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2: The Next Day
NOTE: A special thanks goes to estragon for his copy edit. His time and suggestions are invaluable.
RECAP: I highly suggest you read part one if you want to know how I seduced my sweet prim and proper Mother. If you don’t want to or already have and can’t remember the plot, here is a brief recap:
I am a college student who is addicted to MILF’s. When I came home for the summer, I spied my Mother fucking some slob who was blackmailing her and decided to save her. After saving her, I decided I had to make Mommy mine.
This story takes place the following day, after I had fucked my Mother, Elaine, for the first time.
MAKING MOMMY MINE 2: THE NEXT DAY
I woke up after a long sleep alone. I lay in bed for a few minutes as I replayed last night’s events in my head. I had fucked my Mother. It was amazing, the ultimate conquest for any man. As I rubbed my eyes, I remembered falling asleep together and noticed she was no longer in bed.
I looked at the clock it was 12:30 in the afternoon. I wondered how she would react the day after. I assumed she would say it was a big mistake and s forth, but I was determined to make sure this new relationship continued in full force. I got up, still naked, walked to my room, grabbed a robe and went downstairs.
When I reached the kitchen, I was surprised to see my Mom at the kitchen table visiting with Hannah. Hannah, Mom’s best friend, and the sexy MILF who I was fucking in the ass just two days ago, in the livingroom when my Mom walked in catching us. I was slightly worried I had ended a lifelong friendship. Apparently, I needed not to worry. My Mom greeted, “Good afternoon sweetie.” She got up and gave me a peck on the cheek.
I looked slightly confused as she explained, “I invited Hannah over to apologize. I overreacted and did not want to lose one of my dearest friends.”
Hannah, who I instantly noticed was wearing black stockings and a sundress, said, “Yes, we have kissed and made up.”
The innuendo didn’t go unnoticed as my Mom added, “I need to go to the washroom, you guys can visit or whatever.”
She left and I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down still trying to figure out what the Hell was going on. Hannah stated matter-of-factly, “So you fucked your mother last night?”
Coffee sprayed out of my mouth and I began choking. Hannah got up and patted me on the back like I was a baby. I asked in a state of shock, “Mom told you about last night?”
Hannah began to massage my shoulders as she said softly, “Do you know how long I have wanted to fuck your Mom?”
Her hands slid down my chest as I processed this stunning revelation; my cock already as hard as a rock. She moved around and dropped to her knees in front of me. I sat memorized a mixture of eager anticipation and slight bewilderment. As she opened my robe, she saw my bulging erection contained in my underwear and teased, “My, my, my, what do we have here?” She unleashed my stiff erection and it instantly stood at attention in front of this beautiful MILF, and my mother’s best friend. As she grabbed it with her left hand, she asked mischievously, “Is this erection because of me on my knees ready to swallow you whole or because of the thought of your prim and proper Mommy between my legs?”
I looked at her and before I could respond she deep throated my firm cock. I instantly let out a moan as this hot MILF slut devoured my dick. She continued the fast paced assault with impressive consistency and within only a couple minutes I could feel my cum beginning to bubble. I grunted, “I’m coming, slut.” Hannah continued bobbing up and down seemingly desperate to swallow my load, which followed. Like a good MILF cocksucker, she kept up the pace making sure to swallow every last drop of my cum.
Once done, she got off her knees, smiled at and said, “So can I use your Mother as my little lez slut?”
I answered, surprised by the question, “I doubt she would be into that.”
Hannah smiled, ” Oh, I don’ t know about that. She just fucked her son.”
“Touché,” I responded, trying to figure out a way to make this hot, but unrealistic, request to happen.
“So do you want to watch your Mom become my little duke?” my sexy MILF slut purred naughtily.
My cock already beginning to rise again, I supported, honestly and curiously, “I would love to see that.”
Hannah stood up, “Well then watch this. Your Mother is as submissive as they come and trust me she won’t say no.” She kissed me hard, shoving her tongue in my mouth. As she stroked my cock again, she broke the kissed and called, “Elaine get down here.”
A few seconds later, my Mother came downstairs and returned to the kitchen. “Did you two have time to talk?”
Hannah shrugged, her words dripping with innuendo, “Not really, but I did get a mouthful.”
My Mom blushed but said nothing.
Hannah grabbed my Mom’s hand gently, “You really hurt me the other day.”
My Mom quickly replied apologetically, “I know, I told you I was sorry. I would never do anything to hurt you.”
Hannah, in a firm and dominant voice I had never heard from her, explained, “You need to be punished for what you did.”
“What?” my Mom said clearly confused and unaware where this was leading.
“Come with me,” Hannah instructed, pulling my Mother into the living room.
Mom blindly followed still completely oblivious to what was about to transpire.
Hannah sat on the couch, pulled up her dress, opened her legs and ordered, “Elaine, starting right now our relationship is going to change. I have wanted to fuck you for years but thought you were way to prim and proper for such sexual deviance. But now that I know you are willing to fuck your son like a whore, well you obviously aren’t as goody-goody as you portray yourself to be.”
“Hannah,” my Mother began to say, I assume with some sort of defensive explanation, before being cut off by her best friend.
“Shut up, slut!” Hannah roared. “Don’t you ever interrupt your Mistress again!”
“Mistress?” my Mom repeated, in stunned confusion.
“Yes, Mistress!” Hannah confirmed, her voice losing the anger, but not the dominant, don’t fuck with me attitude. She continued, me watching in fascinated awe, my cock already fully at mass, “I own you. You will do what I say, when I say, with who I say. Is that understood?”
My Mother, tears running down her cheeks, tried to be logical with her best friend. “Hannah, be reasonable. I am not a lesbian.”
“Yesterday you weren’t a son-fucker either,” Hannah replied obscenely.
“Hannah!” my Mom said mortified.
“Son-fucker!” Hannah sarcastically mocked.
My Mom began to turn around to leave when Hannah said, “Stop right there, my slut.”
To my surprise my Mother stopped and with pleading eyes and tone, begged, “Hannah, please stop. You are my best friend.”
“Yes Elaine, you are my best friend too. And now we will be even better friends, friends with benefits. Plus you will also be my little lez slave,” Hannah explained. Hannah stared at my Mom, as after years of equality between the two, the balance of power shifted right in front of my eyes.
I watched amused as I began to believe my Mom would break, just as Hannah predicted, just as she had with me the night before. It was obvious that deep down my Mother was submissive and it was unlikely she would stand-up to Hannah when Hannah gave the sexual order that was soon to come. The staring match and the long silence that came with it were finally broken when Hannah went for the sexual kill. “Elaine, crawl between my legs and beg to lick your new Mistress’s pussy.”
Mom looked at me, seemingly begging for support; instead she got the opposite. I added to the humiliation as I agreed, “Mom you allowed some fat fuck to dominate you forever and you gave only a lame-ass resistance to submitting to me. I think Hannah is right. You are a submissive little,” I paused, unsure if I could call my Mom such a demeaning and derogatory word. Finally after a bit of thought, I went for the juggler, “slut.”
I could see my Mom’s facial expression change from pleading to shock at my harsh words. She looked away from me and back to Hannah. She seemed to really be considering her options. I would have loved to be able to get inside her head and see what she was thinking and feeling.
Hannah, clearly confident she was going to win, explained, “Elaine don’t pretend you don’t want to submit. You know you do. I know you do. Even Jeremy knows you do.”
Tears dripped down my Mom’s cheeks as she whispered, her tone portraying her defeat, “Please, Hannah….”
Hannah showing no signs of mercy ordered, “Hurry up Elaine, I don’t have all day. Plus I really want to see Jeremy fuck his Mother.”
My Mom quickly looked back at me. I gave her a knowing smirk and a subtle head nod, which suggested she should do as she was told. She just as quickly looked away and much to my, and Hannah’s glee, fell to her knees and head down, avoiding eye contact, crawled to her best friend. Once between Hannah’s legs, she froze unsure what to do next. It was entertaining to watch my Mother in such forbidden and uncharted territory.
Hannah looked at me triumphantly first before looking down at my Mother. She asked absurdly politely, “Do you want to eat my pussy, Elaine?”
My mother did not look up and said something so quietly I could not make it out.
Hannah ordered, “I can’t hear you, my slut. Speak louder.”
In a slightly louder squeak, through tears of humiliation, she answered, “Yes.”
“Yes what,” Hannah tested.
My Mother looked up for the first time, a look of utter confusion displayed on her face. She sputtered in a question like tone, “Um, yes please?”
Hannah looked at me and said dismissively, “Jeremy, your Mother seems a little slow on the uptake. Care to help her out?”
I walked over and sat down on the couch beside Hannah and very close to my obedient Mother as I explained, “The correct answer Mommy Dearest is yes, Mistress.”
My Mom glanced at me with a look that showed a mixture of fear, embarrassment, shyness and lust before finally returning her gaze to Hannah and repeated my words, “Yes, Mistress.”
Hannah playing the game extremely well teased her soon to be sub. “Yes, Mistress, what?”
I could tell my Mom’s anger was burning inside her as she had always hated to be corrected even in the slightest. But although I knew she was furious, her words that came out of her mouth were gentle and submissive. “Yes, Mistress, can I please you?”
“And how do you suggest to do that?” Hannah asked, pushing every button my Mother possibly had.
My Mom’s cheeks went dark red as she said, surprising me even, and clearly frustrated by the game her best friend was playing, “Any fucking thing you want.”
Not even remotely surprised by my Mom’s declaration, Hannah approved, “That’s much better, Elaine. I think you are going to make a very good sub.”
Hannah attempting to control and humiliate my Mom even more, lifted up her right foot and moved it to her best friend’s mouth. She ordered, “Suck my toes through my stockings, Elaine.”
I watched as my Mother obeyed the order and began taking her friend’s toes into her mouth. My cock was eager to get involved, but I resisted as I watched the submission of my Mother. Like last night, once my Mother submitted and allowed herself to have the sexual joy she desperately wanted and needed, she really got into the submission. She seemed to saviour each toe individually, treating each one like a tiny cock. The scene was incredibly hot and lasted over five minutes as my Mom individually pleased all ten toes.
Once done, Hannah now flushed and horny asked, “Have you ever eaten pussy before?”
My Mom shook her head no.
Hannah smiled, “Well this really is a weekend of firsts then.” After a slight pause to let that verbal shot simmer, she asked, “Do you want to eat my pussy, Elaine.”
My mom was clearly mortified by the humiliation, but I could tell from yesterday also horny, as she responded, almost in a whisper, “Yes.” Just as Hannah opened her mouth to correct her, Mom corrected herself, “Yes, Mistress, I want to eat your pussy.”
“Good girl,” Hannah purred, reached forward, and pulled my Mother into further sin.
I watched in voyeuristic fascination. Even after seducing her last night, never in my wildest dreams did I imagine this.
I pulled my cock out and Hannah reached for it and began to give me a gentle hand job. She also began to moan from my Mother’s tongue. Hannah then began to get animated. “That’s it Elaine, you are a natural little cunt- licker,” and “Keep licking slut,” and “Faster lez, faster.” After a few minutes of this naughty scene, Hannah asked, “Slut, are you horny?”
My Mom, face shiny, looked up and saw Hannah still stroking my cock. “Yes, Mistress, I am really fucking horny.”
Hannah asked, “So you want to get fucked?”
“Yes, Mistress, desperately.”
“By your son?”
“Yes, Mistress. I want my son to fuck me.”
“You understand that I own you for now on?”
“Yes, Mistress,” my Mother reluctantly accepted.
“Jeremy, do you want to fuck your Mommy while she eats my pussy?”
“What do you think?” I asked.
Hannah instructed, “Get naked, slut.”
My Mom, horny enough that her inhibitions were gone, stood up and unbuckled her belt and pulled off her jeans. She hastily tossed off her t-shirt, bra and underwear and stood before Hannah and me naked.
“Get on all fours, my slave,” Hannah ordered.
My Mother obeyed like a good slut and without further instructions began licking Hannah’s pussy again. When I didn’t immediately fuck my Mom, Hannah suggested, “Jeremy, your Mommy desperately needa a good hard fucking. Now get behind her and fuck our slut.”
I stood up; my nine iron ready for t-off. I got behind my Mom, slapped her ass and asked, “Mommy, ready to be fucked by your son again?”
I expected at least a little resistance or reluctance, but instead got full compliance. “Yes, Jeremy, fuck your Mommy. Fuck her hard.”
Not one to disobey, I slid my cock easily into my Mom’s wet, but still tight, pussy. She instantly moaned and began to say something, but her words were muffled by Hannah’s pussy, Hannah having pulled her best friend deep between her legs. Hannah smiled at me as she rubbed her pussy all over my Mom’s face. I pounded my Mom hard and deep, pushing my Mother’s face deeper into my other MILF slut’s cunt. I never slowed down as I drilled into my Mother’s cunt hard and fast. My Mother quit licking her best friend and bellowed, “Oh fuck, Jeremy, I’m coming, harder Jeremy, make Mommy come, make her come, yes, yes, yes….”
The scene was so erotically sinful, so morally disgusting, that I knew I would not last long. Hannah pulled my Mother back into her cunt and Mom began to lick feverously as I continued fucking my Mother like the whore she was. Within a couple more minutes of hardcore licking by my Mother I heard Hannah scream, “I’m coming.” My Mom squeezed my dick with her cunt muscles in a way no woman ever has smiling my cock so smoothly that I exploded my cum in her a few seconds after Hannah came on my Mom’s face. I kept pumping until every last drop filled her before pulling out.
My Mom, finally got up off her knees and apparently having come to her senses after her orgasm, apologized profusely, “I’m sorry, Jeremy. This shouldn’t have happened.”
Hannah laughed and said, “Oh Elaine, this is just the beginning. Go and get Jeremy hard again. I am not leaving here until I get his cock in me.”
My Mom looked like she was about to say something but instead fell back to her knees and took my slightly limp cock in my mouth. Unlike most cocksuckers, she took her time. Using her tongue with teasing expertise, she had me stiff in a couple of minutes.
Hannah broke the incestuous debauchery as she ordered, “Elaine get on the ground and on your back.”
My Mother took my cock out of her mouth gave me a look I could not even begin to read. Was she mad? Sorry? Horny? As I attempted to read her thoughts, she let go off my hard cock and obeyed the instructions.
Hannah got out of the rest of her clothes and straddled my Mother’s face. I watched my Mom awkwardly eat her best friend’s pussy for a couple of minutes until Hannah stood back up and returned to the couch. She spread her legs wide and said, “Jeremy, come fuck me.”
Not one to ever refuse pussy, I walked over my Mother and between the legs of the sexy MILF. Ignoring any sort of foreplay, I thrust my cock into her. Having already come twice, I knew this would be a lengthy fuck session. I started slow, but soon picked up my rhythm as Hannah begged to be fucked harder.
After a few minutes of hard fucking, Hannah ordered, “Slut, get over here and lick my clit as your son fucks me.”
My Mom who had still been on the ground the whole time, seemingly watching, crawled up on the couch and began licking Hannah’s clit as I continued fucking the sexy MILF. Having my Mother’s face so close and doing such naughty things had my mind spinning and I decided to take control. I pulled out of Hannah’s warm cunt and shoved my cock into my Mom’s mouth. I fucked her face for a few strokes before burying my cock back into Hannah. I repeated fucking Hannah and then my Mother’s face for the next few minutes, keeping both myself and Hannah on the brink of complete sexual bliss, but never over it.
I no longer saw my Mother as a Mother, but rather as just one more hot MILF to please me. With such a philosophy in my head, a naughty thought popped in my mind, one final way to humiliate and dominate my Mom. I pulled my cock out and face fucked my Mom for a good minute, holding her head as I pumped in and out. I pulled out and ordered, “Mommy, lick Hannah’s asshole for me, get it ready for my big cock.”
My Mom looked at me with a look of disgust. I sternly explained, “Mommy, Hannah thinks she owns you now and she is welcome to use you as she sees fit. But when I am home, I am the man of the house for you, Hannah and every other slut I decide to bring home. Is that understood?”
My Mom, tears welling in her eyes, whispered, “Jeremy, I…”
“Do you ever want this cock again?” I asked, slapping her face with my stiff dick.
“Yes,” she whispered, clearly humiliated by her wanton desires.
“Good, then don’t ever hesitate when I give you an order, understood?”
“Yes,” she repeated.
“Now, pull Hannah’s ass cheeks apart and lick it.”
My Mom reluctantly obeyed as she repositioned herself between her best friend. Hannah looked back making eye contact with me. Her smile said it all. My Mother awkwardly licked Hannah’s ass cheeks for a couple of minutes while I stood back and enjoyed the show. Deciding it was time to make it more extreme, I went behind my Mom and without any warning, slid my cock into her wet pussy. I grabbed her hips and began to thrust as deep as I could into her, shoving her face deeper into her best friend’s ass. Her whimpers of pleasure were muffled by Hannah’s ass cheeks. The scene was fucking hot and I had to slow down to not shoot another wad up my Mom’s cunt.
I pulled out of my Mom who whimpered, “No, Jeremy, put it back in.”
I slapped her ass hard and said, “I am the one who gives the orders around here. Move your ass, I am going to fuck Hannah’s ass now. While I do, you may sit on the floor like a good girl and watch.”
My Mom obeyed, clearly horny, humiliated and disappointed. I went behind Hannah and rubbed my cock up and down her ass crack. Hannah, used to my cock in her tight ass, pushed back trying to get my cock in her. I continued teasing her until she begged, “Fuck Jeremy, please just fuck my ass.”
“You can do better than that, my slut.”
Hannah, clearly horny, quickly got on her knees and gobbled my cock. She bobbed on my cock with such desperate desire I had to stop her before I came too early. She got back on the couch and begged, “Now fuck my ass. Hammer me with that big hard cock. Show your Mommy who your first love really was.”
“Ugh. I hate group jobs. I swore after the last one, never again.” Molly groaned, pulling a pillow over her face. She and Shayla were lying in a queen-sized bed, taking full advantage of the five hours left on Molly’s last trick’s luxury suite.
“These guys are different.” Shayla sighed dreamily, twirling her long, blonde extensions. She had been acting strange since she got back from last week’s group gig. “They’re not frat boys–to them, its like, spiritual or something.”
Molly raised a suspicious eyebrow. She loved Shayla, but they were in the business for different reasons altogether–Molly started working as an “escort” to pay for school, Shayla because she was had dropped out of high school and found herself with no other skills. She got fucked often enough, she reasoned, why not get paid for it? Molly, alternately, didn’t date at all through school–too busy with research and writing. She didn’t mind sex with clients, it wasn’t much worse than waitressing, and paid much better, at least. She thought she’d fall right into a good, straight job as soon as she graduated–two years ago. The economy was, she joked bitterly and often, literally fucking her.
“You do remember my last, and only, private party?” Molly asked Shayla. It had been a sad little frat affair–five or ten fat, loud, drunk guys who attempted to gang-bang her, but only two or three managed to keep a hard dick. She’d had to suck limp cocks that dripped with early ejaculate, while sticky, soft hands searched her body, groping her breasts and sloppily slapped her pussy. Molly had slept with old men, with very old men, with men whose disabilities caused her to manually erect their penises with pumps or fingers in their asses, and she’d taken it all in stride. Men like that usually treated her with respect. They were happy just to have a pretty girl treating their cocks nicely in their bed–happy to have her lithe, firm body next to them, to watch her dark, curly hair bob in their laps. She didn’t even mind the occasional face fuck from these guys, or the odd “bitch” and “whore” thrown out at the height of passion (so long as the apologized before their load had gone cold inside her). But those entitled assholes groping her, without the decency to even stay hard in front of her beautiful, pert tits? No thank you.
“I swear these guys are different.” Shayla giggled, rolling over. “God, just thinking about it makes me wet. Wanna feel?”
“Nice try, lady.” Molly pushed her away.
“Oh, come on.” Shayla said, licking her lips enticingly, her hand creeping to Molly’s breast.
“What’s so different about them?” Molly asked, sighing, acquiescing to Shayla’s hand under her robe, feeling the warmth radiating from her tweaked nipple.
“I’m not allowed to say.” Shayla answered, beginning to suck Molly’s nipple. She moved an expert hand to Moll’s cunt and started to massage. This, Molly had decided long ago, was a perk of the job. She liked sex–when her partners were good at it–and Shayla as good at it. Gender didn’t matter as much, these days. “Part of their deal. But its a thousand a guy.”
“Fuck!” Molly exclaimed, as Shayla’s finger slipped inside of her, in response to both the sensation and the price.
“Okay, I’ll do it.” Molly said. “After I do you!.” The girls laughed and pulled off one another’s robes, as Molly buried her face in Shayla’s shaven cunt.
The address was not what Molly had been expecting. Usually, group jobs were in back of a bar, or at some sad little frat house or ranch style in a cheap suburb. This place was nice– an older, somewhat Victorian house. She hadn’t even been instructed to go in a back door. She had quite a list of instructions. Not to bathe, to show up dressed modestly, with complex undergarments. The man, who called himself Brother Heavener, had specified complex, he didn’t seem to care about sexy.
She rang the doorbell, and was happy when it was answered by a handsome man in his mid thirties, with clear blue eyes, a broad chest and shaggy hair that fell to his broad jaw line. He smiled, and in a strange way, Molly trusted him immediately.
“Brother Heavener?” She reached her hand out to meet his.
“Yes, beautiful girl. And your name is not Starla.” He kissed her on the cheek. Starla was the name Molly used for tricks, and only seldom was it questioned.
She smiled, and allowed herself to be led inside. The house was lavishly decorated, and she wondered what kind of person would fill their house with gorgeous antiques and gang-bangs.
“No, you’re right about that.” she said.
“For this to work, we’ll need to know your real name.” Brother Heavener said.
“Like Heavener is your real name.” She teased.
“It is now.” He looked into her eyes intensely, and to her great surprise, Molly found herself getting wet.
“For what to work?” Molly changed the subject.
“We’re a group that specifies in…well, transcendent experiences for women. May I kiss you?”
Molly was flustered. She had never been asked this before. “Sure.” Heavener kissed her deeply on the mouth, sucking her lower lip, looping her arms around her and pulling her in close. She expected to feel a raging hard on, but there was nothing. As if sensing her misgiving, Heavener said :
“We all have excellent self control. Until you’re ready, I’m not ready. Thank you for the kiss. You’re a very sensual woman. Are you ready to meet the group?”
Brother Heavener placed a strong hand in the small of Molly’s back and led her to the next room, where five other men waited. Molly blanched a little, realizing with a group this small, each would expect a turn, probably in all of her holes. At least with awful frat jobs there were a lot of spectators–nothing wore her out quite like too many customers in one day. Sensing her distress, Heavener leaned and whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry. We can give you time.”
Time for what? Molly wondered.
Heavener led her to an old fashioned chaise–upholstered in leather, lying on it arced her back, and, she knew, would offer easy access when the men began straddling her.
The other men stayed quiet, and instead of rubbing themselves as she was so used to men doing when they saw her laid out, could not take their eyes off her.
“Goddess Shayla was right about you.” One finally spoke. He was smaller, with dark hair and eyes, and broad hands. Goddess? Molly thought.
“She said you were gorgeous.”
The other men nodded in assent.
“Did she say anything else about me?” Molly asked, teasingly. It helped her to take on a persona of playful sexuality in these situations, despite her usual reluctance.
“She said you’d try to joke your way around this.” Another man answered. He was dark-skinned, with wide shoulders and a sly smile.
“You need to be yourself, Goddess. Be honest.” One of the remaining men, identical to the one sitting next to him twins?! thought Molly said, and the brothers nodded their close-cut blonde heads together.
“Enough talk.” Heavener said. “Let’s get started. ” James, ready our Goddess.”
The dark-skinned man nodded, and removed Molly’s outer coat. He brushed his lips across her neck and she shivered.
“Not ready yet?” Heavener asked. “That’s fine. Let me tell you what we do here.”
Molly felt James’s big, strong hands slide down her sides, feeling the taught shape made by her corset. His fingers started on the laces, loosening them, but he did not yet expose her breasts.
“We show women how far they can go. Tim, get the oil.” Heavener gestured to the small man, who produced a bottle of a sweet-smelling oil he began to rub between his hands.
“We make them come.” Heavener continued, as James’ hands eased Molly’s stockings off, as she lifted each leg obediently. He was nuzzling his nose against her neck again, and now she acquiesced. Somehow, she felt more comfortable already. ” It’s almost a…spiritual experience for us.” Heavener said, as the man he’d called Tim began to massage the oil into Molly’s legs. She let out a little moan, and allowed herself to be lifted by James’ strong arms and laid her down on the chaise. Tim massaged in wider and wider strokes, nearer and nearer Molly’s shaven pussy. Involuntarily, she arced her back toward the sensation.
“Does that feel good?” Heavener asked.
Molly nodded. It was rare that a trick actually made her feel good–but she could feel herself getting wet. She wanted a hand on her cunt.
“Ask.” Heavener demanded.
“Rub my cunt.” She gasped, feeling Tim’s hand immediately move to her mound, holding her whole pussy. He kneaded it firmly, and she felt herself slipping.
“Goddess Molly, do you give us permission to make you feel good?”
Molly nodded desperately, grinding her hips against Tim’s eager hand.
“You won’t be able to respond later. You need to be sure.”
James slipped her corset off, flicking her nipples. Molly moaned and instinctively started pushing her tits up toward him.
“Yes, yes. Make me feel good, make me cum!” She leaned her head back and James kissed her upside down, long and sensually, sucking her sweet bottom lip. The twins moved to her tits, each taking a nipple in their mouths and sucking deep. Molly gasped and looked to Tim desperately. As if reading her mind, he moved his head between her legs and began to lick. He was merciless, and talented. She had never been eaten so well. The twins continued sucking, as James offered deep kisses–and Molly was shocked to feel she was close to coming. She gasped.
Heavener laughed. “First one of the night. Do her, boys.” Molly’s body flushed, and she writhed beneath the men–only to feel them pull away.
“What? Please, please! Finish me!” She pleaded. Heavener himself smiled, and gestured to the men. She looked around and saw all their erect cocks, and knew what they were asking.
“You!” She said to Tim “In my pussy! And you!” She looked up at James “Get that cock in my mouth.” Secretly, Molly loved giving head, loved the feel of wrapping her lips really thick, really hard, pulsing dick. As if they had practiced a thousand times before, she felt both holes filled up at once–Tim slid in and James pulled her head back, shoving his giant cock inside. Molly had never felt so filled up–the men moved in perfect rhythm, as the twins moved their hands all over her body.
“Faster! Harder!” She shouted frantically, before pulling James’ cock back inside her mouth. Tim pounded harder, faster, as one of the twins rubbed her clit with his thumb.
“I can’t hold it anymore!” Tim shouted, grunting. With one final thrust, he let lose a huge, hot load of cum into Molly’s pussy. Feeling the stick sperm inside her pushed Molly over the edge, and she came again, her contracting cunt pushing some of the load out.
She lay panting. She couldn’t move any more–she paralyzed with pleasure.
James grabbed her head, and roughly shoved his cock in over and over. Molly didn’t care, it felt so good to be wanted so badly.
“Shoot it.” She muttered, unsure if he could understand. “I want to eat your cum.” She sucked as hard as she could muster, and feeling James’ balls jerk, swallowed the hot spurt of cum from his thick black dick.
“Goddess has a sweet mouth.” He said, and kissed her, even as his own cum dripped from her lips. Molly felt so satisfied, sucking on his lips with savor. She was limp with pleasure, exhausted with the force of her pleasure, as she felt herself lifted from the chaise.
“We always share.” One of the twins whispered, his breath warm on her neck. She leaned in to kiss him on the mouth, and used what little strength she had left to reach back and stroke his brother’s hair. She’d heard Shayla talk about this kind of experience before, being passed back and forth between two cocks–Shayla, of course, loved it. It wasn’t until she felt a hard cock pushed against her asshole that she realized what the men intended to do to her.
“No…” she gasped “No DP.”
The twin to her back began to massage her ass, stroking her hole.
“We only want to make you feel good.”
The men had proved themselves at this, Molly thought. She felt him push again at her anus with his thick cock tip. She was so wet from her cunt, dripping with both her juices and Tim’s cum she felt it slide in easily, and out again just as easily.
“Do it. Pound my ass and pussy together.” She moaned, as the twins worked together, bouncing her on their identical dicks. She’d expected a sawing motion, being pushed back and forth between the men, but they worked in perfect rhythm, thrusting as one. They grunted, she could tell they were feeling their cocks rub together as they stretched her holes–she’d never been part of something so dirty. She began to thrust on her own, finding her second wind, winning another orgasm that gushed her own fluids and the cum inside her. The brothers, for their part, reached around Molly, pressing her close between them as they simultaneously unloaded into her raw cunt and her virgin asshole, kissing either side of her neck, their tongues occasionally finding one another. They kissed her gently on her cheek and forehead as they withdrew they cocks and lay her back on the chaise, where she sprawled, her holes oozing with cum, red, swollen. On her breasts and ass were small, thumbprint bruises of passion that matched a few she’d laid on the men too.
Brother Heavener approached her.
Molly shook her head.
“I can’t, I can’t come anymore, I can barely move!”
He shushed her.
“You don’t have to. Nothing I love like a spent Goddess.” He stroked his penis, as Molly watched it get thicker even than it had been as he watched her. She was too exhausted to demur, to say it was bad form for an escort to just lie back and take it.
Brother Heavener slid into Molly’s newly-widened pussy, sluicing through his associate’s cum. Molly lay panting as Heavener picked up speed. Strangely, she felt her clit stirring again–there was no way she could come one more time.
“Ah, you like that, right?” Heavener asked, and she nodded weakly. He put a thumb to her clit and rubbed with his rhythmic motions. “You’ve been beautiful, you know that?” He asked her, leaning down to lick her nipples of the sweat and cum that soaked them. “One of the best.” He said, a final thrust, and she felt his cock pulse, twitch, hot, thick jets inside her –
But more than that, she felt a tingling that started in her toes, a warmth that spread up her legs, through her chest, getting hotter at her cunt, and she felt herself squirting–something Molly never believed possible–as her body shook with the force of the strongest orgasm she’d ever felt.
“Wake up, sleepy-slut.” Molly heard Shayla call in a sing song voice.
“What happened?” Molly asked “Where are the boys?”
“They’ve gone. That’s how they do their thing–but they called me to pick you up.” Molly thought to be embarrassed, as covered in cum and sweat as she was, but found herself quite clean. Someone had obviously bathed her carefully, gently even–the soreness she felt after a group job had been assuaged by a salve one of the kind men had massaged into her over-worked pussy.
Molly tried to stand, but Shayla stopped her.
“Don’t try, lady. Or should I say Goddess.” she laughed.
“They called you that too?”
“They aren’t a cult, I don’t think. just, hangers on. Worshippers of the Goddess.”
“Temple Goddesses are hard to come by, these days, I guess.” Molly laughed, letting Shayla lead her toward the door.
“Oh, no. I think they make us come pretty easy.” Shayla smiled, as the two women hobbled back to their car, both aglow with sex and vitality.
Chrissy Martinez, Latina Stud #6: Aftermath
I know its been awhile; I had some things to finalize, which I sort’ve done, a bit…anyhow, I have a new Chrissy Martinez Episode for you, and I hope you lovely, loyal darlings enjoy it -”Jill” n “Jack” to your lil’ hearts content!
The luscious housewife’s mind has been in a torment since her savage butt- fucking at the hands of the determined Chrissy Martinez: whether to report the attack or endure what will certainly be future, repeated sessions…after much praying and soul-searching, and on the advice of her pastor (she only gave the man the barest description, certainly not the part about her ANAL VIOLATION or the fact that her attacker had been a WOMAN!), she makes a call to her local precinct and requests that a female detective be sent to her home so that she can make a formal report…Louise has no intention of trying to explain the events to a MALE detective…how she will keep the news from her husband she doesn’t know…
In the time it takes the detective to arrive, Louise has changed her mind a dozen times about the wisdom of what she’s about to do. Before she can flip-flop a thirteenth time, her door-bell rings:
“Good afternoon, M’am, I’m Detective Lopez”
The strikingly-pretty Latina investigator shows her a badge, which Louise gives a cursory glance before allowing her visitor entrance to her home. They seat themselves in the expensively-appointed living room and Louise has coffee while Detective Lopez sips on a bottle of mineral water. The female investigator writes down the time, date, location, etc of the alleged crime, then asks Mrs. Parker a few pointed questions:
“Mrs. Parker…if this date you’ve given me is correct, the alleged incident happened ten days ago…why the delay in reporting it?”
“I-I was ashamed, I suppose, and humiliated” the buxom homemaker replies.
“W-eelll… I was raped by a FEMALE, Detective Lopez…I’m sure that’s not normal. And the CIRCUMSTANCES are…quite embarrassing”
“I see…that reminds me: what did the attacker use to achieve penetration? I ask because Rape indicates penetration of some sort.”
Louise blushes furiously before answering. She knows, however, that the question was bound to be asked sooner or later, and she steels herself before speaking.
“She…had one of those… rubber TOYS…a BIG one…it-it was fitted around her waist by some sort of belt or harness…OH GOD! This so is embarrassing!”
“A strap-on dildo?”
“Is that what it’s called? I wouldn’t know”
“I understand your discomfort, and I have only a few more questions. The penetration was vaginal, anal or both?”
Louise Parker shifts a bit uncomfortably on her still-sore bottom.
“Ummm…anal, no vaginal”
“And you are absolutely certain that your attacker was a young Latina woman, medium height, slim build; any tattoos or scars that you remember?”
“You have no idea who it was? None at all?”
“Well…I…I-I wasn’t completely honest when I gave my report to the officer on the phone…I do know who the woman was”
Detective Lopez remains stoic. “Well, that’s alright. You have every right to be afraid of possible retaliation, and I understand fully your hesitation at discussing something such as this with a male detective. So…who was it?”
“My neighbor-Christina Martinez”
“How is it that you know your attacker’s name? Rather, how did you find-out her identity? Did you speak to the young lady’s parents?”
“No…I asked around the neighborhood.”
“Mmmm…Mrs. Parker, before I forget…did you put-up a struggle? You don’t appear to be bruised, at least not facially”
“She’s…very strong. I was, AM, afraid of her. I’ve never had a fight in my life, Detective. I never had a chance to defend myself. I just did whatever she told me to, so as not to be hurt anymore than I already was”
“I see.” After jotting the name down in her notebook, Lopez puts the little leather-bound spiral note pad away .
“You realize that any evidence that might be useful in this case is almost certainly lost. As part of procedure, I will need to take some pictures of any bruises that you may still have for the file. Please take off your clothes”
“I-Are you sure that’s necessary? Just thinking about what happened makes me… just brings it all back”
“Mrs. Parker, I have ten pending cases, not including this one, all of the same type as yours. In those cases, the victims DID NOT WAIT ten days to report their alleged crimes, and cooperated FULLY in the ensuing investigations. I understand that you’ve been traumatized, and have suffered, but I need to either get FULL cooperation from you, or write this up as ‘VICTIM UN-COOPERATIVE’ and move-on to my other cases… so…STRIP…NOW, or I’m outta here”
Properly chastened, Louise begins undressing while Detective Lopez steps out of the room. In the few minutes she’s out of Louise’s sight, she makes a whispered cell phone call…
Chrissy Martinez checks her caller id before answering her ringing mobile phone.
” ‘Sup? Que onda, prima…Oh she DID, hmmm? Right, right…You’re there now? ‘Kay…Give me about 30 minutes…that bitch is gonna wish she had kept her fuckin’ mouth shut! Bien, bye”
What a stupid bitch, the young Latina muses as she returns to her earlier task, which was finishing some chemistry homework due the next day. The cunt will be shocked out of her white-bread mind when she discovers that Detective Lopez is Chrissy’s cousin Lourdes (Lulu), daughter of her dad Ramon’s sister and a notorious “cocks-woman” in her own right.
Chrissy finishes-up her assignment, straps-on, and leaves the house.
She jumps the fence and checks to see if she is being observed before continuing to the back-door. She pulls-out her cell phone and hits # 6 to speed dial…
Lorraine is stripping as ordered : her expensive silk blouse, dark blue in color, is draped-over a nearby easy chair; she is busy struggling-out of her tight black skirt when Detective Lopez’ cellular phone rings. “Hey…OK, c’mon in; we’re in the living room.”
Louise is shocked-into immobility. “Who-what-who were you speaking to?”, she quavers.
Her question is answered seconds later when Chrissy walks into the living room; actually, SWAGGERS in would be more accurate.
Oh, my dear lord” The shocked housewife’s whisper is barely audible. All hope of a positive resolution withers and dies; she sees, too late, that the wicked teenager is too powerful, too well-connected…she can never hope to bring her to justice and re-claim her former life. In the few seconds after Chrissy enters the room, Louise Parker surrenders to what she sees now as her fate. If Chrissy has accomplices on the POLICE FORCE, no one: not her husband, not her pastor, NO ONE can help her now…
“Wuz up, bitch?” Chrissy greets her neighbor. “Called the cops on me, hmmm? Guess what, dumb ass: Detective Lopez here is my COUSIN, so you really fucked up…and you are gonna find out just how serious that fuck-up is, once we get through with you”
The horny young female rapist’s long fingers work the zipper of her baggy jeans, then pull out the same huge latex dong she’d used on Louise during her home invasion of nearly one week and a half ago…the look on Louise’s face is one of recognition, also resignation, as the full import of her blunder sinks in.
Chrissy informs Louise that if the busty housewife can use her tongue to “snitch”, she can use it to make up for her treachery; she lifts her intimidatingly-huge strap-on cock out of the way and spreads her legs, then orders Louise onto her knees. “Eat me, bitch”…
Louise does as she’s told; she kneels before Chrissy and peeks at the hairless pink slit between the younger woman’s sturdy thighs. The sooner she complies with their orders, the sooner her ordeal will be over, so she leans forward , closes her eyes tightly, and tentatively flicks her tongue at the nea t, glistening female gash. Chrissy pushes her hips forward, so that the older woman’s face is mashed against her crotch, and warns her that if she doesn’t get to it and show some enthusiasm, that the voluptuous brunette’s ass will pay the price. Louse hurries to obey, instinctively, though a bit clumsily, clamping her mouth over her tormentor’s juicy cunt. Her tongue swabs up and down, around and around, and though it lack finesse, it succeeds in causing the young Latina to utter a faint groan of pleasure.
Lulu folds her jacket carefully over the easy chair she’d been seated in earlier, then un-clips the holstered 9mm Berretta automatic from her belt and places it on top. Her pullover blouse is next, then her tailored slacks; she takes-up a position behind the kneeling homemaker wearing a black thong, high heels, and of course, a ten inch long rubber dick strapped to her slim middle.
She grabs Louise’s buttocks and pries them open; Louise gasps as Lulu shoves a slender finger deep into the puckered brown starfish nestled between those round, fleshy ass-mounds. The rough treatment of her poor back-door causes the beleaguered brunette to scream, which is muffled by Chrissy’s muscular thighs. A yank on her hair convinces her to continue her sloppy, in-expert tongue- action on Chrissy’s bald puss.. .
Though Louise’s oral efforts are far from skillful, her hot wet, tongue still manages to excite Chrissy to the point that her juices are flowing freely, so much so that the flavorful secretions overflow the captive wife and mother’s mouth and spill down her face.
Behind her, Lulu digs her fingers into the deep crack between her ass-cheeks and spreads them wide. A second or two later, the horny detective’s fat, greasy cock-head sockets-itself firmly-against her stinging anal grommet. Louise’s guts chill briefly when Chrissy makes this statement: “Fuck that ass like you OWN IT, prima.”
Lulu has every intention of doing JUST THAT:
The steady, relentless pressure of the fat, lubricated cock-head on the weakened center of Louise’s anal pucker has the inevitable result: the blunt rammer over-comes the perfunctory resistance and pops-into into her steamy interior. The choked gasp Louise utters is muffled by the steamy pussy her face is buried in. At the same time, Lulu reaches down and around and presses the tip of her ring finger into their victim’s lightly-furred cupcake. Louise groans and her head tosses from side to side; the outrageous sensations of cock and finger are maddening and despite herself, the buxom brunette captive is getting wet.
Chrissy decides that the novice cunt-licker should put her pretty mouth to better use and pushes Louise away. “Open wide, mami” the beautiful high schooler demands, grasping the base of her big dingus and presenting it to her kneeling sex-slave. Louise submissively opens her mouth and accepts the plum-sized head of Chrissy’s dick; there is nothing else for it except to obey.
Lulu plunges slowly through the voluptuous housewife’s buttery rectal walls, stretching and filling her completely. The pinkish-brown crinkle sinks in and sucks outward on the formidable dong as Lulu continues to butt-fuck the buxom, double-stuffed Christian wife with increasing power. As the pain lessens and the pleasure grows, Louise moves her sexy ass in a spastic, circling motion, tentatively at first, then more forcefully with each stroke. Her dark pucker clings to the base of the thick rubber pole as it slides in and out.
Hot little sparks of want sear through the now-willing older woman; she moans in delight as the double attack on her senses continues.
Louise’s pillowy, spread ass cheeks smack against the fronts of the Latina detective’s thighs, and her soft cries of ecstasy are getting louder, though not as loud as they would be without Chrissy’s long, thick dick stuffing her throat. Now its’ CHRISSY’S TURN…
The horny cousin’s change places; Lulu grins evilly as she presents her lightly-soiled butt-buster to the over-heated Louise, who knows exactly what is expected of her:
Louise takes the head of the monster into her mouth. She cringes and gags when the taste of the KY mixed with her own anal secretions hits her palate. Lulu has no regard for her discomfort and pushes her hips forward, hard, spearing the shaft so deeply that Louise is sure that her tonsils will snap- off if the pressure keeps up.
Lulu’s strong fingers, buried in the heavy-titted captive’s dark, silky tresses, force Louise’s head down even further, until the thick latex truncheon is sunk deep in her throat.
Louise is so intent on suppressing her “gag reflex” that she doesn’t notice Chrissy move-around behind her and get to her knees.
“UhhhOHHHMYGAWD; My dear LORD!”
The super-stacked house-wife groans brokenly when her rear portal is breached for the second time; this entry is just as rough as the first. With her mouth and throat crammed full of two massive pseudo cocks the prim and proper pillar of her church community is just another wanton lesbian anal whore on the receiving end of what she wants , needs, and DESERVES… The merciless Latina hammers her 10″ latex prick into Mrs. Parker’s sore and abused ass.
After several minutes of rapid pounding, Chrissy pauses, her cock buried in her rape victim’s ass to the hilt. With a quick, practiced motion, she pulls her ass-stretcher almost free of Louise’s sphincter, then rams it all the way back in, hard. The Latina Stud repeats this process several times, the pace of her shafting increasing with each painful thrust.
Blessedly, Lulu finally withdraws from her throat, and the anally-skewered brunette can draw in her first un-encumbered breath in some time. Her lips and throat are very sore, as is her brutally stretched ass-hole. Despite this, Louise’s vacant fanny twitches with itchy heat; now cumming continuously, she experiences a kind of full-body muscle spasm, she vainly tries to fight-off the growing intensity of the coming orgasm but is unsuccessful, finally jerking and writing in a ticklish sort of agony that leaves her gasping and weak, even as Chrissy continues her relentless anal assault.
Jackie slowly walked into her trainer’s office. She was 5’7, 23 and had a tight body with long brown hair and 34B tits. She was completely naked swinging her ass how she was taught.
Jackie got on all fours as she walked into Matt’s office, where he was naked. She had just finished her workout with him and had to masturbate twice before she could come in again.
He looked at her and smiled. He was 5’11 had short brown hair and a meaty 10 inch dick. She looked at him with lustful eyes.
“I finished my workout coach” she muttered, “Can I go now coach?”
He loved it when she called him coach. “Yeah go but I have some rules for next time you come for your workout. You are going to go to the store and buy tight short shorts; they will be two sizes too small and will show off your pussy lips and your little ass. Got it slut?” he laughed, “you will not wear a bra or underwear and you will not get wet at all, if I see and pussy juice on your shorts you get punished. Be here at 9 tomorrow. Understand”
“Yes coach,” she moaned as he inserted beads into her ass. “Whatever you say coach.” She felt the beads slowly, one by one, slide into her tight asshole. After a while, Jackie got dressed and left.
She knew she was to keep the beads in and wear them until tomorrow. She remembered the first time she met Matt. It was amazing. She thought back on it:
She called for a personal trainer and was told to go to his house. When she got there she was told to first take off her bra and panties but leave her outer clothes on. While she worked out he would help her and he would give her small touches. He would pinch her tits or spank her ass and she loved it. He even stripped down to his boxers as he helped her work out. She kept feeling pokes in her ass, his dick hitting into her.
Eventually he had her take off her shorts but had her leave her shirt on. He rubbed up against her, for a second spreading her ass cheeks and touching his cock to her ass. She did as she was told and she was told to do a bridge. She lied on her back and pushed herself up into the position, displaying her pussy. She was already wet and on the verge of orgasm from all of the touches and poking.
As she raised her body she felt his meat penetrate her. “Don’t you dare fall down this is your workout now stay up.” Coach told her as he rammed into her. She could barely keep herself up. Alas, soon she fell, rocked by an amazing orgasm, and he smiled.
“Now it gets fun,” He laughed. He then pulled out two jump ropes, and tied each hand to each foot and he brought his dick to her face. “You’re bad at this, we need to practice. So here is your choice, you either suck me off then swallow or you get punished. Which is it?” he asked.
“I…uh,” Jackie stuttered. She wanted to be fucked more than anything. If that meant sucking his dick, she was up to it. “I want to suck your dick Matt.”"
Wrong answer, you will call me coach, not Matt. From now on, I am your coach, and you always obey coach. Now you get punished for not obeying.” Coach grinned.
Still in a daydream, Jackie was still recollecting as she walked down the street of how he had punished her. She was on her way to her next session as people stared at her tiny attire. She was covered, but every curve was visible, especially her now rock-hard nipples. She could feel the men, and even some women, drink in her pussy, ass, and tits. She was also still wearing her beads, rejoicing in the feel but knowing she wasn’t to get wet.
She decided to stop at a small coffee shop; she wanted to make sure that she was awake for Coach. She walked in, and all eyes seemed to turn to her. Especially, however, a 18 year old kid whom she used to babysit for. Jackie decided she wanted to have some fun before practice, and this teen was the perfect thing. She bought her coffee, drank it quickly, and then walked over to the kid. He was sitting by himself, typing on his computer. Jackie walked behind him and began to read. It was an erotic story he was writing. She leaned into is back, pressing her breasts against his back, and whispered into his ear.
“Well then, looks like little Kyle Peters is all grown up. Now, come with me and I wont tell your parents, you pervy little boy.” She crooned.
He slammed his computer shut and turned around. Surprisingly, he was acne free, short blonde hair, and from what Jackie could tell, had a sizeable dick in his pants. He nodded to her proposition, and then stood to follow her. Jackie stood up all the way and began to lead him behind the store.
“M-m-miss Winters, are you su-” he stammered.
” Shhh, call me Jackie, or even better, call me slave. I’m yours to do with Kyle. I know you used to eye me all the time, so here it is. Fuck me right here if you want!” Jackie almost yelled. But, she had forgotten how smart the kid was.
“I have a better idea, slave. How about you come by my place tomorrow near 5 pm, but don’t be so overdressed. Come in a G-string and bra, we’ll go from there. If you’re as slutty and horny as you look, you’ll do it.” He said smiling.
“You’ve got it you pervy teen. But what about your parents?” She asked.
“Out for the summer, went to Alaska, not my thing. But you are. Now, since you caused me to get all hard like this, I want a blowjob. You will swallow or I take away your clothes. Now on your knees slave.”
Jackie did as she was instructed. She was exhilarated, her little boy was all grown up, and ready to fuck. She decided to really give it to him, and she took off her top, and then she pulled off his shorts and boxers. An 8-inch cock burst out into her face. She opened her mouth just enough to fit his meat into her mouth. Kyle grabbed her hair and began to fuck her throat. Jackie closed her eyes and imagined Coach. After five minutes, Kyle blew his load. Jackie swallowed all of his cum, and then kept sucking, milking out every last drop.
She stood up and looked at Kyle, then smiled, “Your house at 5?” she asked coyly.
“Yeah” he moaned, as she walked away.
She kept thinking of what this session would be like, maybe she would have to run a mile with nipple clamps, or maybe have Ma—Coach would actually fuck her like last time. She wasn’t sure whether the fucking or torture was better.
She finally lost it and went into an alley and began to fantasize as she stuck her hand in her tight little shorts. Jackie began to think of how bad she was and rubbed her pussy lips then slowly slid one finger into herself. Then she slowly slid another finger into her pussy, and then played with the beads in her ass. She began to masturbate wildly in the alley. In and out, in and out. When she was done she was sweaty and her crotch was soaked. She knew she would get punished for this.
The first time he punished her, she loved it. Coach first pulled the jump ropes off of her and retied them so she was tied to the wall. She didn’t fight him; she wanted it to happen, hard. He then pulled out a vibrator and put just barely touching her pussy lips and another right up against her ass. He then turned them on. Jackie was horny all over again but if she tried to rub against the vibrators, coach would move them away and turn them off. It went on for almost three hours until Jackie could barely contain herself but Coach never allowed her to cum.
“Please fuck me or let me cum. please matt please!” Jackie begged.
“You little slut, I said call me coach.” He said and he went up to her flipped her around and began to spank her firm little ass.
Over and over he slapped and slapped until Jackie began to love the feel, she stuck he ass out for more. Then Coach stopped again.
“You obviously haven’t had a good exercise routine set up and you seem to be begging for more so I will untie you and you will get dressed and come back in a week.” Coach instructed her. That had been 6 months ago. Now Jackie had an almost daily workout routine. She was a good slave and a good student.
Jackie looked up after fucking herself in the alley and saw another girl there, watching her. Jackie got wet and horny all over again from knowing that she attracted attention from a passerby. The girl looked about 17, with short black hair and small but perky 32A tits. She wore only a sports bra and tight yoga pants.
“You dirty girl, watching me fuck myself, how naughty. How…sexy! What’s your name?” Jackie crooned, her hand still in her shorts, still massaging her clit.
“I-I-I’m Taylor, sorry I didn’t mean to um…intrude on you. I heard moaning and i…um, saw you, But then I just kind of watched. Sorry.” Taylor quickly mumbled. She acted ashamed and embarrassed, but she secretly wanted a taste of that adventurous alley-masturbator’s pussy.
“Well then Taylor, you saw me fucking myself so I need to see something similar. It’s already 9:30 so no on will be out walking this late.” Jackie said through a growing smile. Thinking like Coach she said, “How about you strip down and give me those clothes. You can come with me, there is someone, you little slut, that you have to meet.”
Taylor tried to act unsure, but quickly and willingly stripped. First she took off her tight sports bra, revealing her sexy small tits, and then she peeled away her yoga pants and her shoes followed after. She was completely shaved. The 17-year-old beauty stood completely nude in front of Jackie. Jackie then began to get even more devious. She reached behind herself and slowly pulled out her anal beads.
“Now for part two, while you walk with me, you will have these in your ass, got it Taylor?” Jackie barked.
Taylor actually whimpered at this, she had never done ass play before. In her moment of doubt she tried to cover herself, but Jackie stood up and quickly paced over to Taylor. Jackie bent pushed Taylor over to a wall of the ally and had her bend down. Jackie got onto her knees and began licking Taylor’s young asshole. Taylor, with her virgin asshole, began to moan and scream. When it was lubed enough, Jackie slowly slid to beads into Taylor’s ass.
“FUCK, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, oh yeah that’s fucking good. Shove them in me, oh yes, oh lord YES!” Taylor screamed as she came. Jackie was only halfway with the string of beads when Taylor came, so she kept going to the last one. Jackie managed to get all of the beads into the virgin asshole, but made Taylor cum twice while doing so.
“She is going to be the perfect fuck-toy for Coach and me.” Jackie thought. “Okay Taylor,” She said out loud, “You are going to follow me to my fitness instructor’s house. If you try to go anywhere, remember I have your clothes and you have some very special beads in your ass.” Jackie was getting wet all over again just from thinking about this little teen..
“Now before we go, I don’t think I really finished and you haven’t paid me back for the show; so on your knees, my little bitch.”
Taylor rushed at the opportunity; finally she was getting that sweet pussy. But first, Jackie pulled out a dog leash and collar from her purse, usually reserved for her. She put the collar on Taylor’s hands, binding them together, and she attached the leash. Then, while tightly holding the leash, Jackie lowered her short shorts and walked up to Taylor’s open and waiting mouth. Taylor already had her tongue stretched out, almost begging to be Jackie’s slave just for a taste of her pussy.
Jackie moved forward one last bit, and Taylor went to work. Taylor was slow at first, but she sped up quickly. She traced Jackie’s outer lips, and then slip her tongue in and out of her pussy. Jackie moaned, and began to push Taylor’s head closer to her. Then Taylor couldn’t control herself. She thrust her tongue into Jackie’s pussy and rubbed Jackie’s clit with her nose.
Jackie had never had someone eat her out with such animosity before, and she had cum within a minute. She fell to the ground, thanking Taylor and her tongue. Taylor blushed, getting even wetter, at the fact that the pleasure was all hers. She was, however, sad that it was over for now. But she, Taylor, couldn’t wait to be brought to this mystery place with this delicious mystery girl. She licked her lips, taking in the last of Jackie’s taste. Amazing.
“Wow slut, that was pretty damn good, I might just have to keep you for myself!” Jackie remarked. “Well, it’s almost ten, and I’m and hour late for my lesson because of you. Now stand up, clench your little beaded ass, and get ready for a little trip. Oh, Coach is going to love you.”
Taylor stood up slowly, waving her ass at Jackie. Jackie could only think of the things she wanted to do to her new playmate. She spanked Taylor. “Now, now, if you keep being so naughty I might have to punish you, do you want that?” Jackie remarked. She pulled the leash in between Taylor’s legs, rubbing her already wet pussy. She wanted to just fuck her now. Alas, she had to get to Coach. Within minutes, the two were standing in front of the house. Jackie was ready, knowing how she would be punished for being tardy, but rewarded for Taylor. Maybe she could even keep Taylor as her own slave. She wasn’t sure; all Jackie knew was one thing: she needed a workout.
“Now here’s the thing Taylor, for this man, his name is Coach, I am his slave. You are my slave. You are at our mercy bitch. We will do whatever we want to you if we so please, if you stay. Now you can go jog home, nude with anal beads, or you can come with me. Which is it?” Jackie asked Taylor.
Taylor walked up t o Jackie and pushed her mouth onto her new master’s. Jackie’s taste was still on Taylor’s lips, allowing them to both taste her.
“I am your little bitch. Watching you fuck yourself was my greatest idea. If this Coach is what you say he is, then I’m ready. You already took my anal virginity; maybe he’ll take my pussy. Or, if you don’t mind the few minutes, you can do it now.” Taylor said as she grinded on Jackie’s leg. Jackie got the message; she opened the door to Coach’s house, and pulled Taylor in with her.
They needed a workout.
Dean used to have dreams as a kid. They never made any sense, and he could never remember them once he woke up, but he always remembered the same thing every time. The word ‘Karmina’. He’d looked the word up in the dictionary, but it wasn’t there. He’d looked it up on the internet, but nothing came up that meant anything. So he just put it out of his mind, and never spoke about it to anyone. It was a pity really, because if he had talked about it, his life would have been very different indeed.
The first time he even actually spoke the word was just after his 23rd birthday, and he was on his way back home from a holiday in Australia. He checked into the cheap hotel close to the airport, dropping his bag on the floor and holding the door open for the woman following him. All flights out of Sydney that day were cancelled due to some volcanic cloud of ash that was too much of a risk for pilots, and so everyone’s flights were delayed until further notice. That could have been days, according to everyone Dean had asked, and so everyone who had booked a flight that day was offered free accommodation at nearby hotels. Unfortunately there were so many people there that day, and not enough hotel rooms available, so that meant there were a lot of people that were desperate for a place to stay. Fiona was one such person.
The two of them had met after the news had been broken over the airport’s p.a. system. Dean had been given a room just down the road, but Fiona had gotten there too late, and there were no rooms left. A lot of people had been asking around to find out if anyone was willing to share, and Fiona had asked Dean. So the two of them were stuck sharing the cheap single room while they waited for who-knows how long for the airport to be given the all-clear.
Fiona was nice, cheerful, and very grateful to Dean for letting her share with him. She was so amused to hear his American accent, since she was from somewhere further south, where there weren’t many tourists. Dean had admitted that he liked her accent too, that it was cute. So the two of them started talking as the bus took them past the hotel, and were laughing at each other’s jokes and stories. Dean couldn’t help but check out her body when she wasn’t looking. She was only just shorter than him by at least two inches, and her long curly black hair flowed down her back like a rippling waterfall. She was wearing a low cut top as well, showing him a peek of cleavage, as well as the massive swell of her D-cup breasts. She had a nice curvy body too, not fat or anything, but she was cuddly in all the right places, even though she had a flat stomach.
He was still checking out her large, firm ass cheeks as he held the door open for her. There were only two rooms. One served as a bed/living room, and there was the bathroom with a shower, sink, and toilet, along with a small set of shelves for the first aid kit. The bed was only big enough for one person to sleep comfortably. Dean’s cock twitched at the thought of sharing a bed with this woman he’d just met.
“Is it alright if I take the bed?” Fiona asked, already sitting down and taking off her jacket. Dean’s heart sank. She wasn’t interested. Not to be beaten so easily, he gave it a try anyway.
“Well, we could always share. I don’t want to have to sleep on the floor.” he said with a grin. She frowned for a moment and then laughed nervously.
“Uh . . . I don’t think so. It isn’t that kind of arrangement, ok?”
Oh well, he thought. That would’ve been fun.
That night, as Dean lay on the floor uncomfortably in his sleeping bag, he eventually drifted off to sleep, and had a dream. It seemed so familiar, and it all seemed so real to him, even though he knew it was a dream the whole time. He saw snatches of images, people he remembered seeing throughout his life. Most of all he could see all the women he’d met. Most clear of all were the ones he’d liked or fantasized over. They were walking, or sitting, or laying down asleep, each one coming into focus before his eyes one by one. Each time they did, he heard a whispered voice say ‘Karmina’, and suddenly they’d change. They’d stand where they were, eyes open and completely still, like a doll that had stopped moving, and they’d do whatever he wanted them to do. One by one they came into focus, the voice would call out ‘Karmina’, and then they’d switch off and listen to his commands. Over and over it happened, one woman after the other. He made them take off all their clothes and dance for him. He made them take off his pants and suck his long, hard cock. He told them to turn around on all fours or on their back and let him fuck them, which they did willingly, and happily. They enjoyed what was being done to them, they liked being told what to do. In his dream he fucked every girl that he could remember, ever girl he’d ever liked, and told them that he was the best they’d ever had, and they screamed his name as they came on his thrusting dick.
Dean woke up suddenly and sat up straight. He was covered with sweat, and his erection was making a tent in the sleeping bag. This time he didn’t forget the dream at all, he remembered everything exactly. He could swear that he could still hear the voice whispering in his ear, the same word over and over and over. ‘Karmina’. He heard a gentle snore interrupt his thoughts, and he looked over to the bed to see Fiona with her back to him, asleep. Without really thinking about what he was doing, he got up and slipped out of his sleeping bag. He stepped over to the bed, and knelt down on the sheets next to her. Without bothering being careful he lifted the covers off of her, and marveled at what he saw. She was sleeping in just her panties and a large cotton shirt. It was a cold night, and her nipples were poking into the soft fabric in the sudden chill. The shape of her breasts were clearly outlined under the taut material as she lay with it bunched up under her. Suddenly she opened her eyes and saw him looking down at her with a large tent in his boxers. She screamed and lashed out with her foot, catching him in the stomach. The wind was knocked out of him as she scrambled out of bed, snatched up her clothes and ran for the door.
“Karmina.” Dean said hoarsely, still doubled over after she kicked him, and all at once she froze in place. She was in mid-stride, halfway to the door, when she just stopped and stood there, completely still. Dean watched her, not quite sure what was happening. Eventually the dull pain in his stomach faded and he could stand up straight. Cautiously he walked over to her, and stood in front of her. Her eyes were open, and blank, staring right through him.
“Fiona?” he asked, feeling his heart beating a mile a minute. He was terrified and exhilarated at the same time. He could barely bring himself to hope that his dreams were coming true. She didn’t respond in any way.
“Fiona, can you hear me?”
“Yes.” she said, in a dull and faraway voice. Dean decided to find out if what was happening was what he thought. Her breasts were rising and falling with her breathing, and he was staring at them as he spoke.
“Fiona, you feel safe and secure with me. In no way do you feel frightened or threatened by me. In fact you like me very much, and want to be my friend.”
She repeated his instructions exactly, almost word for word, except saying ‘I’ instead of ‘you’ and so on. When she made no move afterwards, he took a deep breath and spoke again.
“Wake up now.”
It was like flipping a switch. One moment she was completely still and staring at nothing, and the next she blinked and almost ran into him.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry Dean. I don’t know what came over me. For a minute I was really scared.” she said, and dropped her clothes where she stood in front of him. She walked back to the bed and sat down, breathing hard as though there had been no pause in her running.
“How do you feel now?” he asked carefully.
“Fine now. It must have been a nightmare or something.” she said with a smile. “It’s good that you’re here, Dean. I feel safe with you here.”
“Really?” said Dean, and he sat down next to her, examining her face for any sign of deceit.
“Yea, really. In fact I think I could go back to bed now. Normally I can’t sleep all night after a nightmare, but I actually feel completely fine now.”
She turned to crawl back into bed, but Dean stopped her by putting a hand on her shoulder. She turned to look at him, thinking that he wanted to say something to her. She smiled warmly, and Dean’s cock stirred again at the thought that came to him.
“Karmina.” he said, and once again there was the change. All expression left her face, and she turned to face forward, eyes staring at nothing.
“Fiona, can you hear me?” he asked her once more.
“Yes.” she said dreamily.
“Do you like me?”
“Do you think I’m attractive?”
“Do you want to have sex with me?”
“No.” she said, and Dean frowned.
“Because I don’t want to have sex with people I’ve just met.” she said, still in her dreamy, faraway voice.
“Because I don’t want to be a slut.”
“Fiona, you are a slut.” he said, hoping against hope.
“I am a slut.”
“Do you want to have sex with me?”
Dean’s dick was completely erect again, and he gripped it through his boxers, sending tingles of pleasure rip through him.
“Why?” he asked her.
“Because I am a slut.”
Dean couldn’t stop smiling, and quickly thought up a plan that would fulfill some of his favorite fantasies.
“Fiona, whenever you hear me say the word ‘bitch’, you will become aroused, and you will like it when I say that you are a bitch.”
His instructions were repeated back to him perfectly, and his dick throbbed under his hand.
“Each time you hear me say the word ‘bitch’ you will become more and more aroused, but you won’t be able to find release no matter what. When you hear me say the word ‘slut’, you will have the most powerful, earth shattering orgasm you’ve ever experienced, and you will feel very relaxed afterwards, and any arousal you felt before will go away.”
She repeated his instructions to him, and he almost came right then and there at the thought of what was to come.
“Do you like taking it in the ass, Fiona?” he asked.
“Because it hurts.”
“Have you tried it before?”
“Fiona, from now on, anal sex feels just as good to you as vaginal sex. Anything I tell you to do using the words ‘do you think’ you will want to do immediately, and you will enjoy doing it.”
Once she repeated the words back to him, he told her to wake up, and she blinked, back to normal and completely unaware of what had happened. She looked at him and grinned.
“Thank you again for letting me share your room.” she said, and then began to crawl into bed.
“Where are you going bitch?” Dean said, and she stopped where she was and gasped.
“I was just going to go back to sleep.”
“You can’t do that until you thank me properly, bitch.”
Dean saw the change in her immediately. She was sitting in the middle of the bed, facing him, and rubbing her legs together. Her eyes shone at him in the street lamps from outside, peeking over the wave of curly hair draped over her shoulder.
“And how could I do that, baby?” she asked him.
“Do you think you could take off your clothes?”
She stripped out of her shirt without any hesitation, finally revealing her larger full breasts to him. He reached out to touch them, and she moaned as his large hands squeezed them and pinched her nipples. As he was fondling her tits, she hooked a thumb under the waist of her panties, and slid them down her legs, and letting them drop off her foot onto the floor. He could smell the hot musk of her pussy, and he knew she was very wet.
“You like it when I touch your tits don’t you bitch?”
He felt a tremor run through her body as he said he magic word, and she moaned louder, grinding her legs together even more. He ran a hand up and down her thighs, and looking directly into his eyes, spread her legs as wide as she could. He was thrilled to see that she was completely shaven. He loved a bald pussy, and he saw that she was indeed very wet. Wasting no time, he lay down in front of her, and started lapping up her juices around her wet cunt, and then he used his fingers to part her juicy and swollen pussy lips to slip his tongue inside her warm, tight hole.
With a loud moan she wrapped her legs around his face, and put her hands on the back of his head. He swirled his tongue around, breathing heavily through his mouth. Her clit was poking out from under its hood and was rubbing against his nose. He wrapped his lips around it and started to suck it, making Fiona scream and hump his face. She was trying to cum, but she couldn’t no matter how hard she tried.
Dean sat up and stripped off his boxers, revealing his six and a half inch cock. Fiona laid eyes on it and quickly grabbed her legs to pull them back further, completely exposing herself. Dean crawled up to her and used one hand to hold his throbbing member, and the other to hold onto her leg. He guided the knob of his dick into her pussy, and it felt so hot and slick that the rest followed with no resistance. Both of them moaned as Dean felt the tight pussy wrap around his cock, and Fiona felt herself being filled up.
He started to move in and out of her, slowly at first, but then picking up speed as she moaned encouragingly. She was breathing hard, gasping for breath as she looked down at her hairless snatch being penetrated, and then up into his eyes. The two of them shared a connection of mutual lust, and their eyes were laser locked to each other. He lifted himself up on his arms and feet, slamming into her with the weight of his body. The sound of his rock hard dick sliding in and out of her dripping wet pussy, and the slapping sound of their pelvises connecting again and again, was so obscene but it just turned them both on even more. Dean was whispered in her ear, telling her that she was a good little bitch, that she was his bitch, and that she was taking his dick like a bitch. Her moans of arousal and ecstasy were growing louder and louder, and she was brought the very height of her excitement and pleasure, but unable to reach her coveted climax. She wanted to cum so badly, but she also wanted him to keep fucking her. She couldn’t believe how good this felt, how much she’d been missing by holding out all this time. She’d had so many opportunities to fuck so many guys that hit on her, but she’d always shot them down. Something about Dean though, just made her feel so very very good, and she wanted it to never stop. She was screaming his name as he pounded her hard. The bed was creaking and shaking violently
“Fuck me Dean! Fuck me Dean! Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me!!!!” she wailed like a banshee. Finally Dean could feel himself getting close. He’d been holding off for so long, trying his very best to make this last, but he couldn’t hold back anymore. He leaned in close as he held his hips against hers, and humped her to move his dick up and down inside her.
“Cum for me you slut.” he said, and she screamed even louder as her body locked up. She threw her head back and arched her back with her legs locked around him. He felt her pussy spasm and squeeze his cock like he’d never felt before. She was milking his cock, and he was giving her all that he had. He could feel spurt after spurt shoot out of his rigid dick, filling her pussy and coating her from the inside. Finally Fiona collapsed, and fought to catch her breath. Dean’s cock was sore after being squeezed so hard, but it was the best feeling in the world.
Even though he’d just spent his load, his cock was still hard, and he was still horny, ready for more.
“You’re not done yet bitch.” he told her, and she moaned again as she started to rub her swollen pussy.
“I thought that was a pretty good way of saying ‘thank you’.” she purred, still panting from the excursion of her climax. She’d never cum so hard like that before. She didn’t know what it was about this man that made her feel like this, but she loved it. And now she wanted more.
“Do you think fucking you in the ass would be a better way of thanking me?” he asked, also breathing hard and grinning. She straight away sat up and took his cock in her mouth, looking up at him with her large, shimmering eyes.
“What are you doing?” Dean asked, surprised. She responded by taking his whole dick into her mouth, and he felt the tip touch the back of her throat. She gagged, and when she pulled away, his dick was covered in her gooey, stringy saliva.
“Lubing you up.” she said with a wink, then turned around to get on all fours in front of him. Her ass was beautiful to behold, so round and perfect. She reached back with both hands to spread her lusciously large cheeks, exposing her wet red pussy, and her puckered anus. Dean couldn’t believe how naught this girl was, and he wondered if all Australian girls were like this.
He inched closer, and spat on her wrinkled button. He rubbed it with a finger and heard her moan into her pillow. Apparently his suggestion of anal sex feeling good applied to rubbing it as well. He slipped a finger all the way into her tight, tight ass, and she moaned some more. He spat again, making sure that she was very wet before he steadied his dick behind her. He used a hand to put the tip right against her rubbery anus, and then put both of his hands on her hips to steady himself. He wanted to take it slow, and ease it in. He pushed just hard enough to poke the head of his dick inside. It popped past her sphincter with a small obscene little ‘plop’, and Fiona moaned in ecstasy. Then, completely without warning, she pushed back on his dick, and the spit covered rod was completely encased in her tight asshole. Both of them moaned with each other, and Dean couldn’t believe how tight she was. He’d never been able to fuck a girl in the ass before, and now he was so happy that he could do it now. It was the tightest hole he’d ever been in. He started off slow just like before, but she was constantly bucking and pushing back, fucking his cock and moving back and forth. Her ass jiggled enticingly each time she slammed back into him, and he let go of her to put his hands behind his head and stretch his body so that she could push back onto him even harder.
She was on her knees, and fucking him like a pro. Her face was buried in the pillow, and she was holding onto the sheets around her for dear life. Dean could hear her screaming as loudly as she could into the pillow, and it was hard to tell whether they were screams of pleasure of pain. Judging by the way she was furiously pumping his cock with her ass, she was loving every minute of it.
He could feel his balls slapping against her tender pussy, and deep inside he felt another orgasm brewing. He brought a hand down hard on her ass, slapping her ass cheek with such a loud smack that she gasped with shock, raising her face from the pillow, but didn’t stop bucking her hips into him. He spanked her again, this time with both hands on both cheeks.
“OH GOD YES!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, “FUCK MY ASS BABY!! FUCK MY TIGHT ASS!!”
She screamed again and again, over and over. Dean grabbed onto her slender hips and pulled her onto him even harder.
“Shut up slut.” he grunted, and she let out the most guttural and primal scream he’d ever heard. Her asshole clenched down and squeezed his cock even harder than her pussy had before. He fell on top of her and whispered in her ear.
The second orgasm made her shake violently, and she kept screaming like a woman being stabbed.
Finally she calmed down, and she passed out right then and there. His dick left her asshole with a wet ‘plop’, and he fell down next to her, panting and exhausted.
I was lying in a field of lilies looking up to the beautiful blue sky. It was a lovely spring day, the wind was gently blowing it was maybe 73 degrees out. I was wearing a light purple sundress, the kind you can’t wear a bra with and some white lace panties. I didn’t have any shoes on because I loved the way the grass felt under my feet, and I had my long brown hair in a braid. I loved going to the field and just think and daydream. I found my self thinking a lot about how it would feel it be with another woman, but I never really had the nerve to find out.
It was about 5 in the evening when I seen this beautiful woman walking up to me. She had to be close to my age so maybe 24 years old or so. She had the prettiest red hair that came to her lower back and just blowing in the breeze. She had on a white halter top and I could tell she didn’t have on a bra, as I could see her nipples poking though. She was wearing a light blue sarong skirt. You know the kind that come to your ankles and looks so pretty in the wind. Her skin was glowing with the sun going down behind her. As she got closer I could see she had green eyes. I had never seen her here before, so she must be new around here.
She came over to me and asked if she could join me. So we sat and talked and were getting to know each other. She had a soft and caring voice. I found myself getting wet as we sat there talking, something about her voice was turning me on. We started to talk about our sex lives. I’m not sure how we got to that point but I was kind of glad we did. I found out that she is bisexual, and me being bi curious kind of works for the both of us because she knows what she is doing and I didn’t. I told her I have always wondered what it would be like to be with a woman but I was scared and kid of embarrassed.
She leaned over and kissed my lips, hers were so soft. Her skin was soft as well. She slowly kissed me and I closed my eyes and kissed her back. I could feel my panties getting more wet with ever slip of her tongue going in and out of my mouth. My nipples were getting so hard and she slowly slides her hand up to my breast and gently messaged them. I didn’t know what to do so I just put my hand on the side of her face. We kissed for a few minutes. Then she told me she had to get going because she had to work in the morning and it was getting late, the sun was already down so it had to be about 8pm now.
I went home and had some dinner, it was left over chicken and zucchini and squash with some noodles. Then I went to my room and got ready to take a shower. I made sure I took out my vibrator in the shower with me because that kiss had me so turned on. I started the shower and undressed, took my hair out of my braid. I had a really big shower so I had lots of room to do what I wanted and needed to do. I washed and conditioned my hair and then I washed my body. I started to rub my breast and moved my hands down to my pussy and started to rub my clit. I had to make sure all the soap was off of me.
I took my toy and rubbed my clit with it, I could feel my clit getting harder the more I rubbed it. I turned it all the up to high and I took my fingers to spread my pussy lips; I took my toy and placed it on my clit and rubbed it hard and fast. I moaned loudly as I could feel myself about to climax. I started to finger myself as I still rubbed my clit with my vibrator. I was picturing my new friend was sliding her fingers inside my pussy. My nipples were so hard and my juices were just running out of my pussy. I was so close to Cumming, I rubbed harder and faster and I let out a scream as I cam all over my fingers. I sat on the shower floor as I tried to catch my breath. The shower began to get cold so I got out and dried myself off and got in to bed. I laid there thinking about her until I fell asleep.
7am came fast, I got out of bed and made myself some coffee and started to get ready for work. I worked at a call center so I get to dress up a little and I loved that. I put on my black lace bra and matching panties, then I put on my little brown mini skirt and black clingy shirt with my black mid calf boots. I put my hair up and put some lip gloss on. It was time for me to get going so I drank the last of my coffee and walked out the door. I got to work just five minutes before I had to clock in. I just couldn’t help but hope the day would go by fast so I could go to the field and wait to see if she would come.
It was about 4:30 and time for me to go home, so I clocked out and got in my car to head home. When I got home I went to the field to see if maybe she was there. I sat there for about 45 minutes when I could hear someone call my name. I looked up and seen her coming my way. My heart started to pound in my chest and I could feel my pussy getting hot. She came over and sat down and we talked about our day. She asked me if I would like to go to an adult private party, I said I have never bee to one before and would love to go. So I told her where I live and she said she would come get me tomorrow about 6pm. She was on all fours and crawled over and gave me a kiss. Her lips tasted so sweet, and they were so soft. I could kiss her for hours. The she said she had to go and gave me her number and said to call her later and we could talk some more and get to know each other. I called about an hour and a half later and a guy picked up the phone, I asked him if Erin was home.
He didn’t really say anything and I heard him call to her. When she got on the phone, we talked for a little bit, I found out the guy was her boyfriend. She said they were in an open relationship and she had already told him about me. I didn’t really know what else to say to her about what I was feeling because I was nervous, I didn’t know what I was doing. We got off the phone and I went to bed thinking about how this party was going to be tomorrow.
After work I went home and had some dinner and took a shower so I could get ready, because I know she was going to be here to get me in a little bit. I really didn’t know what to wear to one of these things, so I dressed up a little besides I wanted to look sexy for Erin, so I put on my jean skirt that came to my mid thigh and was tight, and my top was a light brown velvet it was low cut so you could see my DD really well, and I had on some brown high heals.
It was a quarter to six and I heard a knock on the door, I opened it and seen Erin standing there, she looked so hot in her yellow spaghetti strap sundress; it came to just above her knees, she had on some flat white sandals. I could tell she was wearing a strapless bra and for what I could tell it didn’t look like she was wearing any panties.
We got in the car and she drove to the party. There was about 8 girls there and 5 guys. Now I was really nervous because I didn’t know what to expect. I guess Erin could tell I was nervous, because she grabbed my hand and looked at me and told me we were about to have a good time. Guess it’s a good thing tomorrow was Saturday and I didn’t have to work. She walked me into the living room and introduced me to everyone. I sat down on the couch and she went and got us a beer. I didn’t really like beer but I sure could use one right now. Everyone was pretty cool and down to earth.
Then they started to bring out the toys, from little ones to REALLY big one and all kinds of colors. Even had a few things for the men that were there, some of that stuff I had never seen before. They had everything from vibrators to nipple pump, whips and handcuffs. I didn’t know they even made that much stuff, which tells you how often I get out. We all had a lot of fun looking and talking about all the different toys and ways to please yourself and your partner.
It was getting a little late, so Erin and I headed back to my house. I poured us some wine and we sat on my couch just talking about the night and the things we ordered. We started to talk about the guy that answered the phone when I called her, she said his name was Kevin and he was her boyfriend and about how much he loves the fact she was into girls. I didn’t really know what to think about that because I don’t think I could ever share my man with another woman.
She just let me know how they work as a couple, he only fucks the girls she brings home and she does not fuck other men unless he brings them home for her. She said she loves to watch her man get off with another woman when she is there to help out. She then asked if she could call Kevin to come over, I told her yeah it was ok. I really wanted to be with her, I wanted to taste her and feel her skin against mine. He told her he would be over in a little bit.
She came and sat back down next to me and put my wine glass on the table, and gently put her hand on my face and had me look at her. She then kissed me; I was waiting all night for this kiss. She started to rub my breast and I let out a low moan, I put my hand on her thigh and she grabbed my hand and put it on her chest. Her breast felt great, they were soft and her nipples were hard. I could feel my panties getting so wet for all the excitement she was bring to me. She started to kiss down my neck and removing my top so she could lick my tits. I unhooked my bra and she smiled and started to kiss and lick my breast, my nipples were so hard it almost hurt. She stood up and took her dress off and was standing there in just her yellow lace thong. She was so amazingly sexy.
I heard a car door outside, then someone knocked on my door. It was Kevin so Erin went to answer it wearing just her thong. I was still sitting in just my skirt, now with my glass of wine back in my hand. He was gorgeous, he was about 6 foot tall, tan and you could tell he worked out some. He had dirty blond hair and green eyes, I had never seen eyes the color green as he had. Erin introduced us and I got him a beer and we sat and talked just for a min. Kevin took off his shirt and his body was so nice you couldn’t tell to well from the shirt he had on but looking at the two of them I was so turned on I thought my pussy was going to explode. He just sat over in the chair and let us sit o the couch.
She started kissing my neck again and had her hand between my legs rubbing my pussy over my panties, I was messaging her breast with one hand and the other was holding her face. She made me stand up so I could that my skirt off and she pulled my panties off and I took hers off. We were now standing in the middle of my living room naked in front of Kevin, I looked over to him and he was rubbing his cock over his pants, you could tell he was enjoying the seen. I lay down on the floor and she stared to rub my body and kissed it from head to toe. I wanted her to finger me and suck on my pussy but she was taking her time. She kissed the inside of my thighs and when she came to my wet pussy she looked at me and smiled. She opened my pussy lips and licked my clit. I moan it felt so good. She sucked on it hard and slid one finger in, then a second finger. I could see Kevin from where I was and he now had his big hard cock out and was jacking off. Erin started making her way up to my belly and then my breast. She kissed me and I could taste the sweet taste of my own juice, and I liked it, I wanted to taste her. I rolled her over to the floor and got on top of her. I kissed and sucked on her nipples. She had beautiful nipples, she moaned as I bit down just a little not to hard but not to soft. I made my way to her hot wet pussy, I was nervous because I was not sure I was going to do it right. I licked her pussy and stuck my tongue inside of her and played with her clit with my finger. She seemed to be enjoying what I was doing to her.
I heard Kevin get up from the chair, he wanted to see better I guessed. I was sucking and licking her pussy and I loved it she tasted like honey to me. Kevin leaned down and kissed his girlfriend as I was eating her out. She had his cock in her hand now, rubbing it. I got up and went into my bed room and got my vibrator and came back in the living room. She was still laying there kissing him and playing with his dick. I lay down next to her and she looked at me and I started to kiss her, I took my toy and turned it on and started to rub her pussy with it. I was still kissing her and she was rubbing his cock, he reached over and started to finger me, it felt so good. I had never thought I would be doing something like this. We both got up and she told Kevin to get back in the chair, we crawled over to him and I stared to suck his cock ad she laid down under me and licked and sucked my pussy. She took the toy and slid it deep into me, when she went deep I took his cock as far into my mouth as I could. He was so big and hard I wanted to feel his cock inside of me, but I didn’t want Erin to stop what she was doing it just felt so damn good. I lick from his shaved balls to the head of his thick cock, back down again taking his balls into my mouth and sucking on them. Then Erin came up next to me and we were both licking his cock and taking turns sucking his balls.
We lay back down on the floor and I took over playing with her pussy, I licked and sucked hard and fast, I could feel her clit get hard under my tongue. I slid the vibrator inside her hot wet pussy, she moaned as I slid it in and out of her. My ass was high in the air and I felt Kevin come up behind me and he started to rub my clit with his fingers and licked my ass. I moaned as she slid his tongue deep in my pussy. I stared fucking Erin faster with the toy as I could feel myself about to cum from all the enjoyment of everything going on. I took the vibrator out and started rubbing her ass hole with it, she liked it so I slid it in her ass slowly as I licked and sucked her pussy. Kevin was still behind me now fingering my ass; I wanted to feel his cock inside of me so bad.
Kevin put his big hard cock into my wet pussy and it felt so good, I started to suck on Erin’s clit harder the faster Kevin moved his cock in and out of me. I could tell Erin was getting more turned on because her man was fucking me. She got up and went behind him and I could feel her tongue licking his balls as he moved deep inside of me. I knew I was about to cum all over his dick. She started to play with my cit and he moved harder and faster, I felt my pussy get tighter around his cock as I exploded my juices all over him. Kevin pulled out and Erin and I moved out and licked my juice off of his cock. I lay down on my back and she moved on top of me kissing me, it was making me want more of the both of them. Kevin started to fuck her and his balls were hitting my pussy as he moved in and out of her. I could tell she was going to cum; she bit down on my neck as she came. Kevin just kept fucking her faster and harder, he pulled out his cock and we both sat up and licked his cock, he shot his hot cum all over our face’s and breast. Erin licked his cum off of my breast and lips, it was so hot. I cleaned her up with my tongue and we both cleaned Kevin up. We all just laid on the floor till we could catch our breaths.
We got dressed and sat and talked for a few minutes before they had to go home. I walked them to the door and kissed them both, and watched them walk away. I wish the night didn’t have to end; it was one of the best nights of my life. I never thought I would have sex with a girl let a lone with two people at the same time. I went to bed that night thinking about my new sex experience. I really hope we will do that again, and soon.
Roy awoke early. He had always been an early riser, there was something peaceful and quiet about the morning and he liked having the time to himself. Part of him also realized that it gave him a head start on any competition with which he might have to fight. He liked being up late, too, and fortunately he could go for weeks on only a few hours of sleep. At some point he would need to crash out for 16 or 20 hours straight to catch up, but that was still a week or more away.
He stretched out and brushed against Elaine. She was asleep on her stomach, naked, with her hands in padded cuffs under her. He knew he did not need to keep her cuffed, she was his, body and soul, and would not try to escape him, but he liked keeping her helpless and he liked reminding her of her submission. She was his slave, after all.
Roy did a quick inventory of the day. He had to run a few errands this morning, and he needed some computer time. Despite his rugged outdoorsy nature, he also had the heart of a tech geek and his fingers itched if they did not get on a qwerty keyboard now and then. The business center at the casino had some that were adequate, not up to his professional standards, but he could check in at work and do a few things to get his fix. After that, lunch, then in the afternoon they would go and see Mark.
Mark was the local Association boss in the area. He was also something of a feudal lord in Elko county. He had a huge ranch, owned the casino in which Roy and Elaine were staying, had interests in some mines and anything that could make money out here. He was a powerful man and needed to be treated with the utmost respect, especially since he could send Sam to take care of any problems. If Mark was the brains and capital, Sam was the muscle and the guy who did the dirty work. It did not pay to cross Sam.
Tomorrow morning, Roy would head back home to Las Vegas and life with his new slave. He tried to think more of what life would be like with Elaine there to satisfy his every whim, and not mundane things like did the pool guy show up on time?
Roy looked up at the ceiling. Morning light was filtering in through the closed curtains. He knew he was not going to get back to sleep so he might as well get on with the day. He got out of bed and opened the window. It was still cool outside and he preferred fresh air more than canned air conditioning, as long as it was not hotter than 90 degrees; then a/c was okay. He went to the bathroom, started the coffee pot, then came back to bed.
He pulled the sheets back to gaze at Elaine’s lovely body. She was a beautiful thirty years old, just now starting to come in to the height of her beauty. She was 5’2” with a slim build, long legs, a flat stomach and a gorgeous ass. Roy loved fucking that ass, he would never tire of that. He looked at her turtle tattoo on her butt, he had already made arrangements to have it removed, the only marks on that beautiful stretch of flesh would be his. He knew under her were a pair of firm, sensitive breasts that made her squirm delightfully when he pulled on them or licked them. But her most striking features were her big blue eyes, now closed, he loved seeing the utter submission in them when he took her.
Roy was getting hard looking at Elaine. Well, that was the great thing about a slave: he did not have to wait for her to get ready or be in the mood. He could have her whenever he wanted and there was nothing she could do about it.
Roy reached down and pulled Elaine’s legs apart, his hand lingering on her silky thigh. He was breathing hard in anticipation of taking her. He slipped a finger into her slit and began working it into her. He had found that, unlike him, Elaine was a deep sleeper. She stirred as his finger penetrated her, but did not awaken. Her mind might be asleep, but her body was awake and Roy could feel her instantly get wet around his penetrating digit. What an amazing slave he had taken, he thought.
Roy climbed between her legs and guided his hard cock to her waiting lower lips. He paused before entering her, taking in the beauty of her naked body. Her naked body that belonged to him, he reminded himself. He pushed his way into her, slowly filling and stretching her for the first time on this Monday morning. And to think he used to hate Mondays!
Roy bored all the way into Elaine’s helpless body and stopped when his hips pressed against her perfect butt. He could see her eyes begin to flutter, she was starting to wake up. He smiled wickedly, pulled back then rammed hard back into her. Elaine’s eyes flew open and she moaned as Roy pounded away at her. Roy was overcome by lust and the sense of power of having this gorgeous woman completely at his mercy. He used her fast and hard, her moans of pleasure and pain only fueling his drive. Roy came with a moan of his own, shooting his load deep inside his slave.
Roy lay on top of Elaine, his cock still buried inside her and kissed her cheek. She smiled, her eyes closed, and wiggled her hips around his cock a little. Elaine was content, happy he was not still mad about Kristy yesterday and happy to be taken like this to start the day.
”Good morning, Master,” she whispered to him.
”Good morning, Slave,” he answered.
Roy was loathe to get up, but he had things to do today. Reluctantly, he pulled out of his slave, a trail of semen leaking out of her onto the sheets, and stood up. He poured a cup of coffee for himself and another for Elaine. He left hers on the nightstand beside the bed then went to take a quick shower.
Elaine rolled over and thought about going back to sleep; she did enjoy her sleep. But her body was awake and the coffee smelled, well… it did not smell like good coffee, but it smelled like coffee. She rolled over and sat up in bed. She was leaking cum, but there was nothing she could do about that right now. Elaine had cleaned hotel rooms before, so she would be nice and strip the bed for the housekeeper, but right now she was going to have some of that coffee. With her bound hands she picked up the cup and began to sip. It definitely was not good coffee, weak and bitter at the same time, but she drank it anyway.
Elaine could hear Roy singing Devo in the shower. That brought a smile to her face. Roy seemed to be good at so many things, but his singing was absolutely horrible. That one flaw seemed to make him a little more human and endearing to her. Endearing? Was she developing feelings for Roy? He had entered her life (and her pussy, and her mouth, and her ass) like a hurricane, had made her feel things she had never felt before and made her do things she had never done before. She had given herself to him completely, but did she have feelings for him? Elaine decided not to go down that path of thought. It really didn’t matter anyway, she was his and how she felt was irrelevant.
The shower turned off and Roy kept singing. It was “Whip It”, Elaine wondered if that was a hint as to what he had in mind for the day. He shaved and dried off and came out with a towel around his waist. Elaine found that bit of modesty amusing, it wasn’t like she had not already seen him naked enough already. He leaned over and kissed Elaine briefly, neither one wanted to share morning breath.
”That really is awful coffee, isn’t it, Slave?” he asked her.
”Horrible, Master,” she answered.
”I’ll see about getting some better coffee from room service,” he assured her then went into the living room. Roy made a phone call, she heard the word “coffee”, then came back into the bedroom. He reached down and took the cuffs off Elaine’s wrists.
”I will be gone this morning, but will be back by lunch time,” he reached down and stroked her cheek. “You have the morning free.” He had her purse. He took out her phone, credit cards and ID, but left the cash. “Do some shopping, take a swim, whatever. You know what you are and are not supposed to do. If you do anything wrong I’ll punish you later.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” She smiled and kissed his hand.
”Both. I ordered room service for you. Coffee and a fruit plate.”
“Thank you, Master. What would you like me to wear today?”
“You were so busy with Kristy that you didn’t even look at what she brought you?”
“Just the collar and hand cuffs, Master.”
“Well, go look.”
Elaine reluctantly scrambled out of bed. Roy watched her spectacular ass as she walked to the closet and the dry cleaning bag Kristy had hung up last night. She gave a little squeal of joy as she opened it up to see her blue floral sundress. She looked it over, there were no stains or dirt on it.
”I asked which cleaner the brothel used and took it there. I thought they might be good at getting semen stains out of clothes,” Roy told her.
”Thank you, Master,” she stepped up on her toes and gave him a quick kiss. “It’s one of my favorites.”
“Mine, too,” he answered. She was about to slip it on when Roy stopped her. “Why don’t you get cleaned up first. They just got all the stains out, let’s not put new ones on it just yet.” He pointed at her upper thigh where a stream of cum dripped down.
Roy left and Elaine cleaned herself up and slipped on her dress. The cleaners had done a great job and got all the cum and dirt out of it. Roy had not said anything about underwear so she was free and open below while her nipples rubbed against the soft fabric of the dress above.
Room service knocked on the door. Elaine opened the door and saw the same waiter from yesterday. He seemed genuinely disappointed that she was not naked again, even though her dress still showed a lot of skin. She tipped him and took her breakfast out on the balcony.
All things considered, Elaine was pretty cheerful. It was a beautiful morning, still cool with the heat of the day yet to come. The morning sex with Roy had been great and he seemed to hold no hard feelings over her time with Kristy. That brought a brief frown to Elaine’s pretty face. She thought about how the strong brunette had raped her yesterday, how she made her cum with her hands and how the young woman had ridden Elaine’s face. For some reason, that was more traumatic than the three days of constant fucking by Roy. Maybe it was because he took a long term interest in her rather than just a quick orgasm. She guessed it had more to do with Roy being a man. It just seemed natural that men would do that, but, despite her time with Amanda, she still looked at other women as equals and to be subjected like that by another woman hit deeper into her world view.
Elaine took a sip of her coffee and got her thoughts off of that track. It was a beautiful morning, and the mountains in the distance looked cool and inviting. She ate some fruit and nibbled on her muffin. She had started her day off with a wonderful orgasm and had the promise of more to come later. More than that, for the first time since she had met Roy, she had some free time. She was going to go buy some workout clothes and a bathing suit and hit the spa. She was excited by the possibility of a good workout to finally get all the kinks and knots of the past few days out, some time in the sauna and finally a swim. After that, lunch, a few drinks and falling asleep to the TV until her owner came home. After that? Undoubtedly more rough sex. Yes, the day looked good.
Elaine drank her coffee, ate her breakfast and started a crossword puzzle. She was making pretty good progress and was feeling pretty good about herself. She looked down in time to see a jogger across the street. Instantly, a cold chill shot down her spine. There was no mistaking the woman jogging: it was Kristy. Elaine froze and watched the attractive young woman run, she saw the powerful thighs that yesterday had pinned her head in place, the bouncing breasts she had been forced to suck. Kristy stopped right across the street, no more than fifty feet away and looked directly at Elaine. She smiled and blew a kiss then continued on her run.
Elaine shivered and thought about going back in, but Kristy was gone. Roy had said he had taken care of the problem, whatever that meant. Kristy had had Elaine, there was no denying that and now she had just reminded Elaine of that. Maybe that was it, but Elaine was still uncomfortable. She lost interest in the crossword and left her coffee on the balcony.
Well, maybe the next item on her agenda would cheer her up. She grabbed her purse, Roy had left her no ID or credit cards, but plenty of cash. Elaine was not normally the type to enjoy shopping, but she needed things.
She glided through the lobby and out onto the street. She got the usual leers from the casino patrons but ignored them. Down the street there was a little women’s boutique and she made her purchases. She bought some short running shorts, they showed a lot of leg and she thought Roy would like them, and a pack of colored t-shirts. They did not have much in the way of swimsuits (Elko was in the middle of the desert) so she took the only one that fit. It was a small two piece that did not leave much to the imagination, bright red with string ties. Her normal modesty had gone away with the coming of Roy so she bought it without a second thought. She picked up some more travel clothes, all sufficiently revealing to make her owner happy. One skirt gave her a guilty thrill. It was blue pleated cotton that barely came below her ass, she knew if she bent at the waist it would ride up and show a nice bit of cheek. She managed not to blush as she paid for it.
At a drugstore on the way back she picked up some more toiletries and a bottle of wine. Her arms full of her purchases, she returned to the casino. It was getting hot already and she was ready to spend the rest of the day inside or in water. She walked back in the lobby and the air conditioning hit her, without looking she could feel her nipples get hard from the sudden cooling. She did not mind it too much until she saw Kristy again.
Kristy was behind the counter at the guest services desk in the lobby. She was back in uniform, just like she had been yesterday when Elaine first saw her. Kristy was staring at Elaine, her eyes wandering from Elaine’s perky nipples to her shoulders, then lingering on her legs. When she saw Elaine looking at her she smiled, then, with no hint of shame, looked back at Elaine’s breasts.
Elaine hurried on. Kristy’s desk was by the elevators, every time Elaine passed through the lobby she would have to walk by it. She would have to be ogled by the woman who had raped her yesterday. She pushed the button for the elevator and had to wait. Like most hotels, the stairs were not very convenient and even though she was only going to the second floor she had to take the elevator.
The elevators were on the top floors and slowly coming down, stopping at every floor. Elaine realized that she had gotten here at check out time. She made a point of not looking back at Kristy, but she could feel the young woman’s eyes on her. She shifted nervously and dropped one of the bags with her clothes in it. She had too much in her hands and fumbled to try and pick it up.
”You dropped this, ma’am,” Elaine turned and saw Kristy holding her bag. She handed it to Elaine, letting their hands brush, her fingers lingering on Elaine’s. Elaine realized that those were the same fingers that had roughly fucked her yesterday.
Elaine was too shocked to say anything. Kristy smiled at her with a knowing grin. Fortunately Elaine was saved by the arrival of both elevators. Tourists, cowboys and a tour group of Asians spilled out into the lobby. Kristy calmly began answering questions and giving directions while Elaine slipped into the elevator.
Elaine hurried into her room. She thought about just staying in here all day, that way she could avoid Kristy. But she was so looking forward to her morning, and she decided to get on with it and go work out. She hung her dress up on a hanger, briefly looking at her nude body in the mirror. This was what so many people wanted, she thought wryly to herself. She smiled a little then got dressed to go back down.
She put her swimsuit on and her workout clothes over it. She knew that she was showing a lot of leg, the shorts barely came below her ass, and Kristy would get a good look, but that could not be helped. Still feeling nervous and self conscious, she poured and drank a quick glass of wine.
Kristy was still dealing with a crowd of guests when Elaine hurried through the lobby, but the brunette still managed to conspicuously check out Elaine as she passed.
The spa was nothing spectacular. The gym room had a few machines: a nautilus, two stairmasters and an exercise bike. Elaine had the place to herself at least and started her workout. She was surprised by how stiff she had become the past few days. All her exercise had consisted of being tied up and fucked so while her pussy and asshole had been stretched and loosened, the rest of her was tight and tense. It took awhile, an hour by the clock on the wall, but she finally stretched out.
She had a good sweat going and decided it was enough for today. She stripped down to her swimsuit and sat in the sauna. The heat loosened her some more and she melted into the heat, all the impurities sweating out of her body. She imagined Roy’s cum oozing out of her pores as she sweated on the wooden bench.
A quick shower to wash off the sweat and she stepped out to the pool. The glare was blinding and she fumbled for her sunglasses, her eyes watering from the bright light. With her sunglasses on her eyes adjusted and she took a look at the pool. It was a decent sized pool, but set up more for playing than swimming. Again, she had the place to herself; it was Monday and the new guests had not checked in yet.
Elaine set her stuff down on a chair and jumped into the water. It was chilly, but warmer than the creek she had been in with Roy. She happily swam from end to end, doing laps in the short pool. When she had pushed herself to the point of exhaustion she climbed out.
As she was drying off she saw a group of people coming out of the hotel. They were on a tour and leading the tour was Kristy. She was at the head of about a dozen older Asians.
”This is our pool,” Kristy was telling them, but once again she only had eyes for Elaine. Elaine was very aware that all she was wearing was a skimpy bathing suit. She was toweling off her hair when the group came out so the towel did not hide the goose bumps on her fair skin or her hard nipples poking through her top. “It’s kind of quiet now, but will be happening by the afternoon. How’s the water?” she called out to Elaine.
Elaine hesitated but found the ability to answer, “Nice, very nice.” She met eyes briefly with Kristy then resumed drying off as fast as she could. This woman had violated Elaine last night, and now she seemed to revel in following Elaine and reminding her of the fact. She had made Elaine please her and seemed proud of that.
”That is our pool bar,” Kristy continued her tour, “it opens at two.” She led them past the pool and back into the casino, winking at Elaine as they continued.
Elaine hurried back to her room; at least Kristy was not at her desk. She felt great, her body had the pleasant ache a good workout brought. She tried not to think about Kristy and hopped in for another long, hot shower.
After the shower she rubbed lotion into her skin, making it nice and soft for her owner. It also kept her from itching, too, but that was just an added bonus. She dried her hair and was looking forward to a nice lunch when Roy got back, or maybe a nap until then. She hung up her towel and stepped naked out of the bathroom.
”Naked again? Just for me?” Elaine froze and felt a chill in her stomach as she saw Kristy sitting on the couch. Kristy looked Elaine up and down slowly and deliberately. Kristy had changed into a pair of short shorts and a sleeveless blouse.
Elaine heard Roy laugh and saw him bringing a tray with three glasses of whiskey and ice to the coffee table.
”You are pale as a ghost, Slave,” Roy chuckled at her. “Get dressed, Kristy will be joining us for lunch.”
“Yes, Master,” Elaine turned to get her dress.
”Don’t feel you have to get dressed on my account,” Kristy taunted her, “it’s nothing I haven’t see, or done, before.”
Elaine blushed and hurriedly slipped on her dress. She took a second to try to regain her composure. Roy was sitting at the other end of the couch and motioned for Elaine to sit down between him and Kristy. Elaine walked over on bare feet and sat between the two people who had raped her.
Roy handed a drink to Kristy and one to Elaine. The glass felt cold in her trembling fingers. Roy raised his glass for a toast. “To Elaine, who has brought us so much pleasure,” he said and the three of them, Elaine somewhat reluctantly, clinked their glasses together. Kristy and Roy took small sips of theirs, Elaine nearly drained hers in one. She needed something to calm her nerves.
”Kristy has recommended a nice pizza place around the corner,” Roy said to Elaine. “She will join us for lunch then come back with us for a while.” He left it hang for a minute, letting the implications sink in to Elaine.
”As Master wishes,” Elaine mumbled.
”Master wishes,” Roy said. “After than we will go see Mark and thank him for helping clean the mess from yesterday.”
“Yes, Master,” Elaine tried not to look at Kristy, but she was very aware of the presence of the strong young woman beside her.
Kristy began to babble on about Elko and the pizza place where they would be eating. Elaine really wasn’t paying attention. While Kristy droned on about the railroad and Basque shepherds Elaine was wondering about the rest of the day. She was forced to remember that her body now existed for the pleasure of others.
Finally, Elaine realized that Kristy was done talking and the glasses were empty. Elaine felt a little light headed and buzzed from drinking the whiskey on an empty stomach. Kristy and Roy stood up and got ready to go. Roy offered Elaine a helping hand to stand up. Silently, she stood, slipped on her sandals and followed Roy and Kristy out.
They passed through the haze of smoke of the casino. Just walking through made Elaine want to cough and scrub her hair. Kristy and Roy walked in front of her, talking and laughing. Out on the street the heat hit them. It was not as oppressive as it was in Las Vegas, but still uncomfortable.
They walked around the corner and into a narrow store front and Elaine felt better. When her father was alive, he had a nose for good pizza. He had been born and bred in New York City, Queens to be exact, and even after he had left the city he still had a knack for finding good pizza. On many road trips as a child, Elaine had sat in the car while he drove around strange towns looking for pizza. He would stop at a likely looking restaurant, leave the rest of the family in the car and go inside and check the place out. In a few minutes he would come back and they would either drive on and repeat the drill or go inside. Elaine had never had bad pizza with her father, when one of her childhood friends had taken her to have her first bad pizza, she had been appalled. To Elaine, bad pizza was like bad sex: not worth the effort.
This was going to be good pizza, she knew that before they even ordered. The store was long and narrow with a counter at the back where they ordered. At some point they had expanded into the store front next door and just knocked a door in the wall and put in more tables. The tables were long with benches instead of chairs and red and white checked table cloths. It was the end of the lunch rush and the place was still busy. Elaine could see big, thin crust pizzas served on beat up pans, eaten off of paper plates with metal silverware. Each table had red pepper, Parmesan cheese and salt and pepper. There was none of the proliferation of shakers that seemed to crop up these days. Best of all was the staff. A cute young Italian looking girl took the orders at the counter. She could not have been more than 16 years old. A young boy bussed the tables and another young man pulled pizzas out of the oven while an old guy with bushy eye bros and curly gray hair spread the cheese and sauce on the dough. They all looked alike, a family business.
Elaine had no idea what was going to happen to her later, but she knew she was going to have a good lunch.
Kristy approached the counter, the young woman smiled up at her.
“Hey, Kristy” she said. “You wanna slice?”
“No, Nancy,” she answered and winked at the young man pulling another pizza out of the oven. He tried not to be obvious as he checked her out. It was apparent he had a huge crush on her. “These are some new friends from the casino. Why don’t you give us an extra large pepperoni and a pitcher of Coors.”
“Sure thing, Kristy,” she turned back to the older man making the pizzas. “You got that, Dad?”
“I got it,” he answered. He looked at Kristy, “why don’t you have a seat and I’ll bring your beer out to you.”
“Sure thing, Lenny.”
Roy stepped forward and paid the bill, dropping a ten in the tip jar and they all sat down at a table in the back. Elaine was feeling more confident and hungry. Kristy was next to Elaine and quickly put her hand on Elaine’s thigh, sliding slightly up her skirt.
Lenny brought the pitcher and poured three glasses. Elaine sipped on hers while Kristy and Roy made small talk. Elaine’s mind was elsewhere, thinking of pizza places she had visited, including one over priced mediocre restaurant just outside the park at the Grand Canyon. She and Amanda had eaten there a lot. Kristy’s hand sliding between her legs made Elaine think of the times Amanda had taken her out for pizza then stopped in the forest on the way back for some rough sex. Elaine did miss Amanda.
The pizza arrived. Elaine’s instinct was correct: the pizza was great. Elaine plowed through several pieces while Kristy and Roy talked. From when she paid attention she could tell that Kristy wanted out of Elko and Roy was offering to put a good word in for her at some of the casinos in Las Vegas. A lot of the rest of the conversations was the technical details of applying and dealing with the unions. It bored Elaine, but she did like the pizza.
Kristy would take her hand off Elaine’s thigh when she needed to eat, but otherwise kept it there. Kristy slid her hand between Elaine’s legs, or sometimes up her skirt a little bit, but Elaine just focused on eating. Elaine really did not like Kristy. It went beyond how Kristy had raped her yesterday, there was just something about the young woman’s personality that rubbed Elaine the wrong way. She found her conversation self centered and inane and would prefer to have nothing to do with Kristy if at all possible. She struck Elaine as the kind of person who could have an hour long conversation entirely about herself. The fact that Elaine knew Roy was going to make her perform for Kristy was almost intolerable, the idea of having to deal with her again if she moved to Las Vegas was too much. But, Elaine reminded herself, she had signed away the right to say no. If that was what Roy wanted, that was what she would do.
Elaine grabbed another slice of pizza; she knew she was eating more than her share, but she was determined to get as much out this lunch as she could before they went back to the room.
Roy was enjoying himself. Elaine’s dislike of Kristy was palpable. He could see it in the way she almost angrily snatched piece after piece of pizza and the way she pointedly ignored Kristy’s hand on her leg. The pizza was good, but Roy had not developed the same taste for it that Elaine had; to him pizza was pizza. He could tell Kristy was aware of Elaine’s dislike for her, too. It seemed that Kristy was not really fond of Elaine, but liked the power she held over the older woman and certainly lusted after her body. He looked forward to all the things he would let Kristy do to Elaine when she came to Las Vegas.
They finished their lunch and the beer and with goodbyes to Lenny and his family went back to the casino. Guests were starting to trickle in and there was a decent sized crowd in the lobby. Without a word the three of them took the elevator, sharing it with an overweight older couple decked out in University of Nebraska gear, and went to the suite.
”In about an hour we need to be ready to head out,” he said to Kristy, “but since Elaine was so good at shoveling pizza into her mouth, I think she should show us what else her mouth is good for.”
Kristy sidled up to Elaine. With one hand she grabbed a handful of Elaine’s hair, tilted the older woman’s head back and kissed her. Kristy’s tongue invaded Elaine’s mouth, roughly probing and finding Elaine’s tongue, pinning it down. Kristy’s other hand slid up Elaine’s skirt and cupped her ass.
Roy watched in fascination as Kristy kissed Elaine. Elaine was not really responding, but just accepting what Kristy was doing to her. Only when Kristy’s hand reached between her legs and into Elaine’s slit did Elaine show any response. As Kristy’s fingers slid into her slit Elaine tried to pull away, but Kristy’s hand in her hair held her tight. Roy sat down and enjoyed the show; he was glad he had run into Kristy today. He also looked forward to seeing Kristy in Las Vegas, the obvious distaste Elaine had for her would make her submission all the more satisfying.
Kristy broke off the kiss and let go of Elaine.
”I know what her pretty mouth can do,” Kristy taunted, “I got to enjoy it yesterday, didn’t I, slut?”
Elaine did not say anything, she was remembering being forced to suck on Kristy’s nipples, having the young brunette ride her face.
”Kristy asked you a question, Slave,” Roy chided her.
”Yes, Master,” Elaine answered, “Kristy enjoyed my mouth yesterday.” She blushed in humiliation.
”Strip, Slave,” Roy ordered her.
”Yes, Master,” Elaine answered and slipped her dress off while Kirsty leered at her. In a second she stood naked in front of her younger tormentor.
Kristy slipped off her shorts and panties, but left her blouse on.
”Now, Slave,” Roy said and tossed a pair of handcuffs to Elaine, “put these on. Then get on your knees and make Kristy cum.”
“Yes, Master.” She blushed as she clicked the cuffs on and dropped to her knees in front of Kristy. Kristy smiled wickedly and took off her blouse. Roy got to see her large, perfect breasts for the first time. He was going to enjoy letting Kristy use Elaine.
Even though Elaine detested Kristy, she was getting very aroused now. Kristy had an amazing body and despite Elaine’s dislike of the young woman, Elaine thought she might as well enjoy it. Yesterday had been too sudden and unexpected for Elaine to really to get into it, but now she was getting a chance to be submissive to another woman, just like she had planned when she left her apartment in Prescott four days ago.
Elaine reminded herself that she was doing this for her owner, she wanted to give him a good show and prove what an obedient slave she could be. Elaine started kissing and licking at Kristy’s knee and worked her way up the soft inside of Kristy’s powerful thigh. When she reached the top she gave Kristy’s shaved cunt one quick lick then started on the other leg. Kristy’s thighs intrigued Elaine, she wanted to spend some time exploring them. She had not had a chance to show off her skills yesterday, today she was going to make the most out of time with Kristy.
Elaine kept licking and kissing the silky smoothness of the inside of Kristy’s thighs, only occasionally venturing up for a lick or two at Kristy’s swollen, wet pussy. Slowly, she worked her way up. Kissing higher and higher on her thigh and spending more time licking her sopping cunt. Elaine could hear Kristy’s heavy breathing and feel her muscles tense up, Elaine knew she was doing a good job.
Finally, Elaine scooted up and buried her face in Kristy’s crotch. She attacked it with all the knowledge Amanda had taught her and all the enthusiasm she had pent up inside her. Her tongue snaked inside the younger woman’s canal, her lips pulled at Kristy’s rings. She brushed at Kristy’s swollen clit with her nose then licked and sucked it.
Elaine lost herself in the moment. She had loved it when Amanda had “made” her lick her pussy and she had not realized how much she had missed going down on a woman until now. Yesterday it had been so sudden, so shocking when Kristy took her that she had not really had too much time to enjoy it. Now she could really savor it.
Kristy climaxed with another string of curses and grunts, to Elaine they sounded something like “grnngraaaafuckfuckfuckuhhnnnyeahyeahfuuuuck”. Elaine did not let up but attacked Kristy’s clit and pussy with even more vigor. No sooner had Kristy come down off her first orgasm then Elaine brought her back up again. Elaine’s face was now wet with her spit and Kristy’s juices.
The second orgasm was followed by a third. By now Elaine’s mouth was getting tired and it was actually a relief when Kristy grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head off her crotch. She smiled down at the older woman.
”Nice job, slut,” Kristy purred, tugging on Elaine’s hair. “You’re a great little cunt licker and a tasty little piece of ass. I wish I had more time to do things to you. You look so natural on your knees with your face buried in my snatch.” Wobbly kneed, Kristy plopped down in a chair and poured herself more of Roy’s whiskey.
Roy was utterly amazed. He had known that Elaine had a history of sex with Amanda, but had not grasped her skill and enthusiasm until now. He had spent so much time doing things to her that he had never really thought about what she could do on her own. He was already running through a mental list of all the women with whom he could share her.
Right now, though, he had his own needs. His cock was hard and throbbing after watching Elaine’s performance and he wanted her. He took Kristy’s place in front of the submissive older woman and opened his pants.
Elaine took a deep breath as she saw Roy’s cock in front of her face. She was a little tired after performing on Kristy but knew what was demanded of her. With the flavor of the dominant younger woman still strong in her mouth, Elaine began to lick her owner’s shaft. She just wanted to get this part finished and hoped that one of them would make her cum.
It amused Roy to watch Elaine try to suck cock. She seemed so good at eating pussy, but did not really get sucking cock. He knew that with enough practice and training she would get better at it, and she would certainly get lots of practice, but right now he really did not have the patience to instruct her. He just wanted to fuck her beautiful face, to see his cock violate her pretty mouth. He lightly grabbed a handful of hair and Elaine stopped licking, she already knew what he wanted and opened her mouth for him.
Elaine felt the bulb of her owner’s cock slip into her mouth. She sucked on it gently as he paused, filling her mouth for just a moment before pushing deeper. She felt the hard flesh push over her tongue and she closed her eyes bracing for what was next. Into the back of mouth, and her gag reflex kicked in, her body trying to expel something that had no business being this deep into her mouth. Elaine knew Roy enjoyed the feel of her throat spasming on his cock, but Elaine hated it and just wished he would get all the way in. Then he was, her throat filled with him. She just tried to relax and let him have his way.
He was fast and rough. His hands held Elaine’s head as he fucked away in her mouth and throat. He pumped fast for a few minutes then slowed to delay his orgasm, enjoying a few more moments of her hot, wet throat wrapped around his cock. When he knew he was ready to cum he sped up again. He thought about blowing his wad on her face, but they really did not have the time to get cleaned up again. Almost reluctantly, he shot his load inside her, trying to keep as much of it in her mouth so she could taste him as he did.
Elaine gagged again as he came, her mouth filled with the salty cum. She did not enjoy the taste of cum, but she liked the feeling of being controlled and used that it conveyed. Her pussy ached, being forced to pleasure first Kristy then Roy made her very horny and she wanted to get off.
Roy had other plans. He zipped his fly back up and without a word to Elaine, turned to Kristy.
”We need to head out soon. You can get the rest of our stuff shipped back to Vegas?” He asked her.
”Sure,” Kristy answered, “I’ll get my resume’ to you in a couple of days.” The brunette dressed, keeping an eye on Elaine as she did. She wanted to do many more things to this slave and hoped Roy would give her the chance.
Kristy kissed Elaine on the top of her head as she was getting ready to go. “Bye. slut. I’ll see you later.” She shook hands with Roy and left.
Elaine remained kneeling naked on the floor while Roy packed up their belongings for Kristy to ship to Las Vegas for them. She wondered what her life there would be like, when her only function was the pleasure of Roy. Would it make more sense? Would he body hold up to the constant abuse? Her future, anything from this moment on, was a mystery to her.
Roy had everything bagged up and ready to go except what they would be wearing tonight. He still had not let her in on what he had planned, but she could guess it involved at least one person using her for an orgasm. That was what she had signed on for, she reminded herself. What if Amanda had been there at Gold Wash? Where would she be now? Probably getting ready to be fucked by Frank Goller, she thought wryly. At least with Roy she had had some control over who would own her. Not much, but a little.
Roy was in his usual travel clothes of jeans and long black t-shirt. She wished he would show off his legs more, but the jeans and t-shirt gave him a bad boy look that stirred Elaine deep inside. She ran her tongue around her mouth, tasting his cum still inside her, reminding her of his cock sliding down into her throat. She tried to get onto another train of thought before she got wet again, but seeing him in those jeans, she could not help but remember how the button and zipper felt against the back of her thighs the first time he raped her. Her life had changed the moment he had penetrated her.
She had thought he would have her wear her sun dress. It was demure, yet sexy and revealing at the same time. Instead, he had out the short skirt she had bought this morning and a white button down dress shirt.
”Dress, Slave,” he ordered her, snapping his fingers and pointing at the clothes on the bed.
”Yes, Master,” she rose and dressed. It did not take long. Of course, there was no panties or bra. Elaine looked in the mirror and was relieved that the skirt did come down at least two or three inches below the curve of her ass and while standing still, her naked crotch was hidden. She buttoned all but the top button on her blouse and presented herself to Roy.
He looked her up and down then unbuttoned two more buttons on top; now any fast movement, or a stiff breeze, would show her firm breasts. He smiled, then opened the two bottom buttons and tied the bottom of the blouse into a knot. It tightened it up some so her breasts were not as exposed, but now her flat belly and navel were revealed. Elaine felt very open to inspection, very sexual.
”Turn around,” Roy told her.
”Yes, Master,” Elaine turned in a circle while Roy looked her over head to foot.
”You are a beautiful slave, Elaine,” he said to her and slid a hand up her skirt to cup her ass.
”Thank you, Master,” she said, looking up into his eyes. “I belong to you.”
“Slave, Elaine,” he said to her, very seriously.
”Yes, Master,” she paused, then added softly, “Roy.” Saying his name gave her a thrill.
”Tonight will be the roughest thing you have had to deal with as a slave. It will be worse than anything I have done to you so far,” he looked into her beautiful eyes and let the seriousness of what he was saying sink in. “But remember that you are my property and you must do as you are told. Do you understand?”
“I will be there through all of it and I will make sure you are safe.”
“Yes, Master.” She looked down, trying not to imagine what was going to happen to her.
”Okay,” he said, offering her the leather jacket, “let’s go.”
Elaine stepped into her sandals and put the jacket on. Roy had not had it cleaned, so she could still feel the crusty semen from her day with the cowboys in the mountains. Dead men’s cum, she noted wryly, and some of Roy’s too. Roy opened the door and followed Elaine out. They walked down the hall and passed the same room service waiter. Elaine wondered if he was the only one and if he ever had any time off. He stared at Elaine’s legs as she walked past, Roy gave him a knowing wink and smile.
It was around three o’clock when Roy helped her onto the back of the motorcycle. He lifted her chin and locked the collar on. Elaine kept her eyes on his, hoping no one else saw this. He put the helmet on her and dropped the visor down so she could not see. He climbed on in front of her and, much to her surprise, he cuffed her hands around him. She was startled by this, he knew she was not going to try to escape, what did he have in store for her?
They were on the move. Elaine had no idea where they were going, she could not see anything but it felt like they were on a paved road. The wind was nice and cooling and the breeze up her short skirt was stimulating. Whenever he had the chance, Roy would reach back and stroke her thigh. Elaine was not sure how long they rode, but after a while they turned on to a dirt road. It was only a few minutes after that that they stopped.
Roy uncuffed Elaine and got off. He took off the jacket then cuffed her hands again. Elaine let him help her off the motorcycle, his hands sliding her skirt up as he did, exposing her perfect ass. She held still as he hooked a leash on to her collar and finally took off the helmet. Elaine looked around. The first thing she noticed was a group of cowboys watching her.
The cowboys were standing by the back of a pickup truck in the shade of a cottonwood, done with their work for the day. They all knew what was going to happen to Elaine, she was not the first woman on a leash they had seen led into the big house. There was something special about this one, though. A kind of innocence and beauty that transcended her cuffs, collar and leash. Each one wanted to run off with this one, to own her and do with her what they wished. The boisterous laughing and talking had ceased when they saw her and an awed, respectful silence followed as she was led toward the house. All eyes were on Elaine, drinking in every second they got to see her. When she was brought into the main house they resumed their conversations, but now in hushed tones. No one talked about the beautiful woman they had just watched, but each one savored his memory of her.
Roy led Elaine up onto the porch of the big house. This was definitely a working ranch. The big house was a little bit of luxury, a sprawling wooden house with a satellite dish and the hum of air conditioning. Other buildings surrounded it: a barn, a few bunkhouses, workshops, storage buildings and a huge water tank fed from a windmill. Pickup trucks, cattle and horse trailers and atv’s were parked neatly; there was definite order to the compound. A little farther away from the house were the cattle pens and horse corral. One thing Elaine did not see was another woman. She knew she was not getting out of here until they were finished with her. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself and not be too scared.
They were greeted on porch by a man coming out of the front door of the main house. He was a short, muscular man who looked to be in his early 40s, with a crew cut. He was wearing a long sleeve khaki shirt and jeans. His face was clean shaven, but through the open top buttons of his shirt Elaine could see a mass of curly, dark hair. She could see an assortment of tattoos that she guessed were military in nature. He had a couple of small scars on his face and one long linear one on his right arm that disappeared up into his sleeve. Elaine was learning to recognize the edge of violence in men and saw it in this one; he would hurt people, he would hurt her.
Roy warmly took his hand, “Sam,” he said in greeting, “nice to see you again.”
Sam returned the smile. “Roy, come on in,” he said, “Mark’s waiting inside.” He held the door open, Roy led Elaine past him. He slowly and deliberately looked Elaine up and down with the look of a man who fully expected to have his way with her. Elaine shrank back and leaned away from him as they passed.
Roy followed Sam down a hallway into a den. Sam offered Roy a chair. Roy pointed to a cushion on the floor beside the chair. “Kneel, Slave.”
“Yes, Master.” Elaine did not know what was going to happen, but she knew that blind obedience to her master was the best strategy. They would do what they wanted to her, but she did not want to give them a reason to punish her. She also hated to admit it, but she did not want embarrass Roy, either.
”Can I get you a drink, Roy?” Sam asked.
“How about your slave?”
“Please. I think she’ll need it.”
Sam chuckled and went to the shelf. He made up four scotch on the rocks, and handed two to Roy. Roy passed one to Elaine and she gratefully took it with her cuffed hands. She sipped on it, feeling the warmth radiate out from her stomach and calm begin to take over.
Roy and Sam made small talk about the weather, cattle and a few mutual acquaintances. It was obvious they were waiting for Mark. Finally the door opened and Mark came in. He was 5’10” with a stocky build and slightly thinning brown hair. He had a mustache and was rather handsome. There was an air of calm and control about him, he reeked of success. He was wearing faded jeans, a perfectly clean white button down shirt and cowboy boots. He had a slightly annoyed and distracted look on his face when he entered that faded into genuine enthusiasm when he shook hands with Roy. Elaine could not help but feel attracted to this man, even though she knew she should fear him.
He looked down appraisingly at Elaine. “So this is what the trouble is all about,” he said and softly stroked her cheek. “She is beautiful, Roy.”
“Thank you, Mark.”
“And still new to the collar, too. If you ever consider selling her, let me know. I’ll make you a good offer on her.”
A chill ran through Elaine. It was a reminder that she was property, she might belong to Roy now but there was no guarantee she always would.
”Thanks, Mark. I plan on keeping her but I’ll keep you in mind,” Roy answered.
Mark sat down behind the desk and drained his scotch.
”Okay,” he said in a serious tone, “let’s get down to business. Sam, you checked out the bodies?”
“Yessir,” the stocky man answered. “It’s just like Roy described. It looks like an accident. Unless they go CSI on it no one will ever know anything happened there.”
“And no one will go CSI on it,” Mark interjected, “I can guarantee that.”
Sam turned to Roy. “Nicely done, Roy. It’s nice work. You ever done this sort of thing before?”
Elaine anxiously waited for the answer, eager to know more about her owner.
Roy smiled mysteriously. “I’ll plead the Fifth on that one.”
Both Sam and Mark laughed. “Yeah,” Sam said, “as Liddy says, there’s no statute of limitations on murder.”
“What about the gun and the shell casings? Any problem with those?” Roy asked.
Sam waved his hand dismissively. “Drunk cowboys shooting from the back of pickup is not exactly uncommon. Even if they look that hard and match up those casings with the gun no one is going to care.”
“Sam’s right,” Mark added. “These were not model citizens. Neither was local so their families are not going to be looking for them. It will be ruled an accident and that will be that.”
“So, we’re all set?” Roy asked.
”Case closed,” Mark said smugly.
”Well, thank you,” Roy said sincerely. “If you ever have any tech problems I can solve, let me know.”
“There are a few things I might need help with. I have some files I need to keep accessible and hidden at the same time,” Mark answered.
”Okay, drop me a line and I’ll take care of it,” said Roy.
Mark leaned back and poured himself another scotch. “Well, is there anything else, then?”
Roy sat forward and spoke formally. “Since you have helped me so much I feel that the least I can do is offer to share my slave with you gentlemen tonight.”
Elaine froze. So this is what he had planned all along.
Mark and Sam smiled. “We would love to,” Mark answered.
The three men continued to talk while they sipped on their drinks. It turned out Roy knew The Hunter fairly well and Sam had a professional curiosity about him. Sam tried to pump Roy for information, but Roy answered evasively.
”Come on, Roy,” Sam probed, “weren’t you with him at Arsenic Wells?”
“Sam,” Roy answered patiently, “imagine you’re me. Would you talk about that?”
Sam looked annoyed for a second then clapped Roy on the shoulder. “Fair enough, Roy. You can’t blame me for trying. It might be interesting to work with him someday. Or against him.”
Elaine watched Mark during this exchange. He listened intently and seemed to have gotten whatever information it was that he wanted. Mark swiftly changed to conversation to computers and he and Roy were soon talking in terms that seemed like a foreign language to Elaine. Her thoughts turned to what was going to happen to her. As much as she knew she should be afraid, she was instead turned on. The fact that she knew there was no escape heightened her arousal when it should have terrified her. They were going to gang bang her tonight, she thought and took a deep breath.
They finished their drinks and Mark said “let’s go to the playroom.”
The men all stood up. Roy handed Elaine’s leash to Mark. “If you please,” Roy said.
Mark gave the leash a sharp tug and Elaine rose to her feet. Mark roughly pulled her out the door and down the hall. Elaine was scared, but also very turned on. These three men were going to use her body all night. She would get fucked everywhere over and over. She knew what Roy could do to her and she sensed that Mark and Sam would do that and more. She had lost all control and now she was heading down the hall to be gang raped and she was dripping wet. She knew she was meant to be a slave.
Elaine stumbled along as Mark pulled her through the hallway. Behind her, she heard Sam and Mark commenting on her ass.
”Yeah,” Roy said, “and it fucks as good as it looks.” He reached forward and flipped up her skirt so Sam could get a better look at her ass as they walked along.
They wound up in front of a big, heavy wooden door. Mark pulled out a key and unlocked it. With a tug he pulled it open and led Elaine, Sam and Roy into the room. When they were all in he closed the door with a thud and locked it. Elaine was in, she was not going anywhere until Mark was done with her.
Elaine looked around; the room was like something out of a pervert’s dream. A big, four posted bed was off to one side. On one wall there was a big wooden X with cuffs in the four corners of it. Next to it was a rack that held a variety of whips: there was a paddle, a razor strop, riding crop and a few Elaine could not even start to identify. In another part of the room a pair of leather cuffs hung from a chain dangling from the ceiling. An open wardrobe revealed a collection of harnesses, cuffs, gags, spreader bars and blindfolds. She craned her head and saw a table of lube and dildos. A pile of pads and wedges took up one corner, each looking like something from a gymnastics meet, but with handcuffs. She had a bad feeling about tonight. The rest of the room looked like a comfortable dungeon. There were no windows and only the one closed and locked door. Lights were spread on the beamed ceiling, some on, some off; the walls were bare brick with pictures of bound and fucked women scattered on them. A few padded chairs were beside a small, round table and an overstuffed sofa was near the bed. It was obvious this room had one purpose and she was to be the center of that tonight.
Roy handed the keys to Elaine’s cuffs to Mark then addressed his slave. “Slave,” he told her, “tonight you will obey Mark and Sam as you would obey me. You will do as you’re told. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” Elaine looked him briefly in the eyes then stared at the floor.
Roy stepped back and sat on one of the chairs. Mark moved in front of her and lifted her chin so she looked him in the eyes.
”We are going to have a lot of fun tonight. Do as we say and you’ll get out of this alright. You’re a slave, so you’ll probably enjoy most of it. If not, too bad.” He leaned forward and kissed her softly, his tongue gently stroking her lips. He took off her cuffs. Elaine rubbed her wrists, but before she could do anything else, Mark reached out and grabbed her shirt. With a quick jerk he untied the knot above her stomach and with a second he ripped it open, the buttons flying across the room.
Elaine flinched, but held her ground. Mark slid the blouse off her unresisting arms then began fondling her breasts with both hands. His touch was rough, his hand calloused, but the violence of his undressing her already had her nipples hard. She breathed hard as one hand continued playing with her breasts while the other reached back and unfastened her skirt. It fell to the floor and Elaine was left wearing only a collar. Mark’s hands were all over her body, rubbing her ass, snaking between her legs to finger her wetness, pulling on her nipples.
”On your knees, Slave,” Mark ordered her.
Elaine was not sure how to address him, but knew he would correct her if she was wrong. “Yes, Master,” and she dropped to her knees.
Mark chuckled as he began to strip. “I’m not your master, sweetie. Only Roy gets called that. You will address Sam and me as ‘Sir’. Do you understand?”
Elaine was eye level with the bulge in his pants. “Yes, Sir.”
Mark took off his jeans and was now naked. He had a little body hair, but not as much as Roy or as much as she guessed Sam had. He looked good, lean and muscular, tanned with no scars or tattoos. She looked quickly to check out his cock; that was what would be important to her. She was relieved to see that he was about the same size as Roy, maybe a little shorter but a little thicker, too. He stroked his cock and smiled down at her. “Open up, Slave,” he told her, “let’s get the party started.”
Elaine obeyed and Mark filled her mouth with his cock. He slowly and deliberately forced it all the way in until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. Elaine had always thought that men shaving their pubic hair was less than masculine, but with a man’s pubic hair tickling her nose it did not seem like that much of a bad idea. At least the hair tickling her nose distracted her from the cock in her throat. Mark slid in and out a few times then left her mouth.
”Your turn, Slave,” he said to her with his hands on his hips. “Let’s see what you can do.”
Elaine wanted to apologize in advance for not being very good at sucking cock. She knew it was not her strong suit, it was always easier when the men just fucked her face. But Elaine knew she had to try and she was determined to give it her best effort. She licked his shaft from base to tip, sucked his balls and got as much of his cock in her mouth as she could, but she could tell this was not doing much for Mark.
”Roy,” she heard Mark say as she tried to take him in her throat, “do you know Bill Waites?”
“In Las Vegas?” Roy replied.
“I’ve crossed paths with him a few times at Association functions. Why?”
“He’s the best at teaching slaves to suck cock. This one obviously needs some instruction.” Elaine blushed in embarrassment and humiliation, she was trying but knew it was true. “I’ll give you his card.”
“Sorry, Mark,” Roy apologized, “she’s still new to all of this. On Thursday she was still a lonely, frustrated free woman.”
Mark stopped Elaine with a hand on her head and smiled down at her. “You’ve done well with her. There is an innocence about her that just makes you want to violently violate her, somehow being good at sucking cock would just be out of character.”
“She is great at eating pussy, though,” Roy added, “I saw her put on a show earlier that was amazing.”
“Yes, that’s what Amanda said,” Mark said. Elaine froze at the mention of her roommate’s name and wanted to ask about her but knew she was not allowed. Mark tugged her to her feet by the collar and pointed to the bed. “On the bed, sweetie,” he told her, “we’ll let Sam get you opened up for us.”
Elaine climbed up on the bed and lay down in the middle. She noted it was firm, with some give and a faint crinkling that hinted of a plastic wrap somewhere under the sheets. There were rings bolted into the posts and in the middle of the headboard and foot board. On a table beside the bed there was an assortment of ropes, straps and cuffs. Elaine eyed those warily, but she was getting more aroused thinking about being tied to the bed while these three men took turns fucking her. She had not been able to orgasm while she was with Kristy and Roy earlier and was ready.
”How do you want her?” Mark asked.
”Arms spread, legs free,” she heard Sam answer.
On one side of her Mark put a padded cuff on her wrist then secured it with a strap to the post. Roy did the same with the other side then they both stepped back to admire their work. Elaine tugged at each arm and found that they were secure, she was held tight.
Sam was at the foot of the bed undressing. Just as she had expected, he was as hairy as a bear. Under the mat of curly black hair she could see more tattoos and more scars. She was afraid of this man and did not want to do anything to provoke him, but knew that even obeying his every whim would not keep him from hurting her.
”Okay, Slave,” Roy said to Elaine. “Time to get fucked.”
“Yes, Master” Elaine answered and the three men laughed.
Elaine turned back to look at Sam and would have jumped out of bed if she hadn’t been tied down. His cock was huge, at least nine inches long, and thick. She did not know how she was going to be able to take that in her vagina, not to mention her throat and, god forbid, her ass.
Sam smiled at her discomfort. “Oh yeah, Slave, all night long. Everywhere. You’re gonna take this cock everywhere.”
Elaine wanted to protest or plead, but knew it would do no good. Mark was grinning, too, and poured drinks for Roy and himself. He sat on a chair beside the bed and propped his feet up on the mattress while Roy sat on the couch with a good view.
Sam rubbed his huge cock on Elaine’s face. She opened her mouth to try to take it in, but he kept it out, teasing her and lightly smacking her with it.
”Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to suck it tonight.” Sam chuckled then climbed on the bed.
Elaine’s eyes were locked on the giant cock as it bobbed in front of her. She still could not believe that it would fit inside her.
Sam reached down and stroked Elaine’s legs. She spread her legs for him, offering herself to him. Sam kissed each silky thigh then climbed between them. He put her ankles on his shoulders, she could feel the curly hair on his shoulders on her calves, the hair of his chest on the back of her thighs, as he maneuvered between her legs.
He placed the tip of his cock against her wet slit. Elaine looked up at him, terrified.
”Please don’t hurt me,” she pleaded.
Sam looked down at her beautiful, moist blue eyes. He was really going to enjoy punishing her little body. She was going to get fucked tonight like she had never been fucked before. Maybe she would like it, maybe not, it really did not matter to him. She was a slave, she was just an object of pleasure.
Elaine turned to Roy, her eyes pleading to her master, but he just smiled and sipped on his drink.
Sam began to force his way in, slowly but relentlessly. Elaine cried out as he penetrated her. It burned and stretched worse than anything she had taken in her cunt before. Her eyes watered and her body convulsed as he violated her. It seemed to take forever for him to get all the way inside her, she felt him bump into her cervix then push in a little more. When he finally stopped, his hips against her crotch it seemed like she was being split. She had never felt so full and stretched, every square inch of her cunt was filled.
Elaine was very aware of the huge cock in her pussy, she felt so used, so degraded, but so turned on, too. She was a fully sexual object. At least for this night she existed only for the pleasure her body could bring these men.
Sam held himself buried all the way in her for a moment, turning his hips slightly, grinding into Elaine’s helpless body. Elaine softly cried, fearing the abuse even as she hungered for more.
”Fuck her hard, Sam,” Mark said, “pound that tight little cunt!”
Elaine looked briefly to Mark, as she did Sam pulled out fast and slammed back in hard. Elaine screamed out as his enormous cock rammed into her. She tried to squirm away, but was tied down and pinned by Sam.
Sam got up on his knees, lifting Elaine’s body off the bed, and pounded away. He held firmly onto her thighs as he roughly fucked her. Elaine kept screaming while he violated her and was shocked when the pain was overwhelmed by her much delayed orgasm, amplified by her day long denial.
Sam slammed a few times more then pulled out and climbed up on her to shoved the tip of his enormous member into her mouth. Elaine gagged as round after round of cum shot into her mouth. Wide eyed, scared and hurt there was nothing she could do but swallow it and wait for what these men were going to do to her next.
Sam kept his cock in her mouth, not in so deep that she could not breathe but in enough to fill her mouth. He reached back and found her swollen clit and rubbed it gently, as he did he pushed deeper in to her mouth, slowly cutting off her air. It only took a minute to make Elaine cum again. Deprived of air, her pussy aching from the rough fucking by Sam’s huge cock she came until she passed out.
Elaine awoke a few minutes later. She greedily gasped for air and tasted the salty cum of Sam in her mouth. She tried to wipe the tears from her eyes, but her hands were still tied. No one was doing anything to her at the moment so she tried to look around the room.
Sam was standing beside a table, pouring a drink. He was still naked and Elaine could see his softening cock hanging beneath his hairy legs. Elaine could see his muscular back, a few more scars poking out from under the mat of black hair that covered him below the neck. He scared her, he had just brutalized her and he was just getting started.
Roy was next. He put on a condom while Elaine helplessly watched. He climbed on top of his captive slave and slid his hard cock into her already wet and loosened pussy. He whispered softly into her ear as her ground his hips into her, “you’re doing great, Slave.” Elaine found the encouragement comforting and gazed up adoringly at her owner as he began to fuck her.
Roy started out slow and gentle, wanting to let his slave save some of her strength, but it did not take long for his lust to overcome him. He had taken this innocent woman and introduced her to this world. She had been a shy, quiet, lonely woman and now, because of him, she was tied up and helpless as three men prepared to fuck her all night long. She belonged to him and her comfort no longer mattered to him. He rammed into her harder and harder now, reminding her of his control over her with each thrust.
Elaine kept her eyes on Roy as he took her. The rough pounding seemed more natural and more satisfying to her, he was using her again. Elaine wanted to cum for him, to show the other men what her owner could do. She thought of all he had done to her and all he had had done to her, and as she looked at Sam’s leering face she exploded into another orgasm. As her pussy clenched and spasmed on Roy’s invading cock she felt Roy cum, too. He grunted and groaned as he shot his load inside her then smiled encouragingly at her as he slowed and stopped.
”Thank you, Master”, Elaine said to her owner and ground her hips around his still hard shaft.
Roy kissed her forehead then withdrew from her.
Mark was ready.
”You are beautiful, Elaine,” Mark said to her, “maybe when Roy gets tired of you I’ll buy you from him. I should say ‘if he gets tired of you’. If you were mine I’d fuck you every chance I got. Hell, I might never leave the house.” He chuckled to himself.
Mark lifted up the bottle of liquor, Elaine could see it was some sort of expensive looking scotch. He stood above her and poured a small stream on her breasts and stomach. The liquor pooled in her navel, and slid across her soft skin.
Mark set the bottle down, knelt on the bed and began licking the scotch off her naked body. First he licked it off her breasts. Elaine squirmed helplessly beneath him as his tongue lapped up the brown liquor. He licked each nipple, sucking them briefly them moving on to more skin. He got all of the scotch off her breasts then went after her stomach. He licked in long, slow paths then dove into her navel, his tongue snaking in and going after the spilt liquor. Elaine squirmed and moaned, his mouth had her to the edge of cumming again.
Much to Elaine’s surprise, Mark untied her hands from the headboard and lay down beside her on the bed. He unrolled a condom onto his shaft and turned to her. “Okay, Slave,” he told her, “now I want you to fuck me. Come on, climb on top.”
Elaine stretched a bit and quickly wiped her eyes with her hands then rolled over and straddled Mark. This was something she had never done with a man, every other man she had been with had fucked her, she was never on top. Amanda, however, was another story. The redhead had loved to lie down with a strap-on on and have Elaine “go to town” (as Amanda would say) on top of her.
She climbed on top of him, facing him. He reached up and played with her breasts as she rubbed her wet cunt up and down his hard shaft.
”Fuck me, you pretty little toy,” Mark moaned.
He moved one hand to her ass and stopped her when she was at the top of one of her strokes. He moved his cock to her wet opening. She froze. He slid his hands down to her hips and pushed her back onto his cock.
Elaine closed her eyes and whimpered as he filled her. He was not as big as Sam, but bigger than anyone else who had fucked her before Roy. She concentrated on how he felt inside her stretched pussy, how her clit felt against him, how his hands on her hips controlled her.
Mark loosened his grip on her hips and she sat back up and began riding him. She was determined first and foremost to get herself off. She circled her hips and slid up and down on his enormous shaft, each stroke brought her closer and closer.
Mark stared in fascination as this beautiful, submissive, collared woman fucked him. It felt great, her hot, tight wet pussy clung to his cock. He could see in her color and face that she was almost there. He didn’t have to wait much longer. She moaned then yelled as she bounced harder and harder on his shaft. Her face contorted in ecstasy and her whole body turned bright red. Her pussy got even wetter and she ground down onto him, milking every last moment out of her climax.
She slowed after she came, but Mark wasn’t finished yet. He held her hips in place and started fucking her hard, slamming up from below.
All Elaine could do was take it. She was getting fucked for the third time with out any break or time to recover. Her pussy ached, but still hungered for more. All the sensations were too overpowering to let her do anything but accept what was being done to her. She seemed to be riding one long orgasm, every bit of her body resonating to the cock pounding away at her. She moaned and whimpered, it was so intense. This was why she had become a slave, to be used and degraded and to feel things that overpowered the rational part of her brain.
She was not aware of when Mark came, she only became aware when he stopped fucking her. She came down quickly, but her body was still flushed and tingling all over. She stared down at wonder at Mark, he smiled back up at her.
Suddenly, Sam grabbed Elaine by the collar and pulled her off Mark. She was not quite sure what was happening and looked to Mark for help, but he put his hands behind his head and smiled as Sam took her away.
”Come on Slave girl, it’s time to take it in the ass,” Sam growled as he dragged her.
Elaine half walked, half stumbled as he pulled her over to one of the wedge shaped pads. She tried futilely to resist, but her legs were rubbery and Sam was much stronger than she was. Sam enjoyed her fighting and flung her roughly onto the pad. He held her down and bent her over the pad at the waist. Roy was there and strapped her in place with a belt across her waist. Roy and Sam secured her arms and legs, easily overpowering her weak efforts to get free. In only a few seconds Elaine was bound to the pad, her ass in the air, face down, arms and legs spread and secured. She was ready and open for whatever they wanted to do to her.
Elaine tried to move, but she could not budge an inch.
”You’ve got a beautiful ass, Slave,” Sam told her. “I’m going to call you ‘Sweet Cheeks’.” He turned to Roy, “do you mind if I call your slave ‘Sweet Cheeks’?”
“Go right ahead,” Roy said magnanimously, “she does have some sweet cheeks.”
“Please, Sam,” she pleaded, “please don’t do this. Please don’t hurt me.” She looked at Roy again, pleading with her eyes, but he did not say or do anything. Elaine knew there was no hope.
Sam was behind her, out of her line of sight and she couldn’t move her head to see him, but she did hear him laugh. He gazed at her ass and stroked his huge cock in anticipation of violating her. She had one of the most beautiful asses he had seen, the curves and complexion seemed to be in perfect harmony. He didn’t like the turtle, tattoo, though. It was like putting a smiley face on the Mona Lisa.
Sam knelt down behind her and began softy rubbing Elaine’s ass. He kneaded her firm cheeks, roughly grabbing her soft skin. He kissed and licked them, biting hard once to admire the teeth marks on her pale flesh. He squirted some lube into her little brown hole and gently stuck a finger in to rub it around. He put in a little more and added a second finger, turning and stretching her. He pulled them out and watched her tight back door close.
This was going to be good.
Sam leaned down next to Elaine’s ear. He kissed it gently, then whispered to her. “I’m gonna do you now. Ready for me, Sweet Cheeks?”
Her eyes closed and tears slowly running down her face, Elaine nodded. She was scared, she knew that this was going to really hurt and there was nothing she could do to stop it. But this was what she had wanted, this was why she had become a slave, to be used relentlessly for someone else’s pleasure.
Sam turned her head and kissed her, softly and gently, his tongue briefly brushing hers then withdrawing. Elaine knew that this gentleness was preceding a violent, painful violation; it was the calm before the storm.
”You can scream,” Sam told her as he moved behind her, “if you like. I love it when slaves scream.”
Elaine was determined not to give him that satisfaction. She tried to relax, to calm herself and will herself to open. Before Roy, no one had ever taken her there before. Well, before Roy there was a lot of stuff she had never done.
Sam’s background was vague, Mark was one of the few who knew it all, but he had let hints drop about “information extraction”. Those had been the good old days. No one could claim that Sam was not a sadist, because he definitely was. But he was not a full time sadist who inflicted pain simply to inflict pain. To Sam, pain was a flavor enhancer, it made something he already liked doing even more enjoyable. He loved fucking, making it hurt was the icing on the cake.
As he gazed down on this beautiful, helpless woman, he had to resist the urge to destroy her. This was not out of any kindness to Elaine, it was because she was borrowed property. He would no more break a tool he borrowed than destroy a slave that was loaned to him. Almost regretfully, he rolled on a condom and squirted copious amounts of lube on his huge cock.
He moved between her legs, kissed her butt one more time then readied himself.
Elaine tried to prepare herself as he kissed her. This gentleness was almost too much. She wished he would just be rough the whole time instead, that way she could adjust for him. She clenched her fists but tried to relax her anus. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her crack, when the tip caught on her tight hole he stopped.
Elaine took a deep breath and Sam began to force his way in. He was slow, but strong and quickly penetrated her. She wanted to cry out, it hurt. Sam was only the second man to enter her ass and he was bigger than Roy. Her rim stretched and burned, even lubed it was painful. She shuddered to think what it would be like unlubed.
Slowly he worked deeper into her, it seemed to take forever to get all the way in. He kept sliding in, deeper and deeper, filling her, violating her. Finally she felt his rough pubic hair against the soft skin on her ass. She was sweating heavily and her body feebly tried to expel this massive intrusion. She did not scream or cry out, she was as proud of that as someone tied down and being anally raped could be.
Sam lay on top of her, his large, hairy body forcing the air from Elaine’s small frame. He turned her head towards him and gently kissed her on the lips, his tongue only slightly entering her mouth, licking the inside of her lips.
”Now the fun begins,” he whispered in her ear.
Elaine could breathe again once he got off her, but his hard cock buried in her ass did not change and the ordeal was just starting. She expected him to start hammering away immediately, but he did not. His strokes were long and slow, painful but tolerable, but Elaine did not relax, she knew any second now he would hurt her.
Sam was mesmerized as he watched his huge cock disappear into Elaine’s tiny hole. It always amazed him that something as big as his cock could fit into the small assholes of these women. It just seemed to vanish inside of them. Well, enough of the easy part.
Sam suddenly slammed hard into Elaine, burying himself in one powerful stroke. Elaine was in agony, but still didn’t cry out. She clenched her fists and toes and bit down on the pad, but was not going to give him the satisfaction of screaming. She counted five hard thrusts into her tender ass, each one brought her closer to screaming then he stopped and withdrew from her, leaving her empty.
Elaine was trying to catch her breath when Sam battered back into her. Without warning he battered through her feebly resisting sphincter and buried his cock all the way into her. This time she could not fight at and a loud scream escaped her lips.
”That’s it, Sweet Cheeks, don’t fight it, scream,” Sam snarled at her.
He pounded her roughly now, and he started slapping her ass as he did, first one side then the other. Sam laughed as Elaine kept crying out, she could not keep it in any more. This hurt worse than anything Roy had done to her, but even as the pain climbed to a crescendo the distinction between pleasure and pain blurred. The sensations were so strong that she was not sure if she hated it or loved it, she wanted it to stop, but feared that it would. At some point she realized that she was cumming, the line between the pleasure and the pain was gone, she had been forced into an orgasm. Every nerve in her body was afire, every square inch of her was alive with agony and ecstasy. It was like a fuse was blown, she lost all control of her body, it went limp as Sam hammered away inside her.
Sam seemed to be able to fuck forever, but eventually he came. He fired round after round of cum so deep inside her body that he half expected to see it drip out of her nose. Sam had done a lot of women in the ass, but he could not remember one as satisfying as this one. It was the combination of her beauty, her innocence, how her ass felt on his cock and her reaction to what he did to her. He ran his hands down her sides, admiring her ravished body. She was covered in sweat, her ass cheeks reddened by his slapping, flush from her orgasm and wracked by sobs. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks and onto the pad.
Sam roughly pulled out, staggered to a nearby chair and flopped down. Mark handed him a glass of whiskey, Sam drained it in one swallow.
He turned to Mark and simply said “wow.”
“Told you her ass fucked as good as it looked,” Roy said smugly.
Mark smiled, set down his drink and got up. He walked behind Elaine who was still panting and sobbing, little drops of lube sliding down from her reddened asshole. Mark put on a condom, took the bottle of lube and quickly rubbed some of it on his erect cock. He climbed between her thighs and with no further ado rammed his cock into her ass.
Elaine was not ready for this. She had hoped for a little time to recover after Sam’s violation, but Mark was already inside her. Mark skipped any introductory pleasures and went straight to pounding her. Elaine yelled again, but she lacked the strength to fight or scream too loudly. All she could do was lie there as he violently used her.
Mark grabbed her hips firmly as he hammered away at her. He rolled his head back; Sam was right, she was great. He would have to take her as often as he could tonight. Almost regretfully, he climaxed inside her.
Elaine was crying as Mark climbed off and Roy took his place. Roy was incredibly turned on, the power he had over Elaine was intoxicating. He had brought her to the place where three men were fucking her in the ass, and she just had to take it. He had taken a shy, normal woman and turned her into a sex slave, he had turned her into his sex slave. She seemed to be constantly cumming, crying or both. Her mind might be resisting, but her body knew what it wanted.
Roy slipped on the condom and rubbed on some lube. He bent forward and kissed her ass, plucking a stray pube left behind by either Sam or Mark from her crack. He reached a finger into her slit; it was wet and as ready to go as ever. Nothing seemed to turn her on like being used and abused. She calmed a bit as Roy gently fingered her pussy and when she was back in control he put his cock against her battered asshole.
Roy pushed into her, slowly but firmly, filling her again. He remember again how much he loved being in her ass, how he had stolen her and killed two men just to be able to keep doing this to her. She looked so beautiful, so natural, tied up and impaled on his cock. He rubbed his hands down her sides, reaching under her to pinch her erect nipples. She flinched a bit, moaned softly and waited for Roy to take her. He shifted his hands back to her hips and started thrusting.
He used her hard, driven by her helplessness, beauty and his own youth. Only when he reached under her to rub her clit did he slow any. Elaine shifted onto his hand, welcoming the pleasure to match her violation. She came just before he did, her climax lost in the last few hard thrusts as he orgasmed, once more, inside her beautiful body.
Roy pulled out of her and slipped off the condom. He dropped it into the can on top of a growing pile of used condoms and wiped off his cock with a towel. Panting for the exertion he shared a knowing look with Mark and Sam.
”Sam,” Mark said to his partner, “why don’t you bring little Sweet Cheeks over here for a drink?”
Sam got up and undid the straps that held Elaine down. He helped her to her feet and she leaned against him. Sam could tell she was not ready to walk yet so he picked her up, cradling her in his arms. Elaine was in a daze, she leaned her abused body into Sam’s hairy chest as he carried her to the sofa. Gently, he sat her down in the middle. He sat on one side of her and Mark on the other. Roy sat in a chair across from them.
Elaine sat back on the couch surrounded by men who had just brutally fucked her. She was starting to get her senses back and knew she should enjoy this little rest before they took her again. She tried not to look at any of them, but just to have a minute or two to herself.
Mark handed her a glass of whiskey and ice. She quickly drained it and he refilled it. She was a slave, she kept reminding herself. This is what happened to slaves. Or so she assumed, she had never been a slave before nor had she ever known a slave before. In fact, before Friday she did even know there were slaves. Sure, she had played slave girl with Amanda, but that was a game, this was real. Even though it hurt, and she was afraid of what would happen next, she was excited by it all, too. She craved the use of her body, the men pounding away at her while she was helpless to stop them. The pain and fear just added to the experience.
She sipped the second glass, trying to get as much rest as possible. Somehow she knew when she finished this one they would start on her again. Her ass throbbed and her pussy felt like it had rug burn. It had been a rough few days.
Roy, Mark and Sam watched as she sipped her drink. When she was down to just ice, Mark took the glass from her hands and put it aside.
”Break time is over, Sweet Cheeks,” Mark told her. “Back to work.”
Roy stood up and stepped in front of her. He took hold of her head and pushed it towards his cock. Elaine leaned forward and opened her mouth. Roy slid into her and was quickly in her throat. He began to fuck her face, and as he did Elaine could feel hands on her breasts and thighs, one began to finger her slit. Even as Roy violated her mouth Elaine got closer and closer to orgasm, but she was not allowed to finish. The hand in her crotch (Mark? she liked to think it was Mark) kept her on the edge of cumming, but did not push her over the edge. Roy came and Elaine swallowed more semen. She thought wryly that the only thing she had had to eat since lunch was spooge.
”Okay,” Roy said as Elaine sucked the last bits of cum from his cock, “what’s next on the agenda?”
Mark offered Elaine his hand and she weakly rose from the couch. She felt a string of lube from her ass stick to the cushion as she rose and a little drop of cum ran down from her mouth. He led her the few steps to the table. Sam had already cleared the table, putting the whiskey, ice and glasses in the whip cabinet. Mark lifted her so she was sitting on the table then pushed her back. Sam cradled her head and lowered her back to the table.
Elaine lay on the table, her legs dangled off one end and Sam pushed her head down so it hung off the edge of the table, too. She was looking at the world upside down.
Sam stood in front of her and softly rubbed her throat. Elaine looked right at Sam’s huge cock in front of her face, the same rod that had so violently taken her twice already tonight. She swallowed and readied for what she knew was coming, and cumming. She did not know how that huge thing would fit in her throat without killing her, but she would soon find out.
Sam grabbed his cock and pushed the tip into Elaine’s waiting mouth. She did not try to fight or resist. He left the tip in for moment and Elaine could taste dried cum and the juices from her cunt, the flavor of her debasement. She stared right at his hairy thighs and balls. She decided that the view was not going to get any better so she closed her eyes.
Sam slowly pushed his way in. He pushed past her teeth and tongue, pausing briefly as he got to the top of her throat. Elaine gagged when he pushed deeper into her throat, but there was no stopping him. She tried to get up and pull away, but strong hands held her on the table. She felt her throat stretch painfully as he continued to push into her. She could not breathe and wondered how much farther until he was all the way in. She tried to stay calm and was relieved when she finally felt his balls against her nose. She was, in a masochistic way, proud that she was able to take him all the way in.
”That’s it, Sweet Cheeks,” Sam moaned, “take it all in. Suck it, Sweet Cheeks, suck it.”
Elaine tried to suck, but her mouth and throat were so full all she could do was just take it. She arched her back in pain when Sam reached down and roughly grabbed her nipples. He pulled and twisted them as he pulled back out. When he was out enough so she could breathe she greedily sucked a deep breath through her nose and as she did Sam slid back into her. He slowly fucked her face and throat; Elaine was able to time her breathing with his thrusting.
This was almost worse than having her ass pounded. It hurt less, but not being able to breathe scared her and kept her on the edge of panic. It was more humiliating, too, and having his balls bounce off her nose with every thrust made her feel even more used.
As Sam slowly picked up speed with his thrusting, she was made aware of Mark. She had forgotten about him. She remembered him when he pushed his cock into her pussy.
”Wow, guys,” Mark said as he buried himself deep inside her, “she is really wet. She loves it. What an amazing piece of ass you found, Roy.”
Elaine wanted to cry but couldn’t. For the first time in her life two men were inside her and it was intense. Mark started pounding her, hooking her legs over his shoulders and slamming away. She tried to yell, but was gagged by the huge cock in her mouth. Much to her shame, it only took a couple of thrusts from Mark before she came. She moaned and thrashed about, but was helpless as the two cocks pounded away at her.
The two men roughly used her mouth and pussy. Not slowing or stopping as they forced their pleasure from her body. Elaine came again as hands, she was not sure whose, pulled and rubbed her sensitive breasts.
She wasn’t sure if Mark or Sam finished first, but they were both close. Suddenly they both slowed and stopped. Mark pulled out of battered pussy first then Sam slid out of her mouth, leaving a trail of cum across her tongue.
Elaine panted and cried, she had never imagined she could experience a night like this. She never thought anything like this could ever happen to her. She was only vaguely aware of a phone ringing and Mark answering it.
Tenderly, Sam caressed Elaine’s face and chest. He softly traced her collarbone and gently rubbed her cheeks. He had just violently raped her face, but was now treating her with tenderness. Elaine softly cried and Sam rubbed away her tears.
”Let’s hang her up,” she heard Roy say. “Upright, legs spread. Let’s make sure we can get from the front and back.”
Elaine tried to deny what she had heard. She was going to be double penetrated, one in her ass, one in her pussy. She did not know if she could take it, but she realized she did not have any choice.
The three of them carried Elaine to the harness hanging from the ceiling and began suspending her. Her hands were tied together above her head and hung from the ceiling. Her weight was hung from straps on her legs and under her arms. Her legs were spread, leaving her open for use. Elaine was resigned to her fate now. She was sore and loose from all the pounding her ass, pussy and mouth had already taken, but she knew her owner still had more in store for her.
Sam stepped back and admired his handiwork. Elaine was ready to be double penetrated. She was open and helpless. He smiled. He loved seeing women like this.
”I’ll take the back,” she heard Roy say from behind her.
“Should we let our special guest have the front?” Mark asked.
Special guest? Elaine perked up a little, three men were bad enough, now Roy wanted to add a fourth? She sighed bitterly and closed her eyes.
”I think we should,” Roy agreed.
Elaine heard Sam open the door to the room. “Come on in, we’re ready for you now,” he said to someone in the other room.
Elaine instantly knew who it was. She recognized the footsteps, the faint smell, the very sense of presence and began to softly cry. She kept her eyes closed, not trusting herself. A hand touched her wet cheek, a familiar touch that sent shivers down her spine.
”I missed you, Laney.”
“Me, too,” Elaine answered and opened her eyes. Caressing her cheek, her face inches away from Elaine’s, was Amanda. Elaine did not know what to think or feel. This was Amanda, the person who had first brought Elaine to orgasm. She had been Elaine’s lover, her teacher and leader in sexual exploration; her roommate and friend. Amanda had also abandoned Elaine to a year of loneliness and got back in touch with her only because she wanted to sell Elaine into sexual slavery.
Amanda was just the way Elaine remembered her. She must have put some effort into this because her huge head of curly red hair was tied back and manageable. Elaine fondly remembered all the many times she had brushed back the mounds of curls to kiss Amanda’s full lips or how it felt on her thighs when Amanda went down on her. Amanda’s light blue eyes looked back at Elaine, a hint of satisfaction and questioning in them. Elaine looked at Amanda’s muscular arms and shoulders, the milky skin showing some new freckling. Elaine thought she needed to put on more sunscreen; Amanda had such fair skin but was outside all the time. Elaine had always enjoyed rubbing sunscreen on her back. Elaine did not need to look down to know about Amanda’s powerful legs. Amanda had spent some time as a river guide, rowing tourists through the Grand Canyon and still had the all over ripped physique. Amanda had frequently overpowered Elaine during sex games and Elaine had loved it when Amanda would throw her over her shoulder and carry her off for some rough fucking. Elaine knew this woman, she knew her well.
Elaine was angry, deeply angry, at Amanda. She was angry more for Amanda leaving her when they were still at the Grand Canyon than for trying to sell her; Elaine knew she was born to be a slave and maybe Amanda had been trying to do her a favor. But no one, not even Roy, inspired deeper feelings than Amanda. No one knew Elaine as well, how to please her, how to hurt her.
Elaine opened her mouth, trying to speak, but no words came out. Amanda solved the problem by leaning in and kissing Elaine, her tongue sliding into Elaine’s unresisting mouth. Elaine closed her eyes. The kiss was so familiar, the feel of Amanda’s lips and tongue so long a part of Elaine’s life, and Elaine found herself responding, her cum covered tongue eagerly caressing Amanda’s. Soon she felt Amanda’s small, strong hands on her breasts, kneading and gently pulling on her nipples. Amanda knew just what to do to arouse Elaine and soon her touch had Elaine ready again for whatever they were going to do to her next. She breathed a deep sigh and opened her eyes. Amanda gazed expectantly at her and Elaine nodded.
Amanda was ready, too. She had a strap-on ready to go and stepped between Elaine’s legs. She put the plastic tip to Elaine’s sore pussy lips and slowly pushed in. Elaine knew Amanda well, she even knew which dildo Amanda had on the harness. It was “Henry”, a medium sized one that had been Elaine’s favorite. She recognized the feel of it as Amanda slid it into her. Blue eyes gazed at blue eyes, but Amanda just held inside Elaine, not fucking her but waiting.
Then Roy was behind her. He pressed his chest into Elaine’s back and whispered into her ear. “Are you ready, Slave?” he asked as his cock pressed against her abused anus.
Elaine’s eyes were locked on Amanda’s as she said “yes, Master.”
Roy forced his way into Elaine’s tight passage, filling her from behind as Amanda filled her from the front. For a moment they were all still and Elaine concentrated on how full she felt. She had never thought this was something she would be doing, never imagined her body used like this, but the feel of being taken front and back stirred a deep craving in her. Amanda and Roy both seemed to be waiting for her.
”Be good to her, Roy,” she heard Amanda whisper to Roy, “or I’ll kick your ass.”
“Fuck me, Master,” Elaine said and Roy began to slowly slide out of her ass. “Fuck me, Red,” she said to Amanda and Amanda began sliding out of her pussy.
Elaine closed her eyes and lost herself in the sensation. They both started slowly but quickly sped up. It took them a few minutes to find a rhythm, one sliding out as the other pounded in, but once they did they took Elaine hard. Soon Elaine was overwhelmed, she had not thought this was possible. She tried to yell out, but could not make a sound. Her whole body was on fire, she did not know if it was pain or pleasure, all she knew was that the entire universe was the fucking she was getting from the two most important people in her life. Finally, she found her voice and howled a primal, animal scream as they plundered her helpless body. She came and came, not quite sure where one orgasm ended and the next began.
Roy came with a yell of his own and quickly pulled out of her battered sphincter, but before Elaine had a chance to come down Mark was pushing inside her. Elaine opened her eyes as Amanda pulled out, too. She gave a last longing kiss to her lover as Sam took her place. Mark was already pounding away at her ass when Sam slid his huge rod into her wet pussy.
Elaine was only vaguely aware of anything as Mark and Sam fucked her. She felt their bodies against her, their body hair on her soft skin, their breathing regular on her face and shoulders like athletes working out. Her sweat mixed with theirs, her moans drowned out in theirs. And she could feel them hammering away at her, but mostly she was aware of cumming. At some point she went limp, she may have passed out, she would never know. When she finally regained her senses Amanda was loosening the straps and lowering her into Roy’s waiting arms.
Roy carried her over to the bed and set her down. He whispered in her ear “you did great, Slave.”
Elaine did not have the strength to answer him, but she thought she managed a wan smile. She closed her eyes and heard the door close and lock. When she opened them again she was alone. She wanted to think about what had just happened to her, she wanted to think about Roy and Amanda, but she was too tired and feel deeply asleep.
Elaine awoke to silence and found herself alone for a change. It took her a moment to realize where she was, still in the sex room at Mark’s ranch. She was sore, really sore. How many time had she been fucked last night? She could not remember, each of the three men had taken multiple turns in her, using her everywhere.
One light burned on a table. Beside it was an open tube of lube on its side, none spilled out so maybe they had used all of it on her. She could see the straps hanging from the ceiling where she had been double penetrated by Sam and Mark and before them Roy and…. Amanda. Amanda had been in on Elaine’s gang-bang, too.
The door unlocked and opened, sunlight spilled into the dark room. Coming through the door carrying a tray of coffee was Amanda. She was in a white t-shirt and shorts, and her hair was a mass of loose curls today. She smiled as she sat the tray down on the table beside the bed, shoving some handcuffs onto the floor to make room. She poured two cups of coffee, added milk to one and offered it to Elaine. Elaine sat up, wincing as she put pressure on her crotch, and took the coffee.
”Good afternoon, Laney,” Amanda said and sat down on the bed beside Elaine. Elaine looked a little puzzled. “It’s 2pm. You had a long night so I decided to let you sleep. I had to give the men a morning blow job to get them to leave you alone. How on earth did you get Mark in your ass?”
I enjoy being a submissive to my husband, Alex. Our sex life is fantastic when it’s just the two of us, but several times a month he takes me out somewhere to find someone else for me to fuck. I never know where we are going. He chooses what I wear, and I never know the gender of the person I will be fucking, or the number of them for that matter. He does not demean me while doing this, instead he chooses a scenario that I have had a fantasy about, or that he has envisioned. It is meant to bring pleasure to both of us and allow us to fulfill fantasies.
My job is to tell him any fantasy I have. I describe them in detail while he fingers and licks my pussy. He helps me to enhance my sexuality in things that I would be afraid to do without his guidance. I never tell him no. If he chooses something for me, that is what I will do. Truth be told, every bit of it makes me hot. I love his deciding what I am going to and all the planning he puts into it.
This story is one I often replay in my head when he is out of town. I use toys to recreate what I can and I know how much my husband loves me because he gives me these fantastic nights. Not every husband is willing to allow his wife to fuck another man, much less groups of people.
First a little bit about myself. I am average height and average weight for a woman. I know how to play on my features and be either coy or downright slutty and I love both. I can turn heads when I want to. I love cock and I love pussy. Most of all I love pleasing my husband. We are in our early 40s and everything about us is “average.” We have the house with the white picket fence and 2.5 kids and dog. Soccer games, football games and cheerleading practice are on our daily schedules. We are typical family next door, but behind closed doors, especially bedroom doors, we are far more free.
I came home from work on a Friday night to find my husband sitting on our bed. He was naked, cock at full staff and ready for me. I dropped to me knee in front of him, happily taking his cock into my mouth. Once I got his full length in my mouth, I knew. He is only this hard when he’s about to take me out somewhere. My pussy tingled with excitement. I eagerly bobbed my head up and down the length of my cock. He grabbed my head, keeping it still.
“You are a slut tonight and I’m going to fuck your mouth the way I want to,” he commanded. Oh, my pussy got so wet.
As he held my head, his strokes were long, hard and fast. I had to resist the urge to gag and adjust a little bit so I could take his length down my throat.
“Oh, your hot mouth is better than your pussy tonight,” he groaned.
He only lasted a few minutes with his assault on my mouth before I was slurping up his sticky cum. He came so hard I couldn’t swallow it all. My mouth dripped with his cum. I didn’t want to waste any, so I wiped it off my face, rubbed it on my tits, then licked it off. I licked his cock nice and clean, making sure to get every drop.
My pussy was aching for relief, but I knew I wouldn’t be getting it. On our nights out, he wants me as wet as possible when I meet my partner or partners.
When Alex was finished he pulled me to a standing position and started removing my clothing. He led me to the bathroom, lifting me onto the counter, sliding my ass to the edge as I braced myself.
On the counter were the razor and shaving cream. With the agony my pussy was already in, this was going to be difficult. When he shaves my pussy I always struggle to keep from cumming. All the playing with my pussy gets me worked up.
He slathered my throbbing lips with shaving cream, meticulously using the razor to clean every hair from my pussy and ass. By the time he was done, my entire body throbbed with desire and anticipation. He gave my clit one slow lick before I got down. I couldn’t wait to get to wherever we were going, but I knew he would be slow, making me wait.
We returned to the bedroom for me to get dressed. I never know what the outfit is going to be. It can be anything from barely there to school marm, covered to my ankles with my hair pulled into a tight bun. Each part of the unknown fuels my excitement.
I already had a clue since he told me I was going to be a slut tonight. This probably meant barely there, or leather, or something along those lines. These were actually my favorite outfits, but I didn’t tell him that. I saw his cock harden whenever he dressed me in one of these outfits. Tonight was no exception. When he opened the box and revealed the outfit, he pulled my hand to his cock, which had hardened again. Another thing I never know during our adventures is if he will be part of them. Sometimes he does nothing but watch. Other times he is actively fucking me. I hoped tonight it would be the latter since his cock was hardening quickly. Nights like this usually meant I’d be in for a good, hard cock pounding.
The first item he pulled out was a lace garter belt. He held it out for me to step into. As he slid it up and over my hips, I quivered. His hands were hot on my skin. Next came the stockings that were attached to the garters. He ever so slowly slid them up my legs, his palms firm on my legs so I could feel the heat of his hands. His fingers grazed near my clit, but never touched it. I wanted to feel his fingers so badly.
Tonight there were no panties. My pussy juice would be dripping down my legs. Next he pulled out a black mini skirt. As with the garter belt, I stepped into it with his hands running up my legs. It fell just a couple of inches below my ass. I do yoga to keep my body in decent shape and it has done wonders on my ass. I have a nice jiggle to it when I get fucked, but it looks firm and has a traditional heart shape. The skirt showed it off well. My last piece of clothing was a bustier that laced up the front. It didn’t cover much of my tits. It came up just over my nipples. My tits jiggled as I walked. They aren’t huge, but they are a mouthful and my nipples are very sensitive. I can cum just from having them played with.
I wore no jewelry except my wedding ring. My hair was down, just past my shoulders. My lips were a vibrant red and very glossy. My eyes were played up, but I doubted any man would notice them tonight. The final adornment was my shoes. Black 4″ heels. They had a pattern that came to mid calf that criss crossed and tied; another part of my submission.
He did something he had never done before after he finished dressing me. He reached for a small container that contained a green gel. He pushed up my skirt and spread the gel across my clit. It tingled on contact and it wasn’t from his touch. There was something in the gel that made me tingle. Every time I moved it tingled more. This was going to be the most excruciating pleasure.
He didn’t say another word. He just took my hand, leading me to the car. We got in and drove in quiet for about 45 minutes. I had to keep as still as possible or the gel on my pussy would start me tingling all over again. We stopped at an area and a bar I was not familiar with. We could hear some loud bass thumping as we got to the door. He opened the door for me, letting me go in first. There was definite anticipation mixed with apprehension. I didn’t know what was on the other side of the door.
When I walked in, it didn’t take long before heads were turning. My pale white skin stood out in this bar. There were a few other white couples in the bar, but it was mostly black and Hispanic. I was most certainly in the minority here. As I walked, the gel made my clit tingle. Each step brought most wetness in my pussy and incredible sensations.
We didn’t stop for a drink as we usually do. Instead we walked up to another couple and Alex asked them if they would like to dance with me. He then told them I liked both men and women and loved to be felt up as I danced. Soon the three of us were on the dance floor while he bought our drinks.
Dancing was exquisite and torturous at the same time. The gel on my clit was still very active and every move I made sent jolts straight to my pussy. I was also wedged between the couple, with the man behind me, grinding his cock into my ass, and the woman running her hands over my tits. My husband simply stood at the bar, watching. The man behind me started running his hands up my legs and under my skirt. When he could tell that there were no panties under my skirt, he went to slide it up. I started to tug it down.
Alex shouted, “Leave your skirt up. Show off that fine pussy and ass! Unless anyone minds that is.”
It started slowly, then I heard chants of “Pussy and ass, pussy and ass, pussy and ass…” It continued until I pulled skirt up around my waist, showing off the garters and stockings. When I did, a round of applause went around the bar.
My husband left the bar and joined me. He told me he wanted me to properly thank the couple for dancing with me. I didn’t understand what he meant until he placed each of my hands on their crotches. He asked the couple if they would like me to stroke them. The woman of the couple said she’d prefer if we both gave her husband a blowjob if we were agreeable to that. My pussy dripped as we waited for the response.
“Sure. My wife is happy to suck cock. Would you like privacy or an audience?” He asked.
“Oh, I don’t mind an audience,” she responded.
Things were moving quickly and my pussy was damn hot and wanting relief. We were on the edge of the dance floor as we pulled the husband’s pants down. A nice thick cock sprang to attention. It was dark but not black. Pre cum was already dripping from the head. I didn’t wait, lowering my mouth, taking as much in as I could. Lowering to my knees, I began to swallow his cock, or as much of it as I could. I struggled to get his length into my mouth without gagging.
“Let me show you how to deep throat,” his wife said. She proceeded to swallow his whole damn cock in one swift move. I watched in awe as she easily manipulated his meat down her throat, quickly and his full length each time.
“Now you try,” the wife told me.
I tried again, still not able to take everything. I cupped his balls in my hand, giving them a gentle tug. He took this as a sign to shove his cock farther down my throat. I gagged as he did. His wife grabbed my head, sliding it up and down his cock, pushing me further and further with each stroke. When his balls slapped my face, I realized I had his entire cock in my throat. His wife continued using my head and mouth to fuck her husband. Alex simply stood behind me stroking my ass.
“Suck his big hard cock,” the wife told me repeatedly. “You look like you like having a cock in your mouth.”
This man had stamina. He continued pounding in and out of my mouth. His wife joined me, cupping and sucking his balls, licking the base of his cock when he pulled out of my mouth. My mouth hit her tongue as I stroked back down on him. Each time we touched I felt the fire in my pussy.
I heard the wife say, “I think he’s going to cum. I want some too.”
She pulled me off his cock so we could both suck and lick him when he came. I pumped the base of his thick cock while we licked away. As we continued, we were rewarded with a face full of cum. We licked and sucked until he was dry. I happily lapped the cum from his wife’s face, licking her mouth, taking her tongue deep into mine.
I almost screamed when my husband’s hand found my clit. I had been dripping for so long, and tasting cum on another woman only made my own need to cum stronger. His mere touch nearly sent me over the edge. He pulled me back and whispered in my ear, “You’ve been such a good girl, I’ll find you someone to lick your pussy.”
“Oh, yes, please,” I moaned, knowing it wouldn’t take me long to cum once I had a tongue on my now tender pussy.
He took me to the dance floor, with my skirt still at my waist as he stroked my ass. I didn’t know who in particular he was looking for, but he worked our way through the crowd, my pussy waiting in anticipation. Several people reached out to grab my ass, or run a hand over my pussy or tits as we made our way through the crowd. Finally he stopped. In front of me was a very good looking black man. He was tall and slim and medium toned skin. He looked like he worked out.
“Would you like to eat my wife’s pussy?” he asked the man.
“Hell yeah,” the man responded.
“Follow us,” my husband said.
He found us a table that came to about mid thigh on the men and put me on my back across it. It wasn’t a back room, but it was more remote than the dance floor. You could still easily see us from the bar and the dance floor. As you’ve figured out, I have no problem with having people watch me have sex. Knowing that people are watching me and that there are men who would fuck me given the chance, makes it far more exciting to me. I’m also quite vocal when I fuck, so being discreet isn’t really an option anyway.
My husband looked at the man, saying, “She’s all yours.”
The man knelt in front of me, eagerly lapping at my pussy. My husband dropped his pants, pulled my head back and stuck his cock in my mouth.
I had my first orgasm in minutes. It had been a long time coming. My screams were muffled around my husband’s cock, but I knew people had heard me and were watching us.
“You’re attracting quite a bit of attention,” my husband said. “You’ve got plenty of people watching you suck my cock while you get sucked. You like that, don’t you. You like having people watching you fucking.”
I could only groan in response. My mouth was full.
The man licking my pussy did not let up after I came. His tongue probed everywhere, including sliding back to my ass.
My husband told him, “Oh, she has a tight ass. See if you can get it loosened up for her.”
The man slid three fingers into my pussy, fucking me furiously, getting my pussy nice and wet while he continued to eat me. Being a slut was exactly what I wanted tonight. I felt another orgasm building. The finger fucking came faster and harder until I burst. My cum flowed down the man’s fingers, which he spread on my ass. He wasted no time in sliding a finger in and pumping away.
“Yeah, loosen her ass up. She’s going to need it,” my husband stated.
Damn. What else was going to happen tonight, I wondered. I didn’t have time to think much, because the man slid a second finger into my ass, while tonguing my clit. My husband continued to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. The sensations flowing across my body were pure bliss.
When the man pushed three, then four fingers into my ass, I pulled my mouth off my husband’s cock and screamed as yet another orgasm hit me.
“Oh, yeah, fuck my tight ass,” I screamed. “Eat my wet pussy,” I begged him. He continued until the orgasm subsided.
“Oh, that ass is nice and wide now,” the man said as he licked around my hole.
“You can fuck her if you want until I get back,” my husband stated.
The man wasted no time in sliding into my pussy. He slid in easily since I was damn wet. I had been denied an orgasm for hours, then given three inside of an hour. I’m sure I reeked of sex.
The man fucking me undid the ties on my bustier, freeing my tits. He pinched and pulled them while he slammed his cock into my wet pussy. My tits are sensitive to begin with, but the sexual frustration and the excitement of the crowd gathering around us heightened my sensations. This man was using my body like his own fuck doll and I loved every minute of it. My body felt jolts of electricity going to my clit and tits each time he slammed his cock into me.
He was pounding away when Alex returned with another man. I struggled to focus as my pussy clenched around the cock fucking it. This man was built big. Everything about him was big. He had broad shoulders, was easily over six feet, large hands, a square jaw, and a huge cock inching closer to my mouth. He was easily 10 inches long and as big around as my wrist. His skin was black as coal.
I simply screamed as I came, my pussy clenched hard and tight around the man’s cock, giving it one hell of a massage.
“Shoot that cum on her tits,” Alex told the man fucking me. He moved quickly, his cock exploding with thick cum, covering my chest. My tongue stuck out, hoping to catch some that I could taste.
“Give her your cock to clean off. We don’t want you to have to leave with a messy dick,” Alex told the first man.
He eagerly filled my mouth with his still hard cock. I sucked him dry, cleaning his cum and my pussy juice from him. I love the taste of my pussy on a cock and welcome any chance to suck it off. When the man left, he gave me a good slap on my ass, telling me what a good fuck I’d been.
The new man had taken my hand, wrapping it around his monster cock. My fingers barely fit around him. I groaned with anticipation. His black hands massaged my creamy white tits. He replaced one hand with his mouth, nibbling and sucking on my hard nub. I squirmed all over the table.
Alex bent down to tell me, “This night is far from over. Shortly you will have your pussy and ass stuffed full of cock.”
“Oh yes, give me more,” I cried.
Alex took his place at my pussy. His thumb rubbed my clit as his cock slid into my pussy. His quick manipulation of my clit, along with the sight of my white hand around this big black cock had me cumming quickly. It was going to feel damn good when he filled my pussy with it.
As Alex continued pumping my cunt, the man gave me his cock to taste. Any woman that could take him into her mouth had my admiration. My mouth was stretched just to take in the width, not to mention the length. He was gentle as I worked to swallow as much as I could.
“You look beautiful with that big black cock in your mouth,” Alex told me. “And you have quite an audience.”
I attempted to turn my head, which was difficult with my mouth stuffed, but what I could see showed me that we were surrounded with watchers. Some of the crowd was issuing instructions to the two men.
“Fuck that pussy hard.”
“Shove that cock down her throat.”
“Grab those tits and work them.”
“Flip her over and give her a good fuck.”
The last comment registered somewhere. Alex maneuvered me so that I was on my hands and knees on the table. It was a bit of a relief since it made it slightly easier to suck the cock in front of me.
Each time Alex slid his cock into me, my mouth pushed forward onto the man’s cock. I wanted it in my pussy so badly, but Alex decided what happened. If I asked to have the man fuck me, he would make me wait longer, and I didn’t want to wait.
I felt something cold and wet on my ass. I realized that Alex was spreading lube across my asshole. He wasted no time in plunging his fingers deep into my hole. It wasn’t long before I felt the head of his cock pressing against my ass. It wasn’t the first time I had his, or any, cock in my ass.
A loud groan escaped my mouth as he plunged his full length into my ass in one swift move.
What came next came as a complete surprise to me, but was the fulfillment of a fantasy.
Alex pulled me off the cock in my mouth, straightening me so my back was against his chest. He held me up by my tits.
“It’s time,” Alex said to the other man.
What did that mean?
I found out when the man closed in on us, sliding his cock into my pussy.
A primal groan came from my throat as the monster cock slid into my pussy, stretching it wide. It was a good thing I was so wet or he probably would have ripped me open. As he slid further and further in, the pleasure began to come. Alex slowly slid in and out of my ass, as the man pushed further and further into my pussy. I had never been so stuffed.
It took a few minutes before the men were able to establish a rhythm, thrusting into my holes at the same pace. They were hitting spots of pleasure I never knew existed. I could no longer contain my pleasure.
Warning: this story contains mild pee play.
“Wow, you guys didn’t waste any time, did you?”
Hannah seemed a bit buzzed when she walked through the front door. Seeing Julia and I cuddled together on the couch under a blanket, she correctly assumed what had happened between us. Namely, that we had fucked. That must have been hours ago, since the sun was beginning to come up now.
Groggily, since we had both been asleep, I rubbed my eyes and slowly came to. It took me a moment to remember what had happened, but feeling my younger sister’s warm body beneath me was all it took. Only a few hours ago, I had fucked this gorgeous little beauty’s ass. The couch was a dried sticky mess between us where my cum had leaked out of her and pooled. We would have to clean that up before Mom and Dad got home at the end of the week.
Hannah stumbled inside and closed the door behind her. She was wearing a cocktail dress, and I could hear a car pulling out of the driveway. Thankfully she hadn’t driven herself, since apparently she had gone drinking with some friends.
“How was your night?” Julia asked, maybe trying to deflect the conversation from what we had done.
“Not as good as yours, I take it.” Hannah sat on the couch next to us, and noticed the large stain between us. She just smiled. “Damn, I missed all the fun.”
Julia stretched and kicked the blanket off of her. She glanced back at me and winked.
“We didn’t do anything, really,” she said, stretching the truth almost to the point of tearing it.
I just smiled. Hannah wasn’t buying it, but since I had actually been inside her pussy briefly not that long ago, she obviously couldn’t scold us.
“So he took your virginity?” she said, looking seriously at Julia.
Julia stood from the couch and casually rubbed at her pussy. “Nope, she’s still untouched.”
Hannah raised an eyebrow. “But…you were both…”
I just shrugged, and my smile wouldn’t go away no matter how hard I tried.
She nodded. “Oh, I see. You took her ass cherry then. Good job, I’m jealous.”
My morning wood was at full stiffness, and I wasn’t doing anything to hide that fact. Hannah stared openly at it, still a bit hazy from her partying. She sloppily reached over and grabbed it, and even though I was surprised, I didn’t budge.
“You need to wash this thing off then,” she said, tugging on it in mock masturbation. “How about a dip in the pool?”
I almost laughed at how obvious she was being, but then I realized that she probably wanted to fuck me. In fact, now that I had messed around with both my sisters, and we had the house to ourselves, they no doubt both would expect some sexual interaction with me. If I didn’t need to pee so bad, I might have made a move on her right then. But she was right. It had all started with the pool. We should keep that going.
“Ok, meet you out there after I pee,” I said.
She nodded, and stumbled her way through the kitchen to the back patio, leaving a trail of her clothes behind. She walked outside naked and waited on the ledge.
I glanced at Julia, getting a nice look at her naked body, and she seemed to enjoy letting me.
“I have to pee too, want to join me?” she asked, then turned without waiting for a response.
We both went to the bathroom and she sat on the toilet. She held it until I was there too, and she lifted herself off the seat a bit so I could watch.
“Try to do it with me,” she said, showing a kinky side to her I never imagined existed.
“I don’t know if I can, I’m too hard.”
She could see that, and the look of lust in her eyes told me how aroused she was. This was going to be the best day of my life, I could tell.
“I don’t wanna gross you out or anything,” she said, standing up and moving off the toilet. “I’m not into sick stuff or anything, but I’ve always had this weird urge to pee on a guy.”
I honestly didn’t know what to say to that. I wasn’t prepared for her to reveal something on that level. But it spoke to how open we were being with each other. I had opened a can of something by getting involved with her sexually.
She turned red. “It’s sick, huh?”
I shook my head. “No, no…I just can’t believe you said that. I don’t know what to say.”
“I know it’s gross.” She stepped into the shower. “You don’t have to do it. But we could just do it in here and then shower right after. I can have the shower running while we do it if you want.”
I watched my hot sister, trying to hold her bladder while I decided what to do, and seeing her in this completely open, sexual state really had my balls raging. I would do anything she wanted at this point, if it meant I could cum all over her sexy body at some point.
“Ok, I’ll do it.”
She seemed giddy, and she turned on the shower. I got in the stall with her, and we both just stood there in front of each other. Seeing each other naked was one thing, but relieving ourselves in front of each other, much less onto each other, was a completely different story.
“Ready?” she said, spreading her pussy lips with her fingers and tilting her pelvis up as far as she could.
“Where do I aim?” I asked.
Julia smiled devilishly. “Anywhere you want.”
I couldn’t hold it anymore, and neither could she, so when trickles of pee began to fall under her I also let loose. It didn’t take long for both of us to be at full stream.
I wasn’t the type to do anything humiliating or disgusting, so I had to hold my erection down a bit to keep from hitting her near her face. She, on the other hand, had to do the opposite so she could hit anything higher than the floor. My pee stream arched upwards and began splattering on her legs, and I kept raising it until I was splashing her stomach and tits with my pee.
She seemed delighted, and in return she arched her own stream higher so that it began splashing onto my arm and the hand that was holding my penis. Feeling her warmth touch my groin and splatter all over my crotch was surprisingly arousing. It was definitely the naughtiest thing I had ever done with a girl. And probably the most extreme I cared to do.
We both kept it up for a good minute, and the shower was washing it all off immediately after. By the time we were finished, we just stood there under the shower staring at each other. Julia was panting with arousal, and looked possessed. She lunged at me and started kissing me hard.
I pawed all over her body, and after a few minutes we broke it off. She grabbed the soap and handed it to me. I began lathering up her body, especially her tits and her ass. She purposely massaged soap into my pubic hair and used the suds to get my penis nice and frothy.
“Hot dog me,” she ordered, and spun around.
I obeyed her, and pressed my firm length between her buttocks. I slid myself up and down, fucking her ass cleavage. She seemed to enjoy it, and I thought about sticking back in her ass. But the soap would sting, so I refrained. Besides, I would be getting into that ass plenty from now on.
“We better go outside now,” I said, remembering Hannah waiting for us.
Julia didn’t let me go that easily. “I feel like I’m on fire! I’m a virgin, but I have had stuff up my pussy before. I want your dick in me, now!”
She leaned back against the shower wall, and I cautiously moved closer. She grabbed my dick and aimed it at her entrance. I moved slowly, but sure enough there was no resistance to my penetration. She groaned so sexily as I buried myself, and when I was all the way in, she hugged me tightly. Not just in a sexual way, but more in appreciation.
“Thank you,” she said, her face buried in my chest.
I had to hold myself back from fucking her in two, but I kept still and silent while she enjoyed the moment. It was nice, I had to admit. But I was aching to cum.
“Hannah will want some,” Julia said, looking up at me. “You’ve given me your load already, she needs it now.”
I nodded, and we slowly withdrew from each other. Her pussy clenched tightly onto me, not wanting to let my dick go. We both composed ourselves and went dripping wet through the house out to the pool.
Hannah was wading her legs in the water, patiently waiting for us. She smiled when she saw us.
“Hey, you got wet already,” she protested. “Not fair.”
Julia leaned down to her sister as she passed by her to get into the water. “You get him first.”
Hannah beamed, and as I approached, she still seemed buzzed. I felt like maybe I shouldn’t take advantage of her in this state, but she had wanted this already. There was no question.
“Wanna wrestle?” I asked, mirroring our initial encounter in the pool.
Julia floated on her back away from us, giving us space. She was being really cool about this. I would have to make her feel really special later.
“Of course,” Hannah said, and splashed her way into the water.
I dove in after her, and pretended to chase her. She squealed and led me on, all the while with Julia pretending to be oblivious. Our bodies touched and I felt that initial excitement of our forbidden encounter, and couldn’t wait to get inside of her.
“Shall I tackle you?” Hannah asked, strangely as if she needed my permission.
I leaned back against the ledge of the pool and let her approach me. She swam slowly over to me, and from the look in her eyes I could tell this wasn’t going to be a mock-violent movement. She carefully and methodically placed her body over mine and reached down for my penis. With no hesitation, she placed it at the entrance to her vagina and settled down onto me.
I groaned as I felt the second pussy this morning to accept my manhood. Hannah was thoroughly enjoying this, and her body movements and expressions weren’t toned down at all considering our sister could be watching. Julia was aimlessly floating on her back still, pretending not to see us. Honestly, I thought it would be sexy if she was.
“Fuck me,” I said.
Hannah began to move her hips, and we got a good motion going under the water. She began whimpering as I split her open, and her pussy was nice and tight around my cock. She was so wet, she must have been aroused for quite a while before we started.
As we began to speed things up and both of us were approaching climax, I felt Julia swim over to us. I glanced over at her in the midst of my approaching orgasm, and she smiled dreamily.
“Kiss me while you fill her up,” she said softly, and leaned in close to my face.
Hannah watched as I thrust sharply up into her, and I greedily sucked at Julia’s face. When she felt my explosion inside of her, she cried out and grabbed Julia’s shoulder while she came intensely. The three of us stayed like that for a good minute, Hannah and I cumming hard into each other and Julia and I kissing passionately. It felt so good to be experiencing both of them at the same time like that.
“Mmm, that was delightful,” Julia said, her eyes still closed.
Hannah drew in a deep breath. “That was pretty good.”
“I want more,” I said, still hard and buried in her.
Hannah smiled, and obediently she moved off of me so that Julia could take her place. She did, and I slipped easily into her soft opening as she propped herself up. I pawed at her tits and began to thrust up into her.
“Save some for my ass,” Hannah said, and then floated away blissfully while we went at it.
Julia and I were grunting as we smashed our bodies into each other, trying to outdo each other with the power we exerted. She was a wildcat, which really surprised me. I had always thought Hannah would be the one to do something kinky, but Julia had always been to proper and conservative. I guess that was out the window now.
“Do you want me to fuck Hannah in the ass…like I did with you?” I said between thrusts.
Julia looked savagely into my eyes as she dropped her hips down onto mine over and over. “I want you to fuck her ass, while I lick yours.”
I smiled, finding her new kinky nature amusing. What would she think of next?
We fucked for a good fifteen minutes, with Hannah swimming casually around us and finally settling herself on the ledge of the pool to masturbate her cum-filled pussy while she watched us. Julia had been climaxing wildly since about five minutes in, and was exhausting herself. I could tell she was getting tired.
“Maybe you should stroke off onto our faces,” Hannah suggested.
Julia smiled and nodded, and quickly hopped off of me to join her sister on the ledge. I got out of the pool and stood over them, beating my meat as they sat neatly alert watching. I wasn’t embarrassed at all to let them see me do this, in fact I felt proud that they both wanted me. I could feel the cum rising, but I wanted to postpone this as long as possible.
“You two should kiss,” I said, hoping they would go for it.
They instantly complied, as if they had wanted to and were waiting for my signal. When they began frenching deeply, I realized I couldn’t hold out like I wanted, and would soon explode again.
“Open you mouths!” I said, and bent forward to cum on them.
They both faced me with their mouths open, looking right up at my face. It was just like a porn movie, except so much sexier since these were my sisters! I groaned and began shooting off over them. I splashed thick cum across their faces, tagging their cheeks and splattering white across their tongues. I came so much I nearly fell over, it was so intense.
“Yes! Fucking yes!” Julia said, rubbing her pussy while Hannah eagerly leaned forward to suck on my dripping penis.
I watched her lick the cum off the tip, while Julia rubbed out a quick but sharp orgasm, and felt like things couldn’t get any sexier.
“How soon can you fuck us again?” Hannah asked, her cum-covered face glistening beautifully as she smiled up at me.
My cock twitched against her lips, and I sighed contentedly. “Maybe if you both lez out for me, I can do it quicker.”
Hannah winked at me, and then began licking the cum from Julia’s face. I watched my sisters clean each others’ faces, and then they began kissing again. This was going to be a great day!
Chapter 02: New Reality Revelations
RECAP: I highly recommend you read the beginning of this series Training Teacher: The Seduction to find out how Julia became the submissive of one of her student’s parents. Part 2 takes places the very next morning, when she wakes up…still at her new Mistress’s home…at the foot of the bed.
Dedication: This story is dedicated to the adorable, sweet, sexy Julia.
Credit: A special thanks go to Steve B for his suggestions and Estragon for his copy edit.
CHAPTER 2: NEW REALITY REVELATIONS
I woke up in the morning from an amazingly surreal dream. A dream so vividly real I felt it had really happened. A dream that awoke in me a side I didn’t know existed. A dream where my greatest pain in the ass parent, someone I truly loathed, seduced me and turned me into her personal lesbian sub. It seemed so real, I could almost taste her on my lips.
I opened my eyes.
I sat up.
I was not in my bed.
I was at the foot of Constance’s bed, the parent that just yesterday was my biggest problem.
In one startling moment of clarity, I came to the frank realization that it was not a dream, but a harsh disturbing reality.
The events of the previous evening came flooding back to me. The aggressive seduction, her powerful orders, my need to obey and the earth shattering orgasms that followed. I closed my eyes and replayed last night in my head. Sure she had seduced me and sure she was incredibly aggressive and domineering, but I submitted to her willingly. I was not forced. I could have said no. But, the overwhelming feeling of freedom when I allowed Constance to make my decisions for me was liberating. The pressure, the stress, the loneliness of being a single mother, all vanished when I brainlessly followed the orders of the powerful Constance.
Part of me was mortified as I realized my current predicament, while another part of me was excited as I nervously waited for Constance to wake up. I desperately attempted to suppress the burning desire flaming in my loins as I tried to figure out how I was going to: one- deal with Constance; two- get home and dressed for work; three- get to work and explain why my vehicle was still at school; and four, most importantly, resist the growing temptation to submit to Constance again.
As I pretended to be asleep, my inner turmoil like a cresting wave coming crashing into the beach, I felt the bed move. I lay still like a statue. Anticipation resonated through my pores.
I was suddenly startled when I felt the bed shake briefly as someone seemed to get in. I was freaking out, realizing someone must have seen me in all my degrading servitude. I slyly attempted to peek and see who had joined us: who knew of my sexual debauchery? Sadly, I was right; someone was in bed with us. Unfortunately, all I could see from my awkward position was black heels and a woman’s ankle in black pantyhose.
My nervous curiosity didn’t last long. I heard the polite voice of Maeko Chung, Constance’s Japanese born, Chinese raised, maid and the mother of my best grade four student: “Good morning, Mistress.”
I felt some shuffling on the bed and Constance groggily respond, “Good morning, Maeko.” A lengthy silence followed before I began hearing soft moans and realized what Maeko was doing. I was shocked at the thought of the sweet, shy woman, doing what she was apparently doing. Yet my pussy was betraying me again, getting tingly while I quietly listened, like a voyeur, to the lesbian scene going on right beside me like I wasn’t there.
I briefly reminisced about the first time I was a silent bystander to a sexual performance. It was the summer after I graduated high school, and I was on a girls’-only camping trip. I was sharing a tent with Sierra, one of my three closest friends. We had partied pretty hard with a bunch of college boys and I, quite drunk and worried I might do something I would regret, called it a night. An hour later, I was woken up by a male voice. “What about your friend?”
“Don’t worry about Hannah, she is passed out. An earthquake wouldn’t wake her. Now let me take a look at what you got for me.”
Still being half asleep, I didn’t instantly realize what was happening a foot away. But the realization was made abundantly clear when the male voice mumbled, “That’s it baby, suck my cock.”
The loud slurping sound confirmed Sierra’s exhibitionist extra-curricular activity. A couple of minutes later, I felt a leg bump mine, some shuffling into Sierra’s sleeping bag, followed soon after by Sierra’s unmistakable high-pitched voice. “Yes harder, fuck me harder. Fuck me like a slut.”
I listened stunned, not remotely able to believe Sierra, the vigilant feminist of our close knit group, calling herself a slut or having some summer fling. It was her idea to make it a girls’-only trip, so the irony was obvious.
Still drunk myself, I unconsciously found myself touching myself. As the fucking continued inches away from me, I got wetter and wetter.
The guy taking Sierra’s own name-calling as an invitation to treat her like a slut began to verbally assault my good friend. “That’s it you fucking slut, take my big dick. Beg for me to fuck your tight cunt.”
I cringed at the word cunt. Sierra, being the extreme feminist she was, despised the derogatory term and ripped apart anyone, boy or girl alike, who had the audacity to say it in her presence. I waited for Sierra’s usual lambasting and feminist rant, but instead heard her say the word I never, in a million years, thought would ever be uttered from her lips, particularly used in the way she used it. “Yes, fuck my cunt. Pound me. Fill my cunt with that big hard cock of yours.”
I let out a little gasp of shock from hearing her use the forbidden ‘C’ word. My hand, having a mind of its own, began rubbing my clit faster and with more pressure. The verbal degradation of one of my best friends should have angered me, but instead only increased my desire to come.
I listened to the naughty act of sin like a perverted boy watching his first porn. Each time the guy called Sierra a cunt, slut, or whore, I put more pressure on my own cunt, imagining I was the slut whose cunt he was ravishing.
As Sierra screamed, “Yes, yes, yes, I’m coming,” I simultaneously had the most intense orgasm of my young life so far. I muffled my pleasure, terrified of being caught in such an intimate act; terrified that they might catch on to the fact that I had masturbated to their fucking. Suddenly mortified by my actions, I quickly moved my hand away from my liberated vagina and tried to make sense of what just happened.
I was brought back to my present reality when I heard Constance scream, “Yes Maeko, get Mommy off, yes, yes, yesssssss.”
Another silence lingered as I nervously waited for the inevitable.
“Maeko, excellent as always.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“Maeko, could you please wake up my guest with your special wake up call?”
“As you wish, Mistress.”
I held my breath, exciting trepidation overwhelming me. I felt hands pull the thin blanket off me. Warm hands opened my legs apart. I felt Maeko move between my legs. “Good morning, Ms. Hawkins.”
I opened my eyes, feigning surprise, but my very wet pussy gave away any pretence of innocence. “Good morning, Mrs. Chung.”
“Ahhh, my pet is awake. How are you this morning?”
“Goooood,” I moaned, Maeko’s tongue making contact just as I attempted to answer.
“Goooood,” Constance replicated mockingly, her condescending tone returning. Maeko licked my pussy with quick sharp licks, the teasing sensation driving me nuts. I wanted to shove her head into my cunt, to use her tongue as a small cock to fuck me.
Constance, recognizing my deliriously horny state from the teasing, said, “She’s fucking amazing isn’t she? I don’t know how she does it, but those teasing slaps she does with her tongue are one of a kind. Are you close to orgasm, my pet?”
Finding it hard to concentrate on Constance’s words, I mumbled through heavy breathing, “So close, Mistress.”
“Just tell the slut what you want. She always obeys completely. She was born to please.”
Desperate to come, I, out of character, ordered, “Finger me Maeko. Fuck my cunt.”
Obeying in record speed, she slipped not one, but two of her thin fingers inside my oasis of juice. As her fingers slid in and out of my pussy, Maeko took my clit into her mouth and sucked on it as she somehow simultaneously used her tongue to lick my clit. The dual pleasure was too much and I bellowed loud enough to wake the dead, “Oh my fucking God, fuck me, fuck me, yesssssssss.”
My body quaked and quaked, a seemingly never-ending flow of convulsions. Maeko quit fingering me and let go of my clit, but continued pleasing me gently by licking the juice from my pussy lips. My pussy lips, tender from the excessive attention of the last twelve hours, began to feel numb. I pushed Maeko away. “No more.”
It was like I had slapped her in the face. “I’m sorry if I didn’t please you, Ms. Hawkins.”
“Oh my God, no Maeko. You pleased me completely. So much in fact, my vagina is a bit tender now.”
“It’s called a cunt, my pet. Little children have vaginas,” Mistress Constance corrected.
“Sorry, Mistress. My cunt is sore from all the attention. It was been relatively neglected for quite some time, so all this sudden attention is a bit overwhelming.”
“Well, that won’t be a concern anymore,” Mistress guaranteed. She got off the bed and grabbed a robe. “Maeko will take you to the guest shower.”
“Thank you,” I absurdly replied. Constance ignored my words as she disappeared into her private washroom.
Maeko handed me a robe and I silently followed her to another bathroom. She offered, with a subservient smile, “If there is anything you need Ms. Hawkins, please ask.”
My face still flushed, I responded, “Thank you, I think I should be ok.”
Maeko walked away and I went into the washroom and turned on the shower. As the hot water washed away my sin, I realized I still had no solution to my problems. I bounced around different scenarios, but none seemed to get me back to normality. As I lathered my body, I thought back to how just yesterday afternoon I spent twenty minutes with Mrs. Chung, discussing her daughter’s unbelievable academic success. There was not even the slightest inkling of what was to happen. I was eternally grateful that I would not have another interview with her or Constance this year. I finished my shower and grabbed the robe just as there was a knock on the door.
I opened the door and Maeko handed me my bra and a blue dress. The dress was very cute and, thankfully, school-appropriate. I went to close the door, but Mrs. Chung stopped me. “I am supposed to help you with the dress and stockings, Ms. Hawkins.”
“Oh,” I responded, slightly dazed.
I put on my bra and my dress and stood shyly, odd after what she had just done to me, while she zipped my dress up for me. Once my dress was zipped, she asked me politely to sit on the toilet seat and proceeded to slowly put the thigh high stockings on my leg. The dark mocha colour really gave my legs a sexy look to them and my pussy began to tingle again as I felt Maeko’s gentle hands slide the silk up my legs. Her expert tongue so close to my cunt had me almost salivating as I relived in my head the pleasure she recently gave me. Once both stockings were on, Maeko stood up, “Is there anything else I can do for you Ms. Hawkins?”
Maeko’s face flushed, “Mistress doesn’t like any of her pets to wear underwear.”
“Oh,” I replied, slightly stunned by this newest piece of information.
She went to the door. “Follow me to the kitchen.”
I reached for her hand, dying to know the answer, “How did you become her, um, her….”
Maeko smiled genuinely at me as she finished my question. “How did I end up a full-service maid?”
“Yes, please tell me,” I exclaimed, thankful she understood my blabbering question and curious to know how Constance seduced her.
She retold the story, not once making eye contact with me. Her tone was not one of shame, but rather shyness. “I applied for the job as her maid two years ago. Mistress recognized me from some school function and the fact we had children in the same grade. She explained that she was a very demanding boss and expected perfection and total obedience from her help. I explained I was born in Japan, but grew up in China and lived in a home with a very domineering father and a mother with very high expectations. This seemed to please her and I was hired. For two months there was nothing obviously unique about the job; I even saw the Master of the house a few times. In retrospect, there were many small subtle things, but nothing that gave me any reason to be prepared for what would eventually be expected of me. For example, she often touched me gently whenever she spoke to me, she often complimented me on my appearance and she continually made alterations to my work outfit. What started as a simple maid outfit slowly changed into something much more provocative. The skirt got shorter and the blouse a little tighter. One day she informed me she expected her servants to always wear three-inch pumps. Although incredibly inconvenient for my job, I, of course, obeyed. Then two weeks ago I found a gift bag for me. In it were a dozen pairs of silk thigh high stockings with a note explaining she expected her servants to dress in classy stockings and not no-name pantyhose. I had never worn stockings before, nor did I even know such undergarments existed. It was clear she liked to demonstrate her power and our different social status. But once I put them on, I was surprised how sexual I felt and how good the silk felt on my legs.
Then the final deciding moment occurred. I came to work at my usual 6:30 time and found a note on the kitchen table to please come upstairs the moment I arrived. I followed the instruction and walked in on Mistress naked with a woman between her legs. I was stunned. I had never seen two women together. Mistress ordered me to the bed and once I reached her she explained that she was considering a major change in my duties. She explained that she wanted me to be a full-service maid. I didn’t respond, unclear of her intent. Mistress made it crystal clear as she ordered me to get on the bed and replace the girl who was currently serving her. I stood mystified by the request. She repeated her order, her tone domineering and clearly daring me to disobey. Without a word, I moved onto the bed and a very pretty woman, who I would later learn was the Mayor’s wife moved from between Mistress’s legs. I moved between them and waited further instructions. Mistress explained that while most people liked to wake up with an alarm and coffee, she liked to be woken up by having her cunt licked. She further explained that if I was to stay on as her maid, her full service maid, this would be one of my duties. She also added that the full service maid comes with many perks including a substantial raise, a vehicle, and a clothing allowance. I would like to say I resisted, that I was forced into this role, but I, like you I am guessing, obeyed on my own free will. Oh sure she was dominant and very intimidating, but I accepted my role all on my own. I leaned in and licked her cunt. I had no idea what I was doing, having never done it before, nor had I ever had it done to me before either, my husband seeing it as something only sluts did. I licked and nibbled until she began moaning and telling me not to stop. Once she orgasmed on my face, I felt a strange tingle flow throughout my body. I felt a thrill having pleased her in such a way. I also felt a strange feeling of power in being able to bring someone such joy. Mistress, once she recovered from her orgasm, asked if I accepted my new terms. I shook my head in acceptance and watched as a triumphant smile spread across her face. She went on to tell me that it was time to get my first bonus. She instructed the other woman to please me. I attempted to object; explaining I was married and had never had that done to me before. I was first scolded for questioning her and then comforted when she came to grips that I had never, ever, been pleasured by a tongue, even my husband’s. She explained she too was married and that Pamela Washington, the Mayor’s wife, was obviously also married. She went on to explain that no man can please a woman like another woman and it was time for me to learn the forbidden fruit of lesbian lust. Mistress instructed the stranger to show me exactly how good sex with a woman could be. The pretty woman aggressively flipped me onto my back and gave me pleasure I didn’t know was possible. I came in less than two minutes. That night I went online and read articles on how to please a woman. Over the next week I also watched online videos. I was determined to be excellent at it, like I strive to be excellent in everything else I do.”
“Wow,” was all I could muster. I hid the fact that her story of submission had made me horny yet again.
Oblivious to my horniness and awe, she suggested, “We better go. Mistress will be wondering. Patience is not one of her strong points.” For the first time in ten minutes, she allowed our eyes to meet. She let a smile break her usual mask of obedience.
I followed her to the kitchen and saw Mistress at a large table eating. I went to sit down at one of the seven empty chairs but was stopped. “Your spot is over here, my pet.”
She pointed beside her. Once I reached her, I again attempted to take a seat and was rebuffed a second time.
“No, no, no, my pet. Pets don’t eat at the table, they eat on the floor.”
My cheeks went red with humiliation. I glanced down and saw a plate with sausage, eggs and toast on the ground. A glass of orange juice and cutlery was beside it.
When I didn’t move, Constance asked, “Is there a problem, my pet?”
Mortified, insulted and enraged, I wanted to scream yes there is a fucking problem, a big fucking problem, but instead responded like a good pet, “No problem, Mistress.” I sat down on the hardwood floor.
“Good,” she purred. “I didn’t think I would have discipline issues with you.”
We ate in silence, shame burning through my entire being. Here I was a mother of one, a respected teacher in the community, being treated like a household pet. Would the humiliation ever end?
Once breakfast was done, Mistress Constance announced, “Well we better get you to work, my pet.”
I stood up and followed her outside to her vehicle. We drove in silence for a couple of minutes until Constance informed, “My pet, just so you know, anyone you see wearing the collar you have on is a sub of mine. Understand that as soon as they see you wearing the collar today, they will know you are mine too. Also, as the newest addition to my growing list of subs, you are on the bottom of the totem pole. In other words, you are to obey any command any other sub of mine requests, as long as it does not impact your family or job. Is that understood?”
I had no response. I did understand, but this was getting way out of control. I attempted to reason with her. “Mistress I do understand, but is there any way to keep this between you and me?”
“Are you ashamed to be my pet?”
I thought briefly about the question. I was ashamed, but not because I was her pet, but because I was so weak. I was ashamed that I enjoyed my submission so much and that even now in this non-threatening situation I was already looking forward to the next time. That said, I didn’t want the whole world, or anyone else for that matter, knowing what kind of sexual deviant I was. I tried to explain my feelings to her. “No, Mistress, I am not ashamed of you. I am ashamed by my weakness and afraid for others to know the truth.”
Her tone was sweet and caring, a surprising shift from her usual up front and blunt tone. “Oh, is that it? The only ones who will know have already submitted to me, my pet. They know exactly what you are feeling. They have been exactly where you are right now. They will actually help you come to grips with your new reality.”
“New reality,” I murmured.
She smiled, “Yes. Your life will never be the same. Everything you thought you knew about yourself has vanished and been replaced by a new reality. In this reality you need to accept your role as my submissive, my sub. A reality where you accept you have no control over certain parts of your life. The sooner you do, the easier your training from lonely divorcee to eager submissive will be. You were not a happy woman when I met you. You were lost and lonely and searching for that missing piece. You just didn’t know what that missing piece was. You were searching for something that only someone like me could give you. You needed me. It is obvious, you desperately need to be told what to do, more so than any of my other subs, quite frankly. Your personality is submissive. Accept it.”
I tried to process this lengthy assessment of my character. As much as I would like to deny such an extreme assessment of who I am, I couldn’t. Everything she said was true. As I was about to respond, we arrived in the staff parking lot. Anxiety washed over me as I worried who might see me get out of her car.
Seeing my nervousness she chuckled, “No one is going to see you leaving a person’s vehicle and know that you are a cunt-licking sub who needs to have a Mistress, my pet.”
Of course she was right, although her vivid language had me red again. The best way to hide the truth was to act normal.
Her hand went under my dress. “You are pretty wet, my pet.”
I blushed, knowing she was indeed right.
Her finger slipped easily in my cunt and she finger-fucked me slowly. Smiling, she teased, “Aren’t you the least bit curious who else has submitted to me?”
I moaned, “Yes, Mistress, I am both curious and scared.”
Her fingers left my cunt and she licked off my juices. “I have to admit, my pet, you are fucking delicious.”
I couldn’t believe how happy I felt hearing such an absurd compliment. “Thank you, Mistress.”
Breaking the brief moment of intimate sweetness, she abruptly asked me to leave. “Now get out of here, I have an appointment in twenty minutes.”
I obeyed, getting out of the vehicle. She drove away and I walked towards the school, no one else knowing of my inner turmoil or my sexual descent.
I kept my head down as best I could and made it to my classroom without seeing a colleague. I prepared for my day and jumped like a guilty criminal when Alice came into my room. I noticed she did not have a collar on her neck and gave a silent sigh of relief. She asked how my Pederson interview went and I replied not as I expected, which was the understatement of the millennium. We chatted briefly about trivial work crap and she left.
Until recess, the morning came and went without any drama. I was on supervision this week and could no longer avoid all the potential colleagues who may soon learn of my, what did Mistress call it, new reality.
I did supervision was again grateful that both other supervisors were men. I made it back to my class and led my students to the library for their weekly book reading. I had my students sit on the floor in the reader’s corner like I usually did and sat down at the back so I could watch all my students. They seldom misbehaved, but every once in a while….
I was chatting with one of my students when Mrs. Hamilton began to read. I didn’t look up right away. She greeted the class. “Good morning, grade fours.”
The class replied in attempted unison, “Good morning, Mrs. Hamilton.”
I still hadn’t really paid much attention, distracted by a couple of students who had not yet settled down. “Today’s story is about secrets.”
Her deliberate hinting tone startled me. I looked up to our late 40s librarian, and recognized the collar on her neck. I gazed into her eyes and she gave me an all too knowing smile. I quickly broke eye contact and began to hyper-ventilate. I attempted desperately to control my breathing while Mrs. Hamilton read the story.
I zoned out as she read, trying to wrap my head around the realization that our married, mother of six, librarian, was one of Constance Pederson’s subs. If Mary Hamilton, the jolly, outgoing, rather chubby British librarian was a sub, then anyone on our staff was a possibility. Every female staff member flashed in my head, each now a real possibility to be a lesbian submissive.
I was brought back to the present when Mary’s tone changed for certain words in the story. I began to listen as it became clear she was attempting to give me a message, tease me or test me; possibly all. As she continued to read the story, she continued to stress certain words like: obey, secret, bad, surprised, ecstatic and soon. I took the coded message as a clear indication that Mary was thrilled I had joined this exclusive secret club and that she planned to do something to me soon.
As soon as the story was done, I ordered my students back to class, hoping to get out of the library without having to have a conversation with Mary. Alas, Mary made sure that didn’t happen. She instructed our students to sit down as our librarian assistant read a second story to them.
Mary invited me to her office and I reluctantly and nervously followed. She closed the door and immediately spoke. “I can’t believe it was you. Mistress said she planned to add one more sub to her group from this school, but I never considered you as an option.”
Much to my surprise, I got defensive, feeling insulted that she didn’t think I was good enough for Constance. “And why wasn’t I an option?” I cattily asked.
The librarian smiled and laughed genuinely. “Oh don’t take it personally, Hannah. I just thought you were too strong to be broken by her. But I guess if she can have Betty crawling on the floor licking all the cum after an eight person gangbang, no one is impossible.”
“Eight person gangbang? Principal Pierce?” I mumbled in complete disbelief.
“Oh yes. Betty questioned Constance in front of a couple other subs and was punished by being gangbanged by the college football team. She wore a mask so the boys didn’t know who they were coming on and in. After all eight shot their loads, our dear Principal was ordered to clean the floor with her mouth.”
I didn’t say a word. If my mouth could drop to the floor like in those Roger Rabbit cartoons, mine would have. Finally I asked the question I was dreading, “How many others are there?”
“Here or total?”
“At this school you are number five; in our school division at least another five; if you add others in the community at least twenty-five or thirty.”
The numbers hit through me like a tornado touching the surface after spinning for days. “Twenty-five or thirty,” I muttered.
“Yep. But I am thrilled she chose you.”
“Yes, I have had a crush on you for a long time,”
“You have?” I questioned, in a haze of flattered confusion.
“Oh yes, but now is not the time to get into that conversation. You should get back to your students, but we are not done here, my dear.”
I nodded in acknowledgement and returned to the library. Once back in my class, I cursed that I didn’t ask who the other two were. I made it to lunch, barely, my nerves near the brink of a complete Lindsay Lohan type of collapse.
I went to the cafeteria to grab some lunch. I checked slyly for any other collars, now wanting to know. None of the cafeteria ladies were wearing the symbol of submission. I grabbed my lunch and returned to my room without any further incident. As I ate my lunch, I couldn’t decide what was more stressful: actually finding out who the other subs were or waiting to find out.
Just as I finished my lunch, I was paged to the office. I tossed my plate in the trash and headed to the office. I wasn’t overly worried about seeing a collar in the office. Our secretary was 55 and a sweet grandma who often baked cookies for the staff. Our Vice-principal was a male so he was safe. Lastly, although I now knew that Principal Pierce was a sub, she was always on supervision patrol at lunch, so it was very unlikely she would be in the office. That said, my nerves began to shake as I approached the office.
I reached the office and let out a gasp. Our sweet-as-cotton-candy secretary was wearing the same declaration of obedience I was. I couldn’t even begin to fathom a situation where she would submit sexually to Mrs. Peterson could transpire. It was completely unfathomable. She greeted, in her usual sweet voice, “I heard you had joined our group.”
“You?” I asked, unbelievably.
She shrugged, “I really had no choice. None of us do.”
Still in a state of shock, “How?”
“All in good time, my dear, all in good time,” the collared secretary said. “Ms. Pierce will see you now.”
I took a deep breath and walked into our ice queen of a principal’s office and closed the door.
“I suggest you lock the door, Hannah,” Ms. Pierce recommended.
Expecting the worst, I did as suggested and locked the door.
I turned around. Ms. Pierce was at her desk, a devious smile on her face, “Well hi there, Hannah. How was last night?”
As expected, the collar was on her neck. I looked down, avoiding eye contact, but instead got another surprise. A pair of heels was protruding out from under Ms. Pierce’s desk. I returned my confused, stunned, nervous and uncomfortable gaze back to Ms. Pierce. Then suddenly anger filled me when it occurred to me that she played a prominent part of yesterday’s seduction. “You knew about this,” I accused.
She shrugged, like it was no big deal, “Yes, I did, Hannah. It wasn’t my idea, but when Mistress explained her plan to seduce you I assisted as requested.”
“Oh don’t play victim on me. You desperately needed this.”
“How could you possibly know this?” I asked, my anger bubbling to the surface.
“Am I wrong?”
“That’s not the point,” I replied angrily.
Ms. Pierce’s tone shifted from conversational to authoritative, “Look Hannah, it no longer matters, does it? You, like me, Donna, Mary and the dyke between my legs, are subs to Mistress Constance. How it happened doesn’t matter. We are the chosen few.”
I glared at her, curiosity of who was under the desk beginning to nag at me. “You had no right.”
“Hannah, this is getting old. I want to ask you a simple question. Would you go back in time eighteen hours if you could and do anything different?”
My rage began to simmer. I considered the question and had mixed emotions. On the one hand, today had been the most stressful day in my life and I was an emotional mess…and it was only lunch. If I could go back to when life made sense, life would be so much easier. Yet, on the other hand, I had never felt so liberated and never felt so free as I had last night. Giving myself mind and body to someone was the freest I had ever felt, and I definitely wanted to have that feeling again. Not to mention I had never felt such sexual pleasure as I did last night and this morning.
Her moans were also distracting and I couldn’t help but have a growing part of me want to be the girl under the desk. I tried to erase the image from my head, but it kept remerging. I hated this bitch.
“I’ll take your long silence as a no you wouldn’t change yesterday. Am I right?”
“Yes,” I confirmed, defeated.
“Come here,” she ordered.
I tentatively obeyed.
“Now just so you know, we don’t usually have sex at school, but today is a special day. It isn’t every day we get an addition into our special group.”
I held my breath, oddly hoping to be told what to do.
“On your knees, Hannah.”
Remembering Mistress’s instructions to obey every command from a collared woman, I obeyed, my pussy already beginning to leak.
“You want to please me, don’t you?”
Although my mind wanted to yell ‘no, I don’t, you fucking bitch,’ my body was in control and I heard myself almost beg, “Yes, Ms. Pierce.”
“Yes what, Hannah?” she asked, definitely attempting to exert her power over me.
Frustrated, horny and surprisingly eager to please and obey my bitch of a principal, “Yes, I want to please you.”
Fuck she really wanted to put me in my place. Frustrated and wanting to show a bit of a spine, I decided to answer boldly, “I want to crawl under your desk and replace the slut currently pleasing you.”
Mrs. Pierce smiled, obviously happy with my naughty and submissive answer. Wanting confirmation and using my own words, “You are offering to replace the slut between my legs.”
Ms. Pierce rolled her chair back and allowed the slut, as I called her, to crawl out from underneath her desk.
Who I saw, face glistening in cunt juice, was one last shocking surprise. I was face to face with my best friend for the past three years, my neighbour, Amy. Her facial expression, like mine I am sure, was one of complete embarrassment. Her eyes seemed to be pleading an apology. I couldn’t believe it. Amy the married mother of two, a four year old and an 18 month old, was also a sub. It seemed so improbable, I still didn’t believe it even though I was currently witnessing it.
Ms. Pierce, clearly amused by the last revelation and my reaction to it, asked, “Are you going to get under there or what? Class begins in fifteen minutes.”
I gave one last look back at Amy, whose expression was unreadable, before I disappeared under my Principal’s desk. She rolled her chair back and her pussy was instantly in front of me. Much to my surprise, it was quite hairy, although I couldn’t see that well under the desk. I leaned forward and began to please my principal, the person who, before yesterday, was number three on my most hated list, behind only my bastard of an ex-husband and Constance. Due to the abundance of hair surrounding her cunt, the pleasing was substantially more challenging than my first time yesterday licking Mistress Constance’s shaved pussy. Oddly, her aroma was intoxicating, seemingly held in by her pubic hair. Concerned about time, I used my finger to fuck her as I attempted to lick her. Luckily, Amy already had her very wet and the double pleasure I gave her had her moaning rather quickly and I knew when she squeezed her legs tight against my head she was close. I hooked my finger inside her cunt, searching for her G-spot. Although slightly elusive, once I found it, her legs pulled me in and she came all over my mouth. I continued to lap at her juices until the chair rolled away. I quickly crawled from underneath the desk and stood up, desperate to end this humiliation. I perused the room, but Amy was gone.
“Wow, for a rookie, you have great potential.”
“Thanks, I guess,” I replied, not sure whether that was necessarily a good thing.
“You better go clean up before you return to class.”
She pointed to the bathroom in her office. I washed up and was thankful that I was not much of a make-up person. I returned to Ms. Pierce’s office.
“One last thing, Hannah.”
I feared what else there could possibly be. “Yes,” I replied, my tone going for annoyed.
“When we are alone, you may call me Betty.”
“Ok, Betty,” I responded, the name sounding odd and slightly bitter on my lips.
I left her office and returned to class. Knowing all four of Mistress’s other subs lifted a major burden. The anxiety I was feeling had dissipated and was replaced by dread and I pondered my next conversation with Amy. When had she submitted? Why didn’t I know? She taught Devon last year after returning from maternity and complained about him as well. Then suddenly it stopped. That must have been when she submitted, over a year ago.
Amy had become my best friend since we started teaching together three years ago. Last year, she moved across the street from me and we bonded even more. I was still married then, but when my marriage ended she was the one there for me. She listened, she supported, and she even played a little tough love to help get me back on my feet. She knew everything about me, until my life-altering change last night. I thought I knew everything about her, but apparently I didn’t.
The day ended finally. I had just finished packing up for the night when Amy came to visit. She closed the door and sat on top of one of the student’s desks. I noticed, for the first time, that the skirt she was wearing, while school appropriate, had a generous slit that when sitting like she was, revealed she was wearing thigh highs. A small smirk crossed my face, realizing she and I were now in the same predicament.
Amy broke the awkward silence, “Hannah, I am so sorry I never told you before.”
I whispered, as if people could hear our perverse conversation beyond these four walls, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Would you have told me? Plus, how does one tell their best friend such a humiliating reality? It is not something that comes up in everyday conversation. Hi, how was your day? Good I bought a new outfit, tried a new recipe and, oh yeah, I became Constance Pederson’s submissive slave.”
I laughed. What else was there to do? She was right. Our situation was absurd and it is extremely unlikely, 99.9999 percent that I would have told Amy my situation if it hadn’t come out the way it did. “I’m sorry, Amy, I am not mad at you, I am mad at myself.”
Amy hopped off the desk to comfort me, wrapping her arms around me. Yesterday this would have been a simple friendly hug between two women, but today it could mean so many other things. She spoke gently, “Hannah, it is ok. I have accepted my role as her sub and for the most part it is not much different than before it occurred. She doesn’t expect a lot of my time, but she does expect total obedience.”
Tears ran down my cheeks like a rapid flowing river. “I couldn’t resist, Amy. I tried, but I couldn’t. Then to make matters worse, I really enjoyed it.”
“It’s ok, Hannah,” Amy comforted, “It’s ok.”
“No, it’s worse,” I blurted, “I crave it. I can’t get it out of my mind.”
“Trust me, Hannah, I understand. I was in the same situation you were, just a year ago.”
“How did it happen to you?” I blubbered through a wave of tears.
She rubbed my back, “The same as you I think. It was parent-teacher interviews and one minute I am defending the critical comments on Devon’s report card and next thing I know she was fingering me at my desk. Half an hour later, I was at her house and the rest is still a blur.”
“How do we end it?”
Amy asked sincerely, “Do you really want to end it? I know your next month will be intense as she tests you to make sure you will be loyal. But after that, things settle down.”
“Yes…no…I don’t know,” I blabbered, an incoherent mess, as I backed up a bit.
“It’s ok, Hannah. It will take some time to come to grips with what has happened. I know it is very overwhelming.”
“That is an understatement,” I joked, attempting to lighten the tense mood.
“But seriously, Hannah, I am always here for you. If you need to talk about this, I am here to listen.”
“I know, Amy, it’s just I don’t even know where to begin. I feel angry, confused, ashamed, lost, embarrassed, and mortified. Yet, I also feel excited, needed, and important. If that makes any sense,” I attempted to explain, not remotely understanding myself.
“I completely understand Hannah. I have been through every emotion you are feeling as well. I have only recently accepted the reality of who I am.” Amy paused, her eyes swimming directly into mine. She took a deep breath and nervously announced, “Hannah, I have to tell you something, I have wanted to tell you for quite some time.”
I wiped my tears away from my eyes, before looking directly into hers. “Amy, you can tell me anything. Apparently, you know everything about me.”
“I am a lesbian, Hannah. I have known this for a long time, but I had never completely come to grips with it. So when Constance seduced me, I didn’t even attempt to fight it. I wanted it. I needed it. She saw that in me and she seemed to have seen it in you too. Now I don’t mean I am bi or just a submissive for Mistress Constance. I mean I am in love with a woman. A beautiful, sexy, smart, sweet woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.”
I was shocked by this admission; she seemed to be happily married. I could only recall a handful of times she had complained about Eric. Being a good friend, “It’s Ok, Amy, I love you for who you are, the same way I know you love me and accept me. You mean the world to me Amy and I will be there for whatever you need.” As soon as I acknowledged this, I knew it was true. Amy was my lifeline, the one who was there whenever I needed it, selflessly helping me through my divorce, my job and even looking after my daughter Elaine.
It was Amy’s turn to break down. Tears flowed down her cheeks like wine. Suddenly I wanted to taste them. I took my finger and caught a tear and placed it to my lips. The sweetness warmed me. Amy was about to say something, but fearing it would break this intimate moment and a thirst I was desperate to quench, I was impulsive for one of the first times in memory. I leaned in and kissed her. I didn’t think first, I just let my instincts take over. She had been my best friend for a long time and this seemed so natural after a long day of very unnatural things. She returned the kiss and soon we were having our first kiss. We kissed for maybe a minute and just as I could feel the tingle in my spine flow up my back and my pussy began to feel that special warmth, Amy broke the kiss.
She looked directly into my eyes, “Hannah, I don’t want to take advantage of you during such a vulnerable time.”
“I kissed you,” I pointed out, tapping her nose with my finger.
“Are y-y-you s-sure?” Amy stuttered, her nervousness clearly prevalent.
“One hundred percent,” I responded, being sure about something for the first time in the last twenty-hour strange hours.
“Hannah,” Amy’s tears began to flow again, “It’s you!”
“Yes it is,” I responded, kiddingly, unclear of her intent.
“No, Hannah. I love you.”
“I love you too, Amy.”
“No, Hannah. I love you, love you. I love you in the I want-to-divorce-my-husband-move-in-with-you-and-spend-the-rest-of-my-life-with-you kind of love you.”
Suddenly the world stopped. In this brief moment of clarity, a moment that only happens a couple times in one’s lifetime, I saw her, my life and the world for what it was. She was the one. And if it took the complete humiliation of submitting to Constance to realize what was right in front of my eyes, well so be it. Fate had a funny way of playing, but I wasn’t going to let this chance of happiness slip through my hands. “I love you too,” I proclaimed, my whole body warming inside, telling my heart the words I returned were true.
The smile on her face and the glow in her cheeks radiated from her as she hugged me again. An embrace so sweet, so tender, that I was putty in her arms. In her embrace, I felt at home for the first time since before my marriage collapsed. I felt love.
It’s funny though, the awkward silence that follows a declaration of love. She looked at me words on the tip of her tongue and I returned the gaze with words on the tip of mine.
Finally, Amy broke the silence, “Well now what?”
“Well, bastard who shall remain nameless has Elaine until 8 o’clock tonight. So let’s go to my place and talk in private. My mind is already thinking of a trillion questions to ask you and another part of me is thinking of a trillion things to do to you.”
“Oh my, Hannah,” Amy exclaimed, “If I had only known sooner.”
“I myself didn’t know, so how could you know?” I shrugged, reaching for my bag. “Meet you at my place?”
“I wouldn’t miss it,” Amy guaranteed and followed me out of my class and to the parking lot.
During the drive home, away from Amy, I had time to think rationally. Did I really love her or was it just the heat of the moment? After a pros and cons list like I always do in my head, I concluded that yes, I loved her. Not just a friend love, but indeed a ‘I-want-to-spend-the-rest-of-my-life-with-you’ kind of love. Was I ready for such love? I realized whether I was ready or not, it was here, and my heart was speaking for me. The excitement of being in love and in a relationship with my best friend was countered by the fact that I had a six-year-old daughter and she had two young children. My daughter, obviously, knew Amy really well and called her Auntie. How would I explain this to my daughter? Or would I? Was I ready for the complications that came with a relationship, especially a same-sex relationship? I arrived at my house with all these questions swirling in my head and not an answer in sight. My horniness was long gone and replaced by excessive anxiety. I began to place roadblock after roadblock on my relationship before it started.
Luckily for my over-reactive brain, Amy pulled up into her driveway and I had to suppress the million nagging thoughts pecking at my brain.
Once inside, I grabbed a bottle of wine, filled both our glasses and brought the bottle with me to the living room. Amy was sitting down on the couch and I handed her a glass of wine and sat down beside her like I always had. We looked at each other and as soon as I saw the twinkle in the green of her eyes and the resonating warmth of her smile, my worries disappeared. She sipped her wine and asked concerned, as she put her hand on my stocking-covered knee, “Are you sure, Hannah?”
The warmth of her hand had me instantly distracted and instantly feeling the heat down below. And although I was not remotely sure what the future held, or if there was really a chance for us to be a real couple, I answered with all my heart, “I have never been surer of anything in my life, Amy.”
Her smile grew wider and she took my wine glass and put both on the table. Returning to me, she put both hands on my cheeks and, without a word, leaned in for a kiss. I could feel fireworks explode in my head as our lips touched and her tongue slipped inside my mouth. The kiss began soft and tender, but slowly grew in heat and passion. We were making out like two teenagers on a first date, our tongues exploring every crevice of each other’s mouths. My breathing got heavier and I became desperate to do more. My hands began to explore Amy’s body. She did the same. Her hands caressing my arms and legs had me weak at the knees and I was thankful to be sitting. As if hearing my inner thoughts, Amy broke the kiss and pulled me up. She fumbled with my zipper as she fervently attempted to get my dress off. Once off, she gently pushed me back onto the couch and onto my back. I lay on the couch like prey, and as my predator looked me over, I could sense her need to devour me. Her smile of lust was like an aphrodisiac and I was desperate to be the main course. Much to my surprise, and at first disappointment, she didn’t devour me whole. Instead I became a full course meal. She took off my heels and took my pinkie toe in her mouth. She sucked on it, in essence making love to my toe. She continued this erotic teasing, taking each of my toes into her mouth and repeating the sensual tease. My moans continued with each toe. She followed the slow seduction, by repeating the process with my other foot. Time stood still as she savoured each of my toes through the sheer nylon. Once the last toe had been individually pleased, she lifted my foot up straight and licked the sole of my foot. It tickled slightly, but the sensation was unbelievable. She didn’t seem to miss an inch of my foot. Again, she repeated the process on my other stocking-clad foot, making me a bowl of jelly and she hadn’t even touched any of my special spots.
Speaking for the first time in fifteen minutes, “How are you doing, Hannah?”
“Exquisite,” I replied, being a bit coy.
“Oh, I haven’t even gotten started, my pet.”
‘My pet’. A chill went up my spine at Amy using the same pet name that Mistress Constance had just yesterday used in her seduction of me. I wondered if that meant she was my Mistress too, or was it just word play? I left the question unanswered. I was again distracted by the touch of Amy’s lips, which were ever so gently kissing my ankle and slowly, like a turtle walking, moved up my leg. As Amy’s head moved closer to my vagina, I thought I might explode. Her erotic teasing had me where I had never been before. Her head finally reached my pussy. She paused and deliberately made eye contact with me. She smiled and extended her tongue. Her tongue lightly brushed my pussy lips, yet another tease. After less than fifteen seconds of attention to my desperate pussy, she moved away and down my other leg. I thought I would explode, my body reacting to the incredible tease. She continued down my leg, kissing and nibbling my entire body. Once she reached my foot, she paused, bit my toe gently and slid her tongue up my entire leg. Again she reached my pussy and again she gave nothing more than a tease, rolling over it as she progressed up my body. She kissed my belly, tongued my belly button and moved up to my breasts.
Speaking for the first time in minutes, she ordered, although gently, “Take your bra off, Hannah.”
I moved up a bit and obeyed the command, allowing my small breasts to come free.
Amy purred, “Your nipples are hard, baby. Is that because of me?”
“Yes,” I moaned back, slightly embarrassed at how excited she had made me. “You are driving me crazy.”
Amy winked, “I am going to make love to you Hannah. Every part of you needs to be worshipped.”
I blushed even more, I imagine. Amy pushed me back onto my back and began kissing my breasts. At first she kissed and licked my breasts, occasionally allowing her tongue or lips to lightly touch my nipple. The teasing was both exhilarating and frustrating. I was not used to having my body worshipped. I was used to my body being used for the pleasure of others, by my ex-husband, the few boys I dated back in the day and most recently last night by Mistress Constance. I wanted to be fucked, to be used and was not sure how to deal with this gentleness. As if she heard my inner thoughts, she began to bite my breasts and once on each breast she sucked my nipple into her mouth. I let out a loud moan, her warm mouth on my nipples allowing a chill to flow up my spine. Amy continued up my body to my neck, another weak spot, and finally my ear, my ultimate wet spot. As her hot breath and tongue bathed my ear, she repositioned her knee so it was directly against my pussy. I let out more of a scream than a moan, while Amy whispered, “You like that, baby?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, my body completely at her every whim.
She bit my ear, harder than expected, before our lips met again. I attempted to hint to her my eagerness to come as I kissed her with reckless passion. Desperate to come, I attempted to rub my pussy on Amy’s leg in an attempt to get off. Amy broke the kiss, “No, no, baby. All in good time, baby. Just let Amy treat you like you need to be treated.”
I began, “Please Amy, I need….”
But she put her finger to my lips, “Shhhh, baby, just let Amy take care of you. I promise you it will be worth the wait.”
She moved back down my body, her tongue again meandering haphazardly on my skin. Once she reached my now wet pussy, she ordered, “Turn around, baby.”
I obeyed and was on my knees, my arms resting on the couch. I couldn’t see her well, but could feel her tongue and lips on my ass. She worshipped my ass like she had the rest of my body: with kisses, licks, nibbles and bites. I was a horny mess by this time. She pushed my ass slightly forward and pulled my ass cheeks apart. Much to my surprise, I felt her tongue on my rosebud. I couldn’t believe it. My best friend, who had been with me through thick and thin, was now tonguing my asshole. It was really incomprehensible. Even more shocking was how good her tongue felt in my taboo area. I let out another moan, the teasing and random pleasing driving me mad. Suddenly, without warning, I felt a finger slip inside my pussy.
“Aaaaahh,” I bellowed, shocked by the sudden penetration and just as equally thrilled by it.
Amy pumped her fingers in and out of my soaking wet pussy for a brief time and just as suddenly pulled them out, leaving my pussy an abandoned mess.
“Please Amy, put them back in,” I begged, pushing my ass back, blindly attempting to find her fingers.
Amy spanked my ass, not hard, but not playful either. “Patience, baby, patience,” she instructed in a tone that hinted at dominance. I wanted to yell at her to quit teasing me and just fuck me, but I didn’t. A second slap on my ass followed, slightly harder, and she commanded, “Baby, turn back around.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I accidently replied. I attempted to correct myself, “I-I-I ….”
“Mistress,” Amy mused, her finger slowly caressing my inner thigh. Her tone shifting to serious, “Do you want me to be your Mistress, Hannah?”
Her eyes bored into me, her smile not giving away whether she was serious or not. Unsure what to say, I finally stammered, “I-I-I-um.”
“You do want me to be your Mistress, don’t you baby?” Before I could respond and admit my true desire to be her loyal, willing, unconditional sub, she, thankfully, went between my legs and began licking. After all the gentleness of the past hour, I was expecting a similar tenderness when she finally began licking me. Instead, I got an all out assault on my pussy. She went directly to my clit and sucked on it, attempting to swallow it whole. I let out an earth shattering scream the moment my best friend’s mouth made contact. I orgasmed in only a few seconds. As the orgasm quaked through my entire being, Amy let my clit slip out of her mouth, but kept licking. The continued licking of my cunt with constant pressure from Amy, kept my juices flowing and as the first orgasm began to dissipate, a second orgasm was already building. Amy kept licking, moving her whole head up and down, almost like she was bobbing on a cock. I watched closely, mesmerized by the sight of my beautiful, sweet, compassionate best friend, pleasuring me in a way I couldn’t even have begun to imagine twenty-four hours ago. Her eyes met mine and I blushed, feeling like I had just been caught stealing from the cookie jar. Yet, unlike shy and insecure me, I didn’t break eye contact. Instead I continued to gaze into the eyes of my best friend. She seemed to smile, although it was hard to tell with her mouth full of my pussy. She began to hum on my pussy lips, and a new sensation hit me. Almost instantly, a second orgasm flowed through me even greater than the first. I screamed, “Oh my God Amy, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
Amy obliged, continuing to lick my soaking wet cunt. My juices flooded out of me like a tidal wave. My best friend licked and licked, continuing to please me as I almost hyperventilated from the pure pleasure. She slowed down while I slowly attempted to regain my breath. Just when I thought I was done, Amy surprised me again. She suddenly slid two fingers into my cunt. The suddenness made me scream in delicious joy and while she finger-fucked me hard and fast, she took my clit back in her mouth. Again unaware of my words, I screamed, “Yes Mistress, make your slut cum. Fuck her hard.” The intense double pleasure was too much and a third powerful orgasm hit me with full force. I realized my words only after they escaped my mouth. Amy didn’t say anything while she continued pleasing me. Long past propriety, I continued my vocal babble, “Fuck, Amy, I have never felt so good. Fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkk.”
The intense pressure was too much, my pussy raw from the constant coming and I had to push Amy’s expert mouth away. “Stop, stop, oh my God, I can’t take anymore.”
Amy’s smile was one of pure satisfaction. She stood up and said, her tone a bit more powerful than I had ever heard from her, “Ok, pet. Calling me Mistress once could be seen as a slip of the tongue, but twice, well that is curious.” She took off her shirt. Once off, she discarded it on the floor. While she unzipped her skirt, she explained, “Baby, you are completely submissive aren’t you?”
“I think so,” I whispered, somewhat ashamed.
Her skirt fell to the floor, displaying a beautiful shaved pussy, with a nice patch of hair above her clit. Her eyes never left mine. “So baby, are you ready to please me?”
I wanted nothing more. This time I knew exactly what I was saying when I responded, “Yes, Mistress Amy.”
Amy directed me to come to her using only her finger. I surprised her, I think, when I got on the floor and crawled the few feet to her. Suddenly anxiety filled me. I so desperately wanted to please her, I was worried I would be a disappointment, especially after what she had just done do me. She asked, “You want to taste your Mistress’s pussy, baby?”
“Yes, Mistress Amy,” I responded, “but I am worried I won’t please you the way you just pleased me.”
“Oh baby, just do what is natural,” she comforted.
Following her instructions, I sat up on my knees and began to lick Amy’s pussy while she stood. As soon as my tongue made contact with her pussy, she moaned, “That’s it baby, lick my pussy.”
Although difficult to get comfortable, I continued licking her pussy lips, her heavenly scent and taste were an amazing assault on my senses. Deciding to attempt to tease her and at the same time show her I wanted to be her submissive, I moved away from her delicious nectar and kissed her thigh. I slowly, like she had done to me, moved down her leg, kissing gently her stocking-clad leg. When I reached her foot, I bent down and kissed her perfectly manicured toes, like a servant waiting further instruction.
“Baby, you really are the most submissive woman I have ever met. You get wet being told what to do, don’t you baby?”
“Yes,” I answered, no longer even ashamed by the reality of who I really was.
“Kiss my feet, baby, suck my toes like a good little sub,” she ordered.
“Yes, Mistress Amy,” I eagerly responded, happy to be told exactly what to do. No longer surprisingly, my pussy began to get a special tingling again.
I sucked each of her toes one at a time, as she had mine. I took my time, attempting to suck each toe in my mouth like a small cock. Pleasing her feet so thoroughly was exciting, although a bit difficult because of the sheer nylons on her feet. Once done, I moved to her other foot and repeated the gentle pleasure.
Once I was finished, her breathing now heavier, she asked, “Do you have any toys?”
“Just a vibrator.”
“Well we will have to work on adding to your collection, baby,” she advised. Sitting on the couch, she ordered, “Go get it, baby.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I obeyed and began to get up.
“No, no, baby. I like you on all fours like a good sub, a good pet. I want to watch you crawl and get it. Bring it back to me in your mouth like you are carrying a bone.”
I fell back on all fours, “Yes, Mistress, your wish is my command.” I crawled away, feeling her eyes bearing down on me. Such an order should have humiliated me, yet it actually made me hornier. The feeling of complete submission, of unconditional obedience, was liberating. And, unlike with Mistress Constance, where I never felt safe and was always nervous and scared, with Amy I felt completely at home and safe, completely comfortable and eager to make her happy. The stairs were a bit awkward at first and somewhat humiliating, but I fulfilled the instructions, retrieving my fuck-toy and returning on all fours with the toy in my mouth. If going up the stairs was awkward, going down was an adventure in balance. I went slowly, scared to stumble down the stairs, but also determined to not disobey a direct order.