wrapped around his little penis.

The divorce had been so, so stressful. Robert's father was quite the asshole. His massive fortune ended up being split between them, and his half, most of it, as far as Sue was concerned was becoming hers as well on a check-by-check, week-by-week basis. Blackmail was such a sweet thing, effectively done.

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Years before, Sue had meet Robert's father at a summer camp for rich kids. She was a counselor; he was a member of the camp's board of directors. Within three scandalous months they were married. She could not believe how well her plan had worked, and when her child was a boy, she was ecstatic. She would divorce the father, keep the son, and have the wealth and the young little slave she had always wanted. By the time she was nineteen, she had her own estate with cook, gardener and help. She was on her way. Little Robert was on his way too, he just didn't know where.

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Sue first met Clarissa at the exercise club. It was pretty exclusive; that's why she went there. There were two types of women there, those who already had their groins "supplemented" with princks, and those who were on their way, but needed a little more information. Clarissa loved talking about it. "Look, Sue. It's like this. You go into the FemTech clinic on a Friday afternoon. You get a bath, a massage, and a princk. By Sunday noon you're fully recovered, and in a week you're ready for action. In fact, it's terribly 'hard' to hold off for that long, and you don't really have to. There's no scars, no pain, just a powerful urge to penetrate any male around you. You're already powerfully built, with the testosterone added, you'll just get stronger, and more feminine as well. Your natural estrogen pumps to offset the testosterone. It's the best of both worlds. And, honey, get a big one, like I did. You'll love it."

Clarissa loved to show off; she slipped off her leotard. As always, the entire gym grew silent. It was the first time Sue had seen Clarissa do this. Clarissa's princk, a long thick snake hung between her legs. She placed her right hands around the shaft and gave it a gentle caress and then drew back her hand and stared at Sue. But Sue was not looking at Clarissa; her eyes were on her python. Silently, and with a powerful unstoppable force, the thing began to grow (how was that possible) and thicken and rise until it was pointing straight at Sue. "Would you like a closer look," whispered Clarissa. Sue squeaked back, "I don't think so." Large dollops of goo began to leak and fall from Clarissa's princk, and her breathing changed. One of the other princkesses, Jennifer, came over and stood between them, and hissed at Sue, "Quick, leave the room. Now!" Sue slowly, then quickly back away and ran into the locker room. "Clarissa, cut it out! You scared the shit out of her. She's big, BIG, money." Clarissa recognized her friend, Rita, and began to come down from the edge. "Oh, yes, of course, you're right. But she is so hot. I wanted her."

Now there was an immediate problem in the gym—a fully erect and sexually engorged princkmistress. Erections in the gym were not unusual; it was a "normal" way of life for these endowed women, but Clarissa was often a little eccentric and out of control. She was still breathing heavy, panting, and her eyes were darting around. Clarissa was still dangerous. "Get Roger in here," Jennifer yelled. Roger was the club's masseuse, a "old" man in his early 30's, who had handled one of Clarissa's raging hard-ons before. Clarissa's eyes were beginning to glow and narrow. Roger came into the gym, running. He stopped short when he saw who it was.

"I … want … him … bound…" Clarissa panted. He turned to escape, but Jen had him first, by the shoulders, then the neck, then with a knee on his back, then with the Velcro wrapped around his elbows, a second around his wrists, all behind him. Jennifer stood up and grabbed Roger by his hair yanking him to his knees in front of Clarissa. "Don't kill him," Jen screamed at Clarissa, but she was in a sexual fury at this point.

Clarissa's princkhead waved menacingly before Roger's face. "Get his dentures out," Jen said, and Melissa, another princkster, ran over and pinched Roger's jaws apart and pulled the dentures and threw them to the floor muttering, "These are always slowing us down!" A stomp from her powerful foot crushed them beyond repair.

Roger was visibly shaking. "Noo, pleath don't!" Clarissa grasped her princk and lashed him hard across his face… once … then again… again … again. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. Clarissa's princk was drooling heavily. She roughly grabbed him by his hair with her left hand and yanked his head forward. With her right hand, she slapped him so hard he blacked out for a second, and Clarissa used that moment to begin the measured insertion of her massive organ into his face ... inch by thick inch. As he began to come to, he remembered his circumstances and began to struggle against the Velcro bonds, but they held firm. He tried to pull away from the monster burrowing into his mouth and soon down his sensitive throat. Clarissa now had both hands behind his head; she had not even begun her thrusting, she was simply slowly pulling his mouth over her princk, like slipping on one of her black silk stockings that she loved to wear on her long, lean, strong legs.

"God, she IS beautiful," thought Sue, who was peeking in through the door, with one hand unconsciously rubbing between her legs." I want to do that, too," she mused.

Roger was good at this, he was trained and experienced to not gag, throw-up and choke to death. But her cum was strongly dribbling, flowing out of her princkhead and he was having trouble swallowing the foul stuff. It was seeping out of his mouth. Fortunately, gravity took most of it to his chin and dripped it on the floor, but some gushed out by his upper lip and began to clog his nose. His hands were tied and he couldn't do any thing but blow out as hard as he could, forming cum bubbles expanding and contracting on his face.

A small circle of princksters had formed around Clarissa, Roger and Jen. Cleo, a tall, beautiful black woman could see that Roger was done for if someone didn't act quickly. Shrugging her powerful shoulders, she reached back over her head, grabbed the collar of her tight T-shirt and yanked if off, springing free two awesomely round, firm breasts. Princkcum is awful stuff; it's thick, viscous, foul tasting and … seriously addictive. But now, Roger was smothering in an extremely small quantity of it accumulating on his upper lip, and more, way more, was on its way. Without the ability to wipe it away, he was dead meat, and not much fun, either. Cleo began to wipe the princk cum off his face with her T-shirt, and Roger immediately took a huge breath through his nose, then another. Maybe he could survive Clarissa, again. Maybe.

Clarissa liked the power of life and death; she was dangerous. She was in the throes of sexual desire, but she still knew what she liked, and she liked to feed her desire on fear. She began to pinch Roger's nose … then let him breathe ... then pinch it again. Roger was going crazy, literally, with fear. Clarissa was getting higher and higher on it. His eyes were begging her to stop, but she kept doing it and glared heartlessly down at him. "If she kills him, I'm going to be real pissed," thought Cleo. "That little white boy really knows how to suck me long and slow. Shit."

There were only two women that Clarissa treated as equals, and Cleo was one of them. Not only was she bigger and stronger than Clarissa, she knew how to bring Clarissa off so that Clarissa saw stars! Cleo decided to try to save her favorite little male princksucker. She started stroking Clarissa's back with long, steady strokes, like you would a spooky horse. Then Clarissa's magnificent ass cheeks, and then her thighs. Cleo was on her knees behind Clarissa, her hands lovingly stroking Clarissa's strong, smooth legs. Cleo slowly eased her hand between Clarissa's thighs and slid the fingers of her right hand imperceptibly over Clarissa's anus, brushed against her sensitive perineum, and then explored their way past Clarissa's swollen vulva lips into Clarissa's soppingly wet vagina. Clarissa gasped. "Shhsssh, girl," said Cleo, "you're going to like this."

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Hidden behind Clarissa's magnificent heavy balls, was a damp bog of exquisite pleasure, and Cleo knew where all the pressure points were. God, it was wet in there. Little rivulets of femcum began to run down Clarissa's thighs. Unlike the princk juice, the femcum was sweet and Cleo rewarded herself with a long sensuous lick.

"Oh, yes, Roger's dying," Cleo thought to herself. Cleo left hand snaked around Clarissa's left leg and behind Clarissa's large, low-hanging ball sack and found Clarissa's second favorite plaything, her clitoris. She carefully began to push up the cloak on Clarissa's hooded cobra. Her clit was thick and moist and pulsing. Cleo began to stroke it and Clarissa began to press forward with each stroke of Cleo's warm hand. Clarissa's "petite princk" engorged itself with blood and fattened and lengthened. Cleo wrapped her fingers around it and Clarissa began to push and hump while her clitoris slid in and out of Cleo's hand, carefully and teasingly modulating the pressure, the friction that Clarissa would feel.

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Roger was barely alive now, and the thick princkcum was at his nose again beginning to suffocate him. He would not be the first man in the exercise room to smother of princkcum; he would not even be the first to do so this week; it was the new male condition.

Cleo gripped Clarissa's clit firmly and Clarissa responded with a low grunt, and began to thrust in earnest, driving her hips forward wildly to take advantage of Cleo's grasp of her massive clit. Femcum began to stream down Clarissa's legs and puddle up around her feet. Cleo reach between Clarissa's legs and began to pinch Clarissa's clit erotically and rub its oh, so, tender head. "Ahhhhhhh!" screamed Clarissa, "Yes, Yes. Yesssss!" Clarissa's world exploded with both a vaginal orgasm and her princk's volcanic expulsion of cum. Roger's head was thrown about by the force of Clarissa's violent orgasmic thrusts, but his neck was not broken because of the massive living flesh splint Clarissa had inserted down his throat. On the last violent thrust, Roger, unconscious, was thrown off, and Clarissa collapsed to her knees, panting with a look of exhaustion and pleasure on her face. She was flush and her princk rested on the floor between her legs, still moving and twitching, as it very slowly began to loss a small amount of it turgidity. Everyone around knew that she and her princk could be immediately ready for renewed action if provoked. No one dared.

Jen had dragged Roger's unconscious body away from Clarissa's princkhead and rolled him on his stomach and removed the Velcro bonds. No one, but no one ever gave mouth-to-mouth respiration to someone who had been sucking princk. There was one possibility. Jen stood above Roger and began to pound her foot, first gently and then very hard on his lower back, middle back and then upper back in a repeating pattern, and he began to show some signs of life. First a quiet moan, and then violent coughing, and then something that Roger almost never did; he threw up. Roger did not have the strength to get up, and he rolled to his side and shaking he gagged and gagged and threw up vast quantities of the princkcum. Clarissa got to her feet and grabbed him by the back of his neck and pushed his face into the foul puddle. "Get a spoon," she screamed, and someone brought one from a lunch bag. Clarissa thrust it into Roger's shaking hand. "Now, eat every drop. Don't you dare waste any!"

Roger looked up at Clarissa. His face was covered in tears and princkcum and femcum, and he placed the spoon in the goo on the floor and began to eat it, spoonful by spoonful. "That's a good boy, "Clarissa said, and the women all laughed. "And when you're done, as a treat, you can lick up the pool of femcum over there." Marsha, another princkster brought Roger a window squeegee to help him do his job, and they all laughed again. The tension was finally gone in the room, and Roger spent the next two hours eating and then licking the floor clean under their laughter and jeering eyes. But he was glad Cleo had saved him.

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Sue was amazed and thought, "I do that, too. Hmmm, I can practice on my little submissive Robert," and a plan began to form in her mind….

End of Chapter One — Sue Dexter

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