Gracie didn’t notice John’s withdrawal as they made their way to the top floor of the Hyatt Regency, where John’s bank was wining and dining all their biggest clients and a few others they hoped to recruit very soon. Gracie was more occupied by the Dallas skyline, the room full of people that she had no interest in schmoozing and the soreness between her legs—Not necessarily in that order.
She’d dressed in a very sedate cocktail suit that came just below her knees. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a loose chignon and her grandmother’s pearl earrings were at her ears. She looked like a successful attorney, not a woman who less than two hours before had brought her lover to orgasm by telling him about her domination fantasy. And she definitely didn’t look like a woman who wasn’t wearing any underwear.
John seemed nervous, more so than usual for a function like this, so she casually put her arm around his waist as a way to offer support. She hadn’t realized how important this evening was to him, and she probably should have been a little more sensitive earlier. What she wasn’t expecting was John to show revulsion at her touch. The look on his face would have been comical if it hadn’t been directed at her and in front of a group of people.
“I’m sorry, Gracie,” he stammered out. “You took me by surprise.”
The excuse must have even sounded lame to him, because he wouldn’t meet her eyes after he’d told the lie. He took a step away from her and Gracie flushed in embarrassment.
“I’d like to introduce everyone to Gracie McGuire. She’s a partner at Decker, Deets and McGuire and one of SureTrust Bank’s most valued clients.”
Gracie stood rooted to the floor, her stomach in knots and sweat puddling at the base of her spine. Something was wrong. She and John had been dating for three months, and he’d always taken every opportunity to show her off as his own private possession, but now for some reason she was just his client. There was only one thing that could have happened to make John’s feelings change in such a short amount of time. He’d liked the idea of her fantasy in the heat of passion, but now when he had to look at her over canapés he couldn’t stand the sight of her. He was ashamed.
Gracie gave John a look of boredom, as if he were no more than dirt under her shoe, and felt satisfaction at his flinch. She’d just learn to keep her mouth shut from now on. Bedroom secrets were meant to stay secrets. Lesson learned.
Gracie’s pale skin showed polite indifference as she made the round of introductions.
“This is Peter Sterling, the CEO at the Nightingale Corporation,” John droned. “SureTrust is hoping to get his business very soon.”
“We’ll see, John, old buddy,” Peter said with a conspirator’s laugh and a wink at Gracie.
Gracie had to refrain from rolling her eyes. The good old boys’ club never changed. Peter was a middle-aged executive with silver at his temples and capped teeth. He probably cheated on his wife with anything in a skirt and smoked Cuban cigars at his expensive country club. Peter was boring. John could have Peter with her blessing. Gracie was through with men like them.
She was much more interested in the tall, dark man that stood to Peter’s left. His hair was as black as midnight and his eyes as blue as sapphire. He didn’t have the face of a pampered businessman or the body of someone who’d spent too many hours behind a desk. His suit was expensive and his cologne a seduction. He made the other men in the room pale in comparison, and the other women in the room overflow with envy that he wasn’t theirs.
This strange man had witnessed Gracie’s humiliation at John’s words, but he hadn’t looked on in speculation and titillation as the other guests had. He’d looked furious on her behalf.
Gracie looked down at her watch and wondered how much longer she needed to stay at this thing now that she’d decided John was a horse’s ass. She had briefs to read, a pair of comfortable slippers to put on and a nice bottle of wine waiting at her apartment. She didn’t have any personal possessions at John’s, so she wouldn’t have to go through any awkward scenes when she told him she was through.
She sighed in defeat. It wasn’t even nine o’clock. She needed to stay at least another hour for her own business purposes. The least she could do was enjoy the free food and the endless champagne.
The stranger caught Gracie’s sigh of impatience, and his eyes laughed at her predicament. Gracie and the stranger both remained silent as Peter and John postured back and forth, their gazes never leaving each other. There was something very different about this silent man. Something dangerous. Something secretive. And she was drawn to him. She shivered as his eyes seemed to undress her and thoughts of what he could do to her with those sensuously full lips invaded her mind.
John interrupted her thoughts when he remembered that she and the others standing around were still important clients. “I beg you pardon, Gracie, gentlemen. Peter and I go back a ways. I think you know everyone else, Gracie, except for Peter’s friend there. And I hate to admit that I haven’t caught his name yet. Peter didn’t tell me he was bringing a guest,” John said. The admonition was there at Peter’s oversight, but it was skillfully done.
“He’s not my guest, John,” Peter said. “We had just started talking when you and Gracie came up. I haven’t caught his name either.”
John’s smile was saccharine as he extended his hand to the stranger, everyone’s attention focused on the man who had intruded John’s special event. “John Johnson,” he said. “President of SureTrust National Bank.”
The stranger looked at John’s outstretched hand with disinterest but took it in his grip anyway. “Mitchell Caldwell,” the stranger said.
Mitchell Caldwell didn’t have to tell anyone his position of importance. Everyone already knew who Mitchell Caldwell was, including Gracie. The murmurs that surrounded them assured that the word had traveled fast. Gracie thought John might pass out with the glorious news. It was a coup in his corner to be sure. The majority stockholder of the Caldwell Corporation, a billion dollar financial institution, was standing in the midst of peons.
“Mr. Caldwell,” John stuttered. “I had no idea you planned on attending tonight. Your secretary never confirmed your invitation.”
“Let’s just say it was a whim. I didn’t have anything better to do tonight.”
Gracie coughed to cover her laughter. John didn’t know whether to be insulted or kiss the man’s feet, and the uncomfortable silence from the other guests showed they weren’t quite sure what to do with a man like Mitchell Caldwell either.
The laughter lit Gracie’s eyes and she stuck out her hand, determined to see if the spark that had ignited before she’d learned his name was still there.
“Gracie McGuire,” she said.
Mitchell took her hand in his gently and brought it to his lips. The heat from his touch sent a sizzle to Gracie’s most intimate places, and her breath caught in her throat. “The pleasure is all mine, Ms. McGuire. I hope I’m able to do business with your firm very soon,” he said.
Gracie felt the dampness pool between her legs and wished that she’d not been so foolish to go without panties. She’d have to make a trip to the ladies room and wipe away the moisture that was sliding down her inner thighs.
“Stop by my office any time,” Gracie said before excusing herself and heading to the ladies room. She could feel the heat of his gaze follow her down the hallway to the bathroom door, and when she was safely inside she hurriedly checked the stalls for other occupants and then locked the door to keep everyone out.
Gracie unzipped her skirt slowly and lowered it to the floor, watching herself in the large mirror over the sinks. She was naked from the waist down and her buttocks were toned and firm. She laid the skirt carefully over one end of a settee that was positioned against the wall. She didn’t want to cause any more talk tonight by reappearing at the party in rumpled clothes.
Just a seductive glance from the stranger had made her hotter than she’d ever been. She had no choice but to relieve the pressure that was building inside of her.
Gracie unbuttoned her suit jacket and slipped it off her shoulders, placing it on top of her skirt. Her breasts were full and aching with need. Her nipples erect. All because of a man she’d just met. She stared at herself in the mirror, her breasts high and proud and her pussy shaved, the lips glistening with moisture.
She skimmed her hands up her body until they held the weight of her breasts. She moaned at the touch and closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of one of her most sensitive areas. She plucked at her nipples until they were hard and aching and the juice was flowing freely down her legs. She squeezed her nipples until she felt a jolt go through her clitoris and she experienced a small orgasm that brought her to her knees on the settee.
She lie back on the cushioned seat and spread her legs wide. Her reflection shone back in the mirror and her petals glistened with her desire. Her fingers thrummed against her clit with speed and precision, inciting a moan that she was sure could be heard outside.
Gracie closed her eyes as she felt the sensations rioting through her body. She thought of her dark haired stranger and what his cock would feel like as it stretched her body. She pushed two fingers in and out of her pussy, wishing it was her stranger hitting the special spot deep inside. She was writhing in exquisite torture on the settee, the pins fallen from her hair and a light film of sweat covering her body.
“Mmm, oh yeah,” she panted, strumming her clit as she pistoned her fingers faster in and out of her dripping hole. “Fuck me harder, Mitchell. Harder,” she screamed. The sound of her voice reverberated off the tile wall as she came in a gush of liquid heat that soaked the settee beneath her. Her body heaved in exhilaration and she moaned as she cupped her sex, holding in the sensations as long as possible. She wished it really could have been Mitchell that had given her such an exquisite feeling. It had been a long time since she’d come that long and that hard.
She was going to have to do some major damage control before she went back in to the party. Gracie washed off quickly with a damp towel and tried to erase the musty scent of sex from her body. She put her clothes back on quickly, shoved the pins back into her hair and dug through her evening bag for the emergency makeup kit she always carried. She took a final glimpse in the mirror and decided she looked fantastic. Radiant even.
She flipped the lock on the door and slipped out, glancing at her watch to see what time it was as she made her way back to the party. She’d had no idea that she’d spent so long in the bathroom. It was almost ten o’clock. Hopefully, no one would suspect that she’d been giving herself the orgasm of a lifetime for the last forty-five minutes.
Gracie made her way over to the bartender with a bounce in her step, ignoring the crowds of people talking about business and gossip in little groups all over the room. “Champagne, please,” she said with a smile.
“Absolutely,” the bartender said with a wink and a leer that would have been frightening if he hadn’t been so young. He held the glass just out of her reach, and Gracie shot him a look that had been known to make grown men tuck their tails between their legs and run away.
“Is there a problem?” Gracie asked.
“I know all about you, Gracie McGuire. I know how much you’d like me to pour this champagne over your naked body and lick it from your pussy. And I know how much you’d like me to restrain you and fuck you while you scream,” he whispered.
Gracie felt the pleasure from her earlier experience disappear only to be replaced with the long, icy fingers of fear. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said. “How dare you speak to me that way.”
“You can’t deny your desires,” he said. “We all know what your guilty pleasures are. And for the record, I don’t think there’s anything sick about your fantasies. I got so hot thinking about all the things I wanted to do to you that I had to go jack off in the bathroom. There was another guy in there doing the same thing. You’re going to be the object of many men’s dreams tonight. I don’t know what you ever saw in that prick, John.”
“Me neither,” Gracie whispered and turned away, her champagne forgotten.
Has John really told my secrets to a room full of strangers? God, he must have for the bartender to know my most intimate desires.
Gracie stumbled through the room in a daze, ignoring the stares filled with lust and the occasional hand that grabbed her ass or her tits. A gentleman blocked her path, and she felt another close in behind her so she was sandwiched in between the two. Her eyes were filled with anger as she stared down the man in front of her.
“Get out of my way,” she spat.
“Ooh, you’re fiery. I like that,” he said. There was alcohol on his breath and his eyes were glazed. “Why don’t you come along with me and my friend to our room? I bet the two of us can put that feistiness to good use.”
Gracie felt the second man move up closer behind her until he was pressing his erection into the small of her back. The man in front of her slipped his hand inside her jacket and pinched her nipple hard enough to make her gasp.
“Let me make myself very clear, gentleman,” Gracie said, speaking loudly so the other curious onlookers could hear what she had to say. “John Johnson is a liar. This is his feeble attempt at revenge because I told all the people at my office that he’s impotent. Which he really is, by the way. I tried and tried and tried to get that little thing to work, but it didn’t help. What’s a girl to do but to move on to a man that has working parts? Not to mention that you’re all probably going to want to find a different bank, because when I’m through suing John Johnson, I’m going to own SureTrust National Bank. So I am going to ask you one more time to get out of my way before things gets ugly.”
The man behind her moved away quickly and the crowd mumbled their displeasure at the lack of excitement, but the man in front of her wasn’t sure if she was bluffing. He finally decided she was speaking the truth and backed out of her way. “Fuck it,” he said on his way back to the bar. “I can get pussy anywhere.”
“I’m sure you can,” Gracie said to no one in particular. She noticed Mitchell Caldwell standing next to the wall by himself. He gave her a nod of approval and a quick smile, but Gracie was too mortified to keep up eye contact. She’d just been imagining it was him fucking her to a mind-blowing orgasm and somehow she’d turned into the laughing stock of the whole party.
Gracie McGuire had one goal: To find John Johnson and get an explanation. If what the bartender and her other admirers had said was true, than murder was much too good for the man. She found him a few feet in front of Mitchell, drinking whiskey like it was water and holding court over a group of fascinated people. It wasn’t the burning of her ears that notified her that she was the topic of conversation. She could hear her name coming from John’s lips as clearly as if he was holding a microphone to his mouth.
The crowd parted like the Red Sea as Gracie approached him. He was glassy-eyed and red faced from too much alcohol, and the ramifications of what he was doing were slow to take hold. “Gracie, my girl, we were jusss talkin’ bout ya,” he slurred. “You damned near fucked me to death thissss afternoooon.” He laughed at himself and nearly toppled over, catching himself on the arm of one of his cronies.
A few of the people around them snickered into their drinks and a few others gave Gracie pitying looks.
“Gosh, that’s not how I remember it John. You might be careful with the drink, I’ve learned from experience that too much can make your dick go limp. Permanently. I honestly didn’t mean to fuck you to near death this afternoon. I was just trying to get it to do something other than lie there. Honest,” she said with a guileless smile.
This caused a chorus of raucous laughter that would be ringing in John Johnson’s ears for a long time. He wasn’t the type of man who liked to be laughed at. He liked to call the shots, and he liked to be the one to give the insults. His already flushed face turned crimson with anger and his fists bunched at his sides.
“You bitch!” he screamed.
“Careful what you say, John. You’ve done a lot of damage tonight. For someone who’s so worried about his career, you seemed pretty comfortable pissing it away tonight. You’re a drunk, but that’s no excuse for what you did to me tonight. What was done or said in the privacy of our bedroom should have stayed there.”
Gracie had gotten his attention when she’d mentioned him pissing his career away. “What are you going to do?” he asked. “I’ve worked a long time to make my bank one of the best in the state.”
“I’m going to handle this like an adult. I’m sure that’s pretty foreign to you,” she said. “And just for the record, John, a normal man wouldn’t be sickened by my fantasies. A normal man would treat me like a queen and be rewarded with the most amazing sex of his life until we both grew too old to care. No wonder our sex life was so boring.”
Gracie turned to walk away, prepared to make an exit while having the last word, but it didn’t work out that way.
“We had a boring sex life because I’ve been fucking my secretary across my desk every day. I didn’t have a lot left in me when I got home to you. I’ll do anything for the business, even screw every female client I have if it brings in more money.”
Gracie, along with every other person in the room, was speechless. She walked up to John with a determined stride and a don’t mess with me chip on her shoulder, pulled back her fist and punched him in the nose. Her hand hurt like hell, but seeing the spurt of blood across his white shirt was well worth the pain.
Despite feeling unprofessional, Noah could not get his mind off how attracted he was to Blair the moment he saw her. She had come in with a friend to the skydiving business he owned and was pretty much everything that he looked for in a girl. She was close to his age, late 20s, had long brown hair, blue eyes, a fit, curvy body, and an adventurous personality that he was immediately drawn to.
When Noah asked if either had ever jumped before, Kim, Blair’s friend, said she had a few times but Blair said it was her first jump.
“Don’t worry,” Noah said, “you’ll have a lot of fun and we’ll go slow since you’re new to the whole process.”
“Oh please, sometimes it’s best to just dive right in,” Blair replied, “don’t go slow for me.”
Noah thought he detected a hint of flirtatiousness in her words, but played it cool and showed the women everything they needed to know about securing the straps and then explained how the jump would take place.
Kim, a certified sky diver, jumped alone while Blair and Noah jumped tandem. The adrenaline rush combined with Blair’s closeness caused Noah’s penis to stiffen already in the plane, and he knew Blair could feel it when she smiled and slightly wiggled her hips.
The jump itself was incredible, a completely new and exhilarating experience for Blair, and for Noah the best jump of his life. Back in the office, Kim got a phone call and had to go, leaving Blair and Noah alone.
“Jesus, that was the most intense experience of my life!” exclaimed Blair. “I guess you’re used to it by now though.”
“No, today was different. I’ve never felt the rush quite like that before.” Noah said.
“Are you referring to the little reaction I noticed?”
“Oh, was it obvious?” Noah smiled. “I’d apologize, but I don’t feel one is necessary.”
“I’d have to agree with that.” Blair laughed. “I think it was entirely appropriate and only wish the jump had lasted longer.”
“Well there’s no reason we can’t pick up where we left off.”
Blair laughed again. “Yeah right, here in the office?”
“In my RV, across the parking lot. If you’re up for it, go wait for me inside. I’ll lock up here and meet you in a couple minutes.”
Noah took a step forward and kissed Blair softly, then took her hand and walked her to the door, closing it behind her.
When he got to the RV, Noah told Blair that he’d been hoping this would happen since he first saw her.
“You had a look on your face like you wanted to be fucked like a slut and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do til I’ve shot my load all across your face.”
“Well, if you that’s what you want, be a man and take it.”
Noah reached over, grabbed Blair’s waist, and pulled her tight against his body. She could feel his dick pressed against her crotch, already stiffening with desire. Her pussy immediately flooded and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his mouth. The heat of the day made them both sweat, but neither noticed as their mutual desire made everything else fade to the background.
“I want you to strip for me. Slowly show me that sexy body.” Noah said, finally breaking his lips from Blair’s.
“Yes sir”, Blair replied. She took a step back and began running her hands seductively over her body. Noah reached for his iPod remote and selected a playlist she could dance to and began rubbing his dick through his pants.
Blair danced slowly at first, swaying her hips left and right, showing off the tight body under her clothes. She was in great shape, Noah could tell, but still soft and feminine and had beautiful skin. He resisted the urge to fuck her immediately, extending the anticipation and build up. Blair continued to caress herself, periodically lifting her t-shirt slightly, showing Noah her smooth stomach and shiny belly button ring.
“Grab your tits and squeeze them together,” Noah said.
Blair did as she was told, cupping and kneading her breasts until the nipples poked out through her t-shirt. She pinched each nipple hard and let out an involuntary moan. Noah rubbed his cock harder still, relishing the sight of her nubile body, feeling his cock swell to full length.
“Now turn around, and slowly take your shirt off.”
Blair turned and began peeling her t-shirt off, revealing more and more sun bronzed skin. Once off, she tossed it on the floor and turned around, cupping her breasts in her hands.
“Show me,” Noah said, “and reach down and finger your pussy.”
Blair slowly ran her hands down her stomach and slid one down the front of her jeans. Her breasts looked incredible to Noah, not too big or small, and wonderfully perky. They were a lighter color than the rest of her body, a creamy white flesh tone. The areolas were light pink and each nipple was rigid and tilted slightly upward.
“God damn, those are nice, baby. Come over so I can suck on them.” Noah said.
Blair took a few steps towards Noah and ran her hand down his stomach before gently taking his dick in her fingers. She traced the outline of his shaft and swollen tip through his pants, feeling it swell and throb beneath the thin fabric. Noah took his time with each breast, squeezing and licking them all over. Her nipples, already hard, stiffened further and he took each gently in his mouth, biting them slightly through his lips and squeezing them between his fingers.
“Fuck, I love your tits. They’re perfect.” Noah said. Blair moaned and grabbed Noah’s head in both hands. Leaning forward she shook her upper body left and right, slapping both sides of his face with her breasts. “Oh yeah? You like that then I bet, huh?” she asked. She grabbed her breasts and traced her nipples across his face, over his cheeks and lips.
Noah turned Blair around and pushed her head forward so that she was bending down in front of him. He slapped her ass hard, then knelt and bit down on one cheek, then the other. Standing back up, he took her left hand and put it back on his cock, rubbing it together with her, then slid his other hand down the front of her pants, over the slight patch of trimmed hair, and felt her pussy for the first time. It was already wet and incredibly warm, and Noah wondered if his cock might erupt before even getting out of his pants.
Using his palm and fingers together, Noah rubbed her clit and pussy and then slid three fingers between her swollen lips and all the way inside her sopping cunt. Blair inhaled sharply, surprised and excited by the sudden penetration. She squeezed his cock hard and grabbed a handful of his hair with her other hand. With his free hand, Noah gently squeezed her throat and softly bit her neck.
“Do you like how that feels, you dirty slut? Getting fingered by a guy you just met?” he asked.
“Oh fuck, that feels good,” she answered, breathing hard, and rubbed his cock even more vigorously. Noah twisted his fingers around inside her, and began to slide them in and out, keeping pressure on her clit with his thumb. Easing his glistening fingers out of her drenched pussy, he brought his hand up to her mouth and shoved his fingers inside.
“Yeah, taste your own pussy you fucking slut” he said. “Lick my fingers clean.” Blair grabbed his wrist with both hands and sucked his fingers, one at a time, her lips becoming glazed with cunt juices.
“Mmmm, fuck that tastes good,” she said. Noah leaned forward, turned her face towards him and licked her shiny lips and then kissed her mouth hard, his hands behind her head, pulling her close.
“Get on your fucking knees and open your mouth, bitch,” Noah demanded. Almost before he finished speaking, Blair turned around, knelt down and stuck her tongue out, eagerly anticipating the taste of his engorged cock. Noah reached down, unbuckled his pants, dropped them and his boxers together, and slapped Blair hard on her smooth cheek with his dick.
“What do you think about that cock, baby? Can you handle it like the whore that you want to be? Noah asked.
“Oh my god, it’s so fucking big,” she gasped. “I want every fat inch of it down my throat.” She loved how his cock looked, the veiny shaft tapering slightly before ending in his swollen head. She ran her fingers over it, admiring its length and girth, and reached below and gently cupped his balls.
“Get to work on it, then,” he said, grabbing the back of her head with both hands and stuffing his cock in her wet mouth. He could feel the back of her throat with his tip and he began to thrust, slowly at first. Now and then he pulled his cock all the way out and slapped her tongue and mouth with it.
“Oh, shit, that mouth feels good,” he said. He pulled his dick out. “Spit on it, slut, and use both hands to jack it as fast as you can.”
She willingly complied and spat on it twice and began jacking his spit-lubed cock off into her mouth and wriggling out of her pants. “Fuck! My pussy is so wet,” she finally gasped, rubbing his stiff cock over her silky face. “You’d better know how to fuck me like the slut I am,” she said.
“Shut the fuck up,” he said. “I’ll fuck you harder than you’d imagine possible. Now put your head back against the wall and open wide.”
She did and he crouched in front of her, stretched her mouth open with both thumbs and slid his cock all the way inside, past her tongue and down her throat. “Now lick my sweaty balls, slut,” he said, and started fucking her face. He began to fuck her throat deeply, first pulling all the way out, long strands of spit connecting his cock to her open mouth, and then shoving it all the way back down her throat. He could feel her nose against his crotch and her tongue licking away at his balls each time he buried his shaft deep in her face.
By now he was sweating profusely and it dripped from his face down onto his cock and Blair’s face, mixing with her saliva and pussy juice. She licked the pre cum from the tip of his cock, searching hungrily for more. He pushed her off his cock and spat into her mouth then roughly thrust back inside her, making her choke and gag on his fat dick.
After a few more minutes of intense face fucking, Noah threw her down on the bed on her stomach and asked if she was ready to be fucked.
“God yes,” she screamed, “fuck me!”
Noah knelt above her and pulled her soaked panties down her long legs and threw them on the floor. In a single motion, he pulled his shirt off and tossed it as well. Pinning her arms over her head on the bed, he leaned down on her and slid his cock between her ass cheeks, feeling the smoothness and softness of her skin against his sensitive mushroom tip.
“Can you handle this much cock?” he asked.
“Fuck yeah, I need that cock, give it all to me” she said. Noah felt he was never going to get a bigger, harder erection in his life, so he angled his cock towards her dripping pussy and let his weight down on to her, his entire cock disappearing in her silky cunt.
“Ohhh fuck!” they said together. For a minute they stayed like that, all his weight on her, breathing hard together. “How does that feel, so deep inside?” he asked.
“Goddamn, it’s so big,” she answered, “I feel so stretched open.” Noah finally began to thrust slowly and deeply, letting all his weight down on her each time he was completely inside. “Goddamn that pussy is wet. Fuck! You want me to fill your ass too, you cock loving whore?” Noah asked.
“God, yes,” she answered, “fuck every hole, use me like a cheap whore.” Noah stuck his thumb all the way in Blair’s mouth. “Lick it baby, get it nice and wet so I can fuck your ass with it.” he said. Blair squeezed his hand and gently took his thumb in her mouth, rolling her tongue around it and flicking the tip.
Noah shoved his spit-lubed thumb in her ass and could feel his cock inside her still plowing away at her tight cunt. “Do you like being filled all the way like that?” he asked. “Do you feel like a little slut yet?”
“Oh my god, oh my god,” she repeatedly screamed as she became lost in the sensation of being so completely filled.
Noah pulled his cock out and began to slap her ass and clit with it. He rubbed it up and down from the top of her ass crack down to her clit. He paused at the bottom and rubbed it furiously on her swollen clit and stuck two fingers in her dripping pussy and one in her gaping asshole, pumping his arm furiously, producing the nastiest and sexiest squishing sounds he’d ever heard. “You fucking slut. I can’t believe you’ll let a guy do this shit right after you just met. God damn it I love it though, and your reward will be the biggest fucking load of hot cum in your face you’ve ever had.”
Blair moaned and began to feel an orgasm forming deep inside her core, and she’d never felt more dirty yet fulfilled before in her life. Noah began to rub his cock over her asshole, first up and down and then side-to-side, applying enough pressure for his tip to slide in from time to time.
“Are you ready for my cock in your ass now?” he asked. “Can you handle all of it?”
“Oh god, yes. Fuck me…fuck my ass,” she said.
Pinning her arms over her head again, Noah pushed the tip of his cock against her asshole, felt it give way to his cock, then slid the entire length deep in her ass. Tighter than her pussy, she could feel every vein on his cock as he lay on top of her, his throbbing cock balls deep.
“Oh god yeah, fuck me please, fuck me,” she moaned.
Noah wrapped his arms around Blair’s stomach and rolled them both over, so that he was lying on his back with her on top, his dick buried in her ass. He pushed her back until she was sitting up and he brought her feet up so they were on his knees.
He started to fuck her ass, each stroke harder and more urgent than the previous, his hands holding her tightly just above her hips. He reached around and cupped her tits, squeezing them hard, pinching her nipples. With one hand he reached and opened a drawer on his nightstand, and pulled out a thick purple dildo.
“Suck on this bitch so I can fuck your pussy with it,” he told Blair. He shoved it in her mouth and pumped it furiously in and out, never relenting his all out anal assault with his engorged cock. He took the dildo from her mouth and slid it down between her tits, over each rigid nipple, then down her stomach, over her belly button, and began to rub the tip of it on her swollen clit.
“Oh god, fuck both my holes please,” she said, “I want to feel completely filled with hard cock.”
“Jesus Christ, you are a nasty fucking slut,” Noah said and roughly slid the dildo all the way in her soaked snatch. He synchronized thrusts, pulling his cock and the dildo out and then shoving them deep inside her together.
“Oh my god, your ass feels so good on my cock! Fuck, I can’t hold out much longer, baby, I’m gonna have to cum.”
“Oh yeah, I want your cum, all of it,” she said.
“Where do you want it? Deep in your fucking ass? Or down your throat and all over your face?”
“I want to taste that hot cum,” she answered. “I want it all over my face so I can lick it off and swallow every last drop. Oh my god, I’m gonna cum too. Oh fuck!”
Noah realized his cock was seconds from exploding and he pulled Blair up and off of him, throwing her back on the bed. He straddled her chest, and shoved his cock back in her mouth. Pulling out, he told her to stick her tongue out and slapped it hard and fast with his cock. He jacked it furiously and with his other hand resumed fucking the shit out of her pussy with the fat dildo.
“Oh fuck!” she cried out, “I’m gonna cum, oh my god!” Her body began to writhe, wavelike, and Noah increased the pace with the dildo and jacked his cock even harder.
“Oh yeah, baby, come hard all over my hand, come everywhere.” He saw her eyes roll back in their sockets and heard a low moan, almost a growl emanate from deep inside of her. She finally climaxed, yelling and moaning and thrashing, her entire body completely out of control as if possessed.
“Oh god, oh god, oh my fucking god,” she breathed out as she slowly regained her surroundings, a glazed look in her eye. “Oh fuck yeah, jack that fucking cock. I want you to explode right in my face. Let me see that cum,” she finally managed.
Noah knew he was close and began to lose sense of time. His hand kept jacking but he felt that he almost left his body, completely lost to the pleasurable sensation. The first drops of cum landed on her chin, and then he shot three times hard, hitting the back of her throat and all across her face, his cock alive in his hands like an angry cobra.
With his orgasm he let out a loud, beast-like yell. “Oh shit, swallow my cum,” he said, finally, and collapsed on top of Blair, still shaking.
“Oh fuck,” he said.
“Oh my god, that was intense,” she said, wiping the cum off her chin with the back of her hand, then licking it off and swallowing. “That was a massive fucking load; I’ve never seen so much cum in my life.”
Noah reached down and took her face and head in his hands, gentler this time. “Jesus Christ, that was wonderful; you were unbelievable.” He started laughing. “That was the best sex of my life, and with someone I’d just met.”
“You were amazing,” she said. “I got so turned on by how you treated me like a filthy slut and used me as a sex toy for your cock.” She leaned forward and took his slowly softening dick in her hands and kissed it gently on the tip. Noah lay down behind her and took her in his arms, and together they slowly regained their breath.
That was an outburst. An unnecessary one. Mason had a plan. He was going to reinforce the importance of Ginny talking to her father about her lifestyle choices. But the audacity of her questioning was crossing a line he couldn’t ignore. Mason got out of the car and opened the door, gesturing Ginny to get out. She got out laughing and fumbling in her heels on the gravel driveway.
“Silly, I told you my house is way over there. This is just th-”
“Take. Off. Your clothes,” said Mason.
“Ginny!” called out Ginny’s father from the front door of his new mansion. “Ginny who is that?”
“Hi Daddy!” cried Ginny.
“Tell him who I am,” said Mason.
“Uh-um, Daddy! This is Mason!” Ginny shouted across the lawn. Her father made a grumpy gesture and went back into the house.
“I’m going to repeat my instructions to you because you appear to be hard of hearing.” Mason’s voice was cool, calculating. His jaw clenched. “I want you to be naked when you are at home. Home starts at this gate. You are to dress and undress here every morning and every evening so that your whole family knows you are mine twenty-four-seven… and so does the neighborhood,” he added with a miniscule smile.
“You can’t be serious? I didn’t sign on for some camping trip! I want to be a concubine. I want to be a sexual servant. I want to be loved! And this… this is preposterous!”
“Would you like to know what it’s like to be a real concubine? Right now?” he asked, completely calm. Ginny’s face changed, her eyes lightened an almost unnoticeable degree.
“Right now?” she asked.
“Right here. But I need you to take off your clothes.” Ginny complied, sensing she was about to experience something she had always dreamed of, and she was, but not this. The moment she was nude Mason pinned her over the hood of her car and whispered in her ear calculatingly. “As your dominant partner I welcome questions of any kind, given they are presented in a respectful manner.” An unscheduled exhale escaped his lips. His weight pressed upon her, with exceptional pressure where his hand held her wrists together high on her back. “This ensures learning. However, your questioning this evening in the car was rude, disrespectful and bratty. This is what happens to a concubine when they behave this way.” He smacked her with his bare hand, which, to Ginny’s inexperienced rear felt like an oar. He slapped her hard, enough so she jerked forward on the hood of the car, engine still warm, heating her torso, Mason’s hand heating her ass. For the first two hits she only made muffled gurgling noises, but she began to let out pitiful little cries. Mason let his spanking weaken, loosened his grip on her and leaned in to hear those sad sounds until they subsided and he began slapping her again. But the cry was gone and Mason felt he had made a point. Ginny began to fold her clothes and looked up at him from beneath orange strands of hair. Mrs. Johnson was standing still as death just outside her front gate three houses down and staring.
“Because of your outbursts I cannot let your previous mistake with your assignment go unpunished. But, I want things to be right with us, so your consequence will be to tell your dad everything about us. Tell him everything you did and how you want to live.” Ginny smiled, as if relieved. “This may be my body,” he said, grabbing her, “and my rules. But this is his property and you follow his rules. Tell him I said that. Let me know how it goes tomorrow.” He drove away. Ginny walked into the house, and shortly after she was shunned to the pool castle, where she already lived. She felt foolishly dirty for telling her folks, her mom seemed especially betrayed, but a part of her felt lighter.
The next morning Mason watched her from across the street, as she dressed herself. He watched her humiliated posture and slow movements. The method, clothing, and demeanor with which she dressed, on the gravel filled driveway reeked of defeat, disappointment, and delicious reluctant acceptance. After the previous evening’s screaming and yelling on the part of her parents, and strangely calm discipline administration on the part of Mason, she didn’t know what she would do wrong today, and what sort of “consequences” Mason would dream up.
“Did you tell him I respect his rules?” Mason asked right away.
“I told him something like that,” she said. Mason sighed, trying not to seem disappointed. “He seemed to get how deep you were about it but then he kicked me out,” she said.
“Well, there’s nothing you can do about that,” said Mason, nonchalantly starting the car. “He’ll come around. In the meantime, I have an assignment for us for first period, possibly all day long.”
“But school-” she protested.
“I’m arranging right now,” he said texting, “for Amanda to take notes for you. However you have to be back for the last period of the day. Mrs. Roberts will notice your absence. Your dress code is rule number one, and needs to be discussed, however your grades need to be maintained as well. I expect an A on Mr. Feldman’s History essay tomorrow.”
“Who’s Amanda?” asked Ginny with an obvious tone of jealously.
“Ginny. Your upbringing is clearly becoming a problem. While I neither discriminate against nor judge individuals who choose a path other than my own, I expect my concubine to be fully my property. You are still completing your application process and your training is so far from beginning you will long for the trials of today when it does finally progress. However, I must understand that you come from… a mother and a father, is that correct?”
“Yes Sir,” she said curtly with full knowledge of where this conversation was leading.
“I know your parents have a marital contract that stipulates monogamy. We discussed this at the mall. How were you born a submissive girl?
“It’s possible,” she said in a way that could only read that she was lying to herself. Mason determined Ginny was in far too delicate of a position on this matter for him to obtain information from her directly. Other means would be necessary.
“Your jealousy was not only apparent in your comment but uncalled for. You need to become comfortable, as soon as possible, with the idea of my having more than one concubine. Is that clear?” He asked gently.
A defeated “Yes Sir,” escaped her lips.
He drove around the outside of town and took her to a Mansion. It was his father’s. Mason too lived in the guest house of his parent’s property, but he didn’t take Ginny there. He took her to the upper most tower of the mansion where an tremendous barrel of a man lived and worked and rarely left. As soon as the two of them walked in the man greeted Mason so warmly, Ginny thought he was going to get slapped. Ginny looked at him slyly, attempting to fix her eyes on his face, but they wandered noticing various details. He wore loose fitting tweed slacks with a vest, pressed white shirt, and a cravat. His shoes were uncreased. His hands were delicate. His face was clean shaven.
“Ahhhh Mason. You grew, what is it? A quarter of an inch since I last saw you? You know that’s too long to go without your tailor! And why aren’t you in school? And do tell me: Who is this pearl of a child you’ve brought with you?” rambled the man. “Oh the colors I could dye to accentuate that hair…” he said, extending his arm to stroke a lock only to be tapped away by Mason.
“Mason,” Ginny said under her breath, “Who is this?” But the man heard her.
“Who am I? Who am I?! Why I am the Great Georgian. I am a world known tailor, commissioned to work here, for the Tearings.” Ginny looked sceptically at Mason who gestured with his eyebrows that Georgian wasn’t lying.
“I have a project for you, Georgian,” he said taking Georgian to the window and out of Ginny’s earshot. They spoke very briefly, Mason clearly giving strict orders and Georgian standing at attention. “Maybe have a few designs ready by later this week?” said Mason on his way out.
“Absolutely, Sir!” responded the Georgian, who took Ginny’s measurements while Mason waited outside. He’s such a gentleman, she thought. After Ginny’s measurements were complete they went back to Cherry Creek and went straight to the women’s department store. Ginny tried silks, designer denim mini-skirts, luxurious bras. There seemed to be no limit to what Mason could buy for her, but she was always on edge, feeling, “This must be the last thing.” By lunch Ginny had a new wardrobe and Mason took her to the concubine administration office where she was issued identification specifying her as unowned and complete with an official bar code. The office had certified tattoo specialists who could copy any bar-code and Ginny’s was tattooed on the front of her sex. Her private parts were in a huge amount of pain by this point, still healing from the piercing, and feeling the fresh scratch of the black bar code, to be seen by everyone who sees her naked, including her father. Lunch gave them enough time to get to school sometime during fifth period. The halls were empty save for the occasional janitor or teacher going in and out of bathrooms or the copy room.
Mason pulled Ginny into the boiler room and the door clicked behind him. There was no question as to what his intentions were, at least vaguely to Ginny. Mason’s shoes clicked on the floor as he walked towards her and all Ginny could think of was the keys on the rings that hung from the janitors’ belts. Mason pinned Ginny against the wall and gripped her under her short, short skirt to check for panties and grooming. All was as it should have been but his fingers lingered as Ginny took in a short breath. Unwilling to risk the possibility of her making a noise, Mason placed a hand over her mouth and whispered into her ear. Ginny’s breath slowed and she appeared to calm at the sound of his cool, low, carefully placed words.
“You are caged by my body and have nowhere to run. I’m going to remove my hand and you will be quiet, are we clear?” Ginny nodded, a tear forming in one eye. Mason removed his hand and Ginny gasped for air from within the confines of his enormous limbs and tilted head. She’d always admired his physique, and now she knew why. The sense of helplessness he gave her was overwhelmingly delicious. She would have done anything he’d asked for at that moment. She’d already forgotten about the janitors’ keys, sixth period, dress code. She was his in the moment only. She was fixated on Mason’s hands, one of which was still stroking under her skirt, causing a great deal of pain when it passed over her fresh piercing and tattoo but immediately afterward providing intense pleasure, teasing her, touching her only superficially. But the circumstances of the situation, the closet, his huge body, getting caught, the pain, made her so excited she called out. Mason’s hand landed over her lips and with a sharp thwack he muffled her pleasure, placing the other hand over her shoulder and turning her around, holding both her wrists behind her back. He used his belt to secure them.
By this point the heat of the room had Ginny’s fair skin severely flushed. Mason pressed her face up against a warm pipe, and she shuddered again. He must have known how hypnotic his whispering was.
“Has anyone ever put anything in your ass before, Ginny?” he asked. Ginny shook her head, scared and unprepared psychologically for the experience ahead of her.
“We’re going to play with your ass a little bit right now,” he said. He was pressing her face into the pipe and talking through his teeth into her ears. “Spread your legs and stick out your ass,” he said, and as she did he lifted her skirt above her hips and squeezed her hips, parting her, and pulling her open. It was hard to see in that room but Mason could still make out the intense coloring of Ginny’s sex. Her outer labia were porcelain white, just as was the rest of her, the exterior of her inner labia were a deep pink, but her insides were a near magenta, and her asshole was nearly perfectly porcelain with just a hint of pink around the edge. Mason shoved his hands deep into Ginny’s mouth, coaxing up a good deal of saliva and running his fingers across her ass, pulling at its circumference, first with one finger, then two, then three. Her ability to relax without any experience was spectacular. He put his fingers back in her mouth for a good cleaning.
“The bell will ring shortly,” he said looking at his watch and putting his belt back on. “Your assignment, due this weekend, will be to prepare your ass for my cock. We have one more shopping trip after school to assist you with this.” Mason left the boiler room and the passing bell rang. Ginny walked out shortly after him and everybody stared at her. Had they known what she’d done? She felt the imprint of the pipe on her hot face. She attempted to straighten her hair and while doing so she realized: What am I so ashamed of? She walked to class with a hint of self confidence that was new to her. Even though she sought to belong entirely to someone else, her sexuality never felt so much her own.
After school Ginny dutifully slipped into Mason’s passenger seat. “So what lies ahead, Sir?” she asked.
“Sinsations? Isn’t that a stripper store?” asked Ginny.
“Ohhhh Ginny. It’s far more than that. You won’t be shopping for outfits, but you will be shopping for a minimum of five things in each of the following three categories: implements of discipline, restraints, and toys. You must be clear about what category you are placing something in. Understand?” Ginny shook her head that she did and began wandering around the store with her basket. Mason leaned against the wall and observed her behavior. At first she wandered only around the main open section, taking in the experience of the store. It was nothing like what she’d imagined, with its carpeted floors, friendly staff, and general department store feel to it. In this open section she looked at basic toys, dildos, vibrators, and plugs, reading the boxes and examining the products. In the corner of the store stood a room labeled “BDSM.” Ginny quickly selected a few insertables and was pulled to the BDSM section where she found all sorts of toys. Far more than she could ever ask Mason to purchase for her, she thought, and began thinking of ways in which one could improvise. Panties could serve as a gag, for example. But some things, were to be made with the utmost care, she thought, some things could not simply be fashioned on the scene. She chose a beautiful Koa wooden paddle, and simple but elegant kangaroo hide whip. She returned to the first section and selected a vibrator, dildo, and butt plug. Those were her toys.
As she lingered in the BDSM room there were all sorts of items that caught her attention as she fantasized about punishment, infractions, and discipline. She wandered through the isles feeling the various materials and Mason realized she was daydreaming and needed to be redirected. He approached her swiftly from behind and, looking in her basket, over her shoulder, he gripped all the hair from one side of her head to the other.
“What have you selected?” he asked in a normal tone. He startled Ginny and worked hard at trying to hide how pleased he was with his own stealth. Once Ginny composed herself she began describing the articles in her basket with much self-involved detail about how this grove or vein or fall might awaken her senses. She was very clear that each of the items in her basket were to be in the “toy” category. The last toy was a butt plug and Ginny’s descriptions of it were centered less around herself (which is what Mason had hoped for for this category), but more centered around its features, bells, and whistles.
“Ginny. Why didn’t you ask a salesperson or myself to help you?” he asked.
“I wanted you to think I knew about that stuff,” Ginny replied shyly.
“This morning you told me you’ve never had anything in your ass. I doubted it briefly because you were so receptive, but clearly I was wrong to doubt you.” He grabbed her by the chin and pulled her face firmly up to his and spoke very smoothly and distinctly. “No lying. No hiding. Anything. Ever.” It was as if the world shut down around Ginny. The store blurred around her. The voices and sounds melted into indistinguishable noises until all she heard were those short sentences from Mason. All she saw was his face until he released Ginny’s chin and snapped his fingers. Two sales people arrived almost instantaneously and presented themselves to him.
“I will need a set of graduated crystal anal plugs delivered to room number one please,” and the two staff members disappeared as quickly as they materialized. Mason placed one finger through the ‘O’-ring in Ginny’s collar and tugged on it. Ginny instantly knew she was to follow and he led her to a corner to the store she hadn’t noticed, behind a wall. There was a hallway of doors, and the very first was inscribed with an “M.” Mason wasn’t sharing any information with her, he wasn’t explaining anything, he wasn’t even looking at her. She knew she was in trouble. She didn’t mean to lie, but that didn’t really matter. When they arrived at the door another shop worker arrived with them to unlock the door and as they walked in he asked Ginny to surrender her basket.
“Do you think I don’t know how all this works?” asked Mason, leaning into the employee, using his stature to his advantage. The boy ran off and Mason led Ginny in, who was terrified of what consequences lie ahead. Mason read her silence as obedience, and her behavior was obedient, but psychologically she was in a daze, rummaging through all the possibilities. What could he do to her in that little room? Had she made a selection with one of her “toys” that will undoubtedly seal her fate? Remembering the morning’s spanking and the heat of the car, remembering this morning’s session in the boiler room up against the hot pipe, Ginny felt her face begin to flush. She was mortified that Mason caught her in her lie so easily, she felt humbled by her failure to be less than acceptable, and she was starting to perspire, wondering if her choice of paddle would in fact be a toy or not or maybe Mason would come up with something more creative, more deviant, more twisted. Mason led her in by her collar and positioned her in the corner of the room. The room was lined entirely with mirrors, with one wooden chair in the corner, and just a few basic items hanging from the wall. The graduated plugs were laid out on a table for him and waiting. Mason took a seat in the chair and crossed his legs. He looked at Ginny for an uncomfortable amount of time during which she fidgeted but could not meet his eyes.
“Ginny. How do you feel right now?” he asked her.
“I feel… I… um. I…” No coherent statement managed to escape her lips.
“Take of your clothes,” said Mason.
“Here?” asked Ginny.
In one motion Mason stood up pulling the whip in a rounded swoop from the basket. He stepped towards Ginny, pulled her skirt down, unhooked her bra, and turned her around. He snapped the whip several times in the air, and leaned into Ginny.
“Every noise you make will cost you.” The whip cracked Ginny’s skin again and again. With each strike a lazy mark would emerge upon her flesh seconds later. Some marks bled, some didn’t. No noise came from Ginny’s mouth. When he saw her body slacken significantly he stopped and sat back down at his chair. Ginny didn’t move from her position save for an occasional twitch or tremble.
“Let’s try this again. Take off your clothes,” he said in a normal tone. Ginny pulled the skirt from her ankles off. She dropped her bra to the floor. “Face me. Put your hands behind your back,” Ginny obeyed. “How do you feel?”
Ginny stood before Mason with her head high for a few moments as she searched her mind desperately for the correct answer. Mason watched her shoulders lower, he watched her brow drop, her posture become crooked, and her chin begin to quiver. She began to wring her hands behind her back and again, no response.
Later that morning Celeste was once more dressed in her male garb as Terence addressed her. “We still have funds for a week or two, perhaps we need not look to our trade for a while.”
Celeste retorted hotly “We need money for our own purposes also. Remember that I at least don’t intend to remain in this profession all my life!” His relaxed, to her eyes lazy, attitude provoked her to her old independence. She would not be told how to conduct their affairs if it was so clearly ill-considered. Her mood was not helped by the frustration she was still feeling after the morning’s denial of release.
They argued back and forth, but Terence had to admit their ultimate aim was to build up funds for their different purposes, and they should not use up all the proceeds of each interception. So Celeste had her way in that, and also in their choice of destination. “We must get far away from Norwich” she had argued cogently. They would head through Thetford to Cambridge next, and then eventually on to Bristol where she had some acquaintances down by the docks.
Finally Celeste contrived to slip away, claiming she was going to see to the horses, whilst Terence was settling the bill. She slipped quietly into the stable, checked that none was around, and sneaked into a corner of a stall. There she quickly brought herself off, her fingers working deftly under her skirts. But although she came, it really didn’t satisfy her. As she was rearranging her skirts she caught the stable-boy peering at her from the next stall and wondered how much he had seen. It was of no concern to her, she was quite brazen enough to like the idea of a secret audience. She paused as she was passing the stall where he pretended to work, looking at his breeches to see if she could see any sign of arousal. She could see none, but nevertheless smiled wickedly as she said “I hope you’re having an entertaining day, boy.” She stifled a laugh as he blushed.
So they settled their bill and departed. Celeste glimpsed the young stable-lad again as they rode out and gave him the most outrageous wink, being rewarded once again with his scarlet face. Perhaps when we pass here again, she thought … he clearly is ripe for some education in certain arts.
On the road each of them dwelt quietly in their own thoughts for a while. Terence was pondering his new-found mastery, glancing frequently towards his slave. Unfortunately for him, in her own cogitations his slave was plotting to become distinctly un-slavish once again. She was determined to reassert some independence. It was not, she told herself, that she would renege on her surrender. After all, that surrender was wonderful in itself, she remembered, and the memories stirred her yet again. But Terence, older though he was, still had so much to learn. Surely it was her duty to teach him in between her times of surrender? Thus she arrived at a rationale which satisfied her.
The day was dull and dreary as they rode towards Cambridge. They came across one coach too suddenly to make “arrangements”, and to their chagrin had to let it pass. In the forests around Thetford they made camp for the night. They were both tired and sore from the day’s riding, and after eating a cold supper they huddled together for warmth, falling quickly asleep.
The morn dawned bright and warmer. Celeste, awaking first and seeing Terence still sound asleep, decided here was a perfect opportunity. She sneaked away to fetch a length of rope. When she returned, she made a noose and slipped it over one of his wrists surreptitiously, then snuggled against him, managing to get him to roll over a little so that she could tie both wrists together, crossed in the small of his back. As she tugged the knot tighter he awoke, not immediately aware of his predicament. Celeste stood and moved to look down on him. “Did Master sleep well?” He blinked up at her, still heavy with sleep. “Uh, yes.”
“MISTRESS has a little surprise in store”. She kicked him lightly on the thigh, and trying to move he realised he was tied. His face immediately reddened with anger, and to her discomfort she saw that there was also a sadness and disappointment. She couldn’t bear that. It was far from her intention to make him sad. But she would soon have him happy again! Her confidence in her own power to pleasure him was supreme. “What in God’s name are you doing Celeste?”
She tried to explain a little. “Terence. I AM your slave. I will serve you. But …” She faltered in her attempt to explain as he listened in intense concentration. “I cannot, not yet anyway, not for a long time, perhaps not ever … I cannot be only your slave. I also have to command and be obeyed. I know you felt that need these last two days, your need to be Master. Can you not understand my need?”
He shook his head. No, he could not understand her.
She almost relented then, but she knew if she submitted to him now, devoted her whole life to him as slave and only slave, she would always feel a part of her deprived. And although she would be a happy slave there would be a void, a need unfulfilled. Their relationship must not have such imperfections, it must be complete. She loved him with all her heart, now finally she could acknowledge to herself that she would always love him. And it was necessary that they be complete. It was no longer arrogance that drove her, but a certainty that their strange love must find its wholeness in all ways. How could she tell him this? She tried to explain it, stumbling over her words, sometimes tears in her eyes when he could not comprehend what she was saying. At least he could see that she loved him in earnest.
Terence, trying to grasp what she meant, began to gain some measure of understanding of her feelings. But he had not had her long experience of a life of such strange drives, and switches, and complex interactions. He took comfort from the final, evident depth of her love, but he was still superficially angry with what she was doing. He ground out “So what is it you intend to do with me Celeste?”
“MISTRESS!” she flung back. “I intend to be your Mistress … for a little while. And if … if at the end you do not willingly submit to sometimes serve me, I promise I will be your slave uninterrupted forever, or for as long as you want me!” Now she felt cold fear. She had to succeed in this one opportunity to show him that he could serve her as happily as she could serve him.
She knelt down and pulled his face to hers, kissing him fiercely, and to her relief his mouth opened in response. She pushed in her tongue before he could have her mouth, stridently taking possession. He fought her tongue but she would not yield until she pulled away, leaving them both panting from the fury of the kiss. She smiled into his eyes. “Terence love. You can be my slave.” Damn, it was too soon, why had she said that now!
Celeste rolled him over onto his back and dragged his breeches off, began kissing his legs, his thighs, toying around but not touching cock or balls until he was straining his erection. “That’s not what Mistress wants yet, not what slave needs yet.” she cooed at his ear, rolling him now onto his belly, which he was helpless to prevent. Pushing down inside her breeches she moistened her fingers in her dripping cunt and pushed at his asshole. He tightened and grunted out a protest “Get off me woman. Not that!” But her forefinger slid slowly, inexorably into him until her knuckles pushed up against his ass. She crooked the finger and rotated it gently left and right, cooing behind his back “Terence, be my good slave. Mistress loves you.” Her tone, not her words, made it easier for him to accept her ministrations, despite his embarrassment. Her left hand dipped to gather more lubrication from herself and spread it into him, so that she could slide two fingers in, then three. She worked patiently, gently, opening him up and pleasuring, feeling then for the spot she knew would tip him over, make him hers. There! She had it, felt him push back against the probing finger, heard his groans of pure pleasure now.
Terence finally gave himself up to the pleasure of it. He had no room left for disappointment, for anger, for embarrassment. Pleasure was engulfing him. He rode back wantonly against her fingers.
Celeste moved her left hand between his thighs, caressing his balls as she continued to thrust her fingers into him. She felt the final tightening of cock and balls, then grasped the base of his shaft and pulled back sharply. His cock pulsed in her hand as he came, groaning loud pleasure. “Good boy, slave. Mistress is so happy.”
She lapped and sucked his cum from her fingers, then knelt to clean his cock thoroughly with tongue and lips. Then she untied his wrists and rubbed the circulation back as he lay there. Pulling off her breeches she lay against him, holding tight. After a while he turned half over to face her, his expression dreamy, almost awed.
Now this was the acid test! Could he admit he had surrendered for at least this occasion? She asked him, quietly, “Terence, will you say ‘Thank you Mistress’?”
He answered “Thank you …” then added a mumbled “Mistress”. After all, he thought, it’s just a word, and she wants to hear it. Yet at the back of his mind he was aware it meant more than that to him as well as her.
Her smile, so incredibly radiant, rewarded him. She realised and accepted that she could not remain Mistress long. He would feel the need to reassert his Mastery in very short shrift. But it was done. Their relationship was set. She to serve him … but sometimes, just sometimes, he would serve her in his turn. Still tasting him, she stroked his shoulder and chest idly. Her voice vibrated with emotion as she replied with a quiet “Thank you slave!”
There I was. Walking. Walking down the dark Corvallis streets wondering why they weren’t better lit. ‘At least I can see the stars,’ thought the young man I once was. After walking around for fourty-three minutes my predestination is presented to me. Alan’s house, at least it was according to the e-mail I received, stood before me.
Trepidation. I can back out. My cock hungry feet move forward. Desire. Before I can knock on the door a naked man appears in the doorway. He looks at the world hesitantly and at me hungrily. His white skin seemed to reflect the tiny light at the end of the street in much the same way the stars twinkled that night. His salt and pepper hair was greatly receded, at least on top. The man boobs that hung from his chest were oddly feminine and greatly his most erotic feature. Without a word I wrapped my arms around his rotund, yet not flabby, midsection and began to suck on those round orbs of flesh. After a moment a slight moan escaped from his lips and he put his thick, powerful, hands gently on my shoulders. With a light squeeze to that area where your neck and your shoulders meet, the briefest of massages to that area where my tension is stored, he detached this suckling babe from his teat and looked deeply in my eyes.
The piercing blue cutting into me caused my clothes to feel tight to my crotch. “Cum in my ass,” jutted from my mouth as I pulled down my shorts allowing my cock to jut from my body. Getting to my knees I felt those powerful hands still on my shoulders guide me down, turning, pushing. My face found its place on the floor. The kind man lifted me a moment and slid my shorts under my cheek and placed me back to my rightful place. Face on the floor, ass in the air, I never felt so normal as his thick shriveled cock grew before me like those pills you put in a bath to form the shape of dinosaurs. This was no dinosaur, but another large reptile. He slithered his python deep into my dark opening. I cry out in pain filled pleasure. I feel something wet trickle down my taint onto my balls as he shoves my briefs in my mouth as a pseudo-gag. It does little to curtail the cries of pain and the screams of pleasure. His mighty hands roam out from my shoulder blades and down my arms before resting on my hands. His entwine mine as he lays the whole of his weight down across my back. My hips, my ass, stay in the air as my quadriceps burn under the weight of our passion. His balls hung low like an inverted metronome, yet it kept time to his barrage of fucks all the same. His breasts pressed against my back, his hands interlocked with mine, the heat of his breath against the nape of my neck, his balls bouncing into mine like those transfer of energy balls in a psychiatrist’s office, would have put me into a state of perpetual arousal if I had not shot my seed over the floor under me all the way up to my neck, some of it getting stuck to my beard.
I lay myself submissively down into my spunk. I lay prone screaming my encouragement for him to finish. I tell him I am now his. I’m his cum slut. His cum dumpster. The receptacle of his seed. He may take me at any time in any place. I am his. He continues to take me in the entry way. My sphincter feels as though I have shoved amber after amber from a campfire up there simply to cool them off. I need to cool this amber. I need his cum. I whine to him. I tell him I need his cum. Not only am I a receptacle, I am a receptacle that needs to be filled. At that moment I realized I never wanted to feel empty again.
My erection painfully reemerges. Expanding even though it is pinned to the floor by the weight of two men. I begin gushing almost immediately upon the expansion of my penis. The cum mixing with the pool of sweat and jizz that I am laying in as the titted and sweaty man continues to fill me to completion. My anus feels numb and I want nothing more than to die in this euphoria. I can barely breath and can no longer express my delight and approval. He bites down hard on my neck. The place I store my tension. He doesn’t draw blood but it feels like he would if he bit down any harder. As his strong jaws hold me in my place sperm floods my cock chasm. I have just enough strength to moan my gratitude at this masterful lover.
“Don’t get too comfortable there,” came a husky voice.
‘How can he talk while he is biting my neck,’ I wondered. The pressure on my neck lifted. Barely able to turn my head I see a tall muscled man rubbing his erection.
‘How could he be there when he is on top of me,’ I questioned in my head. A feeling of something being removed from my ass was felt. I was empty. I felt so alone as a weight was lifted from my being.
The husky voice was heard again, “Don’t fall asleep yet. I’m Alan, the one you e-mailed. What you’ve walked into is a Craigslist two for one special. Let’s get you and this hallway cleaned up.”
I felt something moist stick to my back and a hand playfully smack the cheeks of my ass. I struggle to raise myself as two angels take my hands and drape my arms around their necks. They support me around my back and drag me further into the depths of this heaven. I may never leave. My eyes close.
This continues the story from chapters 1 & 2 and introduces some more D/s elements. I would again like to thank Hatsuda for his editing expertise and encouragement.
The bed was empty when I woke next morning, but I could smell coffee brewing. I threw on a gown and ambled down to the kitchen where Mum was fixing breakfast. I padded up behind her and wrapped her in my arms from behind, kissing her behind her right ear.
“Morning, gorgeous,” I whispered.
Mum turned in my arms. She looked rather drawn and hesitant, but still managed, “Morning yourself, handsome. Look Jesse, we need to …”
I put my finger against her lips, doing my mindreading act. “I agree; we do need to talk, but breakfast first. I’m starving.”
“Okay honey, but I want you to know how much I love you and how much you mean to me.”
“Me too, Mum, I’m desperately and helplessly in love with you, and nothing you can say is going to change that. I want you to know that you’re not only stunningly beautiful, you’re smart, funny, elegant, you have a magic personality, a body to die for, and, oh god, are you sexy. I’m totally smitten.”
Her face relaxed and she kissed me, warm and sweet with the tip of her tongue just stroking along my lips, and I returned the compliment. Mum smiled and said, “Now let me go you big ape or we’ll never get breakfast. I couldn’t bear to have a starving lover.”
I sat and read the paper, making fatuous comments about the news headlines, until we had breakfast, exchanging small talk. Then we cleared up, and I took Mum’s hand and led her into the lounge.
“Okay, Mum, about last night. Will you go first?”
“Oh Jesse, this is so hard for me; it’s something I wanted to keep hidden from you because I feared that you would think I was some kind of deviant or pervert and not want to be with me any more. I felt so vulnerable, but then you forced it out of me … no, that’s not fair – I found myself in a place where I couldn’t hide any more and I needed to let it all out.”
“Mum I …”
This time it was her turn to put her finger against my lips.
“Please, honey, I need to tell you, and it’s best for me if I let it all go at once, then you can make your judgement.”
I was about to comment but thought better of it and I let it go.
“Jesse, I’ve known for a very long time, for ever, I think, that there’s some kind of submissive element in my makeup. When I was a child, my father was a strict disciplinarian, and I knew I had no choice but to obey him. That led me to believing that I couldn’t think for myself and I had to obey. You’re studying psychology, so you’d know about that sort of thing.”
I nodded, but again kept quiet.
“Jesse, I’m very good at what I do professionally. That’s not conceit; it’s a recognition of my own strengths in a particular field, and I’m very confident of my abilities in that area. It’s stressful and getting more so, but I can handle that sort of stress. When it comes to my emotional life, though, I’ve always been a mess. I have no confidence in myself, and I’ve so needed someone I can trust absolutely so that I can let go of all my inhibitions and be who I want to be. I need to be able to surrender myself to someone I can rely on and give that person complete control over me, and let go of all my responsibilities in my emotional life. Not all the time, maybe, but when we are together and I can submit to you. Perhaps that can also help to build my resilience to deal with my professional stress.”
I had read something of the nature of dominance and submission, and a fully formed understanding came to me that my beautiful mother loved me far more than just as a mother. What was more, she wanted to please me and would do anything I wanted. At the same time, I knew that I loved her deeply and wanted to be with her. It also started to dawn on me that being able to dominate my beautiful, sexy mother and to have her willingly submit herself to me was extraordinarily potent and, potentially dangerously intoxicating. Even as we sat and talked, my stiffening cock let me know how exciting this was.
“Honey, the idea of being able to give up responsibility for myself and to have you take control is my reward. I can abandon myself to you completely, give up all responsibility and even ‘be nothing’. I wouldn’t have to ‘be myself’ but just allow you to take control of my body and my mind.”
“Oh god, Mum, do you realise what you are saying?”
“Yes, Jesse, I’ve given this a lot of thought; it’s been with me for most of my life, and it’s only now that I can start to let it out. You see, my love, my first need is for someone I can really trust.”
“Does that mean that you couldn’t possibly submit to someone that you didn’t have an intimate emotional connection with? Someone, perhaps who is a “professional” dominant?”
“No, never, Jesse. You are the only person I can possibly trust at this depth to accept my surrender and keep me safe. Just being able to let go and put myself wholly into your hands is a huge satisfaction for me, and, depending on what you do to me, I think it would also be incredibly sexy.” She smiled, pouted and blew me a kiss.
“Wow, Mum, this is unbelievably hot, but you need to understand that I have no experience as a dominant. Even so, if we’re able to really communicate with each other and learn as we go, we could really make this work. I know that I will need to listen to what you need to tell me and to read all the other signs from you. If that is really what you want, then I do, too.”
“You’re right, we can learn together and I’m completely certain there won’t be any problem with this, Jesse my love. I trust you totally, and you can do absolutely anything that you want. “
“Mum, please be careful – you’re giving me a blank cheque to do anything I like.”
“Yes, honey that’s just what I am doing,” she replied without a trace of hesitation.
“Okay, Mum, but we need to establish a few boundaries.”
“No, honey, I trust you totally.”
“Hmm. Okay, so you will do everything I say?”
Without hesitation she replied, “Yes, of course.”
“You will suck my cock?”
You will let me control your orgasms and not cum until I allow you to?”
“Let me use your arse?”
“Let me tie you up and caress your whole body?”
“Yes.” Mum started to shiver with anticipation.
“Cum on your face and tits?”
“Yes.” Her shivering increased.
“Make you have sex with another woman?”
“Oh, I’ve never thought about that, but, yes if it pleases you, and if it was someone that I felt okay with.”
“Not good enough, Mum. If it was some old tramp that I picked up off the street?”
Her voice now became quiet and low. “I guess so, if that’s what you want.”
“Publicly humiliate you?”
Her voice now became hoarse and tears started to form in her eyes. “Yes.”
“Brand you, pierce you or have you tattooed?
“Yes.” Her voice was now even quieter and broken with tears.
“Share you with other men for their pleasure?”
“Yes, if that is what you really need.”
“Make you have sex with animals?”
“Yes.” Her voice was now so low that I could hardly hear.
In my arrogance, I barked, “Louder, mother, I didn’t hear you!”
“Yes”, she screamed through her tears, seemingly without hope.
Mum stood in front of me, her head bent down, her shoulders slumped and tears rolling down her face, a picture of misery. Then it suddenly hit me with almost physical force. This gorgeous, sexy yet vulnerable woman had offered herself to me without any limits, and I had just pole vaulted over any reasonable boundaries and abused our relationship to the point where my words had caused her anguish and pain. How could I possibly justify the demands I had just made?
I moved slowly towards her and took her hands in mine. “Oh god, Mum, I am so very sorry – could you ever bring yourself to forgive me?” I said with my voice now starting to choke up.
Now she completely astonished me as she looked up with an expression of amazement on her face. “Oh no, Jesse, no, you must NOT blame yourself for this. I was the one who insisted that there should be no limits and that boundaries weren’t necessary. You tried to persuade me and I wouldn’t listen. I got so distressed because I realised that there were some things that I couldn’t face but I couldn’t say ‘no’ because I’d given you carte blanche to do as you like.”
I looked at Mum and suddenly started laughing. “Oh dear, oh dear, Mum, we are a prize pair, aren’t we? I love you so much and I wouldn’t do anything to harm you.”
Mum laughed through her tears in reply. “I bet I love you more. So there!”
“Hmm, I don’t know about that, but we’ve got the rest of our lives to find out who loves who the most.”
She came into my arms and pressed her body closely to mine. I could feel the swell of her beautiful tits and the hard points of her nipples thrusting into me as she ground her pussy against me.
“Jesse, master, please take me. I want you so much.”
“Okay, my pet, just allow me a few more words, then I’m going to fuck you so hard my cum will squirt out of your ears.”
“Ooh, yes, please darling, that sounds really good.”
“First, though, Carole, let me say that I find the whole idea of bestiality totally repulsive. I’d rather cut my own cock off than submit you to that.”
She laughed. “Oh no, don’t do that. I need him urgently; what would I do without your lovely cock?”
“Well, I’m sure you won’t have to find out. As well, I’m totally selfish and I have absolutely no intention of sharing you with any other guy. I do have this fantasy of seeing you with another woman, though, but it MUST be someone who you find attractive.”
Mum shivered in my arms, this time with pleasure and made little murmurs of encouragement.
“As to marking you in any hard way, I would hate to see your gorgeous body defiled, so piercing, branding, tattooing or anything else like that is out of the question.”
“Even if I want someone to tattoo me with a little sign that says ‘property of Jesse’,” she laughed.
“Yes, even that. Now don’t interrupt, slut, your master is talking.”
“Yes sir,” she replied meekly, but with an undertone of laughter.”
“Now, where was I? Oh yes, I won’t publicly humiliate you either – that would be quite unfair as I know you have a high profile in some very straight circles.” My mind tripped over the idea of a straight circle, but I continued, “Even so, I wouldn’t be averse to a little private humiliation, kept strictly behind closed doors. I see you being naked with a collar and a lead, and a vibrating butt plug with an artificial tail attached to it, and I could lead you around the house with you on all fours.”
Mum gave a very passable imitation of a dog barking. “Ooh yes, then I really could be your little bitch!”
“Master, I know you’ve got some other things to say, but I’m just about coming apart at the seams. Would you be really kind to your slut and take her to bed and give her the hard fucking that she deserves?”
I needed no further encouragement, and within a few minutes we were naked on her king size bed.
“How do you want me, master?” she gasped.
“On your back, spread your legs and pull your ankles up to your shoulders.”
“Mmm yes, please, don’t take too long” she whimpered.
I had seen a damp patch on the gusset of her panties as she had hurriedly stripped, but I needed to check how ready she really was. I stroked my right index finger along her slit, from her puckered arsehole along her moist and excited inner lips to her clit, now standing proud from its sheath. She gasped as I did so, shaking and quivering in anticipation. This time I knew no preliminaries were needed, and I lined up my rigid and throbbing cock with her glorious cunt, just resting the head lightly on the entrance. This made her moan and push her hips forward in an effort to get me into her hot hole.
So as not to disappoint her, with one solid thrust I impaled my shaft into her steaming wet cunt. Her pussy muscles grabbed at me as I did so and she screamed with the overwhelming sensation of being filled with cock. I started with long slow thrusts, almost (but not quite) withdrawing my cock from her, which caused her to gasp with need.
“Take it all, slut,” I demanded, “you wanted it hard, and that’s just how you’re going to get it.”
I then changed gear, using short, fast, hard strokes that caused her to thrash around on the bed and fling her head from side to side. I knew that neither of us would last very long, and I heard her gasps turn to moans.
“Oh god yes, master, fuck your bitch and make her cum. Do me as hard as you can. Oh yes, more, more, more, please don’t stop, I’m so close to cumming.”
I changed again with long hard thrusts that stroked across her clit and she started to come apart. At the same time, I could feel my balls drawing up and the tingling at the base of my cock told me I would cum at any moment. The velvet vice of her cunt squeezed me as I continued my increasingly feverish thrusts. I knew that I couldn’t hold back for much longer and slammed into her with my balls slapping against her arse. My cum raced up my cock and I shouted in joy and triumph as it flooded into her.
That was enough to send her over the top. She screamed incoherently and her nails raked down my back as ecstasy overtook her and her floodgates opened. She first went into a violent spasm, then howled as the orgasm overtook her, and she flooded my cock with her love juice. I stayed with her legs on my shoulders until my cock shrank and oozed out of her soaking pussy, releasing a trickle of our combined juices.
I rolled over and moved up the bed and took Carole in my arms, kissing her softly. To my surprise and delight, she disengaged and slid her soft silky body down mine until she was able to take my shrunken cock in her mouth and lick me completely clean.
“A good slut should always make sure her master is clean and tidy”, she whispered and moving back up my body, snuggled her head into my neck. Then she playfully wiped her fingers across her ears and laughed. “No cum, master – maybe I wasn’t quite good enough for you.”
“Slut or no slut, Mum, I love you so much I sometimes feel like bursting when I’m close to you. You are so damned sexy that I can get a first grade hard on just thinking about you.”
“Really?” she replied with laughter again in her voice. “Well, don’t let it go to waste. Just tell me and I’ll find something inventive to do with it – better still, show me,” she giggled.
We returned to the kitchen and sat drinking coffee.
“Mum, there are a couple of other things we need to sort out. First, you need a safe word so that if I do anything, repeat anything you don’t like, I will stop. Guaranteed.”
“Okay, honey, – what sort of a safe word?” She hesitated and then laughed. “I know, how about ‘turnip’?”
“Turnip?” I queried, “Well, yeah, I guess.”
“Honey, neither of us is likely to scream in the height of our passion, ‘oh god, give me more of your beautiful turnip,” she laughed.
“No, I can see that, or to say, ‘Mmm, you have such a beautiful turnip’. No that should work very well. The other thing is that it would help to have some sort of signal to know when you’re feeling submissive, when you just want to laugh and play and fool around, and when you’re serious and in full on ‘mother’ mode.”
“Okay, Jesse, do you have any ideas?
Well, yes, I do, but it might be a little inconvenient for you.”
“Try me and see.”
Well, when you have your hair up in a French roll, I’ll know you are really serious and no messing about. When your hair just flows freely around your shoulders, I’ll know you want to play or for us to just be together and enjoy each other’s company. And if you wear it in a pony tail, I’ll know you want me to dominate you. How does that sound?”
Mum stroked her hand across her head, with her hair down to her shoulders. “Sounds good to me – let’s try it out.” Then she stood and came to sit on my lap. “Now stop talking and kiss me, Jesse.”
Which we did, a long, sweet kiss with our tongues lazily swirling together, enjoying the sensuous feelings and sense of belonging to each other.
“One last thing, Mum,” I said ignoring her shaking her head with her eyebrows raised to heaven. “I’d like to keep calling you Mum when we’re close together like this and also when the situation is formal. But I’d also like to call you Caroline sometimes, particularly when we’re close and hot and sexy.”
“Okay, but don’t forget that I want to be your slut, honey. When you dominate me, you can call me slut, bitch, tramp, whore or anything else you choose and it will actually help me to know that I have given myself to you to be your plaything. Then I can feel free.” With this, she kissed me again, hard and needy, with her tongue deep in my mouth. “I love you, Jesse/master, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving it to you.”
We spent the rest of the day in a wholly domestic scene, talking, playing, laughing, kissing, and for me, enough studying to salve my conscience. We made love softly and gently that evening, delighting in each other’s bodies, and both of us slept soundly.
I woke early the next morning (Sunday) with a powerful morning woody, pressed hard into the cheeks of Carole’s sumptuous arse, and I knew then what direction we were going to take. Carole woke slowly, yawned and wiggled her arse against me.
“Mmm, morning sweetie, apart from the obvious, how are you feeling this morning?”
“Great, thanks Mum. So great, that I want to ask you something. Later, I guess as your dom, I might demand it, but first time I’ll ask; I’d love to take you up your gorgeous arse.”
Mum stiffened a bit, but said, “Okay Jesse, but …”
“What’s the problem, Mum?”
“Well, I’m not exactly an anal virgin, honey; Denzel took me there just once. He just shoved his cock into my arse and it was so brutal it hurt like fire. I screamed in pain; I thought he was trying to split me in half, and I never allowed him to do it a second time. He wasn’t happy about it, but I wasn’t going to go through that again.”
“Hmm, yeah, I can understand that. Now, I’m not an expert, but I do know that we need to do some preparation. I need to stretch you, gently but progressively, and you need to be able to relax your sphincter muscle. We need to get some practice in so that we can both enjoy the real thing.”
“Okay, honey.” Mum was rather uncertain, but I pressed on.
“First things first, I feel like a shower, and I love showering with you.” Mum grinned, and I continued, “I’ll be happy to wash your hair for you, then I’ll start by using just one nice soapy, slippery finger in your butt.”
We were soon in the shower; I shampooed her hair and she coo-ed appreciatively. Then we soaped each other thoroughly with lots of giggles and sensuous touches. I used the hand spray to spray warm water into Carole’s open pussy and she squealed with delight. “Ooh you are a bad boy, but that is so nice.”
“Okay, sweet cheeks, now let’s see how we go with your arse. Hold onto the rail, spread your legs and bend over as far as is comfortable.”
I could see her little brown puckered hole and bent down to run my tongue across it. Carole gasped and panted, “Ooh yes that feels so good,” but then gasped even more as I rolled my tongue sideways and pushed it gently into her arsehole.
“My god, what are you doing?” she screamed.
“What does it feel like?”
“It’s so different. I didn’t even imagine that this could be possible, it feels so naughty but so good,” she moaned.
“Okay, now I’ll try again, and just see if you can relax the muscle and let me in a bit further.”
This time, Carole consciously relaxed her sphincter a little and I was able to get my tongue a bit further in. She squealed and gasped with pleasure.
“Now let’s go to the next step.” I soaped my hand and gently inserted my index finger into her anus. I could feel the muscle tensing, and stopped.
“Oh god, Jesse, please be gentle – I’m so scared. Your tongue was nice and soft and squishy, but I’m not sure about your finger.”
“Carole, try to consciously relax the muscle. I won’t hurt you – remember ‘turnip’ – but I want to see if I can just get one finger all the way in. Trust me, Mum,” I attempted to calm her fears, then gently inserted my finger again. I stopped as she gradually relaxed her sphincter, and I pushed in to the second knuckle.
“How’s it going sweet cheeks?” I asked.
“Okay so far – not bad at all.”
I pulled out until just the tip of my finger was inside her, then slowly pushed in until my whole finger was buried in her sweet arse. Then I gently moved my finger backwards and forwards and side to side, slowly stretching her anus.
“Ooh Jesse, this is a strange feeling – strange but nice. I think I might get to like you playing with my butt like this.”
“Good, Mum, now let’s see what happens if I take it up a notch,” and I slowly introduced a second finger.
“Jesse, my love, please be careful – I don’t know if I can take any more.”
“You know the rule, Mum, just relax and let it all happen,” and I bent and bit her on her right cheek. The surprise of this deflected her concentration from her anus, and I was able to slide in another finger to the second knuckle.”
“You cheat,” she gasped but didn’t try to pull away. I slowly got the second finger completely into her hole and using them both, started to spread it a little more widely.
“Oh yes, honey, that’s not nearly as bad as I feared. In fact it’s quite exciting even though it is a bit uncomfortable.”
“I tell you what, Carole, if your balance is okay, let go with one hand and just stroke your clit while I stretch you.”
“Mmm – oh god that feels so good. Oooh yes, … oh Jesse, I want you so much and I don’t care whether it’s up my arse or in my pussy.”
“Patience, you hot little bitch, we’ve still got some preparation to do, and she moaned in disappointment as I withdrew from her arse. I slapped each cheek and she squealed and took a half-hearted swing at me. I caught her arm and pulled her to me, wet with the shower still running and kissed her hard, our tongues duelling. I then released her just enough to find her tight, hard nipples and pinched them to make her squeal again.
“Jesse, if you keep doing that I won’t be responsible for my actions. I’m likely to attack you and rape you and …”
“Mmm perhaps it might be a good idea to dry off. But hold that thought – it might be fun to persuade you to try to rape me.”
“Jesse, you’re incorrigible,” Carole laughed, and we enjoyed mutually drying each other with big thick warm towels.
We moved into the bedroom and she lay on the bed looking a bit apprehensive.
“Don’t worry too much, Mum, I think the worst is now over.” I produced a bottle of anal lube and a tapered butt plug. I had Carole get up on all fours and spread her legs, then squirted lube onto her hole and onto the plug. Then I gently inserted the plug into her arsehole and reamed it around.
“Oooh, slowly please Jesse, give me time to adjust.”
I slowed and withdrew the dildo then dribbled some more lube on it and inserted it again. This time I increased the penetration but continued to move the dildo around, gradually stretching her even more.
“So, how does that feel, my special anal slut?”
“Jesse, I can’t believe it. It feels so different but so right; now I can’t wait for you to replace that lump of plastic with your real live rigid hot cock.”
“Okay, gorgeous, you asked for it.” Removing the butt plug, I squirted some more lube on my cock and lined myself up behind her luscious arse. I placed the tip of my cock against her rear hole and then pushed gently as it started to slide in. I had expected what happened as she tensed her sphincter now that this was real and not just practice.
“Carole, my darling, I adore you and I certainly don’t want to harm you. So just relax the muscle and let me in, and I promise I’ll be slow and gentle – to start with.”
“Mmm, ooh yes, please take me easy, not too fast, I’m still a bit scared.”
I moved my cock gently into her sweet arse, not knowing how long I could keep going at this slow, deliberate pace that was driving me towards my own delicious orgasm. Carole now able to completely relax her sphincter and I was soon able to bury the whole of my cock in her arse, up to my balls.
“Oh god, Jesse, you’re all in now, aren’t you? It feels so good to have you buried in my arse; now please, my darling master, fuck me and make me cum.”
I was now able to move steadily into and out of her soft, sweet arse, taking progressively longer strokes and gradually speeding up.
“Mmm, ooh, aargh, yes, yes, more, harder, ream my arse out you motherfucker. Do me good and don’t stop.”
Then I reached round and started to stroke her soaking wet pussy, flicking her engorged clit. As before, in the shower, this drove her to the brink of delirium. She screamed and shouted my name and my hand was covered in her love juice. “Jesse, Jesse, Jesse, don’t stop, just fuck my arse until I collapse. This is SO good I can hardly stand it.”
By now I was also getting close to a raging, roaring climax. “Yes, Carole, you beautiful bitch, I’m almost at the point of no return. Cum with me.” She screamed and then I pinched her clit which caused her to clench all her muscles, trapping my cock in a soft hot grip that seemed as if it would never let go. Her scream turned into an animal howl of ecstasy as her orgasm overtook her, and that was enough to take me into orbit and I shouted my climactic rapture as I shot load after load of my cum deep into her rectum.
We both collapsed sideways and gradually my limp cock slid out of her arse as we lay panting and gradually recovering. Suddenly, Carole said, “Jesse, just stay there for a minute,” and she disappeared, returning shortly after with a bowl of warm water and a face cloth. She gently wiped my cock clean and asked me, “May I please wipe over my arse, too, master?”
I nodded agreement, but said, “But not your pussy.”
Carole looked puzzled, but did as I asked. When she was finished, I slid down the bed and licked her pussy clean of all the divine love juice that had gathered during her orgasm. Then I moved back up the bed and kissed her deeply, sharing the taste of her own juices.
Carole looked at me with half closed, smoky eyes. “There aren’t the right words to describe how I feel right now. I just know that you are a wonderful, wonderful man, and you can have my arse any time you like.”
“Thank you, gorgeous, I think that’s the best gift anyone has ever given me – well, the second best anyway – I’ll never forget my 21st birthday. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I’m helplessly in love with you and my main goal in life is to make you happy.”
She laughed, a happy gurgling sound, and cuddled up close to me, her warm, soft hands caressing my body, and I did exactly the same. Then, to the surprise of both of us, we both fell asleep.
I woke about an hour later, with Carole resting on an elbow, looking at me with a smile on her face. “I love looking at you when you’re asleep. You look so peaceful.” Then, “Now get up lazybones – we need breakfast to keep our energy up.”
“That’s not all I want to keep up,” I growled playfully and jumped towards her. She shrieked and ran for the kitchen.
Later that day, Mum appeared with her hair in a pony tail. “Master, I would be so grateful if you can show me how much you care by dominating me and treating me like the slut I am.”
“Yes, I think that can be arranged. You will go to your room and strip, then return wearing only black thigh high stockings and 5″ heels. Put on slutty makeup, with blood red lipstick and gloss, and bring with you a long silk scarf. Is that clear?”
“Yes, master,” she whispered and left the room. A short time later, Carole returned, dressed as I had demanded.
“Carole slut, you look so beautiful and so desirable.”
“Thank you master, now what may I do to serve you?”
“First of all, strip me, slowly, letting your hands wander over my body.”
“Ooh yes, master,” she enthused and took each item off slowly, stroking and caressing me, so that by the time she slid my boxers to the floor, my cock was hard and straining upwards.
“Excellent, Carole slut, now stand in front of me, then kneel so that your arse rests on your heels. Then hold your hands behind your back.”
She did so, and I moved behind her and tied her hands with the scarf so that she could not move them.
I returned and faced her, moving close to her so that I could feel her warm breath on my cock. “Now, take my cock in your mouth and lick and suck me until I am ready to cum. Then I shall pull out from your mouth and cum over your tits.”
“Oh master, that would be so good. But I so want to taste your cum.”
“Do what you’re told, slut, and suck my cock.”
She stuck out her tongue and licked around my cock head, covering it with saliva. Then, as I moved forward, she took my cock into her mouth, working around the sweet spot under the head and running her tongue up and down the shaft. Then she started to suck on the head, gently at first, then harder as we both became more excited. Carole whimpered and gasped in pleasure and anticipation as my cock swelled and throbbed in her thrilling mouth, and I moaned as I felt my climax start to grow. “Oh god, you beautiful bitch, you are bringing me to the verge.” Her agile tongue continued its work until I knew I had to pull out to finish this little scene.
I pulled my straining cock from her frantic, searching mouth, and pointing it directly at her hard, aroused nipples, with a few quick strokes along my shaft I came in an explosive, boiling climax. I had never experienced an orgasm like this, and my cum splattered hard over her nipples. This was partly a result of Carole’s expert mouth, partly from my sense of domination over her.
Carole moaned deeply and tried to struggle against her bonds. I hadn’t told her about the final part of this little scene, as I wiped my fingers across her tits, causing her to squeal and whimper as I flicked over her nipples. I then offered my fingers to her mouth, and she sucked them in voraciously, almost as if she was trying to devour my cock, and she took in every speck of cum on my fingers. I then removed the scarf from her wrists, but told her to stay kneeling.
“Now you can lick my cock clean, and stroke my balls while you do so.”
“Oh yes, master, thank you, thank you, thank you, that was wonderful. You taste so good, I just don’t want to stop. I could live on your cum and nothing else.”
I smiled. “I don’t quite think so, but you are so beautiful and you suck my cock so well that I’m almost tempted to let you try.” With that, I took her hands and pulled her to her feet, holding her close to me while her soft sweet curves moulded against my body and she purred and made small soft noises of ecstasy and contentment.
“Oh master, now I know I truly belong to you. You have marked my soul with your orgasm, and it will live with me forever.” With that, she pulled my head down to hers and we kissed, a long, deep, sweet, sultry kiss, both our mouths full of the other’s tongue, and murmuring softly to each other. As we broke, I looked deep in to my mother’s eyes, and saw a mixture of wonderment and total devotion in them. I hugged her fiercely so that she squeaked, then almost ran from the room.
The next few days passed in an ecstatic mist of pleasure, sex and, almost incidentally, work. Rather surprisingly, we both found that, knowing the pleasure that we had discovered in each other, the work part became easier and we were both able to concentrate better.
On Wednesday, Mum arrived home as I was slumped in a lounge chair, reading study notes. She looked exquisite, dressed in a tailored dark green silk suit with a white blouse, medium black patent heels and made up in a slightly understated way. Her hair was, of course, up in a French roll.
Mum sat in a chair opposite me, slowly crossing her gorgeous slim legs with a whisper of nylon, with the skirt riding up so that I could see plenty of her creamy thigh.
“Oh Mum, you dreadful tease. You’re doing that quite deliberately, aren’t you?”
“Doing what, darling?” she asked, with apparent naivety, although the effect she was aiming for was quite obvious.
“Showing off your lovely legs in a way that any red blooded male would find hard to resist. You look good enough to eat – in fact I think I might just …” as I jumped out of the chair.
“Down boy,” she said and gave me a quick cool kiss. “There’s something serious I’ve been meaning to talk to you about, and I can’t do it if we’re locked in a hot, passionate embrace.”
“Okay Mum, go your hardest – what have I stuffed up now?”
“No, honey,” she laughed. “Nothing like that. It’s just that I’ve been thinking about selling up here ever since Denzel moved out. I’d like a fresh start, but I don’t want to do it if you’d rather stay put. After all, this must be the only home you can remember.”
I got up and crossed the room, wrapping my arms lightly round her. “No, Mum, I don’t care where we are so long as we have each other and I can be at least this close to you and often a lot closer.” I returned her light kiss, then, “I agree – it won’t hurt to rid ourselves of the lingering shade of Denzel and find a place that isn’t tainted by him. What did you have in mind?”
“Thank you, Jesse. Well, the house market in this area is pretty buoyant at the moment; I don’t want to move interstate, partly because of your studies and partly because I’m in line for a promotion at work. I thought we might look for a place with a little bit of land in the outer suburban area but with good road and rail access to the city. What do you think?”
“Sounds like a plan, Mum. I wanted to talk to you, too about a little project that I have in mind, as I was thinking about turning what was Dad’s room into a photo studio.”
“Okay with me, honey.”
“Mmm, but if we wait until we move, I can set it up properly. You see …,” and here I allowed a wolfish grin to cross my face, “I’d like to take some glamour photos of you. It’s all part of a fantasy I’ve had for a long time to have you model lingerie for me, teddies, negligees, tiny little panties, shelf bras, stockings, heels and all sorts of other goodies.”
Mum grinned. “I knew there had to be an ulterior motive, although I really like the idea. Strictly on the understanding that this is just for you, I’d really enjoy modelling, and I’d love to pose for you any way you like.”
“Ooh yes gorgeous, now let me start you off with some nice hot positions,” as I slid towards her.
“Hold your horses, you sex crazed boy,” she laughed. “Don’t forget, my hair’s up and I need to change.”
I blew her a raspberry, then tried to settle back to some study.
A few days later, on the Sunday morning, I woke to find the bed empty but I could hear movement downstairs. I ambled into the kitchen, and Mum was there with her hair in a pony tail. She looked at me with a look of absolute subservience, then knelt on the floor and kissed my feet. I was surprised at this, but just managed to say, “You may stand.”
Carole stood in front of me and said, “Master, I’ve done a very bad thing, and I need to be punished.”
I took a short while to adjust, but my cock was starting to show a distinct interest. “I see. You’d better tell me what it is that you’ve done so I can decide on a suitable punishment.”
She looked down and said in a low voice, but one that was quite easily heard, “I’ve been using a butt plug to relax my arse for you, but didn’t ask your permission to do so. I’m so sorry, master; I won’t let it happen again, but I do need to be punished for this.”
“Very well, slut. On this occasion I will be generous and let you decide what your punishment should be. What do you think about that?”
“Oh thank you, master. I believe that my bottom needs to be spanked, and I would be most honoured if you could be even more generous and do it with your hands.”
“Yes, slut, I think that would be very appropriate. Now, how many strokes would be a fitting punishment for your indiscretion?”
“Perhaps ten, if that would be suitable, master?”
“A little too light. I think twelve strokes on each cheek would serve well.”
Carole gasped but said nothing.
“First you will strip to black lace panties and your smallest black bra. Then you will return to this room, knock on the door and ask if you may enter. If I allow you to do so, you will crawl across the room on your hands and knees and beg me to punish you. Is that clear?”
“Yes, thank you master,” she murmured and left the room.
My mind was in a whirl at this development – it followed what we had already talked about, but for it to actually happen, for my gorgeous mother to submit herself to me and beg to have her bottom spanked was something new and exquisitely exciting. A short while later, there was a gentle tap on the door. “Yes”, I stated in a flat, neutral voice and the door opened with a voluptuous vision standing in the doorway.
“Master, may I please enter?”
“Yes, slut, now crawl across the floor and beg me to punish you.”
Carole dropped to her hands and knees and crawled to where I was sitting with her raised arse swaying seductively. “Master, please forgive me for not asking your permission to stretch my arse. I know I need to be punished for my own good, but please forgive me, I beg you.”
“Yes, slut, you will be forgiven after you have received your punishment, and if you are a good girl during your spanking, I will have you straddle me and fuck you hard.”
“Oh yes, master, thank you so much. I will be a good girl while you spank me and not struggle or try to stop you.”
“Very good, slut, now stand so that I may inspect you.”
She rose to her feet, but kept her eyes lowered.
“First, fold your hands behind your head so that I can get a better view of your beautiful tits.”
She did so, but I realised that her bra was obscuring my view. “Hmm, now come here and turn round so that I can remove your bra.”
She did so, and I unclipped her bra, which fell to the floor. I took in the sight of her glorious pink/white bottom, so perfectly shaped and barely covered by the filmy, flimsy panties. I was almost salivating at the thought of her over my knee with her bottom at my mercy, and my hands able to wander over the soft sweet curves.
“Now turn round again.”
This gave me an uninterrupted view of her superb, firm, perfectly shaped tits with nipples that were hard with arousal and standing out like bullets from her dark areolas.
“Are you ready to be spanked, slut?”
“Oh yes, master, I can hardly wait.”
“Then come here and lay yourself over my knees with your bottom in the air,” which she did, quickly and with perfect placement. I almost drooled at the sight of her two perfect globes in front of me, at my mercy. I stroked her bottom, squeezing the cheeks to test their fullness and ripeness.
“Now, I am going to spank your bottom, and alternate each spank with caresses and squeezes, until it is a hot bright pink. She trembled with excitement and I knew it was almost time to start.
“First, though, slut, I want you to stroke a finger outside your panties along your slit. Then show me your finger.”
She did as she was told and turned slightly to hold her finger up to me. I took it in my mouth and licked it slowly and sensually.
“Just as I thought –your pussy is already leaking love juice. You are getting very excited and longing to be punished, aren’t you?”
Tori applied one last coat of bright red lipstick to her lips before stepping out of her parked car and crunching up the gravel pathway towards the imposing stone porch of the old school house. Her 6 inch platform heels sunk slightly with each step, and the gentle breeze sent a shiver round her toned thighs, which were barely covered by the short micro bodycon skirt she had on. She hesitated momentarily before knocking the heavy black knocker, then gave three loud raps. She couldn’t believe her luck, … she was finally here.
A tall, steely looking women with pointed features opened the door, and said nothing but looked Tori up and down; slowly, very deliberately, before finally jerking her head and pursing her lips, a sign to enter the hallway. As Tori stepped forward into the cold hall, she noticed a handful of other girls stood lined up in front of the old stage, wearing very revealing outfits. Tori thought they must also be newcomers. There were a few whispers and glances all round as the tall women suddenly grabbed Tori’s elbow and lead her quickly to her place in the line. Tori noticed as she walked away again, that she held a short kind of riding crop in her other hand, her face also seemed strangely familiar, but she didn’t know why.
A few more minutes passed and several more girls came knocking at the door, and joined the line beside Tori. All in all about 15 of them stood there waiting……
‘ Make yourselves presentable girls, the headmaster is on his way.’ Barked the tall women. Quiet hysteria broke out amount the line. The head teacher of the Finishing School was notoriously hard to please and liked to deal out punishment when standards were not met. She had heard through a friend who had been previously to the school that he once made her stand on the porch, totally naked..offering free sex services to strangers at night, whilst he watched, jerking himself off. The thought of it aroused her and she felt her nipples stiffen underneath her tight white top. The dress code had said ‘ slutty’ on the induction letter, so Tori did not wear a bra, and the tight thin white material left nothing to the imagination. Her pert size D breasts were attention grabbing, even amongst the other beauties beside her.
The tall women walked briskly down the line, lifting chins and tweaking nipples where necessarily, like she was getting a set of show ponies ready for a competition. When she had finished, the footsteps of the headmaster could be heard fast approaching. The room fell deadly silent as he walked in. he was tall, stern yet handsome looking, with a clean shaven face and piercing blue eyes. Tori guessed he was late forties… but looking good with it. A tight jumper and jeans showed off an undeniable muscular physique, he must work out regularly to maintain such a figure at his age.
‘ So welcome to ‘finishing’ school, ladies. As per usual we start with a uniform inspection. Anyone who has not met the dress code criteria will not be in my favour.’
He walked slowly down the line of girls, scrutinizing their appearance. He very carefully put his hand under each girl’s skirt and felt around for something, usually making the girl sigh of moan. He came to stop before Tori and she held her breath in anticipation. He weighed her breasts in his sizeable hands and murmured something in appreciation. He circled the outline of her erect nipples with his thumbs and held him self closer to her. Tories legs began to shake with pleasure. Abbruptly he stopped and stepped away. Then he roughly thrust his hand underneath her skirt and immediately started rubbing her vaginal area through the thin lace of her thong. His face creased into a frown, and without warning he ripped off the black lace panties, making everyone gasp. He looked directly at Tori with a suppressed smile;
‘ To dress like a slut, you must not be wearing underwear. Perhaps you do not have enough experience of being a slut. Perhaps you ought not to be here?’ The left the question hanging in the air.
‘ No please sir… headmaster… I do want to be a slut, let me prove it to you!’ Tori begged.
‘ We shall see. Come up to the front.’ He ordered her over to a large desk at the side of the stage. Quickly she trotted over to join him.
‘Sandra?’ he beaconed over the tall women. She quickly came over riding crop in hand and handed it over to him.
‘ let this be an example to the rest of you.’ He said, and pushed on Tori’s back so she was bent over the desk, exposing her bare pussy and ass.
The headmaster lifted up Tori’s skirt and brought the riding crop down swiftly onto her right cheek, grazing the lips of her vagina on the way back. Tori forced herself to be silent and not gasp with pain. Twice more he struck her in quick succession, smack, SMACK. He handed the crop back to Sandra, who smiled and lined herself up before expertly whipping Tori 5 more times. Each time Tori grimaced with pain. She felt humiliated but so immensely turned on at the same time. Without a word the headmaster unzipped his trousers, Tori could hear the zipper being undone in the silent room. His warm throbbing penis poked into the small of her back and he grabbed her tightly on the hips. He bent over to whisper in her ear ‘ You are not to enjoy this. Understood?’. Tori nodded her head in agreement.
The moment the shaft of his thick penis entered her, his large size became apparent and she let out a gasp, momentarily jerking upright. Immediately Sandra came round to each side of the desk, and clamped Tori’s hands down onto the desk, using a leather strap device. She was stuck. With one long stroke the headmaster grunted and slid the full length of his girth up to the hilt of Tori, pressing her deep within. He was so big it was almost painful. Then all at once he started slamming his rigid cock into her, pounding her into the edge of the desk relentlessly as the others stood by looking. Sandra reached beneath her dress and began touching her self, obviously aroused at the scene. The friction of his speed and strength sent her whole lower body burning.. and she felt like she was on the verge of coming. He had sensed her pleasure and immediately stopped. Tori felt empty and void and whimpered slightly to show her disappointment.
‘ You were not supposed to enjoy this remember slut?’ he reminded her, and he stepped forward again. His cock was slick with her juices and he pressed it keenly to the opening of her tight ass hole. Tori tensed at what was coming, but she could do nothing to prevent it. He inserted a single finger into the entrance of her ass, which was well lubricated and moved it around in small circles. Tori had not had anal sex before, but this new sensation felt weirdly pleasurable. His other hand yanked at her long hair, pulling her head back.
‘Stick you butt out for me,’ he ordered, and Tori immediately obeyed. She would do whatever he said. She would prove she was a slut.
Two fingers now probed deeper into her anus and this stretched her painfully. Sandra , was on the verge of coming now. Openly shoving her fingers underneath her skirt, whilst leaning with one hand on the desk to steady herself. The circular motions of his fingers turned to short thrusts now, and he started to dip his penis back into her wet pussy to prepare it for entry into her virgin ass. The feeling of being fucked in the pussy and fingered at the same time sent the waves of pain turning into pleasure again and she automatically tensed up, approaching orgasm. Once again the headmaster stopped, but before she had a chance to realise what was happening, his slick cock was plunged into her tight ass. Tori moaned in pain. Other girls behind her, who she could not see ,gasped. The sound of her moan seemed to spur the headmaster on and he continued grunting and pushing his cock further and further into her tight asshole. Tori wept silent tears as his fucking became more aggressive;
‘ Do you like this you little slut?’
‘ N…n..no sir..’ She sobbed. He continued to humiliate her as he built up to orgasm. She could feel his member swelling inside her and she knew it would soon be over.
‘ Good. …urgh….you, … ugh…. Are… going… uh… to be … ugh… my little … urrrrgh…. SLUT?’
‘ yes Sir!’ She shouted. And at once he leant out a loud low moan, bucking his hips against her tightly as he came violently inside her, cum filling her insides. He waited a few moments for his dick to slacken, before pulling out. Tori could feel his cum starting to drip out of her and her ass felt totally exposed and raw .Sandra, now post orgasm had a stack of tissues at the ready and unshackled Tori so she was free to clean herself up.
The headmaster pulled up his pants and turned around again to address the rest of the girls.
‘ You have seen what happens to those who disobey, but be assured those who do well will be rewarded at this school. Sandra will lead you to your dorm rooms and after diner we will start the oral pleasuring class.’
He turned around to exit the room and winked at Tori as he left. She felt extremely pleased with herself, now that the pain had passed and she was glad that she had left her panties on deliberately to get the headmasters attention.
You come home to me naked in the kitchen preparing dinner. You drop your things and stride over to me. You push me to my knees, grabbing my hair with one hand and your zipper with the other.
You hold my head steady as you release your semi hard cock, “Suck bitch, swallow it.”
My mouth greedily swallows you. I look up at you and see IT in your eyes. Tonight is the night you will push my submission. I start to pull away a bit and you force my head down choking me.
“No fuck pig, suck my cock you dirty whore.” You choke me several more times with your cock while your hand lifts my chin so you can look in my eyes.
You watch my face as I allow myself to let go under your command. You pull out a bit and staring into my eyes you start to piss. You smile down evilly when you see my tears.
“That’s it you fucking silly bitch drink my piss”.
You finish as you look deep into my eyes and say, “MINE. YOU ARE MINE”.
You drag me by my hair to the kitchen table, push my torso down and lash my legs to the table legs. From the bag you carried in, you pull out a thick cane. They are one of my worst fears. (I loath canes, they scare me like crazy).
You rub your cock against me and growl “Are you scared little girl? You filthy cunt. Guess what’s first?”
I feel you spread my ass cheeks and dribble lube into my crack. You slip a anal plug between my cheeks sliding the lube into my hole.
You begin pushing the plug in and out, as I push back you pull it all the way out and say, “Oh you want this in MY ass? Take it then you whore.” as you push it all the way in in one shot.
I cry out at the invasion whimpering in pleasurable pain. You pull back and lay the first strike of the cane against my upper thighs.
I scream and you tell me, “Shut up you silly fucking ass whore. Take my pain.”
You lay 24 more hard swipes on my body. I am bruised and there are broken areas of skin. You leave and come back with a spray bottle and inside there is salt water. You spray it on my skin and rub it into the open areas. You leave me there for a moment while you take your clothes off. Seeing my tears and marking me has left you with the biggest raging hard on. You bring it to me and make me suck you while you play with my pussy. I am still trapped on the table, completely at your mercy and soaking wet.
You spank my cunt several times and as you push fully into my mouth you tell me, “Cum bitch. Give me yourself. Cum for ME”.
Before I come down from my release you have pulled away and are slamming your cock into my cunt straight to the hilt. Your skin rubs my raw legs, bringing more tears.
You begin fucking me with fast, long, hard strokes while saying, “Feel me cunt. Your mine and that cunt’s mine.”, as you slap my ass with every push into me.
I feel you spread my ass cheeks and begin to fuck my ass with the plug logged inside. You pull it all the way out and look down as I stay open for you. You pull out of my pussy and with no warning replace the plug with your hot, hard, thick cock. I again cry out in pain and you slap my ass.
“You will take my cock where ever I want to put it. You will beg me to fuck you, you stupid bitch, you filthy whore.”
You stop moving and tap your fingers against my clit, swollen with the need to cum.
” Please fuck me, fuck your ass, make me cum, make your fucking dirty fuck pig cum for you”.
You pull back and slam in again and again. You pull all the way out, grabbing my hair to make me look at you. “Pleassseee Sir”, I beg.
You whisper, “What do you want? Say it.”
“Fuck my ass. I need you to fuck my ass and make me your whore, your cum bucket.”
Before the words are out of my mouth your cock ravages my ass so hard I feel you in my belly. You began fucking me so hard and I am pushing back grunting with animal noises begging you to fuck me harder.
“Please may I cum for you? I cant hold it.”
You reach down and shove three fingers into me and tell me to cum for you. I gush down my legs. At that moment you pull your cock and fingers from me. You grab my head and slide your cock down my throat cuming hard, holding me there.
“Don’t swallow bitch, hold it you whore.”
You pull away and untie my legs, pulling me to standing. My mouth still full with cum you lead me to the corner where you tell me to stand and stay. As I stand in your corner you go to the kitchen and fix a plate and come to the table.
You sit and tell me, “Crawl here slut. Do not swallow a drop fuck hole.”
When I am at your feet you tilt my chin up and while watching my eyes you tell me to swallow.
“You are mine cunt, forever. You are my pretty, dirty, little, fuck hole whore.”
You place my head against your knees and eat. We both sigh contently.
“Mother of the Year?”
Ellen would never win a ‘Mother of the Year’ award from anyone with the exception of her two sons, Jake and Danny. She had come to visit all three of her children at Jake’s apartment and had wound up ‘sleeping’ with both of her sons. Well, one at a time. It all started with her nursing both boys (separately) most of their life, off and on. Neither boy had ever married but then they were young yet. Jake was 25 and Danny was 22. In between was their sister Annie, age 23.
Annie was supposed to be coming in tomorrow. She didn’t live very far away but tended to lead her own life, her own way and on her own terms. She loved her mother and two brothers but…well…her mother was really wimpish and her two brothers were ‘mama’s boys’. Her mother had babied the boys their whole life. Annie wasn’t jealous, just a little envious of their easiness around each other. The two boys were always loving on mom and she just always felt a little like an outsider.
Jake was kinda different from her and Danny. He was stronger, meaner and mouthier. He had tried messing with her when she was younger but she had let him know in no uncertain terms that he was her brother, not her boyfriend. Danny was a love. He was gentle and kind and everything that Jake wasn’t. It was as if they had two different dads but, of course, they didn’t.
Ellen went in and showered and put on fresh clothes. She had just had sex with her youngest son and had to get a grip on all that had happened today. First Jake, now Danny. When she came out of the bathroom, Danny had left and gone to the other guest room to clean up. They had all thought Annie was coming in tonight but she called and said she’d be here tomorrow and lunch was on her.
Ellen took a deep breathe and opened the bedroom door and went down the hall into the living room. She smiled and as she entered the room and said, “Good evening boys.”
Jake was sitting on the couch, talking on his cell phone and nodded at her to come sit down by him. It was getting dark out and the lights of the city were on. It was a beautiful view and Jake had arranged the living room so you could have the view of the fireplace and the city all at the same time.
“What an incredible view” she complimented. Jake had just recently moved into this apartment. He was a Corporate Attorney and had gotten an incredible raise with the firm he was associated with. She was very proud of his accomplishments. As is usual in families when one sibling hits the jackpot in life, the other seems to do the opposite. Danny was accomplished in his own right but not according to Jake. Danny had gone the other direction and chose to help humanity as opposed to his bank account. He was director of the Domestic Violence Service in Springfield. It was a non profit business who assisted battered women.
His easy going, bright, compassionate personality had taken him more into fame than fortune. He had managed to bring the service into the 21st Century by updating their computer systems, ramrodding the building of a new 80 bed shelter for battered women and their children, and he was comfortably living his dream in a small apartment on the south side of Springfield . In his eyes, he was doing as well as (or better than) his brother.
Danny called his mother once a week to check on her and always remembered on the important days, such as her birthday, mother’s day, Christmas, etc. In other words, the basics.
Jake on the other hand remembered Christmas.
Jake yawned and said, “what do you want to do about supper you two?” How about pizza in? Or would you rather eat out?” Ellen smiled at her firstborn and remembering her sore bottom, said “I think pizza is fine. What about you Danny?”
Danny shrugged and said “that’s fine.” He walked over and sat on the other side of his mo
They ordered the pizza and bread sticks and a couple of liters of Coke. When it arrived, it was delivered by a girl not more than 20 years old by the name of Sarah.
Jake flipped off as he gave her a healthy $10.00 tip, “what time do you get off, Honey?”
“About nine,” Sarah answered realizing that Jake didn’t even remember her from their college days.
Well, she mused, two kids and a divorce had probably changed her a little. She had filled out in all the right places. 38C-24-38 as opposed to her 32B-24-34 days of college. She thanked him for the tip and turned to leave.
“Come back over when you get off , Sarah. We’ll catch up a little.”
She was blown away. He had remembered her. Oh wow!!! She was walking on air as she swung the pizza pack by the strap and a little dance in her step. “Jake actually wanted to see her, Wouldn’t he be surprised to know that she owned the string of Pizza parlors and was just helping out because they were short of help at this franchise.
She loved delivering because you met such interesting people…Like Jake Hamilton. Easily the best looking boy on campus. Of course that was 3 years past. She wondered what he was up to now. But right now she had pizza’s to deliver while they were hot…like her, she giggled.
Jake passed out the napkins and paper plates and they filled up their plates from the pizza boxes on the bar. Jake had put on a CD of Don Williams crooning “Amanda”. She loved country music and he had such a deep sexy voice.
She looked around at the apartment and ask Jake, “what’s the small door to the left of your bedroom door?”
He chuckled and lied, “Its just a closet that is like a home safe, Mom. I can put my valuables in there and not worry about anyone walking off with them when I have a party of dinner.”
The closet actually held a camera and film aimed at a 2 way mirror in his bedroom. He had earned a lot…a lot…of money from some of those films. It’s amazing how much some of those rich bitches would pay for the original film…of course he always kept a backup.
“That’s smart” she said and gave him a pat on the back for being so successful.
Danny wondered if she was as proud of him but didn’t say anything. Jake looked over at him and ask him if he’d like to see his part of the apartment and winked. Danny laughed and said sure. “
“Come on mom, I’ll show you my room of ill repute”, and laughed, but his laugh seemed to have a hidden meaning.
They all got up and sauntered over to the door that led to Jake’s suite. He opened the door and allowed the other two to go in before him. He walked in behind them and shut the door. Shutting the door automatically started the camera in the “safe” room.
“Try out the bed, Mom. It’s awesome.”
Ellen walked over and sat down on the bed and bounced up and down on it and said, “It sure is solid,” I’m happy with the one you have in the guest room. I like a soft bed.”
Not missing a beat, Jake walked over to her and said, “I know that, Mom. That’s why I bought it.”
She smiled up and him and said “how thoughtful of you, Jake.”
He sat down beside her and she could feel the heat from his thigh through her slacks. She started to move over but Jake put his arm around her and drew her closer to him. He tilted her head back with his left hand and bent down to take possession of her mouth, sucking on her lower lip and nipping her top lip,She moaned a little and he knew she felt it too.
Danny sat down on the overstuffed chair by the table next to the patio.
Ellen seemed mesmerized by Jake’s kiss. She felt a little dizzy with the feelings and sensations she was having. She wondered where Danny was, but it didn’t really matter. She felt Jake’s hand on her breast and then he was lifting her shirt over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Possibly a mistake. Jake bent over and took one breast in his hand and guided it to his eager mouth. He licked the nipple, feeling it grow and extend to seek his mouth.
His mouth accepted it willingly and he began to nurse his mother’s breast, tasting the milk and feeling her hands in his hair, he knew this was exciting her. He reached up and taking her hair and wrapping his fingers in it, he let go of her breast and drew her head down to his lap where his seeping, swollen cock was seeping through his pants. She reached over and unzipped his pants and opened them releasing his throbbing member and taking it into her mouth. Danny sat in the corner, watching his mom and brother have sex.
It wasn’t making love, it was definitely just raw sex.
Ellen was moaning sucking on Jake’s sloppy shaft, taking him deeper and deeper into her throat. She could taste his pre-cum as she had earlier that afternoon. It was awesome. Silky, thick…she lapped at it as if it were warm ice cream.
She heard him say, “Danny, come over here and pull her slacks off. And then get you some. Make her nice and wet.”
She had been sitting on the bed and leaning over Jake’s lap in an uncomfortable position. Danny came over and lifted her legs onto the bed so he could pull her pants down. Her legs were so soft and shaven. Silky to the touch. She lifted her hips to help him a little and just kept lapping at Jake’s cock. Danny got her pants off and then her panties. They were lacy and skimpy. Her pussy was practically hairless.
Danny quickly disrobed and then pulled her legs apart and bent down to kiss her legs all the way up to her thighs. Licking and sucking his way to her forbidden lips. He pushed her legs farther apart and touched her pussy lips with his tongue, slowly running it up and down the vulva. Then teasing her clit with his tongue he pushed farther into her. She arched her back trying to draw him in. She was wet and getting wetter. Danny’s tongue flicked and fluttered on her clit and in her pussy. She couldn’t stand it anymore. There were electric shards running through her body and then she felt herself cumming.
She released Jake’s cock just as he came erupting into her mouth and over her chest. Jake never said a word. He moaned silently and then reached over and turned her over. Danny laid down on the bed and pulled her onto her side. She could feel him searching her pussy with his hand and then reached down and guided him in. Welcoming his throbbing manhood into her, fucking her, his own mom.
She felt Jake lay behind her and felt him creaming her asshole. In and out with one finger, then two, then three. She felt him put his cock up to the opening, take his fingers out and then gently push the head into her ass while Danny continued to fuck her pussy. Jake shoved when she wasn’t expecting it.
She screamed from the pain, and Jake leaned up to her ear and said, ;” Shhhh, mommy. It only hurts for a little bit. Now fuck us both like you love it.”
Ellen didn’t need any encouragement. She did love it. The feel of both her boys, pulling and pushing inside her making her sopping wet as they both fucked her was so sensational. She couldn’t explain it. They all three found their rhythm and as the sensations esculated.
Ellen screamed out “Fuck me! Harder! Faster!! AAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhh OOOOOOOOOHHH I’m cuuuuuumming”
And with that she rode the wave of orgasm all the way to the end. Her heart was beating so fast she couldn’t get enough air in her lungs. She exploded all over Danny’s shaft just as he went rigid and filled her pussy with his load, flooding her inside.
Then Jake filled her ass with his semen, filling her cunt cavity till it was running out of her onto the bed. They just lay there, breathing hard, holding each other, making love whispers to each other….The doorbell rang!