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Every week I am sent to this particular hotel on an assignment. I have the room key already. I’m there to meet a mystery lover. He has given me specific instructions. I pull the curtains together to darken the room… I undress putting my skirt and blouse on a chair, leaving my stockings and high heels on as instructed…. I then kneel on a foot stool at the end of the bed. I face away from the connecting door.

So far I had been lucky with my timing. Not this week. But I cannot change my appointment. I do not have my mystery lover’s contact information. All I have are his orders, “Same time, same place, next week.”

This week is not lucky. My period arrived this morning. Just when I was least expecting it. Just when I was least hoping for it. I can deal with coital abstention in my married life. Not with my mystery lover.

I assume the position on the footstool at the end of the bed. As instructed I bend over and part my legs wide open. I feel totally vulnerable and indecently exposed. The string of my tampon hanging between my parted legs feels like the huge and thick rope at the end of the bells of the college carillon sounding the hour from afar. It makes me feel like it is calling attention to the lewd and obscene in me.

Like each week a brown envelope is left at my feet, it is full of used, high-value bank notes… paid for my services. Dutifully I take it home and split it into six even envelopes. One for each of the stepchildren: three from his first marriage, three from his second. All six appreciated and thank the loving stepmother for her weekly allowance. None of the six will ever find out that my extreme generosity is the fruit of my depravity and wild eroticism over you.

You have no time for my thoughts. You approach me, a total stranger facing a married woman, totally naked. Your perfect, beautiful, and enormous is at eye-level. You do not let me touch it. Instead, you quickly move around to my back, spread my ass cheeks very wide, and plunge in.

I scream in intense pain.

In one instant, just like that, you have taken my anal virginity!

You let me scream and moan and feel totally terrified of what I have just done and what you have done to me.

Just as suddenly, you pull out. Turning back to my face, you jerk off, quickly and furiously. I have never seen a man masturbate and I really want to see how it’s done. You laugh and ejaculate all over my face.

But you do not lose your erection. I am dazed and confused and totally at a loss for words. And if I ever harbored any thoughts of leaving, they are dashed when your friends come into the room.

Your enormous cock goes back to pumping my ass again and again. Over and over again I scream for permission to cum. You laugh and pump me even deeper. I am desperate. The cock that had exploded all over my face is suddenly replaced by another one, just as hard, and so different.

Again you laugh. Grabbing my hair you yank my head up. “Suck that one, too, slut-bitch. Suck him off while I fuck you.” in a matter of minutes the second cock is deep down my throat. I am gagging. I have never sucked suck a thick cock. Actually, for that matter, I have never ever sucked a cock so deep in my mouth. I feel I am gasping for air.

You laugh. “New at this, aren’t you, slut-bitch?” You see that I am crying with sheer terror and that only makes you pump my ass harder and deeper.

You pull my head even further back. Effortlessly, the other guy can slide his thick cock down my throat and explode right down my esophagus. It gets you so excited that you cum yet again deep in my ass. And you invite yet a third guy to join us, ordering me again to suck him off.

Finally you are done with me for the day. You leave me, limp and exhausted, on the floor, like a wet, used rag. In the dark on the floor I grope around for my clothes. Finding my skirt here, my bra there, my panties way over there, my blouse off in a corner somewhere, and my shoes elsewhere. I manage to get dressed as best I can in the dark room.

I waddle out. My legs are rubbery and weak. My head is spinning. My heart is racing. I am drenched in perspiration. I am dizzy.

• I have never, ever, ever had anal sex.

• I have never, ever, ever had deep-throat sex.

• I have never, ever, ever had sex with more than one man at a time.

• Before I married my husband, I had sex with only one other man, and that was my boy-friend in college.

• You, sweetie, have deflowered me anally, and also in many, many more ways than you think.

These thoughts are racing through my very confused mind. Suddenly my path is blocked by the huge, black receptionist. Towering over me, her enormous breasts are level with my eyes. Her arms are akimbo, her legs wide apart.

“Cash only,” she booms at me with a loud, deep voice. Gone is the pleasant receptionist that greeted me so nicely when I first walked in.

“Excuse me?” I stammer.

“You heard me, bitch. Cash only. We only take cash for the sexual services you just received.”

Confused and just-deflowered, I reach into my purse, fumble for my wallet, pull out a $20 bill, and hand it to her, my hands shaking.

“All of it, bitch.”

“Excuse me?”

“All your cash, little bitch.”

Shaking, I hand her all my cash, meekly stammering, “How will I get back to my office?”

She laughs, her huge breasts shaking. Her hands reach out and fumble over my blouse, fondling my meager 32-A titties. Her fingers find my nipples. Slowly she starts squeezing, harder, deeper, sharper, harder, twisting, pulling. I am squirming. My hands come up to rescue my nipples. She slaps them away and resumes. I am crying with intense pain.

She leans over and whispers into my ears, “You’re going to drag your lily-white ass over to the ATM and get cash to get to work. And next time you come over, you’d better bring a whole lot more cash if you plan to get back in to service your Owner Brian.”

Trying to be brave, I nod and whimper, “Do I get a receipt?”

She laughs, “Of course you do, bitch!” She falls to her knees, grabs my ankle and I feel a sharp sting. She walks away laughing, twice my size looking eightfold stronger. I look down and see a tiny, blue monogram on my ankle: BF.

Thinking it is a stamp of some kind I realize they are my owner’s initials. Maybe it will come off when I shower. Or with time. Only that the days go by and it stays. I don’t know what she did or how she did it. Fact of the matter is that now and forever I have been branded with my Owner’s monogram. It takes a trained eye to see it, but I certainly am aware of it every day now.

I walk out of the parlor. My legs are wobbly. My ass, which up until a few hours ago had been totally virgin, now feels strangely dilated. I am oozing cum non-stop down my thighs. My gait is awkward. The taste in my mouth is bittersweet. I did not have lunch, and yet I feel like I have been force-fed protein shakes.

At work I cannot concentrate. Every few minutes I cast a furtive glance at my private email to see if my Owner has written me. I cannot get any work done. My secretaries and staff wonder if I feel ill. Your huge cock has reamed my very tight, virgin ass so hard that I cannot sit.

Worse, I feel like you have branded me with a huge, scarlet A for adulteress. Here I was until yesterday a model housewife, a faithful and loving wife, a successful business person, a dabbler in erotica, and a good sport. You came into my life, you raped me repeatedly, and now I cannot stop thinking of you.

You branded my ankle with your monogram like you branded my ass with your enormous cock like you branded my heart with your words.

My ass continues to dribble your cum. Again and again I have to go to the ladies room to change panty liners. I feel so strangely delicious. I lock the office door and think of you, sweetie. Slowly and gently, my fingers trace the outline of my nipples and rush to my tiny, reclusive clittie
. I really want to masturbate for you, but I want it to be so special, darling!

I hold off as best I can.

At home that night I feel like the whore you have made me. My husband, kind and loving and serious looks at me and asks me if I feel OK. I am tired, I lie.

He goes to bed. For the first time ever in my life I am thinking of another man. Of you, sweetie!

When my husband finally falls asleep, I start to masturbate.

For you.




For the longest time.

For you, sweetie, only for you!!!

And when I finally do cum — explode — thinking of what you have made me, my body flies off into pieces. The taste of all the other men’s cum that afternoon seems to flare up in my mouth. My ass trembles and dilates again and again. As if you were here with me, sweetie, inviting you to thrust your manhood deep into me.

The next morning my husband leaves to work early. I am still getting ready to go to work when the doorbell rings. Strange, I am not expecting anyone. Opening the door, I see a nice, handsome, young man. “Madam, I am here to install the cameras.”

“Cameras?” I ask, “I have no idea what you are talking about?”

He smiles, ever so politely, and hands me a sheet of paper, “This is the work order.”

I glance at it and then stare. My world is falling apart. I cannot believe my eyes. The letter has your monogram at the top, BF. There is a full-color, high resolution picture of me on my hands and knees sucking a man’s cock, eyes wide open. The picture has been cropped but I know there is your cock up my ass at the edge of the picture. The work order simply states, “Install three high-def cameras.”

I have no choice, do I, sweetie?

The repairman cheerfully comes in and goes about his work. He knows what he is doing. One tiny camera goes in our bedroom, so tiny even I almost cannot see it. The other goes in our bathroom. The third goes in our kitchen.

In less than an hour, the repairman is finished. He does something or other with his laptop. He asks me to lie on my bed and checks something. He asks me to sit on the toilet and checks something. He asks me to chop some carrots on the kitchen counter and checks something.

He smiles, so handsome and so polite. “All set, madam. Have a nice day.”

Strange, I think, I know that voice. Suddenly, as it dawns on me, he waves back and smiles, “That was me in the picture. You have very tight throat, madam.”

I faint.

And so now, I get emails from you, sweetie, at the strangest hours, when least expected. I know you can see me 24/7.

• You tell me what to wear. And what not to wear.

• You tell me how you want me to sit to pee.

• You tell me when I can play with myself and how.

• You tell me if I may cum or not.

• You order me when to make love with my husband and how you want me to do it.

Ever since we got married, making love was always in the dark, under the blankets, usually in missionary position. Now all of a sudden I have to tell my husband why I want to do it with the lights on, outside the blankets, and in so many different ways. He thinks it’s because he is working out at the gym and is stronger.

You, sweetie, know better. It’s because you enjoy tormenting me, owning me, watching me degrade myself by being your whore fucking my cuckold husband while you watch my ass bobbing up and down, cheeks spread wide apart for your viewing pleasure.

And I do it for you, sweetie, because you are my owner and I am yours, darling,

You have made me your slut-whore.

One night my husband and I are attending a gala event at the museum. From afar, I see a woman that looks quite a bit like me: elegant, tall, pale white, athletic, small titties like mine

Our eyes lock into each other for an instant. She blushes, turns away, and hugs her husband.

Cold shivers run down my spine. I don’t know why.

Much later, she and her husband walks by my husband and me. She does not say a word. We just look at each other and both feel something. We don’t need to say anything.

Both of us have looked at each other’s ankles.

Both of us have been branded with the same monogram, BF.

Both us belong to you, sweetie!

That night as I am getting ready for bed and knowing you can see me undressing and peeing, I get an email form you, “Have you ever sucked another woman?” I go crazy out of my mind. NO!

My husband cannot believe his luck. I fuck him like never before. He thinks it is his virility. Only you and I, sweetie, I am fucking him because I am desperate for you, darling, only for you!

Except that you have other plans for me, now that you own me.

This is so terribly exciting, my darling!

Every week I am sent to this particular hotel on an assignment. I have the room key already. I’m there to meet a mystery lover. He has given me specific instructions. I pull the curtains together to darken the room… I undress putting my skirt and blouse on a chair, leaving my stockings and high heels on as instructed…. I then kneel on a foot stool at the end of the bed. I face away from the connecting door.

On the bed, Brian has neatly set out my soft, purple velvet hood. Atop it he has laid out my nipple shields. My eyes gaze at the two objects of my torment. Minutes from now, I know, he will hood my face and slip on the nipple shields. The knurls will slide over my nipples, making them even longer than mine usually are. And their tightness will make impossible for them to slide off accidentally. They will come off much later, on my way home, to excruciating pain. I shudder.

Brian has laid out this afternoon’s other objects. He makes me look at what he will use later on, increasing my apprehension, augmenting my tension, setting my desires afire for him. There is a surgical-looking bag clearly marked “Foley Balloon Catheter — Female”. Next to it, neatly arrayed on a sterile towel, are 5 (five!) large syringes, filled with what appears to be sterile water. And next to them, of course, the tube of anal lube that Brian always has there, ready for me. Today I am terrified. Never before has Gail, my doctor, ever used a catheter on me. I have never seen it actually used. And now I am quite certain Brian plans to explore me in different ways. I am shaking and trembling as I kneel by the bedside, awaiting my ordeal.

I know the connecting door is open and I know my darling Brian is watching everything I do. Slowly I pour anal lube on my fingers, bend over way down, spread my legs, and lube my ass. Brian enjoys watching me prepare myself for him.

I wait.

And wait.

And wait.

Brian walks up from behind and slips the velvet hood over my head. It’s about to begin. The velvet hood is has tiny earpieces that play the sounds of my previous seductions — moans and screams — for me to hear myself in moments of intense pain and ultimate joy. The hood is tightly fitted over my eyes — custom-made for me — and has a large opening at the mouth level. Sooner or later, I know, a large cock will come in and fill my mouth. Brian has planned everything perfectly well for me. I love him so much!

I am bent over, knees wide apart, just how Brian has taught me he wants to see me. I sense moving around. Brian must be walking around, taking a closer look at my body, trembling and shaking, my little titties pointed down and bobbing with every breath I take. Brian knows how anxious he makes me when I have to expose myself, completely blind-folded, naked, derrière high up in mid-air.

I feel his very strong hands parting my cheeks. He has done this countless times to me, every time we get together, and every time it makes me extremely nervous. He parts my cheeks, getting a very close-up look at my very tight ass. His hands massage my derrière and keep opening my ass wider. He does not touch it — yet. All he is doing is parting and exposing me.

Out of nowhere, I am surprised. Brian is touching my pussy! He has never, ever touched me with his hands! Ever! Just like that, Brian’s strong hands are spreading my labia apart! I cannot believe my senses! He is so good with me! Granted, Brian is not touching my tiny, baby clittie. He has never touched it. Never. But his hands are parting my labia and that feels so good. I know I am moaning with happiness. And I know that my moans are being recorded to be played back through my earphones later. For now, it is the joy of Brian parting my labia wide apart that is driving me wild with joy. I can feel my tiny, baby clittie leaping with joy. Brian won’t touch it but I can sense he is staring at it as he moves my labia wider and wider apart.

Brian pauses.

I moan with desire.

Suddenly, I scream and lurch my back up straight. Brian has taken both my nipples in his strong, powerful hands, pinched them, and twisted them. Very hard. With his strong grip, he does not release them, but rather pulls them down so my torso has to follow until I am back on all fours. Brian knows how to use the extreme sensitivity on my nipples to force my body to follow his instructions.

Brian’s hands let my nipples go free. I moan. But not for long. Again, I feel his hands parting my labia wide. He is doing something. I don’t know what but his hands are busy.

I start to feel it: a slight pressure right smack on my pee hole. A slight, but insistent pressure right on my pee hole tells me Brian is touching the tip of the catheter, finding the exact location of my pee hole. More pressure and my body starts to feel it. The catheter is pressing against the orifice. Brian is pressing slowly and carefully. He is so gentle with me when he torments me. I let out a soft whimper. The tip of the catheter has penetrated my pee hole. And just like when Brian thrusts his enormous cock up my ass and makes me squirm in pain, neither shoving in nor sliding out, Brian is doing the exact same with the catheter. The tip is just at the orifice, neither sliding in nor moving out. Brian knows just how to force me to accept and bear and withstand that moment of sheer agony as long as possible.

My moaning subsides; my body is getting weak from the discomfort of the catheter pressing at my pee hole. Slowly, Brian starts to slide it in. I presume he is lubricating it because it slides in so effortlessly and so smoothly. I feel it, cold and slippery going in, and in, and in, up my urethra. I moan again with discomfort the moment the tip reaches my bladder. Brian lets me moan in that discomfort for the longest while before pushing it all the way in. I can feel my bladder emptying. I am so embarrassed with Brian that I am peeing but he must know I cannot help it with the catheter all the way up my pee hole and into my bladder!

Something is happening now. I can sense his hands moving around my genital area and the catheter being moved. I feel cold water slowly going up my urethra and filling my bladder. In the fog of agony and delight, I realize Brian has taken one of the huge, water-filled syringes and is filling my bladder with cold water.

And then it stops. I am full of water. I try to pee. To no avail: the balloon has probably been inflated and the catheter closed off so no pee can come out. Brian has filled my bladder and sealed it!

He lets me realize what is happening. After a few minutes, I feel his hands spreading my ass, spreading it very wide. I inhale and exhale very deeply, like Brian has taught me when expecting his deep anal penetration. His beautiful, perfect, and enormous cock starts to press against my ass. Slowly, surely, inexorably pressing. I know what is about to happen. Again I try to inhale and exhale deeply, like they teach us in birthing class. His cock head pushes its way in. It does not matter what my sphincters tries to do: if it dilates wide or tightens up, regardless, Brian will keep pressing.

The moment of penetration, when Brian rips into my ass, is always extremely and excruciatingly painful. Brain knows it and holds still, his head not moving neither in nor out. I am moaning and squirming and trying desperately to do something but Brian knows me all too well. By keeping still, he forces my body to feel the pain of his enormity.

Brian thrust in — all the way in — to the hilt of his beautiful,perfect, and enormous cock!

I scream and lurch my back straight. Again, Brian takes both mynipples in his strong, powerful hands, pinches them, and twists them. Very hard. With his strong grip, he does not release them, but rather pulls them down so my torso has to follow until I am back on all fours. Brian knows how to use the extreme sensitivity on my nipples to force my body to follow his instructions. His huge cock is throbbing deep up my ass. I was an anal virgin until I met Brian and now he knows I cannot live without him.

He grabs my body and picks me up, his huge cock deep up my ass, and carries me. He lies on his back on the bed and I am lying atop him, my back to his muscular chest. I cannot see a thing but I know his buddies are also in the room looking at us. Brian’s legs open my legs wide apart. I feel his breathing, slow and deep and rhythmical. I try to match his breathing. His huge cock throbs just as methodical deep up my ass.

Brian is holding my hands in his, at his side. Another set of hands is doing something around my pussy. Again I feel a slow flow of cool water up my urethra. I understand what is happening. Another gentleman has taken the second syringe and is filling my bladder even more, with the second huge syringe. He closes the catheter off. My bladder is full but I cannot pee. The second gentleman kneads my tummy. The wish to pee gets stronger: I really need to pee. But nothing can come out.

The gentleman takes my right hand [I am a lefty, by the way] from Brian’s and guides it to his cock. I shudder. I know exactly who this is! That huge cock — the size and shape of a Thermos bottle — is Anthony’s! The same Anthony whose cock is the largest in our tri-county area! The same Anthony that enjoys fucking me every which way but never ever ejaculates inside me! My hand has a hard time getting a grip around it: he is so huge and thick that my hand cannot wrap all the way around! Even so, I stroke it as best I can. Now I have my darling and beloved Brian throbbing deep up my ass while I stroke Anthony — my bladder full and my desire to pee withheld.

Brian is holding my hands in his, at his side. Another set of hands is doing something around my pussy. Again I feel a slow flow of cool water up my urethra. Now I really understand what is happening. A third gentleman has taken the third syringe and is filling my bladder even more, with the third huge syringe. He closes the catheter off. My bladder is even fuller now, but still I cannot pee.

This third gentleman takes my left hand and guides it to his cock. It is tiny! I feel around. It feels just like a real cock. It has the same texture and shape and veins and skin as a real cock. It is alovely little tiny penis! So cute! I run my left hand up and down this man’s body, trying to imagine what he looks like. He seems tall, muscular, trim, massively hard thighs, big hands: a very virile man with a lovely little tiny penis! My left hand plays and plays and plays with him. All along, my right hand is trying to get around Anthony’s enormous bottle-sized cock, while Brian throbs deep up my ass.

A fourth set of hands works on my catheter; again another syringe-load of water gets pumped into my bladder. I think my bladder cannot possibly hold any more. It is stretched and hands on my tummy knead it, making it even harder to bear. The fourth gentleman finishes the syringe, shuts off the catheter, and slip his cock into my mouth.

With my darling Brian deep up my ass, my right hand around a huge cock and my left hand playing with a lovely little tiny penis, my mouth does its very best to suck this gentleman. Something strikes me — in my total sexual confusion — as odd. When he slides his cock out and I suck on his head, I feel a slight clinking sound. But he is in control. He must be very adept at fucking women orally because he knows exactly how and when to slide his cock all the way into my mouth almost to the point of gagging, pulling out a bit so I can catch some air, and going at it again. Before I know it, I can feel his cock down my throat!

And now, with my darling Brian deep up my ass, a huge Thermos of a cock in my right hand, a lovely little tiny penis in my left, and another deep down my throat, a fifth set of hands plays with the catheter. The fifth syringe fills my bladder to its bursting limit.

All five sets of hands part my legs wide, kneading my tummy, making me go crazy trying to keep up with the four cocks I am already servicing.

The fifth man slides his cock into my pussy!

It feels so strange.

Granted, until I had met Brian, my penile experience was limited to my college boyfriend and my husband. So I really do not know all that much about cocks.

But this one seems unusual.

Large and thick, of course, but it seems to be sharply bent or curved. As he slides in and out of my pussy, I feel its curvature pressing hard against my G-spot — and further in, pressing against Brian’s head deep up my ass.

Fantastically wild!

I am servicing all five men!

At once!

My darling and beloved Brian deep up my ass — where he rightfully belongs!

Anthony’s huge Thermos is in my right hand; with my left, I am stroking a lovely little tiny penis. Deep throated all the way in by another expert. And in my pussy: sliding in and out a very curved cock.

The men increase their tempo. Harder and faster and deeper and harder and faster and deeper and harder and faster and deeper and kneading my distended bladder and twisting and tweaking my nipples and harder and faster and deeper…

If I could have screamed, I would have awakened the cemetery…

If I could have moved, I would have displaced the earth’s orbit…

All at once, all five men explode in unison!

One of them has pulled the plug on the catheter!

I feel the Amazon of all Pees rush out of my distended bladder!

Three liters of my pee and gallons of their ejaculate!

Brian-my-love deep up my ass, one man’s deep down my throat, Thermos Anthony splashing my entire torso, the curved man deep into my pussy, and I even feel the lovely little tiny penis dribble one or two droplets in my hand!

Five powerful men and one unfaithful housewife — six massive, simultaneous orgasms!

Try as I may, I cannot control my body. My mind seems to be slipping as well. Fainter and fainter and fainter… I know the men are still pulsating… I know my body is still shaking… fainter and fainter and fainter… fainter and fainter and fainter…

I pass out…

“For our first date, I have asked my darling Liam to meet me at this particular hotel. I have already mailed him the room keycard. He has been asked to meet me here on an assignment for our first date. He will be there to meet me as his mystery lover. I have given him specific instructions. He will pull the curtains together to darken the room. He will turn off all the lights. He will undress completely, folding his clothes neatly in the closet. He will kneel at the foot of the bed. His torso and face will be upon the bed, hands folded under his forehead. He will spread his knees and legs wide open. He is facing away from the connecting door, knowing I am watching him, seeing him for the first time. He cannot see me. And he will wait for me.”

You hear me step in, quietly walking upon the carpeted floor, not saying a word. The room is totally dark now. A very thin pencil beam of light lets you know I have a tight-focus flashlight. You hear soft noises: snapping on of latex surgical gloves. I unscrew a bottle of lukewarm anal lube. Gently, my finger lubes your anus. It is tight with apprehension and with the anxiety that comes with the first time. More lube on my fingers and I gently slide one deep up your ass. In all your married years, your lovely wife never even came close to touching you there. Tonight it feels natural and easy. We have never met and yet you are happy you have let me get to know you so well.

You hear me sigh. My hand spreads your cheeks very wide. It is totally dark, yet you feel I can see everything. Your cock is throbbing, pointing down because you are kneeling and bent over, yet eager to rise up. Your testicles are engorged and almost painfully swollen. I ignore both.

First one finger, then two slide into your ass. I feel around for your prostate. When I find it, my two fingers begin to massage it. Neither too deep to overpass it, nor too shallow to give you the feeling of ass-finger-fucking you. Just simply massaging your prostate, back and forth, side to side, over and under, again and again.

You cannot restrain yourself. You desperately want to touch yourself. Your hands slide out from under your forehead and head to your cock. My free hand slaps them away and you know better now. You may not touch yourself. This is my massaging your prostate. And things are done the way I want. Always.

You cannot contain yourself. Without knowing when nor how nor why, you feel you are ejaculating. My free hand focuses the flashlight’s tight beam on your cock. This is always my favorite moment! But something is not quite right. There seems to be a tiny hole halfway down your penile shaft, very tiny for sure, and the ejaculate is coming out of there! I have never, ever seen that. I didn’t know a man could do that!

Fascinated, I watch for the longest time. A huge load flows lazily out. No contractions, no convulsions of your cock. Just a plain, long, continuous stream of ejaculate flowing out. My fingertips feel your prostate fluttering. I keep caressing it gently, over and over again, until it finally comes to a complete stop.

I have milked you on our very first date! I help you up on the bed and let you lie on your back. In the dark, you hear my clothes coming off and falling on the floor. I lie next to you, side by side, on our backs. You are drained and exhausted… and aroused and ready to start anew.

The room is dark, yet you are inebriated with my scent and the softness of my skin and you feel my hair brush upon your handsome face.

I turn to you, whispering softly and sensuously in the dark, “Liam, sweetheart, it is so nice to finally meet you!”

Your cock springs up again, hard and throbbing, shooting off another load of ejaculate into thin air! I leap up, flashlight in hand. Leaning over, I try to get a better look. Your cock is small, much smaller than normal, and it is hard, much harder than any man can ever get. It gently curved and topped by a half-crescent foreskin. There is no hole at the top of your lovely little tiny penis. There is, however, a tiny hole halfway down your shaft, and it is out of there that you are ejaculating! Even in the darkness with only the flashlight in hand, I can see that you have the most perfect and beautiful cock I have ever seen! I don’t touch it because I want you for later. Looking up at you, in the darkness I can feel you smile, whispering just one word of explanation for me, “Hypospadias.”

I pounce upon you, smothering your handsome face with wet kisses, squirming all over your shaking body.

Your cock has now gone totally limp!

You are free!

Your sexual ability is all gone!

I too am free!

Your cock is totally flaccid!

I can be myself – with you!

I masturbate fast and furious next to you, guiding your hands in mine, racing all over me as together we tease and torment my body, explore my erogenous zones, feel my wetness flowing eagerly. My hands fondle my smallish tits, round and round and round again, feeling my nipples rise and harden, screaming to be touched. My fingers guide yours as together I squeeze my nipples. Twisting and turning and tugging on them. Harder, I pinch and squeeze them, harder, much harder. Please darling, even harder: you will be surprised how much I can take. My smallish tits feel enormous, my nipples hard as cherry pits. You try to suck on them: I push you away. Knowing you want to suck my nipples gets me even more aroused, masturbating even wilder for you.

I straddle your handsome face. My pussy, inches away from your face, exudes the sweet aroma of peaches in the summer: that is how I have been described. Parting my legs, I let you feel me so close. You raise your face to eat me. I push it back down again. It drives me wild with desire knowing you want to eat me. That desire makes me masturbate even more intensely. My fingers part my labia. You try to finger me, and again I push your fingers away. Gosh, how I am dying for you to finger me! And it makes me masturbate even faster. I want you so much! And wanting you makes me touch myself faster, deeper, harder. You are my fantasy – my fantasy come true, and yet not quite there. I don’t want you there right now. Give me a few more hours of self-pleasuring!

My fingers part my labia. In the total darkness you can sense I am pulling back the protective hood. My baby clittie leaps out! I touch it over and over again, side to side, back and forth, along the left and then the right side of its tiny shaft. My baby clittie is dancing wild with desperation. Oh my gosh, darling, I am exploding again and again, masturbating right before your very eyes. In the darkness you cannot see a thing. And that too makes me wild with desire for you.

I move forward just a bit. Your fingers touch my sloshy pussy and immediately are drenched with my wetness. Expertly, you slide your middle finger into my ass. I wince and let out a tiny moan of painful pleasure. The first penetration! More climaxes rock my body. You finger my ass deeply and expertly.

My own hands are not enough. My titties and baby clittie and pussy and G-spot all clamor for my attention. You are delighted feeling me masturbate and orgasm over you. I am screaming and moaning and yelling and racing my hands and screaming and desperately attending to all my body set on fire with desire for you. Lying back, you allow me to be myself. Only your finger deep up my ass connects you physically to me; otherwise, you are letting me be myself. Your handsome face is drenched in the wetness that flows from within me. Sweet wetness of passion and desire, an occasional squirt from within my parted labia falling upon you.

More and more, my hands race all over my shaking body. I cannot get enough nor does my body allow me to stop. Every part of me is afire, nipples and titties and baby clittie and hips and tummy and neck and ears and feet; even my toes are curling and uncurling.

In that total darkness I continue for the longest time to masturbate to my heart’s content. And after the final throes of my multiple orgasms finally quell down, I lie next to you.

It will be hours before you regain your erection. By then, I will be sound asleep in your arms. The smile on my face will say it all: my dreams are those of your hands and mine roaming my entire body. I awaken wit you riding atop me at daybreak, high up on a majestic mountain in the Rockies, repeatedly and deliciously plunging your very hard cock deep all the way up my ass just as the sun’s rays start to break the darkness of night.

They say the first date sets the tone for the rest of the relationship. For me, sweetheart, it is the beginning of countless hours of masturbating together side by side. Darling, I want to show you how I do it and how good it feels. Sweetie, I want to see how you do it. I want to learn all about your lovely little tiny penis and how unique you really are! You cock is so perfect and so beautiful… show me more, please!

And I yearn deeply to share infinite anal intercourses with the handsome, virile, powerfully sexual man that cares so much about me.

Courtney’s hands trembled and her heart pounded through her chest at the anticipation of the upcoming return of her husband who had been away for an extended business trip. As she stood in her tight t-shirt and a pink pair of boy shorts, that hugged her astounding figure, she noticed her nipples were hard and long and in anticipation of her master’s return. Over the years, her husband had become obsessed with stretching and extending her nipples. At first, this constant attention bothered her and was painful, but now it was a crucial part of lovemaking that made her pussy drip with anticipation. Due to this constant attention, her beautifully shaped nipples have developed into incredibly sensitive mounds that created a warm and moist feeling in-between her legs by simply brushing up against other people or wearing particular blouses and shirts. Also, Courtney was very self conscious of how her nipples looked in her workout bras and tight shirts, but over time enjoyed seeing the protruding nipple pushing through the material of her shirts. She realized that women and men alike would sometimes sneak a glimpse of her erect nipples, Courtney all the time knowing, that those same folks would love to lay their mouths on them and give them attention.

Snapped back to reality as she heard the phone ring. She realized she didn’t have time to answer it as time was drawing near. As she moved swiftly back and forth throughout the bedroom, her erect nipples brushed repeatedly on her t shirt and it was pain and pleasure at the same time. Ultimately, she couldn’t resist the urge anymore. She gently reached under her shirt and gently tugged on one of them and heard a moan escape from her own lips. As she tugged at her nipple to extend it’s length out to a full inch, she felt a stirring in between her legs as her pussy began to ache. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and how slutty she looked standing there stretching her nipple to over two inches in length. She knew she had to stop but the sight of it pulled between her thumb and forefinger and the feeling was starting to get her heart pounding. She knew she couldn’t stand there pulling on her nipples much longer, soon her master would be home and he would be treating her body to the desires that she has come to desire and need over the time of their relationship. She knew that her mouth, pussy and ass would be filled with cock and her body left exhausted.

All of those things and much more were on the sex schedule for tonight for when he got home, but she had to focus on getting ready. Jeff had been away for some time, and her sexual desire and lust was starting to take control of her entire thought process. She was becoming consumed by the anticipation of the upcoming sex. As she stood in front of the mirror and thought of their deviant sexual history of threesomes and more, she unconsciously rubbed her pussy mound over her cotton panties. She stood there marveling the shape of her frame, due to years of hard fitness training, she realized that she was blessed with the body of an tight 18 year old with a perfect set of tits. How slutty and beautiful she looked at the same time with one hand manipulating her elongated nipple and now one rubbing her pussy mound, feeling her enlargening clit begin to swell with blood. She stole another glance in the mirror and she was excited and embarrassed at the same time, what a little slut she thought, as she snickered to herself.

Courtney’s mind was brought back to reality as she realized her pussy juice was now dripping down the inner part of her thigh. She tentatively reached down to her forbidden juice and ran a finger along the inside of her bronzed and tone thigh, and scooped up a droplet on her forefinger. She knew the right thing to do was to wipe it off, but the urge and her aching pussy told her otherwise. She gently lifted her finger to her mouth so she could taste the clean tasting pre juices seeping out from her now soaked pussy. The flavor was ever so slightly sweet and salty, and now she understood why Jeff said it tasted clean and delicious. Her mouth sucked effortlessly at the finger and cleaned it completely off. It was like holding back a rushing tide to not have another taste of her own pussy juice, but she knew that she was running out of time.

Moments later she stood in front of the mirror. Dressed in black lace crotchless panties and bra, black thigh highs and high heels. Her beautifully toned body, caramel colored skinned looked fantastic against the black outfit. She knew she had one last thing to do before he walked in the door, the asshole plug needed to be put in. She reached for the slim butt plug and the lubricant. She gently began to lubricate the entire length of the 5 inch butt plug. Next, she took additional lubricant and began to press her fingers against her forbidden opening. She was familiar with this pressure as Jeff consistently fucked her ass two to three times a week. It was a completely different feeling when he wanted to rape her backside rather than her tight pussy. Jeff took special pleasure in ravishing her backside and typically her asshole would hurt her for days afterward. Again, it was pleasure measured with pain. She loved the full feeling of his meaty cock buried full up in her rectum. Although painful at some point, she would pull him in tighter to ensure that his balls were slapping on her bum.

As her fingers began to spread her tight asshole in prep for the upcoming plug, she felt her fingers push past her sphincter muscle and deeper into her rectum and stretch it open. Quickly she grabbed the lubricated dildo, replaced her fingers and began to push in the ass plug. It felt cool to her inside, but quickly warm as it pushed farther up her ass. She knew it was secure when the ball end of the dildo pushed into her bum and was securely locked in place and now she could walk around with it securely fastened to her bottom. She always wondered why she did such things, how slutty and whoreish it was to walk around with something like this stuffed in her bottom. Sometimes he would make her put it in and walk around the house for the entire day with it in. She would drop off the kids at school and talk to the other MILF’s and wonder does anybody else walk around with things stuffed in their ass? Does anybody else have a master that requires that their nipples get stretched long and their asshole’s to loosen up and made easier to fuck? All good questions but not ones that get easily resolved and pondering them now was pointless.

Soon the dildo was pushed over the knob and was set securely in place inside her bum. It was an incredibly arousing feeling, she felt as though she was a sexual slave there for his abuse, and all slaves need a collar, in this case her collar was an ass plug used to stretch her hole in anticipation of a anal raping that would take place later. This plug will stretch her perfect star so that when it comes time for the assault on her backside, her hole will accept him quickly and will allow him to pound her bottom ruthlessly without causing her much pain while waiting for him to shoot his seed deep inside her anal cavity.

As the door opened her heart skipped a beat, the time was now. He walked directly across the kitchen and straight up to his slave and greeted her with a kiss on the lips . Shaking with anticipation, she responded, I love you and I have prepared myself as you desired and I all of my holes are yours to use as well. Jeff stood back a step and looked at his stunning wife, crotchless panties, black thigh highs and heels, exactly as he loves his slaves. He reached up with both hands and firmly took hold of each of her nipples between his forefinger and thumb. They both knew what his intentions were and considering how long he had been away, she knew the pain might be more than the pleasure due to his long time away. He began to twist Courtney’s nipples and then began to stretch them out. The chill ran down her spin all the way to her still aching and dripping pussy. Her head was down and watched as her sensitive nipples stretched and were pulled long away from her chest. First it was one inch, then he continued to pull them out until they were stretched a full two to two and half inches from her mounds. At this point, it was all she could do not to cry out but she knew if she did, he would only pull harder. Jeff demanded that she raise her head and look at him in the eyes. Court picked her head up and he whispered, you are a good slave and you understand that I will stretch and pull these because I like to, I don’t really care if it hurts and you understand that, don’t you? She understood and whisper, my body is yours to use and play with.

As he continued to pull and tug on her now numb and distended nipples, her pussy juice was literally dripping and making spots down her leg. She could feel the droplet hang on her pussy lips then drop to hit her lower thigh or around her knee. Jeff noticed the drip and wanted to exploit this. He whispers, turn around and show me how good you have prepared yourself. Courtney turns around and bends over to expose her ass to her master. As she bends over, Jeff looks for the butt end sticking out of her rump. Spread your asscheeks with both hands and show me. Courtney reached around with both hands and pulled aside her beautifully round and caramel colored asscheeks exposing the beige colored buttplug securely in her asshole. Jeff reached out and pushed it farther in, Courtney responded with a grunt. Although pushed into the hilt, he pushed harder and harder to ensure she felt it against her anal walls. He was now pushing hard enough to that she had to brace herself against the bureau so that she didn’t fall forward onto it.

After a few minutes of this punishment, he removed the dildo all the way out and he saw her sphincter quickly retract tightly closed. In his mind, Jeff was upset. He really wanted her asshole to stay loose and open due to all the punishment he has given her tight hole, but Courtney’s body was ripped and she was an incredible athlete and was fighting the looseness instinctively. The last time he pulled the dildo out, he checked it for cleanliness, and it was spotless. He instructed her to turn her head to the left and clean it off. She hated this and understood the risk of infection but again, it was expected. She felt him push the remarkably clean dildo pushing into her mouth and her mouth and lips worked to ensure it was entirely cleaned off of the lubricant and any ass juice. The taste was mild and actually got her a little hotter thinking of much of a slut she has become over the years. She would have never thought of going ass to mouth on herself with a dildo, but over the years Jeff has developed her inner slut where she was willing to try and perform mostly any task. She didn’t even know the dildo was removed from her mouth until she felt it push back into her sphincter and was set securely back in place.

On instructions, Courtney turned back around and was instructed to kneel in front of him. As she lowered herself to the floor, she felt the dildo stretch her hole a little more until she was resting comfortably on her knees. She knew the drill and immediately started to undo his belt and pants until she was greeted with his meaty cock bobbing up and down before her eyes. This is an activity that Courtney has long loved. She is an oral god, she loves the art of cock sucking, the smoothness of his head and shaft as it penetrates her pouty lips and the warmness of his cock as it sits and plunges in and out of her mouth. She truly was an oral slut and loved to have her mouth used as humping and dumping ground.

If interested in next chapter…let me know.

After two visits to help Kitty surprise her husband with her lactating breasts, Mark is becoming very attached to her. The third visit promises to show results soon.


I’d had ‘Friday on my Mind’ but it was no Easybeat melody. Some of the plain Jane’s I was sucking to get them milking were really into the business arrangement. One stood up the whole time until I was done. Just get on the tit and get out. But knowing I was coming back to see Kitty made the other clients worth bearing.

As Friday morning neared I knew that I was going to see you again and your wonderful tits would be puffy and full. We might even get a drip or two today, you were so advanced. I was quite skipping along the path as I went to the front door. I knocked and waited, wondering how you would be dressed today – the skimpy negligee or the housedress? I waited and then I heard footsteps. The door opened and there was a man standing there, tall, well-built and quite a good looking bloke and I instantly recognised him from the photos inside as the husband.

“Hello, can I help you?” he asked.

Quickly my training came to the fore. I knew you had stated this was a secret surprise for your husband so I improvised, “Yeah is Jamie in?”


“Jamie … Jamie Martin. He was supposed to meet me at the shop.”

“I’m sorry mate but I think you’ve got the wrong address .. there’s no-one here by that name.”

By now you were at his side looking shocked, and in a housedress. One answer I guess.

“Is there a Jamie next door perhaps?”

“No sorry. Just an old lady.”

“Oh sorry buddy – must have written his address down wrong or something. Cheers.”

As I turned to go I saw you mouth, ‘two hours’ to me and I got the message to be back then. I left and went back to my car. A close call but I am sure he’s none the wiser. I got on the phone and called Mrs Jenkins, my 11:30 appointment and she was free because her hubby was interstate for a couple of weeks so I went around to her place for the appointment and sorted out an hour on her floppy boobs.

Two hours later I was back and you answered the door in your sexy negligee and quickly ushered me in.

“I am so sorry Mark. He surprised me by taking the day off but he’s gone to golf now so he won’t be back for hours.”

I barely heard the comment as I studied the generous breasts pushing the negligee away from your taut stomach. “Shall we begin?”

“Well yes but you should know that … um .. well, it’s just that having taken the day off we … um sort of. We had sex and he was sucking my tits.” You started to whine like a little girl, “I know you said I shouldn’t let him but, well – we just got carried away. It won’t do any harm will it?”

I spoke soothingly, “Let me see once we are settled but I don’t think it will be a problem. I did notice they look a little puffy. They are growing aren’t they?”

“Yes, I have to use the outer clips on my bra and I think the DD cups are becoming a little too small.”

“Don’t worry. When the time comes I will measure you for a new bra and we can arrange a visit to our shop. It’s all part of the service. Now how about we get comfortable? Is there anything you need from me before we start?”

Remembering how horny you were on Wednesday and the way you had asked me to finger you during the session I guessed that you might want that again although you had already had sex with your hubby. I was somewhat surprised then when you said,

“Well, actually … there is something. I hope it’s not too much but, well … you know how you did what you did the other day … I mean … um… at my back door? Could you do that again … please … if you don’t mind?”

You had the most gorgeous look of embarrassment on your face and you couldn’t see that you were asking a man to finger you while he sucked your tits – I am the luckiest man in the world. I tried not to make it sound that way, “Oh of course Kitty. Please relax. You can ask me anything. Let’s sit.”

You took your usual place and I leaned over and opened your flimsy negligee. You shrugged it from your shoulders and you were naked on the couch. I could smell the aroma of your sex and wondered what I was about to find. I fondled each breast gently at first and then tested the muscle and sinew and the pliability of the nipple. You eased back into the lounge and closed your eyes and sighed gently as I finished the preliminaries. Soon I was up on the lounge and leaning in to start taking the first nipple into my mouth. I immediately allowed my hand to caress along your thigh towards your moist pussy and as my fingers drew near the outer lips you flinched.

“No, just the back … please.”

I was curious that you didn’t want any other stimulation or preparation but your wish was my command. As I reached under you, you shuffled forward and spread your lovely long legs to grant me easy access to your bum. There was obvious moisture there on your perineum – the aftermath of an orgasm I supposed. Using that fluid as a lubricant I was able to start the massage of your tight rear muscle which gripped at the invading finger but relaxed quickly to allow a little penetration. That first tip moving into your sphincter brought a monumental sigh. You really did love this feeling.

I suckled on your breast and quickly the flesh had stretched into my mouth and the nipple was lodged at the back of my throat. I had a good clean suction and your breast was melding to the shape of my mouth. Again you sighed but I recognised this as the result of the tingling arousal of your nipple, and the cupping and massaging of your breast confirmed my thought that this tit was indeed bigger as I stretched my mouth wider to capture the broad areola that was clearly darker and bigger as a result of the stimulation. I wondered if hubby had noticed as he sucked.

My finger was snaking into your arse hole and was now a couple of knuckles deep and rotating, massaging the inner walls where earlier today your husband’s cock had been only millimetres away inside your other cavity. The tight muscle was stretching and steadily relaxing and allowing the invasion to continue. You were moaning at the feeling and the pressure in your tit.

After a continuous session of sucking you, as I started to move to the other breast, you glanced down at me in that glazed, ecstatic way and simply said, “Do two … please?”

As I moved in on your other nipple and commenced to vacuum it into my stretched mouth, I slipped a second finger into you alongside the first and you gasped and then let out a long moan as you pushed your hips down to encourage the deeper penetration. You easily accepted the second finger and they were soon pushing deeply inside your dark pleasure. Your breast continued to swell with the attention I gave it and your hand was again at the back of my head holding me to you, pulling me into your very core. I had no doubt that your arousal at the breast was at least matched by the tingling sensation that burned through your hips as I delved my fingers into you. Your body shook as you quaked and put a strangle hold on my digits that were now pressed as deep as they could go into you and wriggling to stretch your girth.

“Three!” I heard you whisper hoarsely.

There was ample moisture and the third finger slipped in like it had lived there its whole life and I was soon pumping your bum hard and strong and you were quaking and shivering in your excitement. I was wondering if you weren’t about to explode in an anal orgasm. I’d heard of these and it seemed like you were about to demonstrate. Your tit was nestled deeply in my mouth and you were panting hard and then I felt and heard you,

“Ungh … ohhhh … oh my God! Ahhhhhhhh!” and my fingers were clenched in a grip that I thought might break them and then you descended from that pinnacle and I kept a slow stroking in and out of you.

Our session time was up and you were clearly a sexual wreck and I assumed that I would have to think of some way to deal with the rock hard cock in my pants as your tit popped sloppily from my mouth. I realised I too had been a little carried away with the intensity of my suckling when I saw the two reddened peaks as I sat back. You sighed and opened your eyes and looked at me. There was a strange twinkle in your eye and you looked down into my swollen lap and smiled cheekily.

“I guess I did that didn’t I?”

I laughed, “Ahh, yes, I guess so … but that is alright.” I started to move.

“No Mark, that isn’t fair. But there is something I would like you to do for me that might help.”

I wasn’t going to miss a chance with this stunningly hot lady, “Sure what can I do?”

“Well, it seems, many years ago that … um … to keep a girl a virgin for her wedding, the Greeks would only … erm … ‘take advantage’ of her one way as that wasn’t considered to be ‘having sex’ – that’s why they call it Greek. So I guess our contract would still not be broken if you were to … erm … do me that way. Would you mind helping me try it?”

Was she kidding? Here I am getting a history lesson from this hottie who wants it up the bum after I’ve already loosened the back door! We’d done everything except fucking traditional style and she was worried about the contract? “Sure .. of course I’ll help you!”

I tried to sound relaxed and professional and I am sure I failed 100%!

I was out of my pants in a second and Kitty simply rolled around on the lounge so that her butt was in the air and her face towards the armrest. I moved in behind her. “What about lubricant Kitty?”

She spoke over her shoulder, “Don’t worry I am sure I am still pretty wet down there but use some spit if you need to.”

I moved behind her and there were the glorious glistening holes of this woman’s being, her wondrous labia majora inflamed and wet and above those lovely lips her still open hole where my fingers had been working only minutes before.

My cock was straining straight and hard and I thought briefly, she wants me to take her bare back, still we haven’t used any protection so far. I moved closer between her spread thighs and saw that winking hole. I leaned forward and gently kissed her perfect rounded and firm buttock.

“Ummm,” she moaned.

I poked my tongue out and gently traced the rim of her sphincter and tentatively nudged it into her open hole, “Ooh yesss!” leaked from her buried face.

I slid my tongue around her and across her perineum, that tight wrinkled flesh that holds a million nerve ending, “OOOOOhhhh!!!”

And I thought what the hell and I plunged it between those closed fat wet lips of her cunt and into her. Immediately she yelped, “Noooo!” and clamped her cunt shut on my probing tongue but it was too late as I tasted the salt as her clamping expelled her husband’s remnant cum onto my tongue. The hot tangy mixture of her juices and his cum was a nectar I couldn’t believe could taste so good! I held her hips and buried my face into her to suckle the last drops, slurping them from her now gaping womb as she wailed her protest only to immediately change to moaning approval as I cleaned her completely.

“Oh my God that is so hot! Suck me! Get it all!”

My cock was twitching with insane arousal. I sat up, dribbled some of the silken mixture onto my palm and stroked it along my cock before pointing it to the holy grail before me and pushing into Kitty’s anus. “Ohhhh … YESSSS!”

I slipped straight in with little resistance and I was soon pumping into her fast, slamming my thighs against her bum cheeks and she shifted to lift up onto all fours doggy style and I could feel my balls slapping against her wet cunt as she pushed back against my inward thrusts.

“Oh my God – your balls! More!!”

I moved into the doggy position over her back and buried my cock in her bum, repeatedly slipping it out to its full length and slamming it back in to her appreciative murmurs, moans and groans as they built to a crescendo. I reached around and found her pendulous full tits swinging below her with our motion, each inward pump swung the tits out and back from her face making me wonder if she could, or had, been sucking her own tits. I grasped those full melons in my hands as I pumped harder and I felt the moisture from each tit streaming into my palms. The warm fluid lubricated my massaging hands as I spread and coated Kitty’s big tits and tried to tug on her nipples despite the slippery wetness.

“Oh God! You’re milking Kitty!” I howled as I exploded inside her anal chute, spilling my cum to mix with the potion of her and her husband’s juices we’d used as lubricant. She clamped down hard on my invading manhood to the point that I could barely move it and she slumped forward and screamed into the pillow of the armrest as her anal orgasm rocked her world.

Thank God for the pillow or the neighbours would have invaded fearing a murder. Again an hour of arousal and an explosive orgasm left me depleted and my wilting cock soon slipped from Kitty as she fell away beneath me. I fell into the lounge and she rolled over.

“That is the biggest orgasm I have ever had!”

“Well I think it is safe to say you are a natural at anal sex!”

“What made you suck me clean? That was so hot!”

“It just happened and yes it was hot. I think that last bit of extra arousal is why your tits are leaking a little.”

For the first time she looked down and saw the faint smear of the pale milky fluid that coated her nipples and she gently scraped a finger across her boob and brought it to her mouth to taste the life-giving nectar. “Umm!”

“Don’t over do it but, now the milk is starting to come, we should see quick results. You want to still keep this a secret from Hubby?”

She nodded. Internally I was laughing – the milk or my fucking in the arse?

“Then he can’t touch you for the next couple of days. You will only leak a little, but for a lot of the time. Just add a couple of soft cotton pads to the inside of your bra to soak it up and protect your clothes. I think one more session will see you letdown your milk and then he will be able to keep you going from there, okay?”

“You’re the doctor, Mark,” she giggled.

We got up from the lounge and I dressed.

“I think I might need a shower before he gets home.”

I thought about the semen oozing from her backside that I had just deposited and I agreed, “Probably a good idea. Now what time Sunday?

“Oh God! We have people staying all weekend – that’s why he took the day off.”

“Okay then, Monday? But you will have to keep massaging the girls to keep them from drying up. Can you do that without spoiling the surprise?”

“Yes, I will be careful.”

“Fine Kitty, I will see you on Monday at 10. Bye.”

“Bye Mark … and thanks. You have no idea the world you opened for me today. Thank you!”

She kissed me on the cheek and I was gone – and already pondering what else could happen on Monday!

Everyone knows that even the very best dreams eventually come to an end. It was with this thought in mind that I approached Kitty’s house on the Monday morning. Having been with her three times last week and seeing how quickly she had started to lactate as a special surprise for her husband, I knew that it was likely that after today my services would no longer be needed. She was quite the most effervescent and excitable lady I had ever known in my not too extensive experience. I guess it was as much that she had been my first ever client with Milkers R Us that gave her a special place in my mind and heart. And the fact that we had been fucking like rabbits after every session … in one way or another.

Still the job was ahead of me and I fully expected that she would have let down her milk almost completely over the weekend just with her own stimulation, having leaked heavily on Friday. She would no longer need me as hubby would pick up the reins so to speak. After today I would be concentrating on the other rather thankless clients I had and probably filling the gap in the schedule vacated by Kitty with some new client. The world moves on I guess and we weren’t short of requests for our services at MRU. I’d never have thought it was such a lucrative business.

Driving to her house I knew I had to put aside my misery to make the session as successful as all the others. I pulled up outside and wandered to the door with my bag. Today I would almost certainly need my supplies. As I approached the small raised verandah the door opened. Oh my God! There she was in plain view, her boobs bursting from her too small bra and a pair of lace panties that barely hid the outline of her finely sculpted thighs and loins. Having scanned her form, I looked up into her eyes and saw the pain in her expression.

“Oh Mark! Thank God you’ve arrived!” she blurted out.

I quickly entered the hallway and she closed the door behind me as I enquired, “What’s wrong Kitty?” hearing the concern I my own voice.

“It’s the pain Mark! They hurt so much!” she sobbed. “It’s got steadily worse since yesterday.”

“Come on Kitty, let me see what’s wrong,” I responded what I hoped was tenderly.

She rushed into the bedroom, her now huge tits bouncing with every step despite being gathered loosely in the bra that was ill suited to the task anymore. As she walked she whimpered in pain. I followed her into the familiar room and dropped my bag on the floor as I watched her climb onto the bed. Once ensconced she reached behind her to unfetter the girls and, in this light, I could now see that her bra was soaked through. As the cups fell from her breasts they sagged forward with their added size and weight and, immediately that they were exposed to the air, they started to leak steadily.

“My goodness Kitty, they are full,” I exclaimed, a little relief in my voice as I realised the situation.

She was in no danger, she just didn’t know what to expect in the three days since I was here last. Perhaps the fact that we were too busy having wonderful sex meant that I hadn’t done my job quite well enough in explaining to her what would happen if she kept massaging all weekend without expressing as well. I felt the pangs of guilt but I knew I could redeem the situation quite quickly.

“”Ohhh it hurts! Do something!” her voice dragged me back to the moment.

“Sorry Kitty but it’s alright. It’s good news and bad news. Your milk is producing quickly but your breasts are still developing the shape and strength in their sinews to hold the added weight. You will get used to it quickly but you will also have to regularly get rid of the extra milk by getting hubby involved or by expressing it yourself. You can get a pump to help, but for today I am here. Okay?”

She nodded with a wan smile and her tits jiggled before my eyes. I was fucking her from behind the other day when I felt her leaking. Today I would get my first, and probably last, taste judging by the dilemma I found her in. Easing my way onto the bed beside her I did a cursory visual check. Her distended nipples and enlarged areolae told me her milk was well on its way. The tell-tale veins running across under the surface of her translucent skin said her tits were growing. That was painfully obvious to us both when I considered the DD bra she was trying to use had barely kept the pair in and certainly offered no real support. My quick guess was she was now close to an F cup but we would check that later.

I reached out to gently check for the tenderness I knew would be present. I wasn’t surprised when she jumped at the contact and a little spray of thin fluid leapt from her nipple across my hand.

“Sorry Kitty,” I apologised for the pain I’d caused.

“Oh please just hurry and do something!” she both pleaded and demanded.

I leaned over and as gently as I could I covered her nipple with my mouth and sucked slowly. I was immediately rewarded with a thin flow of the sweet and strong tasting first fluid ever taken from this woman. She gasped a little in the initial contact but it was a mix of pain and release. I sucked a little harder and the stream developed into a steady flow that filled my mouth and my senses, the warm tit flesh at my face and the long fat nipple partly filling my mouth. I gently caressed the side of the breast and fell into a reverie as I joined with her in this intimate connection. In my mind I knew that there was a hormone at work here that made Kitty want this connection – the mothering instinct – while all her other hormones cried out for sexual fulfilment. But first the pain needed to be removed so I slowed down once I could feel the tight flesh ease to a pliable warmth in my hand. I knew she needed the other breast relieved before we could take the feeding further.

Switching to the other side and lying across her lap, she cradled me to her nipple and instantly that I latched on she cooed her release of tension. Barely a minute had gone by on each breast and it was a different woman now holding me as I could hear her sighs and feel her breathing deepen as she cradled me to her. I pulled away momentarily.

“Does that feel better?”

“You have no idea Mark!”

“Good but you mustn’t let them get that full again,” I said looking up into her serene face, “For a while you will find it painful as your breasts accommodate the changes but you will soon find the pain is almost gone. Okay?”

“Sure, I understand,” she smiled, all the anguish now gone from her glowing smile, “but you aren’t finished are you?” she added eagerly.

“No Kitty, I just wanted to ease your pain first. I will empty each one this morning but you must understand that we have tricked your body into believing you have a baby to take care of, so you will keep producing at least as much as it would need and it would feed every few hours normally. You will have to plan your day a bit around this if hubby isn’t here to help you. That’s why I mentioned the pump.

“Fine, I understand but … we can talk about that later can’t we?” her eyes and voice begged.

I smiled and returned to my most pleasurable duty. I leant back down to the mountainous peak before me and sucked in the nipple and proceeded to add pressure to my suction so that the nipple would distend further into my mouth and the flow would increase. It was quickly a steady stream and I could feel her flesh wilting as her ducts emptied their treasure into my stomach. Obviously so early in letting down she wasn’t yet producing her maximum but if this was any indication, she would be making plenty of milk soon, certainly more than her husband would be able to help with once at night.

As her left breast gave its last dregs I could sense rather than see a distinct change in Kitty’s body language. My face was pulled in close to her breast and held firmly to her tit while her legs had splayed across the bed opening access once again to her nether regions. As I pulled away to change sides and see the reddened and swollen nipple and its puffed and dimpled brown surrounding skin slip from my mouth, Kitty sighed deeply, “Finger me … please?” she begged dreamily.

Her wish … my command; what else could a man do? As I latched on to her right nipple, I slid my hand along her thigh and again a sigh as she dragged me into her full bosom, smothering my face with her fleshy boob. My hand quickly found the heat of her thigh increasing until, like a stray straw in a camp fire, I followed its heat into the inferno. She was a molten mess beneath her skimpy panties that I pushed aside to find her open wet pussy coated in her juices. My own enjoyment of this sensation translated to an increase in my sucking and her vocalising her joy, “Oh yessss!”

Her rapture showed as her nipple flooded my mouth which was when I felt her squeezing her breast to increase the flow. My fingers slipped easily into her fleshy folds and I found her swollen clit with my thumb. First contact brought a yelp of joy as she clamped hard on my fingers which only served to increase their effect as her well-lubricated lips didn’t hold them out. My internal massage was making her breathing ragged and her breast was coming to an end of its supply. I could now feel the looseness in the skin that told me the mammary glands were temporarily empty. She knew as she slowly eased the pressure to hold me to her.

“That felt so good! Will you help me again Mark?” she said softly as she looked distractedly down into my eyes. Right now I was hers; there was nothing I wouldn’t do. I think she knew that was the case as she didn’t wait for an answer but simply said, “Lie flat on the bed beside me please?”

She shuffled away slightly as I rolled from her breasts and lay flat, facing the ceiling. She moved quickly and decisively, throwing her leg across my chest and turning to sit up. Within seconds her open smooth cunt lips were in my view as she straddled my head and began to lower herself to my face. She was upright holding the headboard and facing the wall. Kitty’s wetness dripped a trail on my neck and chin as she got closer to my reaching tongue and then we were one as she pushed down and I plunged in, my probing appendage spearing into her open hole, roaming around and sampling the delectable flavours of womanhood.

“Oh yes please!! More … deeper!” she growled above me as she increased the pressure sitting on my face by rotating her hips. The bed squeaked and, with her rhythmic movements and her gyrations, she pushed me into the mattress in an ecstatic prison between her thighs.

“I love these huge tits! Tongue me more Mark!”

I could only imagine the view of those gorgeous rounded globes bouncing in time to her movements above me while all I could do, pinned beneath her, was reach up behind her and try to steer her hips so that the occasional gap allowed me to suck in some air. The flood of her juices continued as she now focused her movement to grinding her clit against my nose while I probed her inner walls. It was hard to breathe but I couldn’t care less if this was how I was to die, wrapped entirely in this woman. Everything about her being told me her orgasm was imminent – her flow of juice, her voice and breathing and the way she ground hard into my face. And then she froze! I couldn’t see anything but I could paint this picture. My mind’s eye told me from experience all I needed to know.

Her long slim body was frozen in pleasure, her tits still bouncing and rising with her short sharp breaths as her face was aglow in a dream with her mouth agape screaming a silent prayer of thanks to the universe. I continued to probe and lap at her inner folds only now she winced as I came near her button of pleasure, so sensitive immediately after her orgasm. And then she released all the tension in her body and a guttural sigh of joy emanated from her telling me she was in heaven.

Shortly she lifted from me to release me from my trap. I kissed her thigh as it swung away and she fell to the bed beside me.

“I don’t believe how hot that sucking makes me! I’ve done it to you again haven’t I?” she giggled a little nervously. She was again referring to the tent in my pants that told her this whole thing was sexy as Hell.

“Do all your clients react like me? You must be exhausted!”

I had to laugh and muttered, “Client confidentiality Kitty. I don’t kiss and tell.”

“Hmm I think I knew that when I first saw you.”

She leaned over and kissed me gently, quickly breaking off, “Gee I taste sweet! She exclaimed with a chuckle.

“Yes you do, at both ends. Your body chemistry is definitely changing,” I remarked.

“So how can I help you now?” she asked, looking knowingly at my erection.

“I believe a gentleman allows the lady to …”

“Oh I’m no lady – you know that. Let’s face it I’m a bitch in heat when you suck my tits and you have had me in every hole. Do my arse for me again … please kind sir?” she mocked and she was upon my pants zip in a second.

Quickly we were both naked and Kitty was stroking my chest, feeling my nipples. They stood up to her attention.

“Wow they’re sensitive aren’t they? Jim’s just sit there but yours are begging to be sucked,” and she leaned over to draw one into her mouth and soon she was returning the favour I had done her a short while before. My nips have always been tender and that’s probably why I had such an affinity for the job. They ached as she played with one, rolling and tweaking it, and suckled the other. Running her tongue around and feeling the tightness of my areola on her lips, she got carried away and I arched up off the bed to meet the heavy suction she provided, my cock straining and leaking seminal fluid.

“Oh my!” she gasped as she released my nipple. I looked into her glazed eyes again and could tell she was aroused. She was flustered but turned and reached into the bedside table and brought out a tube of lube. Soon she was stroking my hardness with the cool greasy fluid, her petite hand sliding up and down with her fingers encircling my girth and dragging the meaty foreskin back to expose the mushroomed, sensitive head. She watched her actions intently for a while feeling the tension growing in my tool until she looked into my eyes and simply said, “Please?”

She released me and turned to arrange herself on all fours on the bed. I sat up and moved into position behind her. I started to caress her hips as I moved closer and then took some of her juices to insert in her backdoor to make access easier. I started to massage and coat the tiny bud in the centre of her firm bum cheeks.

“No!” she said, “Just do me. I don’t mind if it hurts.”

I took her at her word and I took her.

Pushing my firm swollen knob to her cheeks I found the tight puckered opening; lifting up I was able to aim my shaft at her centre and pushed in past the resisting muscle.

“Ahhh!” she winced at the burning pain of my insertion but she simultaneously pushed back into me to get my whole cock as deep as she could on that first thrust. That action in itself was so incredibly erotic that I just leaned my body weight into her, the hard girth penetrating her, stretching her tight grip on me until I had bottomed out. Sliding in like that she had been clamping and releasing me with her over-worked muscles the whole time, the searing pain wracking her body as she cried, “Aaah! Ungh! Ugh!”

I nestled deep inside Kitty’s rear sheath until I was ready to move and then I withdrew and plunged back in again. Pounding her sphincter that clutched at my cock, it took only a few strokes to find her brown eye wide open and watching me invade her. Normally one to take time and care, I had never experienced this primal instinct to just take her. It was invigorating; I tingled from the contact and I was quickly losing control.

Soon I was pumping hard and fast into Kitty and she was again burying her face in the pillows as she screamed her arousal, shoving back in response to every powerful shafting I delivered. The heat of the moment and her internal flame threw me into her with abandon, our thighs slapping together in animal lust. As I maintained the long strokes in and out of her shit chute, I leaned in to capture her swinging melons and squeezed and pulled those wonderful nipples that flooded my hands with the renewing nectar … and quickly I flooded her. It was the most intense orgasm she had given me, every nerve ending of my being wrenched me into ecstasy as I grunted and roared my release into her backside as each paroxysm of pleasure fired my load of cum into her hot, tight hole. My stomach muscles clenched and cramped in the spasming exhaustion. The taboo of anal sex … with a client … when I was her first, and not her husband, just endeared her to me more. I wanted her – I’d just had her and I would soon be leaving. That thought more than anything made me wilt quickly after coming. I slipped from her behind and fell to the bed, spent. She was quickly nestled beside me.

“I love that so much! You have no idea what you have done for me in this last week or so. Thank you,” and she kissed me softly and sensuously. This was not a passionate, out of control kiss; was she feeling the same way? It was a line I could not cross no matter what my feelings, not if I wanted to keep this job.

We lay there comfortably in each other’s arms casually and naturally stroking and caressing each other. I realised that time was escaping me as I had another client in about an hour. I started to move to get up and Kitty moaned dreamily in that pleasant after sex atmosphere. I had a job to do so it was me who had to take the initiative.

“Kitty,” I whispered, “I need to go soon but there are some things I’d like to show you. Can you sit up please?

She moaned her assent and shifted to sit upright. I quickly got up and jumped back into my clothes constantly conscious of the close attention she paid my every movement. As I looked back I saw that she sat leaning on one hand, the full expanse of her bust proudly on display to me. God I wish I could take that photo!! She read my mind, “Got a camera on your phone Mark? Seems only fitting that you take a trophy for your … our suck-cess!” she giggled, deliberately emphasizing the separate syllables of her last word.

“Are you sure Kitty? You don’t mind?”

“I trust you Mark. I’m sure it won’t appear on the net until I put it there when you send me a copy. In fact, after I have told Jim, I might even let you use it in your advertising as a success story!” she laughed.

I found my bag and quickly rummaged around until I found my cell phone. I snapped a few shots and showed them to her for approval and she arranged herself in a couple of poses until she found a shot she liked. “There, done!” she said matter-of-factly, “Now what is it you wanted to show me?” she queried.

Sitting on the side of the bed I opened the bag and pulled out a few items. “Here you go Kitty, a couple of little gifts to help you out. These are nursing pads to stop the milk ruining your clothes. Slip them inside your bra. This is a sample pack of six but we sell bulk packs at cheaper than retail rates from our office.”

“Thanks!” she exclaimed with a chuckle, “I can throw away that stupid paper towel I was using!”

I had to laugh with her. “These are catching-cups that you can use during the day while at home. Here’s how they work.” I leaned forward to demonstrate, not really expecting success. “You wear these inside your bra while you are home; see how the cap has a little drainage hole in the side? Always keep that pointed up.”

I placed the domed cup over her nipple and its hole almost covered her expanding areola, “Ooh!” she murmured at the contact. Instantly she released a small spray of that sweet nectar which, under pressure, I could hear hiss as it splashed against the inside of the cup before it dribbled down the clear plastic to be captured in the round reservoir at the bottom.

I wandered in to work on Tuesday morning pondering what surprises the day might hold in store for me. I was still disappointed at the thought that I would probably no longer see Kitty after last night, my first and favourite client and greatest success when it came to getting her to produce milk. After only four sessions she was producing a steady stream that I knew would only increase with more stimulation, but her husband walking in on us just as I’d finished measuring her for a new bra to accommodate the dramatically bigger boobs she’d developed, certainly seemed to be the end of a beautiful friendship. Well not so much friendship but definitely a relationship. Kitty got extremely horny every time I visited and one thing had always led to another. But that was gone and I would have to take solace in looking after my three other clients and seeing to their needs.

“Hi Sue, any messages?” I asked our receptionist as I entered the offices of Milkers R Us.

“Hi Mark,” she replied brightly, “a couple for you.” Sue, a pretty, rather busty 25 year old was a good advert for our business as the front line to meet customers. She busied herself sifting through the notes to find my messages, “Here you go, have a nice day!” she smiled.

“Thanks Sue. You too.”

I read the messages – great a cancelation from Mrs Monotony … oops, Nowotny. She was the boring vinegar tits who made me stand up while I performed my services. God knows why she wants to milk as she doesn’t seem to enjoy getting her tits sucked. The other brightened my whole day! Kitty was coming in at 10 o’clock to have the bra fitting I’d recommended. Out with Monotony and in with Mammaries! I was excited just at the thought of seeing her again – at least I’d find out what her husband’s reaction had been. I had an hour to fill before she arrived so I went into the fitting room and started to browse the collection to decide what I thought she would like – some for daily wear and some for a bit of sexy fun and perhaps a couple of maternity ones just in case she needs the easy access to express her spare milk. Her husband, Jim, wouldn’t be there during the day and I still wasn’t sure if Kitty realised how much milk she was likely to produce.

It wasn’t long before a call came through to say that she was in the reception. I went to meet her and the butterflies were back in my stomach just like the first day I met her. Silly I know after all we had done together in the last week and a half but there it was! I suppose I was really nervous about what had come in the aftermath of my lucky escape yesterday after her husband had walked in on us – fortunately ‘relatively innocent’ just having finished a session. I entered reception and there she sat in a rather figure hugging dress that only further accentuated the huge bust line she now had. Seated side on to me, I could clearly see she was in desperate need of support and, it also appeared, emptying, as her tits strained within their confines. She turned and looked at me and again that pained expression I saw in her face yesterday was back. She got up as I approached and she walked and bounced towards me.

“Hi Mark. Is there somewhere we can talk please?”

“Sure, of course. Come this way,” and I turned and led her through to the office area where no doubt she would have had her initial meeting with one of the sales people to arrange her contract with us. I found an empty consultation room and we went in. Once seated I asked, “What’s the problem?”

“I think you know the answer Mark. I’m too full again and … well .. you see, Jim tried but he …uhm … he just couldn’t get it the way you do. He got a little and he thought it was fantastic so the surprise worked great but he just didn’t take enough.”

She winced in pain as she explained, that little embarrassed lilt in her voice.

“When was that Kitty?”

“Yesterday, after you left … and again last night … ha ha, and again this morning,” the nervous giggle betrayed her pain in favour of how much fun she was having with her surprise for Jim.

“Did you try to express the excess yourself?”

“Yes but it doesn’t seem to flow; just a couple of sprays and then a dribble, so not much came out and then it was just too tender to try any more.”

“I see. You will find that by the end of the week you will have completely letdown and it will flow harder. Lots of mums find they start feeding slowly but it builds up and I can promise you, you will have plenty of milk to give.”

“Can you help me today Mark please?” the soulful puppy eyes did their job but weren’t really necessary; I’d jump at any chance to suck these lovely melons of their nectar.

“Of course I can. Come down the hall with me to the Lactation Room and I will show you the pumps I was telling you about and I will arrange a demonstration for you straight away. How’s that?”

“Oh that would be fabulous,” she said as she rose and came around the desk to the door. I opened it and led the way. Just as I entered the hallway I heard Penny, one of the technicians ask, “Oh Mark, if you are going into The Dairy could you count the number of spare bottles for me please?”

Sternly I glared at her as I continued walking and Kitty appeared behind me, “Sure Penny, I’m just going to the Lactation Room now,” I emphasised, “I will let you know.”

Penny looked embarrassed as she looked at Kitty and then back to me, “Thanks,” she muttered and then mouthed ‘sorry!’ when Kitty wasn’t looking, and then she was gone.

“Hmmm ‘The Dairy’ … is that what you call it here?” Kitty asked with laughter in her voice.

It was my turn to be embarrassed, “Well … yes, it is the casual term we use but normally we try to avoid any clients hearing it. Not very professional of her was it?”

“I suppose not but at least it is honest. No use trying to hide what you do is there? I suppose if this is The Dairy, that makes me … umm … one of the cows???” She laughed out loud. “I think you know me well enough to know I don’t have too sensitive a set of sensibilities Mark! But I do need your help right now!”

“Sure. Come this way,” and we proceeded down the hall a few yards until we got to the door marked ‘Lactation’ and I opened the door and we walked in. No-one was there so we had the room to ourselves for a while at least. “Here, take a seat,” I said as I led Kitty to one of the armchairs at the side of the room and then I wheeled a milk pumping trolley over beside her. She was scanning the room, seeing its hospital style décor – all white and sterile – and she was clearly full of questions.

“Why four chairs?”

“We often have a few ladies at a time who come in for a session on the pump as they donate their excess milk.”

“What do you do with the excess, throw it out?”

“Goodness no. We donate it to the local maternity hospital. There are quite a few mothers who can’t produce enough milk for their babies, particularly when there are twins, triplets, etc. but also, sadly some mums just don’t produce milk at all and the baby needs milk. We freeze it and deliver it to the hospital – that’s why there were all those health questions on the initial interview.”

“Wow, I didn’t think of this as a community service,” she giggled again, “but it makes good sense really. Okay, so what do I do now?”

“If you open your dress I will get this ready.”

Kitty started to undo the string of buttons on the front of her dress and her bust proceeded to explode from the garment. I set up the pump and put clean bottles into the flow capture and plugged it in to the power. Looking back at Kitty, her breasts were bulging over her bra cups as she leaned forward to shrug off her dress so she could undo the bra. Soon she was topless and her enormous mammaries were leaking before my eyes. I spotted the pads in her bra and thought it was nice to see she had appreciated the little gift. I offered her a small sheet to cover herself up in case someone came in.

Rather boldly she stated, “No, don’t worry about that, I want to see what happens.”

Switching on the pumping machine, it hummed into life as I took the two funnel-like cups and made sure the hoses weren’t tangled before I gently massaged her left nipple to increase the moisture and then I spread that milk around her nipple so that, when I placed a sucking cap over the engorged point, a good connection would result.

“Ohh My God!!” Kitty exclaimed as the suction swallowed her nipple into the neck of the funnel and latched onto her firm, full breast covering her browned and dimpled flesh. It was firmly latched on and already the thin milky fluid was flowing down the tube in the rhythm to the soft popping sound of the pump. Her other nipple was spontaneously spraying in reaction to the ‘feeding’ until I had the chance to repeat the procedure with her right nipple and again she reacted.

“OOHH Sweet Jesus!!! That feels wonderful,” she gasped.

Quickly the machine was taking her milk as she sat back in a dream. “Mark this feels amazing having both sucked at the same time. OHHHH!!” she quivered.

“You might notice that the two connections are actually sucking alternately so that each breast is sucked separately. It isn’t really good to have them both sucked at the same time, at least not early on.”

“You speak for yourself sweetie!” Then, gasping, “I think I will need some of those nursing pads for my panties!” and then she laughed a wicked laugh.

“Can you adjust the suction Mark?” She looked down to see through the translucent plastic that her engorged and stretched nipple was being sucked into the spout of the funnel and, with every flip of the little diaphragm, another stream of milk was pulled from her hot body into the funnel, down the tube and into the catching bottle.

“Yes Kitty but, being your first time, I think it is best that we keep it on a lower setting to begin with. We don’t want to do damage to your nipple or flow by straining anything. A bit later you will be able to adjust to pressure, okay?”

She nodded dreamily. “What’s through there?” she asked conversationally, more I think to distract her from the rising feelings she was experiencing – and I knew where they usually led.

She had indicated the adjacent room. “Just another milking room only with a massage table instead of chairs.”


“Well some ladies prefer to sit upright as you are now while others prefer to lie down as they are milked.”

“How does that work?” she asked quizzically.

“I will show you later when we finish. We can arrange pretty much anything that you want. We have a couple of our ladies who come in and use the massage table next door as they have special needs.”

“Really? I’m intrigued,” she glowed back at me. The tell-tale signs of her horniness clearly showed but there was little chance of doing anything about it here at work. The bottles were getting up to about a quarter full and the flow from Kitty’s breasts was slowing. Soon it was down to a bare dribble and time to disconnect. As I busied myself removing the cups and placing them in the steriliser and labelling the bottle before placing it in the freezer, Kitty started, “I’ve got to tell you something Mark.”

I stopped as I was disconnecting the pump, knowing a tech would come in to sterilise and clean it and turned to her, noticing she had made no attempt to put her dress or bra back on, “What is it Kitty?”

She looked at me with that same glazed look and dreamy eyes that told me at least some parts of her weren’t really here on Earth. “I think you can guess … at least some of it Mark. That machine’s sucking isn’t as nice as yours but it still has the same effect on me. My tits are so tingly, I’m soaking my panties! But there is something else … you!”

I was standing rooted to the spot as these words pierced my brain. What was she saying?

“On that first day you came to my place, I had promised myself that I would be faithful to Jim and that I would stick by the contract. But you were so lovely and patient and polite that, when I saw the lump in yours pants, I almost came then and there. I could tell you had a lovely thick cock and it looked like a nice size too and I couldn’t wait to see it – that’s why I sucked you that first day. I just loved your big fat cock!”

I was amused but aroused and clearly she had the advantage of me as she looked down to see him stirring in my pants. Her description I thought was rather generous. I’d been in enough football, basketball and school change rooms to know that my thickish six inches is pretty average and guys I’d seen like one mate nicknamed ‘Drainpipe’ clearly had more to brag about. Either she was not that experienced or she was spinning me a line. Either way I was hard and worried someone would walk in any second.

“After sucking you I knew you had a lot more than Jim has to offer. Don’t get me wrong, he is a dedicated lover but he’s just not as … um … fulfilling shall we say?”

Her talk was having her desired effect but this was my workplace! Could I risk it? Should I?

“Let me show you the other room Kitty,” I interrupted as I started toward the other door, my decision made. She seemed put off but I think she would like what I was going to show her.

“Oh, okay …” and she followed. I opened the door and she entered and stopped just inside. I closed the door behind us and quietly flicked the lock. She stood there looking at the table in the middle of the small room, she then quickly turned and moved into my arms and reached up and kissed me deeply. She mashed her bosom into my chest while her thighs did a rumba on my projecting dick. She broke away and said, “Show me how it works.”

We moved next to the cushioned table. I showed her how it was basically a normal massage table except for a few features including one that had a section we could remove so that her breasts would hang down below the table and the pump was mounted beneath on a shelf.

“Let me see!” she cooed.

I lifted out the large figure-eight shaped insert and there was the pair-of-mammaries sized hole near one end of the table. “Oh my! I have to try it!” she said. She pushed past me to walk to the end of the table and shrugged her dress off. It fell in a pool at her feet and she then simply leaned over the end of the table and allowed her sagging empty tits to slip through the hole until she was lying with her torso flat.

“Oh my God … Mark, this is why you call it The Dairy! You can milk my udders like a cow in the dairy! That is so hot. Please … you have to fuck me! Right now!!”

I was mesmerised as I saw her hanging tits sway gently below the table and my cock was pulsing in my pants. I stepped behind her and undid my pants zip. What was I doing? All of the technicians had a key; any one could walk in at any time? Stuff them! Let them enjoy the show! From behind Kitty I could smell her juices as her own special aroma filled my senses and the room. Unleashing my throbbing member I looked at her hips and saw her wet panties, soaked at the crotch. Suddenly it dawned on me – where did she want it? I’d fucked her arse but never her obviously wanting pussy. She again read my mind and answered my thought.

“Forget the contract; fuck my pussy now … please!” she begged.

Her need was in her voice and my need was in my hand and very soon it steered to her waiting moisture as I slipped aside her flimsy material to see her open wet lips pouting at me. My ‘big dick’ as she said was sliding its gently curved shaft into her wanting hole and she clamped down on it to increase the feel. Its rigid girth stretched her tight walls against her minimal resistance as she let out a guttural moan, “Oh my God that is so thick! I can feel your veins sliding against my insides. Please pump me!”

I was already building a steady stroking rhythm as I pushed deeply into her and withdrew so that her outer lips were clawing at my foreskin to chew it back into her. Just for once in our encounters I was not in any urgent need to rush or finish except for the chance of getting caught. I had already dismissed that thought as I stroked into her hot wet walls on my first stroke. Kitty reached back and spread her cheeks gasping, “Harder! Deeper! Oh God Jim’s dick never feels that big inside me!”

As she said that I felt her whole body shimmy on my impaled meat as she had her first orgasm and her juices sluiced from her womb to flow down our legs as they slapped together on each forceful drive I threw into her. I was grateful the table was bolted to the floor given the way we made it rock back and forth. The scintillating sensations as she clamped on me again in her spasm of joy was exquisite as I drove into her continually making her tits sway beneath the table and she shuddered immediately to a second cum.

“My God I am so full! Flood me Mark please! Cum in me and fill me more. I want to feel you throb harder as you cum in me … Oh! …. Ohhh! … AAhhhhhhh!!!” and I joined her crescendo with a gut wrenching spasm that had me bent over her backside and having to hold the table as my own spasms pulsed and my cum spewed inside her waiting cunt. She clamped down again on me and we could feel each other’s pulse through our interlocked connection. My knees were wobbly as I held on to the table and I stayed hard inside her for some while as we just lay in that vertical joining until I started to wilt. As I started to slip from her, she also started to move but I decided in for a penny in for a pound as they say.

I dropped to my knees behind her, holding her thighs, and moved in closely to her still gaping hole and I could plainly see our mixed juices starting to flow out of her. I’d had Jim’s cream pie last week, why not my own hot, fresh pie! I leaned in and engulfed her whole outer lips with my mouth and my tongue took immediate action to probe the open folds of her lips to lap up any escaping warm fluids. It was intense as she gasped and then grunted and spread her legs wide to give me deeper probing room. I sucked her inner walls to my tongue and probed her thickened clit while I swirled the juice and cream mix in my mouth. I kept as much as I could safely stored in my cheek so that I could then stand and deliver it to her. She stood and I saw the fire in her eyes that told me she was mine for the taking. I leaned down and closed over her mouth to share the evidence of our encounter and she probed her tongue deeply into my mouth to gather every last drop. Finally we parted from the passion of our embrace.

“There you go Ma’am, some fresh cream from the Dairy!” She broke into fits of giggles. “Kitty, we really need to get out of here. I am sure there are clients due to come in soon.”

Redressing herself she paused and laughed, “I hope they have as good a time as I did!”

Soon we were clothed and heading back out into the main hallway and I directed her toward the store we use for purchasing where I had earlier set aside the bras she would need. She kept grabbing at my butt as I led the way. No amount of discouragement would sway her from her playfulness until I stopped and reminded her I would be sacked if they thought the contract had been broken. She behaved, at least until we were alone again in the store.

I showed her into the changing room where I had left a few samples and suggested she could try these first. I turned to leave and she laughed, “You’re not going to leave me to try these on and adjust them myself are you? I might have to complain to the manager about the service you’re giving me … but not about the servicing you just gave me!” Her dirty laugh announced that she was in a fun mood.

“Here show me how good a tit fitter your are!” and she handed me one of the bras.

Okay, I thought, I will play your game. I slung the enormous cups over my shoulder as I faced her and proceeded to undo the buttons of her dress. I concentrated on what I was doing but Kitty stood still with a delighted smirk as my hands moved over her crests to reveal the not so hidden treasure. Undoing it to the waist, I ran my hands up across her hills to her shoulders and removed the dress so again it hung at her waist. “There Ma’am. Now your bra…” and she turned around to show me the expanse of soft skin of her back while I caressed her until I reached the back clasps. The bra was under serious strain and digging into her flesh with the additional weight it was supporting and her straps had creased her shoulders. Undoing the clasps allowed the whole lot drop forward and I reached around under her arms to caress the two sizeable mounds that were now released as I took off her bra. She sighed deeply at the contact but also the relief.

“Now Ma’am, to put the new bra on correctly I’d like you to …”

“You are not going to teach me how to wear a bra? I’ve had these big girls since I was sixteen. I think I …”

It was my turn to interrupt, and in a mock serious tone I added, “Thank you Ma’am, but you should know that as a trained fitter I learned that over 80% of women don’t wear the right sized bra or have it adjusted badly. Simply put even with growing breasts you shouldn’t be getting these big red marks around your ribs and I now see that this is a size 30″ you are wearing when I measured you as a 32″ yesterday.”

She was stunned into silence. “So if you would just lean forward for me as I slip this on…” She complied, “See how the cups fill first before you do the back up? Now we do the clasps to the outside clips so as it stretches you move inward. And lastly now that you can stand upright, the straps are adjusted so you can firmly but comfortably fit two fingers under the strap. These are all nice wide straps that won’t dig in. So how does that feel?”

“Oh my! You are right,” she whispered in an embarrassed tone, “that’s so comfortable. Thank you.”

In a short while she had tried on five or six of those I’d suggested and sent me for a couple of other colours and styles. The highlight was a spectacular black lace number that scooped her full bosom into its see-through confines and allowed her nipples to really stand out against the dainty thin material. Whatever Jim does for a crust, he was clearly cleaning up because she didn’t hesitate about buying half a dozen of the nicest, best-fitting and most expensive bras for what we had decided finally were her size F tits. She playfully stood there looking in the mirror as she undid the clips on the maternity bra she was wearing to allow the material to slip down and expose her firm, now well supported, boobs. “What do you think, a good look? What do you think Jim will say?”

Staring at her beautiful breasts peeking out of the two holes yet fully supported by the elasticated material so they stood firm and straight in front of her, I was half desperate to dive in again. “I think he’d be crazy not to say you are the most beautiful woman in the world and you have the best tits.”

She laughed at my directness and then went a little quiet as she started to cover up again. “I’m going to need to come in here to use the pumps, aren’t I? I mean Jim won’t be able to get all my milk every day.”

“That’s true,” I pointed out, “but you could hire or even buy a pump for home if you wanted. We could arrange that.” I’d already made a sizable commission from the half dozen bras she’d decided to buy but that was not really my main interest. “Or we could book you in.”

“Yes, I think I would like to come in to your Dairy … and help out that hospital,” she said but the guile in her smile said she had ulterior motives. “But there is something that I think you could still help me with – if you are prepared to do it. I will fully understand if you say no. It will be okay.”

“Look Kitty, after all we have been through in the last little while, I think you know you can ask me anything. If I can help you I will.”

I smiled down at her as she seemed to hesitate a little and then she whispered, “Jim just doesn’t suck right. I tried showing him how you do it but he just doesn’t get it. Would you mind coming around to show him?”

I was stunned! The shock must have clearly shown in my face, probably the open jaw was a give away. “It’s okay Mark, I understand. I shouldn’t have asked,” she said pitifully, a little tear in her eye.

Oh my God! She was doing it to me now! She was a minx and could get what she wanted. Look up the dictionary for ‘womanly wiles’ and it would have her picture! Unfortunately I could also picture the image of Jim in the doorway of their bedroom with bone-crunching fists ready to knock me into next week!

“Kitty,” I started, and she immediately looked up hopefully! “Are you sure that Jim would be okay with this … I mean, yesterday he was ready to kill me.”

“Oh no Mark, he’s really a pussy cat. He wouldn’t have hurt you!”

My mind had a picture of a lion ripping me limb from limb rather than a cute kitten rubbing against my leg. “Well … are you sure he won’t mind?”

Eagerly she spilled the beans, “Yes, I’m certain. He and I had a long chat while he tried the first time after you left the other day. I told him all about finding Milkers R Us and you coming around and being so professional and that … erm …”

The long pause had me worried!!!

“… well that I had got so horny … annnnd, you had … um … helped me out.”

“You’ve got to be kidding Kitty! He will kill me on sight and I wouldn’t blame him!”

“No you don’t understand. He knows what I get like when I’m horny and he lets me have a little bit of freedom but I promised him we hadn’t fucked.”

“You mean like we did half an hour ago?”

Coyly she tilted her head to one side, “Well, yes … but that was after I’d promised him so I was telling the truth at the time.”

“So what does he think we did?”

“I told him you had licked me out and that I had sucked your cock.”

“No mention of the anal play we’d had.”

“No but that won’t matter because I’ve tried to get him interested for ages and he just isn’t into that.”

This had to be the most bizarre conversation I had ever had in my life. I was about to consider walking directly into the Lion’s den and saying, ‘Lunch is served!’ But there was still something so enticing about this woman that I was actually contemplating it. What’s the worst that could happen? I suppose I could get the beating that I escaped the other day – easy to argue got one and got away with one – one all draw! Besides it meant seeing Kitty again. Um … that was the real selling point.

“Okay Kitty,” I responded hesitantly, “if you are really sure this is okay?”

“Absolutely! I told him this morning I would try to get some help.”

Oh great – he will have had all day to build up to the moment.

“Can you come around tonight say about 7:30?”

“Sure … okay .. if you are really sure about this?” I displayed my nervousness.

“It will be fine, I promise!”

“Okay, 7:30 it is then.” I gathered her purchases and the tags of the one she was wearing and allowed her to dress while I went through to the store to ring up the items. She was soon there and passed me Jim’s credit card and I handed it back with the MRU shopping bag. She leaned forward to give me a peck on the cheek but my alarmed look was enough to stop her.

“Oops, sorry – see you later,” she whispered and she left.

“She really has the hots for you Mark!” came Sue’s voice from behind me. I’d sensed she was hanging around before but hadn’t seen her.

“What makes you think that?” I remarked innocently.

“Oh call it women’s intuition if you like … or good hearing as I was checking the bottles in The Dairy for Penny and you were in the back room.”

“I don’t know what you mean!” I responded but could feel myself turning red.

“Don’t worry Mark. It’s a stupid part of the contract. I couldn’t imagine getting a guy to suck my tits and not getting very hot and bothered. And watching her, she’s a cat on a hot tin roof! If you haven’t done something yet, I bet it won’t be long!” She tossed her red hair back, laughing wickedly as she left to return to reception.

She had no idea how true her words were and I was sure that tonight I was going to find out what was in store for me in the slightly longer term. I also pondered momentarily about the nice plump C cups that Sue has as she talked about getting her tits sucked. Hmmm, I wonder?

It was still quite early and I had my other appointments to got to. Funnily enough the other two ladies I was assisting seemed to be coming along nicely too and were more responsive than they had ever been before. Perhaps it was my manner or the fact that I was a little pre-occupied; I guess I hadn’t really given them the same attention I’d given Kitty and ‘a tit is a tit is a tit’ is the company’s unofficial motto. Nothing would change Vinegar Tits Monotony but the other two were nice ladies who were starting to leak a little; they too would soon be graduating like Kitty. As days of work go, most of the males on the planet would swap places in a heartbeat.

It seemed quite soon that I was back at the office and packing to go home. It was a naughty smile on Sue’s face as she said, “Had a good day?” looking down at my milk stained shirt.

I chuckled, “Yep. Getting results all over the place and ran out of clean shirts after the last appointment.”

“Occupational hazard! Better get home and do your laundry. Milk stains you know!” She was being sassy and pushing her boobs out at me. Another time I thought; I already have an evening appointment to take care of but perhaps Susie, I might help you with that ‘hot and bothered’ problem you mentioned.

“See you tomorrow Sue!” and I was out the door and heading for home. Got to shower and change. Must eat something although the breast milk diet was very filling but it wasn’t the same as a good steak. I was soon home and in the door and my mind’s eye kept flashing back to Kitty’s wonderful backside over the end of the table as I pumped into her hot wetness. I had to keep reminding myself, I was going there to help Jim learn how to suckle properly. I was in effect doing myself out of a job! What an idiot!!

As I left my flat and headed for the car I felt those nervous butterflies back again. Crazy – what could possibly go wrong? HAAA!!!! As I approached the house I could see lights in what I now knew was the bedroom. I got out and slowly walked down the path – was this Death Row? I approached the door, nerves spiking and noticing every slight noise or movement around me.

I had a pretty good idea what I was going to find but I suppose the expectation of actually tasting Kitty’s milk while her husband watched was an even bigger conscious and subconscious factor than I cared to admit. I couldn’t afford to show that I had fallen for her as a client. I know she is devoted to her hubby and this is all for him. I just have to be happy to have facilitated that, get him doing what she wants and move on once my role for Milkers R Us is fulfilled. It was easy to say that in my head as I approached the front door but I kept envisioning those beautiful, now pendulous breasts with their red engorged nipples and that taut body, that gorgeous perfect bald pussy and, by no means least, her incredibly sensitive backdoor that we had explored. How can a man be expected to ‘cum and go’ so to speak without some emotional attachment? Even if it isn’t reciprocated? Still I have a job to do and I don’t want to spoil it.

The door opened and she purred, “Evening Mark, come in.”

I was rooted to the spot looking at her naked body standing in the doorway, those breasts clearly displaying their fullness with the signs of her veins showing through the translucent skin, that deserved to be in a Reubenesque portrait, telling me they were full again since this morning’s session at the office. Her nipples already puffed up and her areolae hard and dimpled in the cool air. In my mind I was yelling, ‘My God you are gorgeous!’

“I’m glad you like what you see Mark but the neighbours might notice … and it is a bit chilly,” she chuckled.

I awoke to her words, “Sorry Kitty but you surprised me a bit there,” I commented as I stepped inside and she pushed the door closed behind me. Suddenly her arms were wrapped around my waist and her firm full boobs were pushing into my back and immediately I felt the warm flow of milk through my shirt against both sides of my ribs. Standing erect in the hallway, frozen to the spot, I said, “It seems things have been going well since this morning?”

“Oh you have no idea Mark!” she responded excitedly, releasing me from the embrace and steering me forwards. We were heading into the bedroom. “I’ve been pouring everywhere! And,” with another little giggle, “at both ends!”

We headed to the right, her hands pushing me while massaging the two wet patches on my shirt. She turned me through a doorway – it was the master bedroom. Stylishly furnished, with a large mirrored dressing table and a big old wooden bed dominating the quite familiar room except as we entered, there sat Jim on the edge of the bed where I had left him the day before.

Only this time… he was naked.

He looked up at me and there was doubt in his eyes and some malevolence but no real anger that I could perceive. This was strange. He just sat there as I stood in front of him. Clearly taller than me and physically fitter yet it seemed that there was no will to fight. What was going on?

“Now Jim! You’re not still sulking are you? Mark didn’t know you hadn’t cum yet!”

WHAT??? Looking down I now saw that his crossed legs partly hid what looked to be the remnants of his erection. These two had been at it as I came up the path. No wonder he was pissed! “Look I can come back …”

“Don’t be silly Mark.” She sounded like a chastising mother, “You are here now and you have given up your time to help Jim. He should be being more grateful. Jim!! You apologise to Mark this instant!”

Knock me over with a feather if he didn’t do just that!

“Sorry Mark,” he said as he stood up and offered a hand, “thanks for coming.”

What alternative universe had I just slipped into? I politely shook his rather wet huge paw and immediately wondered how it got wet like that – I think I knew.

“Now that’s better Jim – good.” He seemed cowed and beaten. “Now Mark, it’s obvious we started without you but I’d feel much better if you joined us by being naked. Is that okay with you?”

Again the maternal matter-of-fact manner – how could you argue? She was a prize manipulator. I couldn’t refuse, yet I knew that what she really wanted was to show my cock off to Jim. Thank God old Drainpipe wasn’t here!!

“Uhm … sure,” I replied.

It was a request but not really a request. Kitty pecked me softly on the cheek, “Good let me help you,” and proceeded to undo the buttons of my shirt. I stood as her mannequin while she disrobed me. Jim stood there beside us as she removed my shirt and gave it to him, “Here Jim, put that on the chair neatly please?”

Like a good little boy he meekly completed his task. By the time he returned from across the room, my shoes were off and my pants were loose. When she was kneeling to pull my pants and boxers down, my semi-hardened penis sprang from its confines. Kitty gently stroked it against her cheek, across the warm soft flesh, caressing the engorged head and I felt a wet smear of my instant arousal paint her.

Fairly quickly I was naked and Jim had ferried my clothes to a tidy folded pile on the chair and Kitty had risen from the floor to be standing closely between the two men in the room. The trio of us standing naked resulted in more stirrings of inner desires overcoming my outer terror and nerves.

“Thanks again for helping Mark. We really appreciate you going out of your way like this.” It sounded like I was dropping off and extra delivery of a newspaper, not standing naked about to show this guy how to suck tits – something quite frankly I thought was a natural skill built in at childhood and then practised for fun afterwards!

Where do you want us?” Standing close I could smell her essence and her manner was clearly wanting action.

“I think we’d best use the bed so if you, Kitty, can sit up in the middle, I can show Jim how to approach you, if you don’t mind?”

“Of course Mark.” She turned and hopped up on the bed flashing me her puffy wet nether regions as she crawled away, telling me they had been busy for a while before I got there. She was soon ensconced in the middle of the bed with her back against the bed head, the queen of all she surveyed, Queen Kitty! I certainly felt that was her intention as she manipulated the two men currently in her presence to follow her majesty’s expectations. I wasn’t in the mood for any treason so if the queen wanted it, tonight I’d do my best to give it to her!

“Your comfort is the only thing that matters here; are you comfy?”

“Yes Mark, you may begin,” came the royal decree as she sat back, her arms spread across the head board to keep them out of our way.

“Jim would you mind sitting on Kitty’s other side please?”

He didn’t speak but simply turned and moved and I noticed how his rather small appendage waved in the air as he moved. As I’d said, I’d been in locker rooms and rule one is ‘Don’t stare and compare’. As he walked, even in my own mind I thought it must be hard … and then corrected, it must be difficult to write a love letter if you’ve only got barely four inches worth of pencil.

He sat beside her and I followed suit on the near side of the bed – closest to the door although the feelings of any real threat had almost entirely disappeared.

I suddenly found myself sounding like one of my high school Phys Ed teachers, “Okay Jim, tonight I am going to demonstrate the best method of … ” sounded like a basketball free-throw lesson!

In my mind it was, ‘First get the grip right, a gentle hand on the side and lift it up to your face…’ – concentrate Mark!

“Okay Jim, start by just gently feeling the breast flesh, feel how firm it is – that will tell you how full Kitty’s breast is. See the skin, how it is tight and you can see those lovely blue veins straining and you can clearly see her pulse there on her upper breast. That tells you how much she is enjoying your attention. Now follow my steps as I show you. Cup the lower half of her boob and bring it up a little. Feel the milk-filled weight it has. I can tell you that Kitty is very full and wants you to enjoy drinking the milk she has created for you.”

For the first time there was a reaction as Jim smiled briefly at this thought. “See how just lifting her breast has made a little milk leak out – she wants this for you. Now use your other hand to slowly feel around her nipple and watch as it grows and the areola becomes dimpled like gooseflesh.”

I could feel my own arousal developing and I could smell Kitty’s. I couldn’t see Jim’s but the faraway look in his eyes suggested he was on the same un-Earthly plane with us.

“Now use a little milk to smear her breast so that all around the nipple and areola is wet, this makes it easier to latch on.” I’d nonchalantly done each step as I said it. “Now, when you are ready, bring your mouth down and cover the whole nipple and areola so that you can get your lips nice and wide around her teat and then, when you have contact with your whole mouth, no gaps!, you can suck her into your mouth. Watch and then you try.”

I leaned in and gently raised the prepared teat to my hungry mouth and immediately latched on and drew the nipple into my mouth which was instantly rewarded with a spray of warm motherly nectar. I couldn’t help matching wanton moans with Kitty. I was in rapture but tried to remember the supposed purpose of the visit and looked across to see Jim staring at me as his wife’s nipple disappeared into my inner being. I pulled away. The deeply reddened button had expanded already to a cone shape to fit my mouth.

I coaxed him with, “You try Jim.”

He stared at the swollen tit I’d so briefly sucked, before he hesitantly followed the steps I’d advised and finally reached in to Kitty’s other nipple but pursed his lips like he was kissing his aunt, barely covering the nipple.

“Jim,” I interrupted him as Kitty’s eyes rolled back in frustration, “you know the old saying ‘more than a mouthful is a waste’?” He nodded.

“I’m here to tell you that it just ain’t so pal! More than a mouthful is a challenge! You want to suck that tit so hard it reaches back into your throat. Like Kitty said, think about the baby your sister feeds…” I’d said enough as the twinkle in his eyes showed me a penny had just dropped. He launched himself back into Kitty and half her huge boob disappeared into his mouth and he drank deeply.

“My God Jim it was your sister’s tits you were watching!” came the accusation from Kitty’s mouth as she realised the connection between my comment and his steep learning curve. The accusation was soon replaced by her own deep seated groan of pleasure as he searched her soul for more milk. She glanced over at me and smiled and nodded toward her other teat that gently sprayed milk over us. Soon she was being syphoned even more efficiently than the pumps at work this morning. As the tension in her wondrous globes was released her hand started to patrol my body and soon found my nipple and played. My stiffening organ stretched up for attention but was beaten into second place by my hard nipple and firm brown puckered surrounds. The last of her milk was dripping away as I released her and found Jim beside me, his head in her lap as she played with his nipples too.

“My you boys do like titty play don’t you. But a girl needs more than that to fulfil her needs. Now Jim I think it’s fair that you had a turn before and it should be guests first so I want you to watch for a little while, alright?”

Jim went pale but sat up on the bed and simply didn’t move. “Mark, Jim was sticking my pussy with his dick when you arrived. Would you mind finishing the job please? Just lie down and I will climb on you okay?”

I couldn’t believe what was happening but silently, mindlessly I rolled over onto my back. “Oh my Jim, look at his big thick cock. Isn’t it so much longer and thicker than yours?”

Jim was turning various colours of the rainbow but wasn’t moving except to stare down at my loins. It was good for the ego and that had an impact on my manhood emotionally and physically as I tightened muscles to make him jump. Kitty’s ‘ooh!’ of joy told me the action had been noticed. I had pumped into her long and hard this morning but she was driving the bus this time and I was along for a glorious ride!

“I was thinking that you have been here, what four times and on each occasion we have ended up … well .. um .. doing ‘something’ and you have been the perfect gentleman despite being as horny as some teenager watching a porn movie. I’d like tonight to be different. Do you trust me?” was your rather puzzling comment.

Thinking, ‘Seems an odd question seeing as I am about to be fucked by you while your husband sits and watches us,’ but, okay. “Yes, of course I do.”

“Good, but you let me know if there is something you don’t want to do, okay?”

Again I was puzzled but nodded agreement.

As I nodded she started to climb up and crawl across the big bed. Kitty crawled around toward my feet with her ample boobs swaying beneath her, cat-like, as she surveyed her prey until she turned and paused beside me. Then she knelt up and, with, “I thought this might be more comfortable for both of us,” she threw her long slender leg across my stomach and straddled me. It was almost too much for me as her breasts presented perfectly to my eye level while her hot nether regions had my hard cock nudging at her back door. Briefly I thought I knew what she had in mind – I was wrong! She rocked backward so my shaft could graze up between her cheeks in her crack and then she nestled down and pushed back, bending him against his will so that I could feel the scorching heat and wetness of Kitty’s pussy along the top of my shaft. She grazed back and forth until my length and thickness was engulfed in her slit, her open lips spread across my shaft so that she could ride the ribbed muscle and stroke her clit against my man meat; there was no chance of entry at this angle with this downward pressure making my cock ache against its desire to point upwards or, in fact, to spring up hard against my stomach in its fully aroused state. Kitty took obvious pleasure in controlling this action and was savouring the feel of my wide cock getting the juices from her molten centre spread all over it. She slipped forward along the top of my cock forcing its length back between her cheeks and then back again. Her slightest movement had her hot pussy lips wrapped around the top half of my length, stroking along my cock. No entry was offered as I was pushed down by the slight body with minimal weight but right now I didn’t care.

She leaned forward dragging her full firm boobs across my chest, swaying in circles and managing to maintain contact the whole time, leaving a faint trail of her milk on my body. My now hard cock nestled against her hot and obviously wet loins as she smiled into my eyes. “Now isn’t that better?” I just nodded my agreement.

“I have to tell you Mark, this thing has had me horny as Hell. I’ve had milk going everywhere all day – dribble, dribble, dribble! Thank God you got Jim to suck me so well even if he was thinking about sucking on his sister’s tits when he did it.”

Jim cringed at the accusation but didn’t deny it or, in fact, move or say a word. “But if tonight goes as planned, I may forgive him.”

I was in a trance as she nestled onto me, gyrating her full hips that I could feel were on fire again. Staring at Kitty from below, I could see the fine features of her neck and shoulders that I just wanted to caress and massage as I focused on her bosom swaying across me, her nipples tickling against mine. I was an automaton just following her commands mutely.

“Is your big fat stiff cock stretching against my hot wet cunt lips? How does that feel Mark? “

“Amazing!” was the only word that came to mind and she giggled. All of this was for Jim’s benefit more than mine.

Again the slight gyration of her hips, “Shall we?”

She hefted her mountainous left breast up to my mouth and offered me the empty nipple. I went into my reverie as I took it and was surprised immediately as the succulent flavour of her milk invaded my senses, “Hmmm!” as I realised that for all his effort, Jim still hadn’t emptied her.

“Oh God that feels good Mark! Almost as good as it tastes!” She had been trying it then – not surprising knowing how aroused the whole idea made her.

I sucked gently at first and a slow flow started to fill my mouth and I drank it down. I nestled in to suckle fully and to draw this nectar from her body and into mine. Kitty’s nipple expanded and extended into my mouth and soon I had a suctioning rhythm working at her tit. The molten wetness in my mouth was easily matched by the wetness in my groin as her juices flowed over my cock and down around my tight balls. She was meeting the rhythm with her cunt lips stroking the length of my cock riding along its length as it nestled against her bum cheeks. My hands had initially been resting by my sides until I used one to assist in getting her tit into the right position to suck it in deeply and then allowed it to maintain a contact lightly caressing and massaging her breast as I sucked. But I soon realised that my other hand had moved to her hip and it was steering her movement slightly, subconsciously so that the pressure on my hardened dick was rotated over the length and breadth of my shaft. I was wanking with her body and didn’t even know it.

Kitty’s milk flowed in little streams from the various pores of her nipple, each of those little ducts opening to release her heavenly fluid. My tongue was engulfed in the sweet taste of the thin liquid. I was in a different world. Her consistent cooing mixed with moans of pleasure had me mesmerised. I awoke to the fact that I had emptied her breast. I became cognisant of the warm wetness on my chest that had been dribbling over me during the first part of this encounter – she really was producing quickly. I eased back and the fat red teat slipped from my mouth as she groaned in disappointment at the breaking of contact but she was already steering the other to me and I quickly understood that I was so wet because she hadn’t stopped massaging that firm breast all the while I was sucking her. The knowledge made my cock twitch and a brief, “Ooh” escaped her lips.

I leaned in and immediately had a full and growing nipple in my mouth. My hand on its side told me that she had expressed what little was in her tit but I was soon sucking anyway. I was soon back in my reverie and my hand was full of the warm flesh at the side of her empty boob. Although the flesh had softened, it was her arousal that kept a firm and womanly peak available to be enjoyed, its faint veins straining in the exercise of replenishing the wonderful milk supply.

My hand had now found a parking spot on her hip but was absent-mindedly starting to explore its surroundings. The soft smooth skin of her buttock and over the hip bone to the gently moving torso that massaged my manhood, and across the sensual texture of her back barely feeling the ribs as they swelled with her breathing. It was a deep, contented breathing, not the frenetic panting of our lust this morning. Reminding myself of being buried deep inside her pussy and the amazing orgasm she achieved from that contact only served to arouse me even more, if that were possible, as I again became aware of her moist shaven cunt lips straddling the girth of my cock.

She reached behind my neck to pull my head into her to increase the pressure. Suckling firmly her nipple had elongated to meet my passionate suction and the increased gyration of her hips told me her arousal was also peaking. She was moving faster and becoming louder. I had become almost oblivious to her moans of joy as I realised I was almost drowning them out with my own mewling groans of ecstasy into her breast.

She was resisting my suction, pulling back on her breast but I wasn’t prepared to let it go just yet, leaning forward to prevent losing the hot flesh in my mouth. Suddenly the world changed and I realised that she wasn’t pulling back but up and she plummeted into my groin only now my cock had risen in her movement caressing along her crack and across the rough skin and into the soaking folds of Kitty’s core and then she dropped herself onto the length of my shaft impaling herself on my hardness and sending lightning bolts through my brain. The heat was intense but the silken tight smoothness of those inner walls caressing my cock was pure heaven.

She commenced a much faster rhythm of lifting and dropping into my lap, “Move down the bed,” I heard Kitty rasp, the intensity in her voice making obedience essential. I slumped down from near the headboard and pillows as she steered me without losing our contact on her nipple and she pushed down further with her cunt grasping my meat between her thighs, hungrily eating it into her depths. Now slightly angled across and flat on the bed, this position allowed Kitty to draw up and down the full length of my shaft and also meant her other breast was hanging free beside my face as she held herself up above me. Drawing up and down, she had clearly found a better contact for her clit as she ground her pubic bone into me with the added benefit of the strong contact with the G spot in the hidden upper part of her vulva which gave her maximum pleasure.

I raised my hands to her breasts and, gathering them together I sucked both nipples into my mouth. “Oh My God!!! Harder! Bite them!!”

She allowed me to savage her tits but her thighs became still. She pulled up on me as I drew in her tits. She shifted her weight and drew her legs up on either side of me allowing her thighs to open more and spread her cunt open wide. Instantly the warmth of her fluids drained over my shaft and down through my crack. Suddenly I felt an invasion as her finger joined my cock in her wet and stretched vagina. It slipped in with the ample lubrication and caressed along the underside of my shaft. I halted and she froze as the digit impaled and withdrew. On its third of fourth invasion it occurred to me that Kitty was holding her body weight up allowing me to tear at her teats with an arm stretched either side of my shoulders. On the next inward thrust I felt the warmth of a hairy rough skin caress my balls.

Dawning of realisation! That ‘finger’ was Jim’s cock that he had slipped into Kitty with me. We were both fucking his wife and, as hard as he must be, it felt like something no bigger than an index finger. No wonder she wanted my cock. His balls were firmly slapping against mine and the heat of her cunt was building as she started to rise and fall in time to his thrusts as I remained the stationary centre of this threesome. The extra pitiful cock still increased the tension in Kitty’s cunt and the crowding made the rippling velvet inner folds caress my mushroom head deep inside her. My orgasm was building and Kitty was yelping as I bit into her tits, knowing I would be leaving some bruises as souvenirs of the evening. And then she clamped hard on me as the warmth infused us. Jim had come inside her, and on me, and I could feel his warm sample flooding the already filled space as his pulse pounded against my cock. Kitty clearly had been waiting for this as she yelped, “Cum with me Mark … AHHHHHHH!!!!!”

Her spasms wracked her body and, as Jim slipped away, he left my cock gripped in her velvet glove that played up and down my shaft like a pianist and then her flooding warmth was joined by a hot wet tongue probing our juncture as I exploded knowing that it was Jim’s turn to suck my cum from her soaked folds. He lapped away as Kitty rose up and down a number of times more to ensure that she had managed to mix the two doses of cum with her own juices. I was empty but the warm tongue cleaning my scrotum and gently sucking on my balls kept my shaft at attention as Kitty lazily rode it a little longer.

Gradually I subsided and slipped from her insides as she stretched her legs down along my body to lie atop me. Her gentle gyrations kept me warm and sensuously alive. Jim had disappeared it seemed. I didn’t really care anymore now that the lay of the land was a lot clearer to me. Kitty had whomever she wanted and he just did as he was told. I can’t imagine the telling off he got after I left the other night!

“That was wonderful Mark!” she cooed as she slipped to lie beside me. “I’ve never been so full … and so filled!” she laughed.

“I must say it was a bit of a surprise, but not an unpleasant one,” I gasped, trying to catch my breath.

“Oh good! I am glad you feel that way. There are a few things I’d like to try if you are willing … and you are such a good teacher!!”

“What sort of things have you got in mind?” I queried.

“Well … in a little while, when you are – erm – up to it, I’d like you to show Jim how you fuck my backdoor so hard,” she explained in so matter-of-fact a manner I hardly noticed her hand gently caressing my thigh and heading towards my soon to be interested cock. Her gently gripping fingers slowly slipped along my oily length, our combined fluids still remnant from our recent fuck. It took a while before I was revitalised into a tumescent tool ready to finish a long delayed job.

Kitty sat up, “Come here Jim. I’ve been trying to get your to spike me with your pitiful little cock in my arsehole but you’ve always known it couldn’t do the job properly. Well Mark has kindly offered to show you how his big fat cock that you just stroked off against fits so tightly inside my other hole. Now find a good spot to watch; stand by the bed. Mark teach him how to do it to me … please.”

I got the pretence of manners to place me ahead of Jim in the pecking order but I was obviously just a tool in his humiliation. Strangely, as I’d never experienced it before, it worked for me feeling that I was sexually superior to a guy who physically could probably break me like a twig if he wanted to except he’d rather be told what to do.

My six inches were hard and straining. I knelt up on the bed, “Kitty, on your knees please and spread wide.” She followed my instruction and was soon arranged in much the same way she was on the first time we did this on the lounge. I felt like I could play the teacher role that Kitty wanted and a quick glance saw she was watching Jim’s face intently.

“Well Jim,” I began firmly, kneeling behind Kitty with my cock swaying gently as its curved length strained to plug her anus, “last time we did this, I just fucked her hard and fast.”

He winced at the words ‘last time’ realising that his wife had lied to him. I felt my power and courage grow with the straining veins on my cock. “But before that, I used a lube so get it out of the bedside drawer and spread a little on my knob and her ring.”

Again it was like a slap to the face, knowing I knew where the lube was kept told him more about his wife’s deception and infidelity, but he complied and opened the tube and squeezed a liberal amount along the top of my shaft and another glob above Kitty’s ring so it dribbled into her crack. I was loving this! “Stroke it around my cock unless you want me to hurt her as I split her in half with this fat shaft!”

I could see her cunt drooling – she was quaking with this scene happening before her. Jim stepped over and tentatively reached forward and, mesmerised as he touched the much bigger example of manhood, slipped his hand around my much broader shaft and wanked it a couple of times slowly to massage the lube across my length. I could see his pitiful pencil was poking at the air, waving desperately for some attention. “That will do. Now watch.”

Using my two hands I spread her cheeks wide to expand the view of her sphincter muscle and using my thumbs I massaged the lube in ever-shrinking circles until I was focused on the lens of her bum. Her tiny muscles clenching at every sensation as I blew gently across the cool lube to make her quake and then, knowing she liked the pleasure/pain I thrust my thumb deep through her backdoor and roughly shoved it to its full depth inside her. “OH MY GOD!!” she yelled as she instantly pushed back.

“See how she pushed back Jim. You can’t be rough enough in this hole – she loves it.” I proceeded to pump into her with that digit and Kitty just oohed and aahed and pushed back, getting louder and louder as Jim watched on.

“Now Jim I am going to stick my fat shaft into her until my balls that you licked clean slap into her wet cunt lips.”

I withdrew my thumb and briefly her muscle showed a little tunnel into her centre. I aimed my cock at her backdoor and plunged in. Again the slippery lube made access easy and yet the burning tightness made her scream into the pillows but once buried in her butt, she started to thrust back and forth to create the friction she desperately wanted.

“See Jim. I could just kneel here and let her wank her back door on my cock until she comes. (Another slap to his ego) And she does come Jim. Screamed the house down last week (Slap again!) Kitty is anally orgasmic if she can feel the cock pumping into her (Slap one more time!).”

I built up a rapid rhythm until I could feel my balls slapping against her open cunt lips and feeling the warmth as they were soaked in her oozing juices. “Oh my God – your balls!!! I love feeling them slap my cunt! Harder please Mark! HARDER!”

I was happy to keep shafting her hard and fast to hear her pleasure as I was enjoying his humiliation but how to make it worse?

“Want to see her cum Jim?”

He meekly nodded – the barest movement of his head. Kitty was pushing hard back into me as I hammered her tight ring. A sharp slap to her arse cheek stopped her movement and it glowed red under the imprint of my hand on her pale bum flesh. “Turn around Kitty but don’t release me. On your back!”

I felt her internal muscles squeeze, clamping my cock deeply inside her as she slowly rotated her hips and slipped one leg across under us and then swinging the other in a wide arc as I leaned down into her. She was now on her back and her legs were raised and spread to open her bum cheeks wider so that I could burrow my shaft deeply into her. I slowly rocked back and forth allowing most of my shaft to escape her insides until the rim of my cock head barely felt the open air just so I could slam it back in and could feel that delightful grip as the helmet’s ridge was grabbed by the elastic band of her ring on re-entry, each time I thrust firmly back into her. Each time as I bottomed out she groaned loudly as I watched her open womanhood seeking stimulation while her jiggling tits roamed across her chest. I started to pump faster avoiding any contact with her clit even though it was stretching out of her vulva begging for attention. I knew she didn’t need it as the burning tightness of her anus was enough to drive her over the top.

Bernice was willing to indulge her husband, as it was a naughty fantasy of hers too. She took off her coat and threw it into the car, together with the keys. Unable to get back into the car, now meant it was impossible to back out of the game. This gave her an added thrill. She was committed to walking across the park, to meet her husband.

She was dressed in a schoolgirl uniform, feeling very naughty and sexy. She was more than ready, for her husband to pick her up. She was prepared to flirt with him, and just maybe, they might go that little bit further, if the situation was right.

Her heart raced as she made her way into the park. It wasn’t windy, so she agreed to wear a thong, under the short skirt. The white blouse was tight across her small breasts, and she wasn’t wearing a bra. They felt exposed in the thin blouse, as the nipples showed faintly through it.


She was twenty-four, and slightly built, with a baby face. It was this, and the times she had to show Id to get a drink, that made him dare her. Of course, she knew there was more to it than that. He knew she liked to show off her long, sensuous legs in public.

Sometimes it was possible to go a little further, if the opportunity arose. At the beach, she let the bikini top accidently slip a little, for a moment or two, before pulling it back into place. Recently she had bent over, while fussing with a beach towel, knowing an old guy was behind her.

The bikini bottoms were pulling tight between her cheeks. It was an agony, not being able to turn around, to see if he had been watching. While bent over an attractive young woman walked passed, wiggling her uncovered bottom, cut by a thin string bikini. The guy was sure to be checking her out, so she glanced at him.

He was still looking at her near naked bottom! He was staring, seemingly mesmerised by the sight of her ass. Her face coloured up with embarrassment. His shorts seemed full of cock, he was so hard. She quickly sat, opening a book upside down, pretending to read.

She could feel her sex, burning with the heat of arousal. He hadn’t even noticed the younger, more attractive woman. He had been so engrossed, with ogling her body.

That naughty moment confirmed she was an exhibitionist, though it took a few days to come to terms with it. When she did, the fantasies began to roll through her imagination.

A schoolgirl outfit, bought on-line, had been too tacky to wear outside the bedroom. On a mature, married woman, it looked positively lewd. So much so, she refused to go out in it.

While at a friend’s house she borrowed a skirt, from a wash basket, while in the bathroom. It had been a moment of madness. Her friend’s daughter wore it to school, so it wasn’t too short for an adolescent. Though on her, it did look risqué, with long legs and white ankle socks. The blouse and school tie, were purchased at a local mall to go with the skirt.

She wore it in the bedroom, giving her husband a thrill. He cajoled her to wear it in public, and of course she refused. Thinking her husband was exaggerating, Bernice took a good look in the mirror. She had to admit it was true. She did look like an eighteen year old high school student. She could have walked down the street, with her friend’s daughter, and everyone would assume they were school friends.

When the big day arrived she was so excited, they very nearly didn’t leave the house.


So here she was, wearing a daringly short skirt, dressed in a school uniform. She hesitated on entering the park gates, feeling highly nervous.

Plucking up courage Bernice walked into the park, feeling shy and anxious. Despite this, she felt naughty and highly aroused.

“Excuse me! Is this the South Gate?” a woman asked.

“Err, yes, ma’am,” Bernice demurely answered. Oh! Shit! What the hell was she doing here? One of her employees was right there, talking to her. Joan was looking at her watch, so hadn’t noticed who the young schoolgirl really was, yet.

The damn woman was the office gossip. Bernice dropped her head, in shame, trying to hide her face. It was fortunate not to have tied her long hair in pig-tails.

“Is it four yet, do you know?” Joan asked.

“Err, I think so,” Bernice nervously answered.

“Well, students these days! Can’t you look at me when I’m talking to you?” Joan demanded. The woman took a hold of her wrist, to look at a Mickey Mouse watch. Bernice still had it from school days.

Bernice remembered the woman was a bit of a bully as well as a gossip. She had to reprimand her once, for upsetting a secretary.

“Just look at you, dressed like a slut. I would have been sent home looking like that, not that I would have dared, of course. You young things should learn some respect for yourselves and your elders. If you were mine I’d put you over my knee and teach you some manners,” Joan gleefully scolded her.

Bernice dare not look up. To be recognised by this dreadful woman, would put her in a difficult position. The gossip circulating around the offices would be intolerable. If she begged her to keep quiet, Joan could hold this over her for a long time to come.

She struggled from the woman’s grip, needing to run away, like a frightened schoolgirl. The suddenly released grip had her tumbling to the ground. Joan looked down at her, with a look of condescension on her face.

“Good grief! Do you go to school like that? You really are a little slut,” Joan smirked.

Bernice clamped her legs together, after revealing the thong, which was pulled tight into her crotch. She scrambled up off the grass, and mumbled her apologies. The horrid woman’s laughter rang in her ears, leaving her feeling small and inadequate. Fighting down the need to retaliate, she scurried away, like a frightened rabbit.

The encounter left her giggling, as she felt all the more like a naughty schoolgirl, running off, on a dirty adventure.

This morning she had been dressed in an expensive silk business suit, leading her team, which included Joan. Now the woman had caught her in the park, wearing a schoolgirl’s uniform. What if she had accidently done something, to warrant a punishment? Would she have been spanked, like a naughty girl, before everyone in the park?

The image of being spanked by an employee had her heart racing, from the sheer humiliation of it.

Joan had treated her like a naughty schoolgirl! The danger and fear from being under the woman’s control, had been exciting. It was a good job she hadn’t been recognised, as Joan was more than capable of taking advantage of a situation.

How would she explain it away? The woman was astute enough to figure out what she was up to. She would have enough ammunition to take advantage in the office.

It might even have started right here, in the park. Bernice dare not draw attention to herself, so she would have had to play along. The woman could humiliate her, just for the amusement of it.


Bernice imagined being taken in hand, to be dragged round the park. Joan could make her play basket ball with the young guys. In the short skirt, wearing a thong, it would be shamefully embarrassing. Everyone would to see her bare ass, every time the skirt bounced up. The guys would be sure to comment rudely, on her bouncing, unfettered breasts.

Maybe she would be shown off to friends, while pretending Bernice was her niece. The woman could embarrass her, far more than a real aunt would. Bernice’s imagination continued to work her up.

“Her parents don’t look after the girl properly. Lift the skirt up and show them, do as you are told, girl,” Joan demanded, and slapped a leg. “Just look at these panties. They are most unsuitable on a young girl,” Joan told her friends. Joan took great pleasure in showing off her boss’s panties to everyone, including the men.

“Her breasts are developing, so she should be wearing a bra, not just this tight blouse,” Joan pointed out.

In an agony of embarrassment Bernice lifted the top, to show off her breasts to the woman’s cronies. A couple of young guys walked by, and swivelled their heads to keep her in view, with a look of pleasurable surprise on their faces.


Bernice was half way across the park when she looked back toward the south gate, wondering if Joan was still there. If Joan was watching her, it might be a sign that she had been recognised. She tripped and tumbled, landing on her face in the grass.

“Damn!” she cursed out loud.

At least Joan wasn’t there. Bernice hoped the woman had walked off, with whoever she was meeting, and forgotten all about her.

Being blackmailed by the woman was frightening, though now the danger was over, it became exciting. Having to bow to an employee’s will, would be humiliating, and that was doing something to her.

Sitting on the grass, she pulled her legs up, and wrapped her arms around them. Resting her chin on her knees, she slit her eyes to the low afternoon sun. Her pussy cried out for attention. With a slow slide over a thigh, her hand distractedly moved between her legs.

She meant to just press at the panties crotch, to adjust it, as it had slipped slightly. She began to fantasise about Joan again.


“You need an appointment, you can’t just walk in,” Bernice’s secretary explained to the woman. The tone of voice indicated that the likes of you, can’t just walk in, you’re not important enough.

Before Joan could say anything in retaliation, Bernice poked her head out the door and nodded to Joan. “It’s alright, Joan has special privileges, she can call in anytime,” Bernice told her secretary. A harrumph of irritation was all the response she got.

Joan strode into the boss’s office, to find her next to the desk, standing at attention. “Have you followed all my instructions?” Joan demanded.

“Yes, miss,” Bernice answered. The sound of her voice was pathetic, reflecting the way she felt. She was the boss, and was being blackmailed by this bitch employee, into obeying her whims. It was infuriation having to be submitting to Joan’s demands.

“Show me,” Joan demanded.

“Yes, miss,” Bernice answered, in a little girly voice. It was one of Joan’s demands that she must talk like a stupid girly. Lifting the skirt, she showed the woman a pair of black stockings, held up by red suspenders. The colour had been specified, as much as the rest of the clothes she was wearing.

“Good girl, no panties. Show me your chair,” Joan mischievously smiled. “As I thought, you’ve been a naughty girl. Look at that wet patch! You will be punished for that,” Joan gleefully pronounced.

“Oh! I’m sorry miss, really I am, please don’t spank me. I’ll be a good girl from now on. Honest I will, please don’t spank me miss. I promise to do as I’m told, please, miss,” Bernice whimpered.

All thought of her position was lost, as she genuinely pleaded with the older woman. She was back in the past, a naughty little girl, fearing a punishment.

“Why are you being punished? Speak up girl,” Joan scolded her. Joan had taught her what to say, and just loved hearing her boss talk so contemptibly. She took great pleasure in punishing her, and took every opportunity to rub her nose in the dirt.

“I’ve been a dirty little slut of a girl. I’ve dirtied the leather chair with my sex juices, miss. I deserve to be thrashed, miss,” Bernice spoke up, knowing she would have to repeat it all, if she murmured.

“Bend over,” Joan grinned. It made it all the better, seeing her victim grimace. They both knew she enjoyed the humiliation, of being punished. It strengthened her grip on the boss. This important woman was having dinner with the mayor this evening, and that made this spanking all the more exciting.


Bernice couldn’t help it. Instead of adjusting the crotch of her panties, she played with herself. Out in the middle of a public field, made it a naughty thing to do. It made it exciting, and she was already sopping wet. It made her chuckle to think one of her employees had made her so wet. The fantasy was pushing the arousal to a fever pitch. There was no-one close, but she could see people walking their dogs, and playing games in the distance.

In her imagination she was bent over the desk in her office. With every imagined heavy slap Joan gave her bare bottom, she thrust a finger into her pussy. In-between each spank, she vigorously rubbed her clit. The fantasy seemed so real, she was carried away, deeply in need of an orgasm. Everything else around her had been blotted out.

“Keep going, you are nearly there,” someone said.

Bernice opened her eyes, ever so slightly. Lying beside her was a man, watching her finger her pussy. She didn’t even slow down, or miss a beat. She became aware of her moaning, in time with the imaginary slaps. A little hiss of breath sounded as she sucked in air.

“Fascinating!” he commented. “I’ve never seen anyone so carried away before,” he whispered.

Was this too a part of the fantasy? Out of the corner of her eye she watched a hand approach, getting closer and closer. She felt it push up the top, and it pinch a nipple. The hand closed around her breast and gently squeezed.

The old man was there, in reality, and he was playing with her breasts! All she wanted in the world was to orgasm. There was nothing she could do, but work toward a climax. Her mind and body were in tune, working furiously toward big beautiful orgasm.

She was in the middle of a field, in a park, playing with herself, letting an old man fiddle with her tits. She felt a finger touch her asshole. Eventually the message reached the conscious part of her mind that it wasn’t her finger!

She paid more attention to it. It was circling the little brown, pucker hole, down there, below her cheeks. It was pushing, now pressing insistently. It was in! Had she relaxed, to let it in, or had it forced its way in through persistence. The finger pushed and pulled in rhythm with her finger next door, working her pussy. The close neighbours worked together.

The hand cupping her breast squeezed tight. The finger in her asshole pushed deep. Two fingers in her pussy worked her slippery hole hard. Her free hand took the hint, and squeezed her other breast. Her mouth fell open, as she groaned a low animal, moaning whimper.

An orgasm walked all over her body, squashing it into the grassy field. It felt as though she were being rolled flat. Both his and her hands, and fingers, continued to work her body. She was lying flat, with limbs spread out, responding to the after shocks of an earthquake, with little shudders.

“Was that as good as it looked, young lady?” the stranger asked.

“Yes, thank you, sir” Bernice whispered.

Perhaps it was in her imagination, but the man doffed his hat and walked away. She closed her eyes for a moment or two then struggled up on one elbow. She felt guilty from letting a stranger play with her body. It was arousing too, despite having just cum. It had been nice, but she needed a cock inside her, for complete satisfaction.

The prospect of being led into the woods, by her husband, was looking very attractive. She might even drag him among the trees, to make up for this naughty act.

Bernice pulled at the hem of the short skirt, feeling vulnerable, and aroused by the danger of being exposed. A flood of guilt washed over her. Had she really been so carried away, that she let a stranger play with her body? Her husband often said she was vulnerable when aroused. It must be true.

She walked quickly, not looking back, in case she saw the old man. Heading for the north-side gate, she could see Angus, sauntering along a path. He must have seen her, for their paths would cross, near some trees.

Was that his plan? Was he going to try and sweet talk her into the woods? She was ready for it. It wouldn’t take much. Her breaths came in short gasps, as she walked toward their rendezvous. He would know what the heavy breathing meant.

When this hot, it didn’t take much to push her over the edge, into irresponsibility. Or, as he said in the bedroom, he aroused her, to become his naughty slut. He only had to whisper into an ear, to have her craving his cock.

That was in the privacy of their bedroom. It was disappointing to think he wouldn’t take advantage out here. The thought of being discovered by someone, was enough to ramp up the excitement. There was no way she would let him take her out in the open, though in the woods she might.

Bernice was breathing hard, as though she had run all the way from the car.

She ran into him, when stumbling onto the path. He gripped her wrist to steady her, reinforcing the encounter with Joan. The touch was electric. She couldn’t look at him, for he was sure to see how excited she was. He would be sure to take advantage of her submissiveness.

He knew how passive she became when aroused. At home, he would sometimes play at being a dominant master. He would order her to do things, naughty things, pushing past her inhibitions. Jim knew what she enjoyed, so it was fun and exciting to let go, letting him take charge.

Here though, it could be dangerous, if they both got out of hand. Bernice winced, on feeling that bad thought arouse her. She kept her head down, shielding her face, in long auburn hair.

He had a hold of her wrist, talking to her, so she had to focus on what he was saying.

“Well, why aren’t you in school young lady? You nearly pushed me over!” he scolded her.

Bernice could hardly find a breath to reply. “Sorry, sir,” she managed to say.

It was just perfect! This was all he had to do. He could whisk her away to his car right now, and have her home in twenty minutes. She wondered if she dare suck him, while he drove. She was that worked up, it was more than possible.

He had asked before, while on an empty road, and she had refused. Yet here in town, it was very likely she would initiate the wicked act. How could she bring herself to tell him how excited she was? Her legs trembled in anticipation of being so wicked.

“I’ve a good mind to take you to your parents, and tell them you’re a bad adolescent,” he loudly stated.

Bernice felt small and insignificant, as though she really was just a naughty girl. The game was especially stimulating after bumping into Jean. She was being shown up, in a public park, wearing just a thong under a short skirt. In the past, just showing off her legs had been a naughty thrill. She had gone way past that in the past hour. Even her nipples were getting in on the act, by poking out large, through the tight blouse.

She looked down at them, mesmerised by the way they swelled, and pushed against the thin blouse.

No-one took much notice when he told her off. Yet it was still a juicy thrill, being treated like a stupid eighteen year old. She dare not look up to see the people walking by. Jim knew her well enough, to know what he was doing to her. It was so very effective too. She could hardly stand, or think straight. More than ever before, she wanted to be at home, to be his naughty, uninhibited slut.

As though from nowhere, a young guy appeared from behind a tree.

“Hey, you! Leave her alone!” Harry shouted.

Bernice looked up, startled at the interruption, worried they had gone too far with the game. Jim was embarrassed too, from having their amusement interrupted.

The young guy was upon them before either could think what to do next. He grabbed Bernice’s other wrist.

“I’ll call the park ranger, if you don’t let her go. They don’t let perverts loose in the park,” Harry shouted.

Jim looked at him in surprise. He didn’t want anyone stopping to find out what was going on.

“You don’t understand, she’s, err, I mean,” he tried to explain. He couldn’t bring himself to say she was his wife. “It’s OK. I’m going to take her home,” he added.

“Ouch! Let go of my arm,” Bernice squealed.

Master awoke from his ‘nap’ to find a beautiful woman and the lovely young man from the previous night sitting at the foot of his bed. Never let it be said that Master Han wasn’t the perfect host. Sitting up he glanced down at Rick who was still sleeping like a disheveled prince. He was so peaceful Master decided to leave him alone for a little while. Deciding that the gorgeous young man would be breakfast while saving the woman for the both of them, Master crooked his finger at the man and patted the bed beside him.

“What is your name?” he asked curiously and studied the sweet blood meal waiting for him.

“Brad,” the young man said and shuddered when Master’s eyes moved intently down his naked body.

The vampire leaned over and kissed Brad at the hollow of his neck where his throat and shoulder met. He could feel the pulse racing beneath the soft skin against his lips, and Brad smelled wonderful. So savory and hot.

Another shudder rippled through Brad’s body, but Master wanted him insane with lust before the feeding. Laying Brad back on the bed, Master proceeded to kiss and lick his way down the finally toned body. Human food like any good meal needed to be well presented. Pausing at his right nipple, Master sucked on it a moment and then used the tip of one sharp tooth to nick the bud and draw a sweet pearl of blood into his mouth. Brad tasted wonderful and writhed uncontrollably beneath Master’s sharp kiss. Moving to the other nipple, Master licked it a moment, drawing it to a hard tip before piercing it with a sharp tooth. Brad moaned loudly in pure ecstasy.

Master returned to the right nipple and sucked on it hard while fondling Brad’s swollen cock. Another time Master might have fucked him senseless, and he actually regretted not feasting on him the previous night but someone else had carried the sweet meal off to their bedroom for dessert. Brad had been thoroughly fucked by another vampire who fed on sex. Master had sated his lust in the bowels of another tasty youth.

Master fondled and played with Brad for almost an hour to get him ready for the feeding. Once his blood was full of tasty hormones Master turned Brad’s head and stretched his long clean neck. A baring of teeth and Master was quickly feasting on hot blood. Orgasms ripped through Brad’s body with each pull of Master’s mouth. He thrust his hips into the air and shot hot cum all over his belly.

Master could have killed him easily, but no vampire killed another’s food. Once sated Master raised his head and smiled at the sweat and cum covered body of his breakfast. Brad’s eyes were rolled back in his head in delicious delirium. Climbing off the bed Master picked up the semiconscious meal and carried him to a long sedan and laid him gently upon it. To keep him warm, Master removed a comforter from the back of the sedan and laid it gently over Brad’s body.

Turning back to the bed Master found Rick awake and the female flushed with desire. She was a magnificent with large breasts that swayed softly with each deep breath. Long chains of gold draped her neck that fell to her ruby pierced navel reminding Master of an ancient pagan sacrifice. Just witnessing his power had her lusting for his cock.

Master climbed back on bed and immediately kissed his pet full on the lips. Rick returned the kiss with wanton ease. Teasing his pet, Master nipped Rick’s full lower lip and pulled it into his mouth to suck the blood away. Rick moaned loudly and squirmed when Master folded his hand around Rick’s throbbing cock. But for the woman watching them he would have flipped his pet over and fucked his sweet ass to his heart’s content, but it would be rude to not accept her as part of his morning meal. Forcibly separating himself from Rick’s mouth, he turned to the woman and asked, “What is your name?”

“Pandora,” she answered seductively.

“Join us, Pandora” Master said and motioned for her to sit on the bed in front of him. She eagerly moved to sit in front of him, her face glowing with desire. Hefting one full ripe breast in his hand, he said, “They are real.”

She smiled proudly and answered, “Yes.” His thumb on her nipple sent tiny jolts of electricity straight to he clit.

“Good. My pet loves real tits,” Master remarked and laid her between him and Rick in the middle of the bed. Rick gazed up at Master who nodded his approval. Like hungry animals they both attacked her pale pink nipples. Pandora writhed under the onslaught and made tight little noises in her throat. When their hands started trailing slowly and deliberately down her body she whimpered louder. Their fingers met at her pussy and parted the wet flesh to stroke her slit and clit. It was maddening the way they controlled her body.

Master raised his head and said, “Play with your nipples. I want to watch you. Rick, her pussy needs some extra attention, don’t you think?”

Rick loved pussy and buried his nose in her cunt. He licked it and chewed on her clit while she twisted her tits hard between her own fingers. He finger fucked her and thumbed her rose bud. She should have cum hard by now but Master was feeding on her through him. Master moved his hand from Rick’s ass long enough to get a pillow and place it under him. This lifted Rick’s firm white ass higher. Spreading his pet’s legs wide apart, Master moved between them and went back to stroking Rick’s fine ass with his hands. Kneading Rick’s butt cheeks, Master lifted his eyes to the woman and smiled. She was desperate to cum.

Pulling those fine butt cheeks apart, Master fingered Rick’s rectum and slicked it with spit. He inserted a finger which made Rick raise his butt a little higher. Master’s pet was one fine ass whore. Ready to begin, Master pressed his cock head against Rick’s hole and pushed it ever so slowly inside. Rick hesitated as electric bolts shot up his spine. He could take Master’s cock and keep licking pussy. He laid the side of his face on her groin.

“Don’t stop,” Master warned him. “Keep licking and finger fucking her.”

Rick tried, but Master was driving his piston like cock in and out of his ass and hitting every nerve in his body. He was a half crazed madman from the constant pounding. He desperately wanted to cum, but Master wouldn’t let him, and when Master unloaded, he still wouldn’t let Rick cum.

Master rolled back on the bed, his cock still full and heavy, and he drew the luscious Pandora on top of him. She moaned wantonly as her hot wet pussy engulfed his cock. He filled her completely. Grabbing her pink nipples between his fingers and pinching them hard, he drew her down so that her butt was lifted and her clit was literally rubbing against his cock. Master nodded at Rick who positioned himself behind her. He fingered her rose bud and made sure it was slick with spit and juice. Rick pushed his cock slowly into her hot tight ass until he was buried to the hilt. She dropped her head and surrendered to the two men about to fuck her senseless.

Rick found his rhythm and plunged his cock in and out of the willing woman. Master was feeding on both of them but not enough to dampen their lust. Rick rose on his knees and slapped Pandora’s sweet round ass with the flat of his hands. He was literally fucking Master through her. Every time he slammed into her butt she ground down on Master’s cock. When Master was ready he released them both to bone crunching orgasms that lasted several minutes.

Pandora swooned from the intensity of her orgasms. When Rick could breath again, he pulled his cock out of her ass and let Master roll her to his side. Master found himself momentarily sated and said, ” We need to shower and get ready to leave.”

“Yeah,” Rick agreed and stood on wobbly legs. He grinned sheepishly and said, “That was some fuck.”

Master rose swiftly beside him and once more kissed his full clean lips. “We better go before I rape you again,” he purred like some great predator against Rick’s mouth. “I don’t want to spend another night away from home.”

But Master couldn’t get his fill of the blond youth. With the warm water beating down on them, he leaned Rick against the shower title and kicked his legs farther apart. Rick leaned his head against his arm and groaned when Master plowed into his ass. It was a quick fuck and both came together.

Dressing was easy for Rick. He pulled on a pair of faded crotchless jeans and a long sleeveless shirt open most of the way down on the side. It allowed Master access to his body while offering some modesty. Master made all his pets dress this way when they traveled off the estate.

Bidding Master Han a good night and thanking him for his hospitality, Master opened the door of the waiting limo and made Rick get inside first. There was a momentary flash of naked ass that drew a smile from Master. Climbing into the limo next, he turned to his pet and once more kissed him. Slipping a hand inside the shirt he stroke the soft nipple that hardened instantly at his touch. Yes, it was vampire magic, but it still pleased Master that his pet was so receptive.

On the drive to the airport where his private jet waited, Master reached into his valise and removed two clamps. “Here you go,” he crooned and leaned over to suck on the delicious tidbit. When it was hard in his mouth, he attached the clamp. He repeated it on the other one and then sat up with a smile. Rick would wear them for the rest of the trip. Master then made his pet lean forward. Oh how he loved Rick’s firm white ass. He couldn’t help himself. Like a man possessed, he bit the hard mound of muscle while reaching between Rick’s legs and fondling his junk. “I could eat you all night,” he growled and removed a plug from the valise. Rick squirmed as Master inserted a humming butt plug into his waiting rectum. Rick’s body was now ready for Master to snack on during the long flight home.

Once seated in the jet, Master removed a book from the valise and found the chapter he had been reading. He loved snacking while he read and wrapped his hand around Rick’s swollen cock Rick his body humming with lust laid back in the seat and closed his eyes. He loved being this horny all time.

Half way home Master looked down at his dozing pet and smiled. Rick looked so innocent in his sleep. Biting his lip and drawing blood, Master leaned over and kissed him. Rick responded and tasted blood, Master’s blood. It was only enough to dampen his lower lip and he licked it off easily, but his body reacted suddenly with a massive surge of lust that the Master quickly fed on to keep him from cumming and messing up the seat. To be almost there would have driven a normal man crazy but Rick and the other food knew that lust made the blood tastier and the eventual orgasm was mind numbing.

Once home Master told Rick to go to his bed and wait for him. Master needed to spend some time with his other pets but he wanted Rick waiting for him when he was ready to retire. Rick did as he was told and stripped off the travel wear to lie nude and perfect on Master’s bed. There was a large mirror over the bed and he could see himself nipples clamped, his cock swollen and thick flat on his belly waiting to be fucked by Master. His body thrummed with sexual desire. How easy would it be to grab his shaft and jack himself off? Master did not care for masturbation. Sex was to be shared and savored. Rick needed to wait for his master.

To keep his hands away from his cock he grabbed the headboard to luxuriate in the melting desire of lust. With the plug humming on his prostate sending one delicious jolt up his spine after another, he prayed Master was not gone long..

It was a few hours before dawn when Master returned to his bedroom. He found his favorite meal hot and firm waiting to be released. Liking the sight of him with his hands over his head, Master tied them that way. He then removed his clothes and climbed on the bed beside Rick. Removing one harsh nipple clamp he bent over and lapped the rich blood up. Rick moaned as the pain intensified and made his cock throb. Master leaned across his body and freed the other nipple. The blood was delicious.

One more time before morning Master lifted Rick’s legs high and threw them over his shoulders. Removing the plug he rammed his cock into the willing body. Rick belonged to him in a way none of this other pets did. And when they came, they came together screaming. “You belong to me,” Master said and kissed the youth before untying his hands. As an after thought he kissed one of Rick’s traumatized nipples and then collapsed on his side of the bed. If Rick wanted to leave he could, but he decided to stay where he was. He was exhausted in a fantastic way.

Master had taken centuries to build his fortune, and in the twenty-first century he kept the money coming in by wisely investing in businesses that were guaranteed to make him money. These usually involved the food and entertainment industries, and while most people were more than willing to let a rich vampire become co-owner of their companies, some were not so willing. Lauren Whitt, the owner of McGill’s Dragon Pub, was one such person. Master had been trying for two years to set up a meeting with her, and she always put him off with one excuse or another. He suspected she was afraid to do business with him because he was a vampire. Although vampires had the same rights as true humans, a lot of people were still afraid of them.

Unwilling to wait any longer, he decided to pay her a personal unannounced visit. Since it was going to be over night he decided to take Rick with him, and maybe Helena, just incase a beautiful blond man was not as interesting to her as a beautiful woman. Yes, he was not against using bait to get his way.

Rick was dressed in his usual loose yellow shirt open on the sides and crotchless jeans. The front of the shirt was long enough to hide his cock and balls unless he was aroused and then nothing would be able to hide that hardware. As usual Master made him wear a plug that could be turned on to vibrate by remote controls. For the time being Master decided not to attach anything to his nipples. Still Rick had such nice nipples, so sensitive and tasty. He pinched them hard between his fingers and smiled when Rick reacted with a whimper of lust.

Helena on the other hand Master dressed in a nearly transparent blouse of pale blue and the pales of suede chaps. Beneath it the thin blouse her luscious tits were pinned with tiny enameled ladybugs trimmed in gold. They were clearly visible under the blouse if the leather vest she wore over it opened just right. Since her blouse could not hide her naked pussy Master allowed her to wear a pale white thong. A remote control butterfly nestled against her clit beneath them.

“Such sweet treats,” he said and hefted her ripe breasts. “Now I must go dine before we leave.”

Master called Maurice and Andre into his bedroom. Maurice supplied the blood while Andre supplied the ass. Working his cock deep into his pet’s body, Master fed well on the orgasms he would not let Andre have until he was satisfied. Then he and the man came together in crashing orgasms. This would tide him over until Dallas.

During the flight to Dallas, Master decided to let Helena entertain them by activating her butterfly. Agitated by the tiny clamps on her nipples and the butterfly humming against her clit, she squirmed restlessly in the seat across from Master and Rick. While they watched, she pinched her clamped nipples and rubbed her wet pussy to heighten the sensation. She sat so they could see everything. For Rick it was an eye feast watching her masturbate, his cock standing hard against his belly. She made eye contact with him and continued to play with her pussy until massive orgasms shook her body, Master smiled and asked Rick, “Do you want to fuck her?”

“Oh yes,” Rick answered greedily.

Rick dropped to the floor in front of her while another orgasm shook Helena’s gorgeous body. Her magnificent breasts were heaved while she squeezed the ladybugs clinging to her super sensitive nipples. Rick tore the thong and butterfly off her pussy and leaned down to run his tongue over her juicy cunt and swollen clit. She shuddered again as he ran his tongue inside of her and slurped on her hot juices. Half crazed by her pussy and the hum in his ass, he repositioned himself and rammed his cock deep inside of her hot cunt. Even though they were both well used for sex, her pussy like his ass was still super tight. Slowly drawing his cock back, fighting the urge to cum, he hesitated a second and then fucked her again. His spine became a piston as he fucked her over and over. He did not want to cum until he could hold back no longer.

Master watched Rick’s ass with lustful eyes. Rick had such a hard tight ass, perfect for fucking. Sweat glistened on his lower back in the hollow before the flair of his muscular hips. When Rick could hold back no longer, he rammed his cock deep inside of Helena and exploded with a flash of lightning up his spine. She screamed as her well-used clit lit up again.

Master smiled with satisfaction. His pets were deliciously lusty. He made them clean each other up before having Rick sit back down beside him. He didn’t make Helena put a butterfly back on, but he did leave the plug in Rick for tearing the first butterfly off her. Rick’s ass was going to be good and ready for a thorough fucking when they reached their final destination, the Hotel Marriott.

Reservations were already made and only required a signature, but while this was happening, curious people in the lobby could not help but notice Rick and Helena’s provocative attire. It was hot and she had taken off her vest, and his shirt was damp with sweat. No one said anything outright.

Needing a suite for the next two nights, Master had their suitcases taken upstairs with Rick and Helena while he made a few business calls in the lobby, one of them to Lauren Whitt to let her know he was in town and wanted to stop by and see the pub. Also if she wanted to come over for drinks, he would be happy to supply the wine. He assured her he had his own food and would be no threat to her.

“You travel with your own food?” she asked incredulously on the other end of the cell phone.

“Certainly. It takes many months to prepare my food the way that I like it,” he answered in a matter of fact voice. “Rick had to learn to like pain, and Helena just had to learn to let her sexual inhibitions go. I can do anything I want with her now.”

“A man and a woman?”

“Why not? Men and women taste differently.”

“I did not know that.”

He could hear her interest on the other end. The curiosity of one who was getting aroused just thinking about uninhibited sex. “My pets are quite delicious not to mention quite beautiful. I let them play on the jet over, since it’s still a couple of hours before I have to rest, I’m going to feed some more. You are welcome to join us if you want.”


He heard the doubt in her voice. “You don’t have to join us. For me it’s like dining. They are my food. I can have a bottle of chilled wine waiting if you like.”

“I need to think about it.”

“Certainly. Then I will see you tomorrow, as I intend to stop by the pub for a nice visit. I hear the music there is excellent.”

“It is.”

” Very good, then unless I see you soon, good night.”

He had put the thought in her head and suspected she would show up at least by tomorrow evening. Locating his suite, he found his pets dutifully waiting on him to join them. Both were nude and looked as if they had taken a quick shower. Removing his own clothes, Master climbed on the bed between them and told Rick to turn over. Running his hand along the firm back and ass, he smiled and moved to kiss Rick’s willing and responsive mouth. Rick would allow no male but Master to kiss him so deeply and passionately. This pleased Master enormously.

Facing Helena, he cupped her sweet face in his hands and gave her the same long lingering kiss. Her soul was kind and innocent, but her body was made for sex. When Master drew back he gazed at her magnificent breasts with pride. This beautiful creature belonged entirely to him, heart, body and soul. But her being a woman and his cock being so large, he was afraid he would hurt her if he ass fucked her. Call him old fashioned but he didn’t like hurting women. That was why he kept and favored males for butt fucking. Besides men had that sweet spot that just needed to be stroked by a nice large cock.

Turning back to Rick’s delicious ass, Master told Rick to get on his hands and knees while he felt for the plug and removed it. Master kissed Rick’s left flank and them lightly bit it. His teeth were sharp and sent shivers of desire through Rick’s body. They tasted like candy on his tongue. Positioning his cock against Rick’s rectum, he slowly pushed the head of his cock into Rick’s body. He did it slowly to increase the pleasure and savored Rick’s tremble of desire. Such a fine willing body, such a tight sweet ass.

The vampire knew when he hit the sweet spot. Rick gasped and tried to rock his butt backwards to take more cock inside of him. Such a horny boy Master thought. Drawing back and then ramming forward, Master smiled and picked up his pace. “Suck his dick,” he told Helena. “Get under him and lick his cock.”

Helena did as she was told, although it was not a burden. She loved sucking Rick’s cock. Taking the swollen head into her mouth, she sucked and licked on it while stroking him with her hands. Oil freed from his ass supplied the lubricant.

Rick teetered on the edge of an incredible orgasm. Master would not let him cum until he was ready to release his hold. Moaning wantonly Rick threw his head back and prayed he would get relief soon. Master’s cock was plunging rhythmically in and out of his ass, Helena was treating his cock to one incredible blowjob, sucking and stroking and hefting his ball sack. Suddenly Master slammed his cock deep into Rick’s ass and released his hold. Rick came violently as a bone crunching orgasm ripped through his body and emptied into Helena’s mouth. It seemed to go on forever as Master pumped hot cum into his bowels.

“You are such a good slut,” Master said as he withdrew his cock from Rick’s fine ass. The sound of it slipping free was sexy in itself. For fun he slapped Rick’s hard butt with the flat of his hand. The pale white skin turned a deep red for a moment. Master liked it and wondered if maybe it was time to push Rick’s tolerance for pain. Pain released such delicious hormones, but not everyone could mix pain and sex. He would work on Rick’s lovely white ass the next night.

Smiling at Helena, he said, “Next.”

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