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Roy awoke early.‭ ‬He had always been an early riser,‭ ‬there was something peaceful and quiet about the morning and he liked having the time to himself.‭ ‬Part of him also realized that it gave him a head start on any competition with which he might have to fight.‭ ‬He liked being up late,‭ ‬too,‭ ‬and fortunately he could go for weeks on only a few hours of sleep.‭ ‬At some point he would need to crash out for‭ ‬16‭ ‬or‭ ‬20‭ ‬hours straight to catch up,‭ ‬but that was still a week or more away.

He stretched out and brushed against Elaine.‭ ‬She was asleep on her stomach,‭ ‬naked,‭ ‬with her hands in padded cuffs under her.‭ ‬He knew he did not need to keep her cuffed,‭ ‬she was his,‭ ‬body and soul,‭ ‬and would not try to escape him,‭ ‬but he liked keeping her helpless and he liked reminding her of her submission.‭ ‬She was his slave,‭ ‬after all.

Roy did a quick inventory of the day.‭ ‬He had to run a few errands this morning,‭ ‬and he needed some computer time.‭ ‬Despite his rugged outdoorsy nature,‭ ‬he also had the heart of a tech geek and his fingers itched if they did not get on a qwerty keyboard now and then.‭ ‬The business center at the casino had some that were adequate,‭ ‬not up to his professional standards,‭ ‬but he could check in at work and do a few things to get his fix.‭ ‬After that,‭ ‬lunch,‭ ‬then in the afternoon they would go and see Mark.

Mark was the local Association boss in the area.‭ ‬He was also something of a feudal lord in Elko county.‭ ‬He had a huge ranch,‭ ‬owned the casino in which Roy and Elaine were staying,‭ ‬had interests in some mines and anything that could make money out here.‭ ‬He was a powerful man and needed to be treated with the utmost respect,‭ ‬especially since he could send Sam to take care of any problems.‭ ‬If Mark was the brains and capital,‭ ‬Sam was the muscle and the guy who did the dirty work.‭ ‬It did not pay to cross Sam.‭

Tomorrow morning,‭ ‬Roy would head back home to Las Vegas and life with his new slave.‭ ‬He tried to think more of what life would be like with Elaine there to satisfy his every whim,‭ ‬and not mundane things like did the pool guy show up on time‭?

Roy looked up at the ceiling.‭ ‬Morning light was filtering in through the closed curtains.‭ ‬He knew he was not going to get back to sleep so he might as well get on with the day.‭ ‬He got out of bed and opened the window.‭ ‬It was still cool outside and he preferred fresh air more than canned air conditioning,‭ ‬as long as it was not hotter than‭ ‬90‭ ‬degrees‭; ‬then a/c was okay.‭ ‬He went to the bathroom,‭ ‬started the coffee pot,‭ ‬then came back to bed.

He pulled the sheets back to gaze at Elaine’s lovely body.‭ ‬She was a beautiful thirty years old,‭ ‬just now starting to come in to the height of her beauty.‭ ‬She was‭ ‬5‭’‬2‭” ‬with a slim build,‭ ‬long legs,‭ ‬a flat stomach and a gorgeous ass.‭ ‬Roy loved fucking that ass,‭ ‬he would never tire of that.‭ ‬He looked at her turtle tattoo on her butt,‭ ‬he had already made arrangements to have it removed,‭ ‬the only marks on that beautiful stretch of flesh would be his.‭ ‬He knew under her were a pair of firm,‭ ‬sensitive breasts that made her squirm delightfully when he pulled on them or licked them.‭ ‬But her most striking features were her big blue eyes,‭ ‬now closed,‭ ‬he loved seeing the utter submission in them when he took her.

Roy was getting hard looking at Elaine.‭ ‬Well,‭ ‬that was the great thing about a slave:‭ ‬he did not have to wait for her to get ready or be in the mood.‭ ‬He could have her whenever he wanted and there was nothing she could do about it.‭

Roy reached down and pulled Elaine’s legs apart,‭ ‬his hand lingering on her silky thigh.‭ ‬He was breathing hard in anticipation of taking her.‭ ‬He slipped a finger into her slit and began working it into her.‭ ‬He had found that,‭ ‬unlike him,‭ ‬Elaine was a deep sleeper.‭ ‬She stirred as his finger penetrated her,‭ ‬but did not awaken.‭ ‬Her mind might be asleep,‭ ‬but her body was awake and Roy could feel her instantly get wet around his penetrating digit.‭ ‬What an amazing slave he had taken,‭ ‬he thought.

Roy climbed between her legs and guided his hard cock to her waiting lower lips.‭ ‬He paused before entering her,‭ ‬taking in the beauty of her naked body.‭ ‬Her naked body that belonged to him,‭ ‬he reminded himself.‭ ‬He pushed his way into her,‭ ‬slowly filling and stretching her for the first time on this Monday morning.‭ ‬And to think he used to hate Mondays‭!

Roy bored all the way into Elaine’s helpless body and stopped when his hips pressed against her perfect butt.‭ ‬He could see her eyes begin to flutter,‭ ‬she was starting to wake up.‭ ‬He smiled wickedly,‭ ‬pulled back then rammed hard back into her.‭ ‬Elaine’s eyes flew open and she moaned as Roy pounded away at her.‭ ‬Roy was overcome by lust and the sense of power of having this gorgeous woman completely at his mercy.‭ ‬He used her fast and hard,‭ ‬her moans of pleasure and pain only fueling his drive.‭ ‬Roy came with a moan of his own,‭ ‬shooting his load deep inside his slave.

Roy lay on top of Elaine,‭ ‬his cock still buried inside her and kissed her cheek.‭ ‬She smiled,‭ ‬her eyes closed,‭ ‬and wiggled her hips around his cock a little.‭ ‬Elaine was content,‭ ‬happy he was not still mad about Kristy yesterday and happy to be taken like this to start the day.

‭”‬Good morning,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬she whispered to him.

‭”‬Good morning,‭ ‬Slave,‭” ‬he answered.‭

Roy was loathe to get up,‭ ‬but he had things to do today.‭ ‬Reluctantly,‭ ‬he pulled out of his slave,‭ ‬a trail of semen leaking out of her onto the sheets,‭ ‬and stood up.‭ ‬He poured a cup of coffee for himself and another for Elaine.‭ ‬He left hers on the nightstand beside the bed then went to take a quick shower.

Elaine rolled over and thought about going back to sleep‭; ‬she did enjoy her sleep.‭ ‬But her body was awake and the coffee smelled,‭ ‬well…‭ ‬it did not smell like good coffee,‭ ‬but it smelled like coffee.‭ ‬She rolled over and sat up in bed.‭ ‬She was leaking cum,‭ ‬but there was nothing she could do about that right now.‭ ‬Elaine had cleaned hotel rooms before,‭ ‬so she would be nice and strip the bed for the housekeeper,‭ ‬but right now she was going to have some of that coffee.‭ ‬With her bound hands she picked up the cup and began to sip.‭ ‬It definitely was not good coffee,‭ ‬weak and bitter at the same time,‭ ‬but she drank it anyway.

Elaine could hear Roy singing Devo in the shower.‭ ‬That brought a smile to her face.‭ ‬Roy seemed to be good at so many things,‭ ‬but his singing was absolutely horrible.‭ ‬That one flaw seemed to make him a little more human and endearing to her.‭ ‬Endearing‭? ‬Was she developing feelings for Roy‭? ‬He had entered her life‭ (‬and her pussy,‭ ‬and her mouth,‭ ‬and her ass‭) ‬like a hurricane,‭ ‬had made her feel things she had never felt before and made her do things she had never done before.‭ ‬She had given herself to him completely,‭ ‬but did she have feelings for him‭? ‬Elaine decided not to go down that path of thought.‭ ‬It really didn’t matter anyway,‭ ‬she was his and how she felt was irrelevant.

The shower turned off and Roy kept singing.‭ ‬It was‭ “‬Whip It‭”‬,‭ ‬Elaine wondered if that was a hint as to what he had in mind for the day.‭ ‬He shaved and dried off and came out with a towel around his waist.‭ ‬Elaine found that bit of modesty amusing,‭ ‬it wasn’t like she had not already seen him naked enough already.‭ ‬He leaned over and kissed Elaine briefly,‭ ‬neither one wanted to share morning breath.

‭”‬That really is awful coffee,‭ ‬isn’t it,‭ ‬Slave‭?” ‬he asked her.

‭”‬Horrible,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬she answered.

‭”‬I’ll see about getting some better coffee from room service,‭” ‬he assured her then went into the living room.‭ ‬Roy made a phone call,‭ ‬she heard the word‭ “‬coffee‭”‬,‭ ‬then came back into the bedroom.‭ ‬He reached down and took the cuffs off Elaine’s wrists.

‭”‬I will be gone this morning,‭ ‬but will be back by lunch time,‭” ‬he reached down and stroked her cheek.‭ “‬You have the morning free.‭” ‬He had her purse.‭ ‬He took out her phone,‭ ‬credit cards and ID,‭ ‬but left the cash.‭ “‬Do some shopping,‭ ‬take a swim,‭ ‬whatever.‭ ‬You know what you are and are not supposed to do.‭ ‬If you do anything wrong I’ll punish you later.‭”

“Is that a threat or a promise‭?” ‬She smiled and kissed his hand.

‭”‬Both.‭ ‬I ordered room service for you.‭ ‬Coffee and a fruit plate.‭”

“Thank you,‭ ‬Master.‭ ‬What would you like me to wear today‭?”

“You were so busy with Kristy that you didn’t even look at what she brought you‭?”

“Just the collar and hand cuffs,‭ ‬Master.‭”

“Well,‭ ‬go look.‭”

Elaine reluctantly scrambled out of bed.‭ ‬Roy watched her spectacular ass as she walked to the closet and the dry cleaning bag Kristy had hung up last night.‭ ‬She gave a little squeal of joy as she opened it up to see her blue floral sundress.‭ ‬She looked it over,‭ ‬there were no stains or dirt on it.

‭”‬I asked which cleaner the brothel used and took it there.‭ ‬I thought they might be good at getting semen stains out of clothes,‭” ‬Roy told her.

‭”‬Thank you,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬she stepped up on her toes and gave him a quick kiss.‭ “‬It’s one of my favorites.‭”

“Mine,‭ ‬too,‭” ‬he answered.‭ ‬She was about to slip it on when Roy stopped her.‭ “‬Why don’t you get cleaned up first.‭ ‬They just got all the stains out,‭ ‬let’s not put new ones on it just yet.‭” ‬He pointed at her upper thigh where a stream of cum dripped down.

‭”‬Yes,‭ ‬Master.‭”

Roy left and Elaine cleaned herself up and slipped on her dress.‭ ‬The cleaners had done a great job and got all the cum and dirt out of it.‭ ‬Roy had not said anything about underwear so she was free and open below while her nipples rubbed against the soft fabric of the dress above.

Room service knocked on the door.‭ ‬Elaine opened the door and saw the same waiter from yesterday.‭ ‬He seemed genuinely disappointed that she was not naked again,‭ ‬even though her dress still showed a lot of skin.‭ ‬She tipped him and took her breakfast out on the balcony.

All things considered,‭ ‬Elaine was pretty cheerful.‭ ‬It was a beautiful morning,‭ ‬still cool with the heat of the day yet to come.‭ ‬The morning sex with Roy had been great and he seemed to hold no hard feelings over her time with Kristy.‭ ‬That brought a brief frown to Elaine’s pretty face.‭ ‬She thought about how the strong brunette had raped her yesterday,‭ ‬how she made her cum with her hands and how the young woman had ridden Elaine’s face.‭ ‬For some reason,‭ ‬that was more traumatic than the three days of constant fucking by Roy.‭ ‬Maybe it was because he took a long term interest in her rather than just a quick orgasm.‭ ‬She guessed it had more to do with Roy being a man.‭ ‬It just seemed natural that men would do that,‭ ‬but,‭ ‬despite her time with Amanda,‭ ‬she still looked at other women as equals and to be subjected like that by another woman hit deeper into her world view.

Elaine took a sip of her coffee and got her thoughts off of that track.‭ ‬It was a beautiful morning,‭ ‬and the mountains in the distance looked cool and inviting.‭ ‬She ate some fruit and nibbled on her muffin.‭ ‬She had started her day off with a wonderful orgasm and had the promise of more to come later.‭ ‬More than that,‭ ‬for the first time since she had met Roy,‭ ‬she had some free time.‭ ‬She was going to go buy some workout clothes and a bathing suit and hit the spa.‭ ‬She was excited by the possibility of a good workout to finally get all the kinks and knots of the past few days out,‭ ‬some time in the sauna and finally a swim.‭ ‬After that,‭ ‬lunch,‭ ‬a few drinks and falling asleep to the TV until her owner came home.‭ ‬After that‭? ‬Undoubtedly more rough sex.‭ ‬Yes,‭ ‬the day looked good.

Elaine drank her coffee,‭ ‬ate her breakfast and started a crossword puzzle.‭ ‬She was making pretty good progress and was feeling pretty good about herself.‭ ‬She looked down in time to see a jogger across the street.‭ ‬Instantly,‭ ‬a cold chill shot down her spine.‭ ‬There was no mistaking the woman jogging:‭ ‬it was Kristy.‭ ‬Elaine froze and watched the attractive young woman run,‭ ‬she saw the powerful thighs that yesterday had pinned her head in place,‭ ‬the bouncing breasts she had been forced to suck.‭ ‬Kristy stopped right across the street,‭ ‬no more than fifty feet away and looked directly at Elaine.‭ ‬She smiled and blew a kiss then continued on her run.

Elaine shivered and thought about going back in,‭ ‬but Kristy was gone.‭ ‬Roy had said he had taken care of the problem,‭ ‬whatever that meant.‭ ‬Kristy had had Elaine,‭ ‬there was no denying that and now she had just reminded Elaine of that.‭ ‬Maybe that was it,‭ ‬but Elaine was still uncomfortable.‭ ‬She lost interest in the crossword and left her coffee on the balcony.

Well,‭ ‬maybe the next item on her agenda would cheer her up.‭ ‬She grabbed her purse,‭ ‬Roy had left her no ID or credit cards,‭ ‬but plenty of cash.‭ ‬Elaine was not normally the type to enjoy shopping,‭ ‬but she needed things.

She glided through the lobby and out onto the street.‭ ‬She got the usual leers from the casino patrons but ignored them.‭ ‬Down the street there was a little women’s boutique and she made her purchases.‭ ‬She bought some short running shorts,‭ ‬they showed a lot of leg and she thought Roy would like them,‭ ‬and a pack of colored t-shirts.‭ ‬They did not have much in the way of swimsuits‭ (‬Elko was in the middle of the desert‭) ‬so she took the only one that fit.‭ ‬It was a small two piece that did not leave much to the imagination,‭ ‬bright red with string ties.‭ ‬Her normal modesty had gone away with the coming of Roy so she bought it without a second thought.‭ ‬She picked up some more travel clothes,‭ ‬all sufficiently revealing to make her owner happy.‭ ‬One skirt gave her a guilty thrill.‭ ‬It was blue pleated cotton that barely came below her ass,‭ ‬she knew if she bent at the waist it would ride up and show a nice bit of cheek.‭ ‬She managed not to blush as she paid for it.

At a drugstore on the way back she picked up some more toiletries and a bottle of wine.‭ ‬Her arms full of her purchases,‭ ‬she returned to the casino.‭ ‬It was getting hot already and she was ready to spend the rest of the day inside or in water.‭ ‬She walked back in the lobby and the air conditioning hit her,‭ ‬without looking she could feel her nipples get hard from the sudden cooling.‭ ‬She did not mind it too much until she saw Kristy again.

Kristy was behind the counter at the guest services desk in the lobby.‭ ‬She was back in uniform,‭ ‬just like she had been yesterday when Elaine first saw her.‭ ‬Kristy was staring at Elaine,‭ ‬her eyes wandering from Elaine’s perky nipples to her shoulders,‭ ‬then lingering on her legs.‭ ‬When she saw Elaine looking at her she smiled,‭ ‬then,‭ ‬with no hint of shame,‭ ‬looked back at Elaine’s breasts.

Elaine hurried on.‭ ‬Kristy’s desk was by the elevators,‭ ‬every time Elaine passed through the lobby she would have to walk by it.‭ ‬She would have to be ogled by the woman who had raped her yesterday.‭ ‬She pushed the button for the elevator and had to wait.‭ ‬Like most hotels,‭ ‬the stairs were not very convenient and even though she was only going to the second floor she had to take the elevator.

The elevators were on the top floors and slowly coming down,‭ ‬stopping at every floor.‭ ‬Elaine realized that she had gotten here at check out time.‭ ‬She made a point of not looking back at Kristy,‭ ‬but she could feel the young woman’s eyes on her.‭ ‬She shifted nervously and dropped one of the bags with her clothes in it.‭ ‬She had too much in her hands and fumbled to try and pick it up.

‭”‬You dropped this,‭ ‬ma’am,‭” ‬Elaine turned and saw Kristy holding her bag.‭ ‬She handed it to Elaine,‭ ‬letting their hands brush,‭ ‬her fingers lingering on Elaine’s.‭ ‬Elaine realized that those were the same fingers that had roughly fucked her yesterday.

Elaine was too shocked to say anything.‭ ‬Kristy smiled at her with a knowing grin.‭ ‬Fortunately Elaine was saved by the arrival of both elevators.‭ ‬Tourists,‭ ‬cowboys and a tour group of Asians spilled out into the lobby.‭ ‬Kristy calmly began answering questions and giving directions while Elaine slipped into the elevator.

Elaine hurried into her room.‭ ‬She thought about just staying in here all day,‭ ‬that way she could avoid Kristy.‭ ‬But she was so looking forward to her morning,‭ ‬and she decided to get on with it and go work out.‭ ‬She hung her dress up on a hanger,‭ ‬briefly looking at her nude body in the mirror.‭ ‬This was what so many people wanted,‭ ‬she thought wryly to herself.‭ ‬She smiled a little then got dressed to go back down.

She put her swimsuit on and her workout clothes over it.‭ ‬She knew that she was showing a lot of leg,‭ ‬the shorts barely came below her ass,‭ ‬and Kristy would get a good look,‭ ‬but that could not be helped.‭ ‬Still feeling nervous and self conscious,‭ ‬she poured and drank a quick glass of wine.

Kristy was still dealing with a crowd of guests when Elaine hurried through the lobby,‭ ‬but the brunette still managed to conspicuously check out Elaine as she passed.

The spa was nothing spectacular.‭ ‬The gym room had a few machines:‭ ‬a nautilus,‭ ‬two stairmasters and an exercise bike.‭ ‬Elaine had the place to herself at least and started her workout.‭ ‬She was surprised by how stiff she had become the past few days.‭ ‬All her exercise had consisted of being tied up and fucked so while her pussy and asshole had been stretched and loosened,‭ ‬the rest of her was tight and tense.‭ ‬It took awhile,‭ ‬an hour by the clock on the wall,‭ ‬but she finally stretched out.

She had a good sweat going and decided it was enough for today.‭ ‬She stripped down to her swimsuit and sat in the sauna.‭ ‬The heat loosened her some more and she melted into the heat,‭ ‬all the impurities sweating out of her body.‭ ‬She imagined Roy’s cum oozing out of her pores as she sweated on the wooden bench.

A quick shower to wash off the sweat and she stepped out to the pool.‭ ‬The glare was blinding and she fumbled for her sunglasses,‭ ‬her eyes watering from the bright light.‭ ‬With her sunglasses on her eyes adjusted and she took a look at the pool.‭ ‬It was a decent sized pool,‭ ‬but set up more for playing than swimming.‭ ‬Again,‭ ‬she had the place to herself‭; ‬it was Monday and the new guests had not checked in yet.

Elaine set her stuff down on a chair and jumped into the water.‭ ‬It was chilly,‭ ‬but warmer than the creek she had been in with Roy.‭ ‬She happily swam from end to end,‭ ‬doing laps in the short pool.‭ ‬When she had pushed herself to the point of exhaustion she climbed out.‭

As she was drying off she saw a group of people coming out of the hotel.‭ ‬They were on a tour and leading the tour was Kristy.‭ ‬She was at the head of about a dozen older Asians.

‭”‬This is our pool,‭” ‬Kristy was telling them,‭ ‬but once again she only had eyes for Elaine.‭ ‬Elaine was very aware that all she was wearing was a skimpy bathing suit.‭ ‬She was toweling off her hair when the group came out so the towel did not hide the goose bumps on her fair skin or her hard nipples poking through her top.‭ “‬It’s kind of quiet now,‭ ‬but will be happening by the afternoon.‭ ‬How’s the water‭?” ‬she called out to Elaine.

Elaine hesitated but found the ability to answer,‭ “‬Nice,‭ ‬very nice.‭” ‬She met eyes briefly with Kristy then resumed drying off as fast as she could.‭ ‬This woman had violated Elaine last night,‭ ‬and now she seemed to revel in following Elaine and reminding her of the fact.‭ ‬She had made Elaine please her and seemed proud of that.

‭”‬That is our pool bar,‭” ‬Kristy continued her tour,‭ “‬it opens at two.‭” ‬She led them past the pool and back into the casino,‭ ‬winking at Elaine as they continued.

Elaine hurried back to her room‭; ‬at least Kristy was not at her desk.‭ ‬She felt great,‭ ‬her body had the pleasant ache a good workout brought.‭ ‬She tried not to think about Kristy and hopped in for another long,‭ ‬hot shower.

After the shower she rubbed lotion into her skin,‭ ‬making it nice and soft for her owner.‭ ‬It also kept her from itching,‭ ‬too,‭ ‬but that was just an added bonus.‭ ‬She dried her hair and was looking forward to a nice lunch when Roy got back,‭ ‬or maybe a nap until then.‭ ‬She hung up her towel and stepped naked out of the bathroom.

‭”‬Naked again‭? ‬Just for me‭?” ‬Elaine froze and felt a chill in her stomach as she saw Kristy sitting on the couch.‭ ‬Kristy looked Elaine up and down slowly and deliberately.‭ ‬Kristy had changed into a pair of short shorts and a sleeveless blouse.

Elaine heard Roy laugh and saw him bringing a tray with three glasses of whiskey and ice to the coffee table.

‭”‬You are pale as a ghost,‭ ‬Slave,‭” ‬Roy chuckled at her.‭ “‬Get dressed,‭ ‬Kristy will be joining us for lunch.‭”

“Yes,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬Elaine turned to get her dress.

‭”‬Don’t feel you have to get dressed on my account,‭” ‬Kristy taunted her,‭ “‬it’s nothing I haven’t see,‭ ‬or done,‭ ‬before.‭”

Elaine blushed and hurriedly slipped on her dress.‭ ‬She took a second to try to regain her composure.‭ ‬Roy was sitting at the other end of the couch and motioned for Elaine to sit down between him and Kristy.‭ ‬Elaine walked over on bare feet and sat between the two people who had raped her.

Roy handed a drink to Kristy and one to Elaine.‭ ‬The glass felt cold in her trembling fingers.‭ ‬Roy raised his glass for a toast.‭ “‬To Elaine,‭ ‬who has brought us so much pleasure,‭” ‬he said and the three of them,‭ ‬Elaine somewhat reluctantly,‭ ‬clinked their glasses together.‭ ‬Kristy and Roy took small sips of theirs,‭ ‬Elaine nearly drained hers in one.‭ ‬She needed something to calm her nerves.

‭”‬Kristy has recommended a nice pizza place around the corner,‭” ‬Roy said to Elaine.‭ “‬She will join us for lunch then come back with us for a while.‭” ‬He left it hang for a minute,‭ ‬letting the implications sink in to Elaine.

‭”‬As Master wishes,‭” ‬Elaine mumbled.

‭”‬Master wishes,‭” ‬Roy said.‭ “‬After than we will go see Mark and thank him for helping clean the mess from yesterday.‭”

“Yes,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬Elaine tried not to look at Kristy,‭ ‬but she was very aware of the presence of the strong young woman beside her.

Kristy began to babble on about Elko and the pizza place where they would be eating.‭ ‬Elaine really wasn’t paying attention.‭ ‬While Kristy droned on about the railroad and Basque shepherds Elaine was wondering about the rest of the day.‭ ‬She was forced to remember that her body now existed for the pleasure of others.

Finally,‭ ‬Elaine realized that Kristy was done talking and the glasses were empty.‭ ‬Elaine felt a little light headed and buzzed from drinking the whiskey on an empty stomach.‭ ‬Kristy and Roy stood up and got ready to go.‭ ‬Roy offered Elaine a helping hand to stand up.‭ ‬Silently,‭ ‬she stood,‭ ‬slipped on her sandals and followed Roy and Kristy out.

They passed through the haze of smoke of the casino.‭ ‬Just walking through made Elaine want to cough and scrub her hair.‭ ‬Kristy and Roy walked in front of her,‭ ‬talking and laughing.‭ ‬Out on the street the heat hit them.‭ ‬It was not as oppressive as it was in Las Vegas,‭ ‬but still uncomfortable.‭

They walked around the corner and into a narrow store front and Elaine felt better.‭ ‬When her father was alive,‭ ‬he had a nose for good pizza.‭ ‬He had been born and bred in New York City,‭ ‬Queens to be exact,‭ ‬and even after he had left the city he still had a knack for finding good pizza.‭ ‬On many road trips as a child,‭ ‬Elaine had sat in the car while he drove around strange towns looking for pizza.‭ ‬He would stop at a likely looking restaurant,‭ ‬leave the rest of the family in the car and go inside and check the place out.‭ ‬In a few minutes he would come back and they would either drive on and repeat the drill or go inside.‭ ‬Elaine had never had bad pizza with her father,‭ ‬when one of her childhood friends had taken her to have her first bad pizza,‭ ‬she had been appalled.‭ ‬To Elaine,‭ ‬bad pizza was like bad sex:‭ ‬not worth the effort.‭

‬This was going to be good pizza,‭ ‬she knew that before they even ordered.‭ ‬The store was long and narrow with a counter at the back where they ordered.‭ ‬At some point they had expanded into the store front next door and just knocked a door in the wall and put in more tables.‭ ‬The tables were long with benches instead of chairs and red and white checked table cloths.‭ ‬It was the end of the lunch rush and the place was still busy.‭ ‬Elaine could see big,‭ ‬thin crust pizzas served on beat up pans,‭ ‬eaten off of paper plates with metal silverware.‭ ‬Each table had red pepper,‭ ‬Parmesan cheese and salt and pepper.‭ ‬There was none of the proliferation of shakers that seemed to crop up these days.‭ ‬Best of all was the staff.‭ ‬A cute young Italian looking girl took the orders at the counter.‭ ‬She could not have been more than‭ ‬16‭ ‬years old.‭ ‬A young boy bussed the tables and another young man pulled pizzas out of the oven while an old guy with bushy eye bros and curly gray hair spread the cheese and sauce on the dough.‭ ‬They all looked alike,‭ ‬a family business.‭

‬Elaine had no idea what was going to happen to her later,‭ ‬but she knew she was going to have a good lunch.‭

‬Kristy approached the counter,‭ ‬the young woman smiled up at her.‭

“‬Hey,‭ ‬Kristy‭” ‬she said.‭ “‬You wanna slice‭?”

“‬No,‭ ‬Nancy,‭” ‬she answered and winked at the young man pulling another pizza out of the oven.‭ ‬He tried not to be obvious as he checked her out.‭ ‬It was apparent he had a huge crush on her.‭ “‬These are some new friends from the casino.‭ ‬Why don’t you give us an extra large pepperoni and a pitcher of Coors.‭”

“‬Sure thing,‭ ‬Kristy,‭” ‬she turned back to the older man making the pizzas.‭ “‬You got that,‭ ‬Dad‭?”

“‬I got it,‭” ‬he answered.‭ ‬He looked at Kristy,‭ “‬why don’t you have a seat and I’ll bring your beer out to you.‭”

“‬Sure thing,‭ ‬Lenny.‭”

‬Roy stepped forward and paid the bill,‭ ‬dropping a ten in the tip jar and they all sat down at a table in the back.‭ ‬Elaine was feeling more confident and hungry.‭ ‬Kristy was next to Elaine and quickly put her hand on Elaine’s thigh,‭ ‬sliding slightly up her skirt.

Lenny brought the pitcher and poured three glasses.‭ ‬Elaine sipped on hers while Kristy and Roy made small talk.‭ ‬Elaine’s mind was elsewhere,‭ ‬thinking of pizza places she had visited,‭ ‬including one over priced mediocre restaurant just outside the park at the Grand Canyon.‭ ‬She and Amanda had eaten there a lot.‭ ‬Kristy’s hand sliding between her legs made Elaine think of the times Amanda had taken her out for pizza then stopped in the forest on the way back for some rough sex.‭ ‬Elaine did miss Amanda.

The pizza arrived.‭ ‬Elaine’s instinct was correct:‭ ‬the pizza was great.‭ ‬Elaine plowed through several pieces while Kristy and Roy talked.‭ ‬From when she paid attention she could tell that Kristy wanted out of Elko and Roy was offering to put a good word in for her at some of the casinos in Las Vegas.‭ ‬A lot of the rest of the conversations was the technical details of applying and dealing with the unions.‭ ‬It bored Elaine,‭ ‬but she did like the pizza.

Kristy would take her hand off Elaine’s thigh when she needed to eat,‭ ‬but otherwise kept it there.‭ ‬Kristy slid her hand between Elaine’s legs,‭ ‬or sometimes up her skirt a little bit,‭ ‬but Elaine just focused on eating.‭ ‬Elaine really did not like Kristy.‭ ‬It went beyond how Kristy had raped her yesterday,‭ ‬there was just something about the young woman’s personality that rubbed Elaine the wrong way.‭ ‬She found her conversation self centered and inane and would prefer to have nothing to do with Kristy if at all possible.‭ ‬She struck Elaine as the kind of person who could have an hour long conversation entirely about herself.‭ ‬The fact that Elaine knew Roy was going to make her perform for Kristy was almost intolerable,‭ ‬the idea of having to deal with her again if she moved to Las Vegas was too much.‭ ‬But,‭ ‬Elaine reminded herself,‭ ‬she had signed away the right to say no.‭ ‬If that was what Roy wanted,‭ ‬that was what she would do.‭

Elaine grabbed another slice of pizza‭; ‬she knew she was eating more than her share,‭ ‬but she was determined to get as much out this lunch as she could before they went back to the room.

Roy was enjoying himself.‭ ‬Elaine’s dislike of Kristy was palpable.‭ ‬He could see it in the way she almost angrily snatched piece after piece of pizza and the way she pointedly ignored Kristy’s hand on her leg.‭ ‬The pizza was good,‭ ‬but Roy had not developed the same taste for it that Elaine had‭; ‬to him pizza was pizza.‭ ‬He could tell Kristy was aware of Elaine’s dislike for her,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬It seemed that Kristy was not really fond of Elaine,‭ ‬but liked the power she held over the older woman and certainly lusted after her body.‭ ‬He looked forward to all the things he would let Kristy do to Elaine when she came to Las Vegas.

They finished their lunch and the beer and with goodbyes to Lenny and his family went back to the casino.‭ ‬Guests were starting to trickle in and there was a decent sized crowd in the lobby.‭ ‬Without a word the three of them took the elevator,‭ ‬sharing it with an overweight older couple decked out in University of Nebraska gear,‭ ‬and went to the suite.

‭”‬In about an hour we need to be ready to head out,‭” ‬he said to Kristy,‭ “‬but since Elaine was so good at shoveling pizza into her mouth,‭ ‬I think she should show us what else her mouth is good for.‭”

Kristy sidled up to Elaine.‭ ‬With one hand she grabbed a handful of Elaine’s hair,‭ ‬tilted the older woman’s head back and kissed her.‭ ‬Kristy’s tongue invaded Elaine’s mouth,‭ ‬roughly probing and finding Elaine’s tongue,‭ ‬pinning it down.‭ ‬Kristy’s other hand slid up Elaine’s skirt and cupped her ass.

Roy watched in fascination as Kristy kissed Elaine.‭ ‬Elaine was not really responding,‭ ‬but just accepting what Kristy was doing to her.‭ ‬Only when Kristy’s hand reached between her legs and into Elaine’s slit did Elaine show any response.‭ ‬As Kristy’s fingers slid into her slit Elaine tried to pull away,‭ ‬but Kristy’s hand in her hair held her tight.‭ ‬Roy sat down and enjoyed the show‭; ‬he was glad he had run into Kristy today.‭ ‬He also looked forward to seeing Kristy in Las Vegas,‭ ‬the obvious distaste Elaine had for her would make her submission all the more satisfying.

Kristy broke off the kiss and let go of Elaine.

‭”‬I know what her pretty mouth can do,‭” ‬Kristy taunted,‭ “‬I got to enjoy it yesterday,‭ ‬didn’t I,‭ ‬slut‭?”

Elaine did not say anything,‭ ‬she was remembering being forced to suck on Kristy’s nipples,‭ ‬having the young brunette ride her face.

‭”‬Kristy asked you a question,‭ ‬Slave,‭” ‬Roy chided her.

‭”‬Yes,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬Elaine answered,‭ “‬Kristy enjoyed my mouth yesterday.‭” ‬She blushed in humiliation.

‭”‬Strip,‭ ‬Slave,‭” ‬Roy ordered her.

‭”‬Yes,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬Elaine answered and slipped her dress off while Kirsty leered at her.‭ ‬In a second she stood naked in front of her younger tormentor.

Kristy slipped off her shorts and panties,‭ ‬but left her blouse on.

‭”‬Now,‭ ‬Slave,‭” ‬Roy said and tossed a pair of handcuffs to Elaine,‭ “‬put these on.‭ ‬Then get on your knees and make Kristy cum.‭”

“Yes,‭ ‬Master.‭” ‬She blushed as she clicked the cuffs on and dropped to her knees in front of Kristy.‭ ‬Kristy smiled wickedly and took off her blouse.‭ ‬Roy got to see her large,‭ ‬perfect breasts for the first time.‭ ‬He was going to enjoy letting Kristy use Elaine.

Even though Elaine detested Kristy,‭ ‬she was getting very aroused now.‭ ‬Kristy had an amazing body and despite Elaine’s dislike of the young woman,‭ ‬Elaine thought she might as well enjoy it.‭ ‬Yesterday had been too sudden and unexpected for Elaine to really to get into it,‭ ‬but now she was getting a chance to be submissive to another woman,‭ ‬just like she had planned when she left her apartment in Prescott four days ago.

Elaine reminded herself that she was doing this for her owner,‭ ‬she wanted to give him a good show and prove what an obedient slave she could be.‭ ‬Elaine started kissing and licking at‭ ‬Kristy’s knee and worked her way up the soft inside of Kristy’s powerful thigh.‭ ‬When she reached the top she gave Kristy’s shaved cunt one quick lick then started on the other leg.‭ ‬Kristy’s thighs intrigued Elaine,‭ ‬she wanted to spend some time exploring them.‭ ‬She had not had a chance to show off her skills yesterday,‭ ‬today she was going to make the most out of time with Kristy.

Elaine kept licking and kissing the silky smoothness of the inside of Kristy’s thighs,‭ ‬only occasionally venturing up for a lick or two at Kristy’s swollen,‭ ‬wet pussy.‭ ‬Slowly,‭ ‬she worked her way up.‭ ‬Kissing higher and higher on her thigh and spending more time licking her sopping cunt.‭ ‬Elaine could hear Kristy’s heavy breathing and feel her muscles tense up,‭ ‬Elaine knew she was doing a good job.

Finally,‭ ‬Elaine scooted up and buried her face in Kristy’s crotch.‭ ‬She attacked it with all the knowledge Amanda had taught her and all the enthusiasm she had pent up inside her.‭ ‬Her tongue snaked inside the younger woman’s canal,‭ ‬her lips pulled at Kristy’s rings.‭ ‬She brushed at‭ ‬Kristy’s swollen clit with her nose then licked and sucked it.‭

Elaine lost herself in the moment.‭ ‬She had loved it when Amanda had‭ “‬made‭” ‬her lick her pussy and she had not realized how much she had missed going down on a woman until now.‭ ‬Yesterday it had been so sudden,‭ ‬so shocking when Kristy took her that she had not really had too much time to enjoy it.‭ ‬Now she could really savor it.

Kristy climaxed with another string of curses and grunts,‭ ‬to Elaine they sounded something like‭ “‬grnngraaaafuckfuckfuckuhhnnnyeahyeahfuuuuck‭”‬.‭ ‬Elaine did not let up but attacked Kristy’s clit and pussy with even more vigor.‭ ‬No sooner had Kristy come down off her first orgasm then Elaine brought her back up again.‭ ‬Elaine’s face was now wet with her spit and Kristy’s juices.‭

The second orgasm was followed by a third.‭ ‬By now Elaine’s mouth was getting tired and it was actually a relief when Kristy grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head off her crotch.‭ ‬She smiled down at the older woman.

‭”‬Nice job,‭ ‬slut,‭” ‬Kristy purred,‭ ‬tugging on Elaine’s hair.‭ “‬You’re a great little cunt licker and a tasty little piece of ass.‭ ‬I wish I had more time to do things to you.‭ ‬You look so natural on your knees with your face buried in my snatch.‭” ‬Wobbly kneed,‭ ‬Kristy plopped down in a chair and poured herself more of Roy’s whiskey.

Roy was utterly amazed.‭ ‬He had known that Elaine had a history of sex with Amanda,‭ ‬but had not grasped her skill and enthusiasm until now.‭ ‬He had spent so much time doing things to her that he had never really thought about what she could do on her own.‭ ‬He was already running through a mental list of all the women with whom he could share her.

Right now,‭ ‬though,‭ ‬he had his own needs.‭ ‬His cock was hard and throbbing after watching Elaine’s performance and he wanted her.‭ ‬He took Kristy’s place in front of the submissive older woman and opened his pants.

Elaine took a deep breath as she saw Roy’s cock in front of her face.‭ ‬She was a little tired after performing on Kristy but knew what was demanded of her.‭ ‬With the flavor of the dominant younger woman still strong in her mouth,‭ ‬Elaine began to lick her owner’s shaft.‭ ‬She just wanted to get this part finished and hoped that one of them would make her cum.

It amused Roy to watch Elaine try to suck cock.‭ ‬She seemed so good at eating pussy,‭ ‬but did not really get sucking cock.‭ ‬He knew that with enough practice and training she would get better at it,‭ ‬and she would certainly get lots of practice,‭ ‬but right now he really did not have the patience to instruct her.‭ ‬He just wanted to fuck her beautiful face,‭ ‬to see his cock violate her pretty mouth.‭ ‬He lightly grabbed a handful of hair and Elaine stopped licking,‭ ‬she already knew what he wanted and opened her mouth for him.

Elaine felt the bulb of her owner’s cock slip into her mouth.‭ ‬She sucked on it gently as he paused,‭ ‬filling her mouth for just a moment before pushing deeper.‭ ‬She felt the hard flesh push over her tongue and she closed her eyes bracing for what was next.‭ ‬Into the back of mouth,‭ ‬and her gag reflex kicked in,‭ ‬her body trying to expel something that had no business being this deep into her mouth.‭ ‬Elaine knew Roy enjoyed the feel of her throat spasming on his cock,‭ ‬but Elaine hated it and just wished he would get all the way in.‭ ‬Then he was,‭ ‬her throat filled with him.‭ ‬She just tried to relax and let him have his way.

He was fast and rough.‭ ‬His hands held Elaine’s head as he fucked away in her mouth and throat.‭ ‬He pumped fast for a few minutes then slowed to delay his orgasm,‭ ‬enjoying a few more moments of her hot,‭ ‬wet throat wrapped around his cock.‭ ‬When he knew he was ready to cum he sped up again.‭ ‬He thought about blowing his wad on her face,‭ ‬but they really did not have the time to get cleaned up again.‭ ‬Almost reluctantly,‭ ‬he shot his load inside her,‭ ‬trying to keep as much of it in her mouth so she could taste him as he did.

Elaine gagged again as he came,‭ ‬her mouth filled with the salty cum.‭ ‬She did not enjoy the taste of cum,‭ ‬but she liked the feeling of being controlled and used that it conveyed.‭ ‬Her pussy ached,‭ ‬being forced to pleasure first Kristy then Roy made her very horny and she wanted to get off.

Roy had other plans.‭ ‬He zipped his fly back up and without a word to Elaine,‭ ‬turned to Kristy.

‭”‬We need to head out soon.‭ ‬You can get the rest of our stuff shipped back to Vegas‭?” ‬He asked her.

‭”‬Sure,‭” ‬Kristy answered,‭ “‬I’ll get my resume‭’ ‬to you in a couple of days.‭” ‬The brunette dressed,‭ ‬keeping an eye on Elaine as she did.‭ ‬She wanted to do many more things to this slave and hoped Roy would give her the chance.

Kristy kissed Elaine on the top of her head as she was getting ready to go.‭ “‬Bye.‭ ‬slut.‭ ‬I’ll see you later.‭” ‬She shook hands with Roy and left.

Elaine remained kneeling naked on the floor while Roy packed up their belongings for Kristy to ship to Las Vegas for them.‭ ‬She wondered what her life there would be like,‭ ‬when her only function was the pleasure of Roy.‭ ‬Would it make more sense‭? ‬Would he body hold up to the constant abuse‭? ‬Her future,‭ ‬anything from this moment on,‭ ‬was a mystery to her.

Roy had everything bagged up and ready to go except what they would be wearing tonight.‭ ‬He still had not let her in on what he had planned,‭ ‬but she could guess it involved at least one person using her for an orgasm.‭ ‬That was what she had signed on for,‭ ‬she reminded herself.‭ ‬What if Amanda had been there at Gold Wash‭? ‬Where would she be now‭? ‬Probably getting ready to be fucked by Frank Goller,‭ ‬she thought wryly.‭ ‬At least with Roy she had had some control over who would own her.‭ ‬Not much,‭ ‬but a little.

Roy was in his usual travel clothes of jeans and long black t-shirt.‭ ‬She wished he would show off his legs more,‭ ‬but the jeans and t-shirt gave him a bad boy look that stirred Elaine deep inside.‭ ‬She ran her tongue around her mouth,‭ ‬tasting his cum still inside her,‭ ‬reminding her of his cock sliding down into her throat.‭ ‬She tried to get onto another train of thought before she got wet again,‭ ‬but seeing him in those jeans,‭ ‬she could not help but remember how the button and zipper felt against the back of her thighs the first time he raped her.‭ ‬Her life had changed the moment he had penetrated her.

She had thought he would have her wear her sun dress.‭ ‬It was demure,‭ ‬yet sexy and revealing at the same time.‭ ‬Instead,‭ ‬he had out the short skirt she had bought this morning and a white button down dress shirt.

‭”‬Dress,‭ ‬Slave,‭” ‬he ordered her,‭ ‬snapping his fingers and pointing at the clothes on the bed.

‭”‬Yes,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬she rose and dressed.‭ ‬It did not take long.‭ ‬Of course,‭ ‬there was no panties or bra.‭ ‬Elaine looked in the mirror and was relieved that the skirt did come down at least two or three inches below the curve of her ass and while standing still,‭ ‬her naked crotch was hidden.‭ ‬She buttoned all but the top button on her blouse and presented herself to Roy.

He looked her up and down then unbuttoned two more buttons on top‭; ‬now any fast movement,‭ ‬or a stiff breeze,‭ ‬would show her firm breasts.‭ ‬He smiled,‭ ‬then opened the two bottom buttons and tied the bottom of the blouse into a knot.‭ ‬It tightened it up some so her breasts were not as exposed,‭ ‬but now her flat belly and navel were revealed.‭ ‬Elaine felt very open to inspection,‭ ‬very sexual.

‭”‬Turn around,‭” ‬Roy told her.

‭”‬Yes,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬Elaine turned in a circle while Roy looked her over head to foot.

‭”‬You are a beautiful slave,‭ ‬Elaine,‭” ‬he said to her and slid a hand up her skirt to cup her ass.

‭”‬Thank you,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬she said,‭ ‬looking up into his eyes.‭ “‬I belong to you.‭”

“Slave,‭ ‬Elaine,‭” ‬he said to her,‭ ‬very seriously.

‭”‬Yes,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬she paused,‭ ‬then added softly,‭ “‬Roy.‭” ‬Saying his name gave her a thrill.

‭”‬Tonight will be the roughest thing you have had to deal with as a slave.‭ ‬It will be worse than anything I have done to you so far,‭” ‬he looked into her beautiful eyes and let the seriousness of what he was saying sink in.‭ “‬But remember that you are my property and you must do as you are told.‭ ‬Do you understand‭?”

“Yes,‭ ‬Master.‭”

“I will be there through all of it and I will make sure you are safe.‭”

“Yes,‭ ‬Master.‭” ‬She looked down,‭ ‬trying not to imagine what was going to happen to her.

‭”‬Okay,‭” ‬he said,‭ ‬offering her the leather jacket,‭ “‬let’s go.‭”

Elaine stepped into her sandals and put the jacket on.‭ ‬Roy had not had it cleaned,‭ ‬so she could still feel the crusty semen from her day with the cowboys in the mountains.‭ ‬Dead men’s cum,‭ ‬she noted wryly,‭ ‬and some of‭ ‬Roy’s too.‭ ‬Roy opened the door and followed Elaine out.‭ ‬They walked down the hall and passed the same room service waiter.‭ ‬Elaine wondered if he was the only one and if he ever had any time off.‭ ‬He stared at Elaine’s legs as she walked past,‭ ‬Roy gave him a knowing wink and smile.

It was around three o’clock when Roy helped her onto the back of the motorcycle.‭ ‬He lifted her chin and locked the collar on.‭ ‬Elaine kept her eyes on his,‭ ‬hoping no one else saw this.‭ ‬He put the helmet on her and dropped the visor down so she could not see.‭ ‬He climbed on in front of her and,‭ ‬much to her surprise,‭ ‬he cuffed her hands around him.‭ ‬She was startled by this,‭ ‬he knew she was not going to try to escape,‭ ‬what did he have in store for her‭?

They were on the move.‭ ‬Elaine had no idea where they were going,‭ ‬she could not see anything but it felt like they were on a paved road.‭ ‬The wind was nice and cooling and the breeze up her short skirt was stimulating.‭ ‬Whenever he had the chance,‭ ‬Roy would reach back and stroke her thigh.‭ ‬Elaine was not sure how long they rode,‭ ‬but after a while they turned on to a dirt road.‭ ‬It was only a few minutes after that that they stopped.

Roy uncuffed Elaine and got off.‭ ‬He took off the jacket then cuffed her hands again.‭ ‬Elaine let him help her off the motorcycle,‭ ‬his hands sliding her skirt up as he did,‭ ‬exposing her perfect ass.‭ ‬She held still as he hooked a leash on to her collar and finally took off the helmet.‭ ‬Elaine looked around.‭ ‬The first thing she noticed was a group of cowboys watching her.‭

The cowboys were standing by the back of a pickup truck in the shade of a cottonwood,‭ ‬done with their work for the day.‭ ‬They all knew what was going to happen to Elaine,‭ ‬she was not the first woman on a leash they had seen led into the big house.‭ ‬There was something special about this one,‭ ‬though.‭ ‬A kind of innocence and beauty that transcended her cuffs,‭ ‬collar and leash.‭ ‬Each one wanted to run off with this one,‭ ‬to own her and do with her what they wished.‭ ‬The boisterous laughing and talking had ceased when they saw her and an awed,‭ ‬respectful silence followed as she was led toward the house.‭ ‬All eyes were on Elaine,‭ ‬drinking in every second they got to see her.‭ ‬When she was brought into the main house they resumed their conversations,‭ ‬but now in hushed tones.‭ ‬No one talked about the beautiful woman they had just watched,‭ ‬but each one savored his memory of her.

Roy led Elaine up onto the porch of the big house.‭ ‬This was definitely a working ranch.‭ ‬The big house was a little bit of luxury,‭ ‬a sprawling wooden house with a satellite dish and the hum of air conditioning.‭ ‬Other buildings surrounded it:‭ ‬a barn,‭ ‬a few bunkhouses,‭ ‬workshops,‭ ‬storage buildings and a huge water tank fed from a windmill.‭ ‬Pickup trucks,‭ ‬cattle and horse trailers and atv’s were parked neatly‭; ‬there was definite order to the compound.‭ ‬A little farther away from the house were the cattle pens and horse corral.‭ ‬One thing Elaine did not see was another woman.‭ ‬She knew she was not getting out of here until they were finished with her.‭ ‬She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself and not be too scared.

They were greeted on porch by a man coming out of the front door of the main house.‭ ‬He was a short,‭ ‬muscular man who looked to be in his early‭ ‬40s,‭ ‬with a crew cut.‭ ‬He was wearing a long sleeve khaki shirt and jeans.‭ ‬His face was clean shaven,‭ ‬but through the open top buttons of his shirt Elaine could see a mass of curly,‭ ‬dark hair.‭ ‬She could see an assortment of tattoos that she guessed were military in nature.‭ ‬He had a couple of small scars on his face and one long linear one on his right arm that disappeared up into his sleeve.‭ ‬Elaine was learning to recognize the edge of violence in men and saw it in this one‭; ‬he would hurt people,‭ ‬he would hurt her.‭

Roy warmly took his hand,‭ “‬Sam,‭” ‬he said in greeting,‭ “‬nice to see you again.‭”

Sam returned the smile.‭ “‬Roy,‭ ‬come on in,‭” ‬he said,‭ “‬Mark’s waiting inside.‭” ‬He held the door open,‭ ‬Roy led Elaine past him.‭ ‬He slowly and deliberately looked Elaine up and down with the look of a man who fully expected to have his way with her.‭ ‬Elaine shrank back and leaned away from him as they passed.

Roy followed Sam down a hallway into a den.‭ ‬Sam offered Roy a chair.‭ ‬Roy pointed to a cushion on the floor beside the chair.‭ “‬Kneel,‭ ‬Slave.‭”

“Yes,‭ ‬Master.‭” ‬Elaine did not know what was going to happen,‭ ‬but she knew that blind obedience to her master was the best strategy.‭ ‬They would do what they wanted to her,‭ ‬but she did not want to give them a reason to punish her.‭ ‬She also hated to admit it,‭ ‬but she did not want embarrass Roy,‭ ‬either.

‭”‬Can I get you a drink,‭ ‬Roy‭?” ‬Sam asked.

‭”‬Yes,‭ ‬please.‭”

“How about your slave‭?”

“Please.‭ ‬I think she’ll need it.‭”

Sam chuckled and went to the shelf.‭ ‬He made up four scotch on the rocks,‭ ‬and handed two to Roy.‭ ‬Roy passed one to Elaine and she gratefully took it with her cuffed hands.‭ ‬She sipped on it,‭ ‬feeling the warmth radiate out from her stomach and calm begin to take over.

Roy and Sam made small talk about the weather,‭ ‬cattle and a few mutual acquaintances.‭ ‬It was obvious they were waiting for Mark.‭ ‬Finally the door opened and Mark came in.‭ ‬He was‭ ‬5‭’‬10‭” ‬with a stocky build and slightly thinning brown hair.‭ ‬He had a mustache and was rather handsome.‭ ‬There was an air of calm and control about him,‭ ‬he reeked of success.‭ ‬He was wearing faded jeans,‭ ‬a perfectly clean white button down shirt and cowboy boots.‭ ‬He had a slightly annoyed and distracted look on his face when he entered that faded into genuine enthusiasm when he shook hands with Roy.‭ ‬Elaine could not help but feel attracted to this man,‭ ‬even though she knew she should fear him.

He looked down appraisingly at Elaine.‭ “‬So this is what the trouble is all about,‭” ‬he said and softly stroked her cheek.‭ “‬She is beautiful,‭ ‬Roy.‭”

“Thank you,‭ ‬Mark.‭”

“And still new to the collar,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬If you ever consider selling her,‭ ‬let me know.‭ ‬I’ll make you a good offer on her.‭”

A chill ran through Elaine.‭ ‬It was a reminder that she was property,‭ ‬she might belong to Roy now but there was no guarantee she always would.

‭”‬Thanks,‭ ‬Mark.‭ ‬I plan on keeping her but I’ll keep you in mind,‭” ‬Roy answered.

Mark sat down behind the desk and drained his scotch.

‭”‬Okay,‭” ‬he said in a serious tone,‭ “‬let’s get down to business.‭ ‬Sam,‭ ‬you checked out the bodies‭?”

“Yessir,‭” ‬the stocky man answered.‭ “‬It’s just like Roy described.‭ ‬It looks like an accident.‭ ‬Unless they go CSI on it no one will ever know anything happened there.‭”

“And no one will go CSI on it,‭” ‬Mark interjected,‭ “‬I can guarantee that.‭”

Sam turned to Roy.‭ “‬Nicely done,‭ ‬Roy.‭ ‬It’s nice work.‭ ‬You ever done this sort of thing before‭?”

Elaine anxiously waited for the answer,‭ ‬eager to know more about her owner.

Roy smiled mysteriously.‭ “‬I’ll plead the Fifth on that one.‭”

Both Sam and Mark laughed.‭ “‬Yeah,‭” ‬Sam said,‭ “‬as Liddy says,‭ ‬there’s no statute of limitations on murder.‭”

“What about the gun and the shell casings‭? ‬Any problem with those‭?” ‬Roy asked.

Sam waved his hand dismissively.‭ “‬Drunk cowboys shooting from the back of pickup is not exactly uncommon.‭ ‬Even if they look that hard and match up those casings with the gun no one is going to care.‭”

“Sam’s right,‭” ‬Mark added.‭ “‬These were not model citizens.‭ ‬Neither was local so their families are not going to be looking for them.‭ ‬It will be ruled an accident and that will be that.‭”

“So,‭ ‬we’re all set‭?” ‬Roy asked.

‭”‬Case closed,‭” ‬Mark said smugly.

‭”‬Well,‭ ‬thank you,‭” ‬Roy said sincerely.‭ “‬If you ever have any tech problems I can solve,‭ ‬let me know.‭”

“There are a few things I might need help with.‭ ‬I have some files I need to keep accessible and hidden at the same time,‭” ‬Mark answered.

‭”‬Okay,‭ ‬drop me a line and I’ll take care of it,‭” ‬said Roy.

Mark leaned back and poured himself another scotch.‭ “‬Well,‭ ‬is there anything else,‭ ‬then‭?”

Roy sat forward and spoke formally.‭ “‬Since you have helped me so much I feel that the least I can do is offer to share my slave with you gentlemen tonight.‭”

Elaine froze.‭ ‬So this is what he had planned all along.

Mark and Sam smiled.‭ “‬We would love to,‭” ‬Mark answered.‭

The three men continued to talk while they sipped on their drinks.‭ ‬It turned out Roy knew The Hunter fairly well and Sam had a professional curiosity about him.‭ ‬Sam tried to pump Roy for information,‭ ‬but Roy answered evasively.

‭”‬Come on,‭ ‬Roy,‭” ‬Sam probed,‭ “‬weren’t you with him at Arsenic Wells‭?”

“Sam,‭” ‬Roy answered patiently,‭ “‬imagine you’re me.‭ ‬Would you talk about that‭?”

Sam looked annoyed for a second then clapped Roy on the shoulder.‭ “‬Fair enough,‭ ‬Roy.‭ ‬You can’t blame me for trying.‭ ‬It might be interesting to work with him someday.‭ ‬Or against him.‭”

Elaine watched Mark during this exchange.‭ ‬He listened intently and seemed to have gotten whatever information it was that he wanted.‭ ‬Mark swiftly changed to conversation to computers and he and Roy were soon talking in terms that seemed like a foreign language to Elaine.‭ ‬Her thoughts turned to what was going to happen to her.‭ ‬As much as she knew she should be afraid,‭ ‬she was instead turned on.‭ ‬The fact that she knew there was no escape heightened her arousal when it should have terrified her.‭ ‬They were going to gang bang her tonight,‭ ‬she thought and took a deep breath.

They finished their drinks and Mark said‭ “‬let’s go to the playroom.‭”

The men all stood up.‭ ‬Roy handed Elaine’s leash to Mark.‭ “‬If you please,‭” ‬Roy said.

Mark gave the leash a sharp tug and Elaine rose to her feet.‭ ‬Mark roughly pulled her out the door and down the hall.‭ ‬Elaine was scared,‭ ‬but also very turned on.‭ ‬These three men were going to use her body all night.‭ ‬She would get fucked everywhere over and over.‭ ‬She knew what Roy could do to her and she sensed that Mark and Sam would do that and more.‭ ‬She had lost all control and now she was heading down the hall to be gang raped and she was dripping wet.‭ ‬She knew she was meant to be a slave.

Elaine stumbled along as Mark pulled her through the hallway.‭ ‬Behind her,‭ ‬she heard Sam and Mark commenting on her ass.

‭”‬Yeah,‭” ‬Roy said,‭ “‬and it fucks as good as it looks.‭” ‬He reached forward and flipped up her skirt so Sam could get a better look at her ass as they walked along.

They wound up in front of a big,‭ ‬heavy wooden door.‭ ‬Mark pulled out a key and unlocked it.‭ ‬With a tug he pulled it open and led Elaine,‭ ‬Sam and Roy into the room.‭ ‬When they were all in he closed the door with a thud and locked it.‭ ‬Elaine was in,‭ ‬she was not going anywhere until Mark was done with her.

Elaine looked around‭; ‬the room was like something out of a pervert’s dream.‭ ‬A big,‭ ‬four posted bed was off to one side.‭ ‬On one wall there was a big wooden X with cuffs in the four corners of it.‭ ‬Next to it was a rack that held a variety of whips:‭ ‬there was a paddle,‭ ‬a razor strop,‭ ‬riding crop and a few Elaine could not even start to identify.‭ ‬In another part of the room a pair of leather cuffs hung from a chain dangling from the ceiling.‭ ‬An open wardrobe revealed a collection of harnesses,‭ ‬cuffs,‭ ‬gags,‭ ‬spreader bars and blindfolds.‭ ‬She craned her head and saw a table of lube and dildos.‭ ‬A pile of pads and wedges took up one corner,‭ ‬each looking like something from a gymnastics meet,‭ ‬but with handcuffs.‭ ‬She had a bad feeling about tonight.‭ ‬The rest of the room looked like a comfortable dungeon.‭ ‬There were no windows and only the one closed and locked door.‭ ‬Lights were spread on the beamed ceiling,‭ ‬some on,‭ ‬some off‭; ‬the walls were bare brick with pictures of bound and fucked women scattered on them.‭ ‬A few padded chairs were beside a small,‭ ‬round table and an overstuffed sofa was near the bed.‭ ‬It was obvious this room had one purpose and she was to be the center of that tonight.

Roy handed the keys to Elaine’s cuffs to Mark then addressed his slave.‭ “‬Slave,‭” ‬he told her,‭ “‬tonight you will obey Mark and Sam as you would obey me.‭ ‬You will do as you’re told.‭ ‬Do you understand‭?”

“Yes,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬Elaine looked him briefly in the eyes then stared at the floor.

Roy stepped back and sat on one of the chairs.‭ ‬Mark moved in front of her and lifted her chin so she looked him in the eyes.

‭”‬We are going to have a lot of fun tonight.‭ ‬Do as we say and you’ll get out of this alright.‭ ‬You’re a slave,‭ ‬so you’ll probably enjoy most of it.‭ ‬If not,‭ ‬too bad.‭” ‬He leaned forward and kissed her softly,‭ ‬his tongue gently stroking her lips.‭ ‬He took off her cuffs.‭ ‬Elaine rubbed her wrists,‭ ‬but before she could do anything else,‭ ‬Mark reached out and grabbed her shirt.‭ ‬With a quick jerk he untied the knot above her stomach and with a second he ripped it open,‭ ‬the buttons flying across the room.

Elaine flinched,‭ ‬but held her ground.‭ ‬Mark slid the blouse off her unresisting arms then began fondling her breasts with both hands.‭ ‬His touch was rough,‭ ‬his hand calloused,‭ ‬but the violence of his undressing her already had her nipples hard.‭ ‬She breathed hard as one hand continued playing with her breasts while the other reached back and unfastened her skirt.‭ ‬It fell to the floor and Elaine was left wearing only a collar.‭ ‬Mark’s hands were all over her body,‭ ‬rubbing her ass,‭ ‬snaking between her legs to finger her wetness,‭ ‬pulling on her nipples.

‭”‬On your knees,‭ ‬Slave,‭” ‬Mark ordered her.

Elaine was not sure how to address him,‭ ‬but knew he would correct her if she was wrong.‭ “‬Yes,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬and she dropped to her knees.

Mark chuckled as he began to strip.‭ “‬I’m not your master,‭ ‬sweetie.‭ ‬Only Roy gets called that.‭ ‬You will address Sam and me as‭ ‘‬Sir‭’‬.‭ ‬Do you understand‭?”

Elaine was eye level with the bulge in his pants.‭ “‬Yes,‭ ‬Sir.‭”

Mark took off his jeans and was now naked.‭ ‬He had a little body hair,‭ ‬but not as much as Roy or as much as she guessed Sam had.‭ ‬He looked good,‭ ‬lean and muscular,‭ ‬tanned with no scars or tattoos.‭ ‬She looked quickly to check out his cock‭; ‬that was what would be important to her.‭ ‬She was relieved to see that he was about the same size as Roy,‭ ‬maybe a little shorter but a little thicker,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬He stroked his cock and smiled down at her.‭ “‬Open up,‭ ‬Slave,‭” ‬he told her,‭ “‬let’s get the party started.‭”

Elaine obeyed and Mark filled her mouth with his cock.‭ ‬He slowly and deliberately forced it all the way in until her nose was buried in his pubic hair.‭ ‬Elaine had always thought that men shaving their pubic hair was less than masculine,‭ ‬but with a man’s pubic hair tickling her nose it did not seem like that much of a bad idea.‭ ‬At least the hair tickling her nose distracted her from the cock in her throat.‭ ‬Mark slid in and out a few times then left her mouth.

‭”‬Your turn,‭ ‬Slave,‭” ‬he said to her with his hands on his hips.‭ “‬Let’s see what you can do.‭”

Elaine wanted to apologize in advance for not being very good at sucking cock.‭ ‬She knew it was not her strong suit,‭ ‬it was always easier when the men just fucked her face.‭ ‬But Elaine knew she had to try and she was determined to give it her best effort.‭ ‬She licked his shaft from base to tip,‭ ‬sucked his balls and got as much of his cock in her mouth as she could,‭ ‬but she could tell this was not doing much for Mark.

‭”‬Roy,‭” ‬she heard Mark say as she tried to take him in her throat,‭ “‬do you know Bill Waites‭?”

“In Las Vegas‭?” ‬Roy replied.


“I’ve crossed paths with him a few times at Association functions.‭ ‬Why‭?”

“He’s the best at teaching slaves to suck cock.‭ ‬This one obviously needs some instruction.‭” ‬Elaine blushed in embarrassment and humiliation,‭ ‬she was trying but knew it was true.‭ “‬I’ll give you his card.‭”

“Sorry,‭ ‬Mark,‭” ‬Roy apologized,‭ “‬she’s still new to all of this.‭ ‬On Thursday she was still a lonely,‭ ‬frustrated free woman.‭”

Mark stopped Elaine with a hand on her head and smiled down at her.‭ “‬You’ve done well with her.‭ ‬There is an innocence about her that just makes you want to violently violate her,‭ ‬somehow being good at sucking cock would just be out of character.‭”

“She is great at eating pussy,‭ ‬though,‭” ‬Roy added,‭ “‬I saw her put on a show earlier that was amazing.‭”

“Yes,‭ ‬that’s what Amanda said,‭” ‬Mark said.‭ ‬Elaine froze at the mention of her roommate’s name and wanted to ask about her but knew she was not allowed.‭ ‬Mark tugged her to her feet by the collar and pointed to the bed.‭ “‬On the bed,‭ ‬sweetie,‭” ‬he told her,‭ “‬we’ll let Sam get you opened up for us.‭”

Elaine climbed up on the bed and lay down in the middle.‭ ‬She noted it was firm,‭ ‬with some give and a faint crinkling that hinted of a plastic wrap somewhere under the sheets.‭ ‬There were rings bolted into the posts and in the middle of the headboard and foot board.‭ ‬On a table beside the bed there was an assortment of ropes,‭ ‬straps and cuffs.‭ ‬Elaine eyed those warily,‭ ‬but she was getting more aroused thinking about being tied to the bed while these three men took turns fucking her.‭ ‬She had not been able to orgasm while she was with Kristy and Roy earlier and was ready.

‭”‬How do you want her‭?” ‬Mark asked.

‭”‬Arms spread,‭ ‬legs free,‭” ‬she heard Sam answer.

On one side of her Mark put a padded cuff on her wrist then secured it with a strap to the post.‭ ‬Roy did the same with the other side then they both stepped back to admire their work.‭ ‬Elaine tugged at each arm and found that they were secure,‭ ‬she was held tight.

Sam was at the foot of the bed undressing.‭ ‬Just as she had expected,‭ ‬he was as hairy as a bear.‭ ‬Under the mat of curly black hair she could see more tattoos and more scars.‭ ‬She was afraid of this man and did not want to do anything to provoke him,‭ ‬but knew that even obeying his every whim would not keep him from hurting her.

‭”‬Okay,‭ ‬Slave,‭” ‬Roy said to Elaine.‭ “‬Time to get fucked.‭”

“Yes,‭ ‬Master‭” ‬Elaine answered and the three men laughed.

Elaine turned back to look at Sam and would have jumped out of bed if she hadn’t been tied down.‭ ‬His cock was huge,‭ ‬at least nine inches long,‭ ‬and thick.‭ ‬She did not know how she was going to be able to take that in her vagina,‭ ‬not to mention her throat and,‭ ‬god forbid,‭ ‬her ass.

Sam smiled at her discomfort.‭ “‬Oh yeah,‭ ‬Slave,‭ ‬all night long.‭ ‬Everywhere.‭ ‬You’re gonna take this cock everywhere.‭”

Elaine wanted to protest or plead,‭ ‬but knew it would do no good.‭ ‬Mark was grinning,‭ ‬too,‭ ‬and poured drinks for Roy and himself.‭ ‬He sat on a chair beside the bed and propped his feet up on the mattress while Roy sat on the couch with a good view.

Sam rubbed his huge cock on Elaine’s face.‭ ‬She opened her mouth to try to take it in,‭ ‬but he kept it out,‭ ‬teasing her and lightly smacking her with it.

‭”‬Don’t worry,‭ ‬you’ll have plenty of time to suck it tonight.‭” ‬Sam chuckled then climbed on the bed.

Elaine’s eyes were locked on the giant cock as it bobbed in front of her.‭ ‬She still could not believe that it would fit inside her.

Sam reached down and stroked Elaine’s legs.‭ ‬She spread her legs for him,‭ ‬offering herself to him.‭ ‬Sam kissed each silky thigh then climbed between them.‭ ‬He put her ankles on his shoulders,‭ ‬she could feel the curly hair on his shoulders on her calves,‭ ‬the hair of his chest on the back of her thighs,‭ ‬as he maneuvered between her legs.

He placed the tip of his cock against her wet slit.‭ ‬Elaine looked up at him,‭ ‬terrified.

‭”‬Please don’t hurt me,‭” ‬she pleaded.

Sam looked down at her beautiful,‭ ‬moist blue eyes.‭ ‬He was really going to enjoy punishing her little body.‭ ‬She was going to get fucked tonight like she had never been fucked before.‭ ‬Maybe she would like it,‭ ‬maybe not,‭ ‬it really did not matter to him.‭ ‬She was a slave,‭ ‬she was just an object of pleasure.

Elaine turned to Roy,‭ ‬her eyes pleading to her master,‭ ‬but he just smiled and sipped on his drink.

Sam began to force his way in,‭ ‬slowly but relentlessly.‭ ‬Elaine cried out as he penetrated her.‭ ‬It burned and stretched worse than anything she had taken in her cunt before.‭ ‬Her eyes watered and her body convulsed as he violated her.‭ ‬It seemed to take forever for him to get all the way inside her,‭ ‬she felt him bump into her cervix then push in a little more.‭ ‬When he finally stopped,‭ ‬his hips against her crotch it seemed like she was being split.‭ ‬She had never felt so full and stretched,‭ ‬every square inch of her cunt was filled.

Elaine was very aware of the huge cock in her pussy,‭ ‬she felt so used,‭ ‬so degraded,‭ ‬but so turned on,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬She was a fully sexual object.‭ ‬At least for this night she existed only for the pleasure her body could bring these men.

Sam held himself buried all the way in her for a moment,‭ ‬turning his hips slightly,‭ ‬grinding into Elaine’s helpless body.‭ ‬Elaine softly cried,‭ ‬fearing the abuse even as she hungered for more.

‭”‬Fuck her hard,‭ ‬Sam,‭” ‬Mark said,‭ “‬pound that tight little cunt‭!”

Elaine looked briefly to Mark,‭ ‬as she did Sam pulled out fast and slammed back in hard.‭ ‬Elaine screamed out as his enormous cock rammed into her.‭ ‬She tried to squirm away,‭ ‬but was tied down and pinned by Sam.

Sam got up on his knees,‭ ‬lifting Elaine’s body off the bed,‭ ‬and pounded away.‭ ‬He held firmly onto her thighs as he roughly fucked her.‭ ‬Elaine kept screaming while he violated her and was shocked when the pain was overwhelmed by her much delayed orgasm,‭ ‬amplified by her day long denial.‭

Sam slammed a few times more then pulled out and climbed up on her to shoved the tip of his enormous member into her mouth.‭ ‬Elaine gagged as round after round of cum shot into her mouth.‭ ‬Wide eyed,‭ ‬scared and hurt there was nothing she could do but swallow it and wait for what these men were going to do to her next.

Sam kept his cock in her mouth,‭ ‬not in so deep that she could not breathe but in enough to fill her mouth.‭ ‬He reached back and found her swollen clit and rubbed it gently,‭ ‬as he did he pushed deeper in to her mouth,‭ ‬slowly cutting off her air.‭ ‬It only took a minute to make Elaine cum again.‭ ‬Deprived of air,‭ ‬her pussy aching from the rough fucking by Sam’s huge cock she came until she passed out.

Elaine awoke a few minutes later.‭ ‬She greedily gasped for air and tasted the salty cum of Sam in her mouth.‭ ‬She tried to wipe the tears from her eyes,‭ ‬but her hands were still tied.‭ ‬No one was doing anything to her at the moment so she tried to look around the room.

Sam was standing beside a table,‭ ‬pouring a drink.‭ ‬He was still naked and Elaine could see his softening cock hanging beneath his hairy legs.‭ ‬Elaine could see his muscular back,‭ ‬a few more scars poking out from under the mat of black hair that covered him below the neck.‭ ‬He scared her,‭ ‬he had just brutalized her and he was just getting started.

Roy was next.‭ ‬He put on a condom while Elaine helplessly watched.‭ ‬He climbed on top of his captive slave and slid his hard cock into her already wet and loosened pussy.‭ ‬He whispered softly into her ear as her ground his hips into her,‭ “‬you’re doing great,‭ ‬Slave.‭” ‬Elaine found the encouragement comforting and gazed up adoringly at her owner as he began to fuck her.

Roy started out slow and gentle,‭ ‬wanting to let his slave save some of her strength,‭ ‬but it did not take long for his lust to overcome him.‭ ‬He had taken this innocent woman and introduced her to this world.‭ ‬She had been a shy,‭ ‬quiet,‭ ‬lonely woman and now,‭ ‬because of him,‭ ‬she was tied up and helpless as three men prepared to fuck her all night long.‭ ‬She belonged to him and her comfort no longer mattered to him.‭ ‬He rammed into her harder and harder now,‭ ‬reminding her of his control over her with each thrust.

Elaine kept her eyes on Roy as he took her.‭ ‬The rough pounding seemed more natural and more satisfying to her,‭ ‬he was using her again.‭ ‬Elaine wanted to cum for him,‭ ‬to show the other men what her owner could do.‭ ‬She thought of all he had done to her and all he had had done to her,‭ ‬and as she looked at Sam’s leering face she exploded into another orgasm.‭ ‬As her pussy clenched and spasmed on Roy’s invading cock she felt Roy cum,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬He grunted and groaned as he shot his load inside her then smiled encouragingly at her as he slowed and stopped.

‭”‬Thank you,‭ ‬Master‭”‬,‭ ‬Elaine said to her owner and ground her hips around his still hard shaft.

Roy kissed her forehead then withdrew from her.

Mark was ready.

‭”‬You are beautiful,‭ ‬Elaine,‭” ‬Mark said to her,‭ “‬maybe when Roy gets tired of you I’ll buy you from him.‭ ‬I should say‭ ‘‬if he gets tired of you‭’‬.‭ ‬If you were mine I’d fuck you every chance I got.‭ ‬Hell,‭ ‬I might never leave the house.‭” ‬He chuckled to himself.

Mark lifted up the bottle of liquor,‭ ‬Elaine could see it was some sort of expensive looking scotch.‭ ‬He stood above her and poured a small stream on her breasts and stomach.‭ ‬The liquor pooled in her navel,‭ ‬and slid across her soft skin.

Mark set the bottle down,‭ ‬knelt on the bed and began licking the scotch off her naked body.‭ ‬First he licked it off her breasts.‭ ‬Elaine squirmed helplessly beneath him as his tongue lapped up the brown liquor.‭ ‬He licked each nipple,‭ ‬sucking them briefly them moving on to more skin.‭ ‬He got all of the scotch off her breasts then went after her stomach.‭ ‬He licked in long,‭ ‬slow paths then dove into her navel,‭ ‬his tongue snaking in and going after the spilt liquor.‭ ‬Elaine squirmed and moaned,‭ ‬his mouth had her to the edge of cumming again.

Much to Elaine’s surprise,‭ ‬Mark untied her hands from the headboard and lay down beside her on the bed.‭ ‬He unrolled a condom onto his shaft and turned to her.‭ “‬Okay,‭ ‬Slave,‭” ‬he told her,‭ “‬now I want you to fuck me.‭ ‬Come on,‭ ‬climb on top.‭”

Elaine stretched a bit and quickly wiped her eyes with her hands then rolled over and straddled Mark.‭ ‬This was something she had never done with a man,‭ ‬every other man she had been with had fucked her,‭ ‬she was never on top.‭ ‬Amanda,‭ ‬however,‭ ‬was another story.‭ ‬The redhead had loved to lie down with a strap-on on and have Elaine‭ “‬go to town‭” (‬as Amanda would say‭) ‬on top of her.

She climbed on top of him,‭ ‬facing him.‭ ‬He reached up and played with her breasts as she rubbed her wet cunt up and down his hard shaft.

‭”‬Fuck me,‭ ‬you pretty little toy,‭” ‬Mark moaned.

He moved one hand to her ass and stopped her when she was at the top of one of her strokes.‭ ‬He moved his cock to her wet opening.‭ ‬She froze.‭ ‬He slid his hands down to her hips and pushed her back onto his cock.

Elaine closed her eyes and whimpered as he filled her.‭ ‬He was not as big as Sam,‭ ‬but bigger than anyone else who had fucked her before Roy.‭ ‬She concentrated on how he felt inside her stretched pussy,‭ ‬how her clit felt against him,‭ ‬how his hands on her hips controlled her.

Mark loosened his grip on her hips and she sat back up and began riding him.‭ ‬She was determined first and foremost to get herself off.‭ ‬She circled her hips and slid up and down on his enormous shaft,‭ ‬each stroke brought her closer and closer.

Mark stared in fascination as this beautiful,‭ ‬submissive,‭ ‬collared woman fucked him.‭ ‬It felt great,‭ ‬her hot,‭ ‬tight wet pussy clung to his cock.‭ ‬He could see in her color and face that she was almost there.‭ ‬He didn’t have to wait much longer.‭ ‬She moaned then yelled as she bounced harder and harder on his shaft.‭ ‬Her face contorted in ecstasy and her whole body turned bright red.‭ ‬Her pussy got even wetter and she ground down onto him,‭ ‬milking every last moment out of her climax.

She slowed after she came,‭ ‬but Mark wasn’t finished yet.‭ ‬He held her hips in place and started fucking her hard,‭ ‬slamming up from below.

All Elaine could do was take it.‭ ‬She was getting fucked for the third time with out any break or time to recover.‭ ‬Her pussy ached,‭ ‬but still hungered for more.‭ ‬All the sensations were too overpowering to let her do anything but accept what was being done to her.‭ ‬She seemed to be riding one long orgasm,‭ ‬every bit of her body resonating to the cock pounding away at her.‭ ‬She moaned and whimpered,‭ ‬it was so intense.‭ ‬This was why she had become a slave,‭ ‬to be used and degraded and to feel things that overpowered the rational part of her brain.

She was not aware of when Mark came,‭ ‬she only became aware when he stopped fucking her.‭ ‬She came down quickly,‭ ‬but her body was still flushed and tingling all over.‭ ‬She stared down at wonder at Mark,‭ ‬he smiled back up at her.

Suddenly,‭ ‬Sam grabbed Elaine by the collar and pulled her off Mark.‭ ‬She was not quite sure what was happening and looked to Mark for help,‭ ‬but he put his hands behind his head and smiled as Sam took her away.

‭”‬Come on Slave girl,‭ ‬it’s time to take it in the ass,‭” ‬Sam growled as he dragged her.‭

Elaine half walked,‭ ‬half stumbled as he pulled her over to one of the wedge shaped pads.‭ ‬She‭ ‬tried futilely to resist,‭ ‬but her legs were rubbery and Sam was much stronger than she was.‭ ‬Sam enjoyed her fighting and flung her roughly onto the pad.‭ ‬He held her down and bent her over the pad at the waist.‭ ‬Roy was there and strapped her in place with a belt across her waist.‭ ‬Roy and Sam secured her arms and legs,‭ ‬easily overpowering her weak efforts to get free.‭ ‬In only a few seconds Elaine was bound to the pad,‭ ‬her ass in the air,‭ ‬face down,‭ ‬arms and legs spread and secured.‭ ‬She was ready and open for whatever they wanted to do to her.

Elaine tried to move,‭ ‬but she could not budge an inch.

‭”‬You’ve got a beautiful ass,‭ ‬Slave,‭” ‬Sam told her.‭ “‬I’m going to call you‭ ‘‬Sweet Cheeks‭’‬.‭” ‬He turned to Roy,‭ “‬do you mind if I call your slave‭ ‘‬Sweet Cheeks‭’?”

“Go right ahead,‭” ‬Roy said magnanimously,‭ “‬she does have some sweet cheeks.‭”

“Please,‭ ‬Sam,‭” ‬she pleaded,‭ “‬please don’t do this.‭ ‬Please don’t hurt me.‭” ‬She looked at Roy again,‭ ‬pleading with her eyes,‭ ‬but he did not say or do anything.‭ ‬Elaine knew there was no hope.

Sam was behind her,‭ ‬out of her line of sight and she couldn’t move her head to see him,‭ ‬but she did hear him laugh.‭ ‬He gazed at her ass and stroked his huge cock in anticipation of violating her.‭ ‬She had one of the most beautiful asses he had seen,‭ ‬the curves and complexion seemed to be in perfect harmony.‭ ‬He didn’t like the turtle,‭ ‬tattoo,‭ ‬though.‭ ‬It was like putting a smiley face on the Mona Lisa.

Sam knelt down behind her and began softy rubbing Elaine’s ass.‭ ‬He kneaded her firm cheeks,‭ ‬roughly grabbing her soft skin.‭ ‬He kissed and licked them,‭ ‬biting hard once to admire the teeth marks on her pale flesh.‭ ‬He squirted some lube into her little brown hole and gently stuck a finger in to rub it around.‭ ‬He put in a little more and added a second finger,‭ ‬turning and stretching her.‭ ‬He pulled them out and watched her tight back door close.

This was going to be good.‭

Sam leaned down next to Elaine’s ear.‭ ‬He kissed it gently,‭ ‬then whispered to her.‭ “‬I’m gonna do you now.‭ ‬Ready for me,‭ ‬Sweet Cheeks‭?”

Her eyes closed and tears slowly running down her face,‭ ‬Elaine nodded.‭ ‬She was scared,‭ ‬she knew that this was going to really hurt and there was nothing she could do to stop it.‭ ‬But this was what she had wanted,‭ ‬this was why she had become a slave,‭ ‬to be used relentlessly for someone else’s pleasure.

Sam turned her head and kissed her,‭ ‬softly and gently,‭ ‬his tongue briefly brushing hers then withdrawing.‭ ‬Elaine knew that this gentleness was preceding a violent,‭ ‬painful violation‭; ‬it was the calm before the storm.

‭”‬You can scream,‭” ‬Sam told her as he moved behind her,‭ “‬if you like.‭ ‬I love it when slaves scream.‭”

Elaine was determined not to give him that satisfaction.‭ ‬She tried to relax,‭ ‬to calm herself and will herself to open.‭ ‬Before Roy,‭ ‬no one had ever taken her there before.‭ ‬Well,‭ ‬before Roy there was a lot of stuff she had never done.

Sam’s background was vague,‭ ‬Mark was one of the few who knew it all,‭ ‬but he had let hints drop about‭ “‬information extraction‭”‬.‭ ‬Those had been the good old days.‭ ‬No one could claim that Sam was not a sadist,‭ ‬because he definitely was.‭ ‬But he was not a full time sadist who inflicted pain simply to inflict pain.‭ ‬To Sam,‭ ‬pain was a flavor enhancer,‭ ‬it made something he already liked doing even more enjoyable.‭ ‬He loved fucking,‭ ‬making it hurt was the icing on the cake.

As he gazed down on this beautiful,‭ ‬helpless woman,‭ ‬he had to resist the urge to destroy her.‭ ‬This was not out of any kindness to Elaine,‭ ‬it was because she was borrowed property.‭ ‬He would no more break a tool he borrowed than destroy a slave that was loaned to him.‭ ‬Almost regretfully,‭ ‬he rolled on a condom and squirted copious amounts of lube on his huge cock.

He moved between her legs,‭ ‬kissed her butt one more time then readied himself.

Elaine tried to prepare herself as he kissed her.‭ ‬This gentleness was almost too much.‭ ‬She wished he would just be rough the whole time instead,‭ ‬that way she could adjust for him.‭ ‬She clenched her fists but tried to relax her anus.‭ ‬He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her crack,‭ ‬when the tip caught on her tight hole he stopped.

Elaine took a deep breath and Sam began to force his way in.‭ ‬He was slow,‭ ‬but strong and quickly penetrated her.‭ ‬She wanted to cry out,‭ ‬it hurt.‭ ‬Sam was only the second man to enter her ass and he was bigger than Roy.‭ ‬Her rim stretched and burned,‭ ‬even lubed it was painful.‭ ‬She shuddered to think what it would be like unlubed.

Slowly he worked deeper into her,‭ ‬it seemed to take forever to get all the way in.‭ ‬He kept sliding in,‭ ‬deeper and deeper,‭ ‬filling her,‭ ‬violating her.‭ ‬Finally she felt his rough pubic hair against the soft skin on her ass.‭ ‬She was sweating heavily and her body feebly tried to expel this massive intrusion.‭ ‬She did not scream or cry out,‭ ‬she was as proud of that as someone tied down and being anally raped could be.

Sam lay on top of her,‭ ‬his large,‭ ‬hairy body forcing the air from Elaine’s small frame.‭ ‬He turned her head towards him and gently kissed her on the lips,‭ ‬his tongue only slightly entering her mouth,‭ ‬licking the inside of her lips.

‭”‬Now the fun begins,‭” ‬he whispered in her ear.

Elaine could breathe again once he got off her,‭ ‬but his hard cock buried in her ass did not change and the ordeal was just starting.‭ ‬She expected him to start hammering away immediately,‭ ‬but he did not.‭ ‬His strokes were long and slow,‭ ‬painful but tolerable,‭ ‬but Elaine did not relax,‭ ‬she knew any second now he would hurt her.

Sam was mesmerized as he watched his huge cock disappear into Elaine’s tiny hole.‭ ‬It always amazed him that something as big as his cock could fit into the small assholes of these women.‭ ‬It just seemed to vanish inside of them.‭ ‬Well,‭ ‬enough of the easy part.

Sam suddenly slammed hard into Elaine,‭ ‬burying himself in one powerful stroke.‭ ‬Elaine was in agony,‭ ‬but still didn’t cry out.‭ ‬She clenched her fists and toes and bit down on the pad,‭ ‬but was not going to give him the satisfaction of screaming.‭ ‬She counted five hard thrusts into her tender ass,‭ ‬each one brought her closer to screaming then he stopped and withdrew from her,‭ ‬leaving her empty.

Elaine was trying to catch her breath when Sam battered back into her.‭ ‬Without warning he battered through her feebly resisting sphincter and buried his cock all the way into her.‭ ‬This time she could not fight at and a loud scream escaped her lips.

‭”‬That’s it,‭ ‬Sweet Cheeks,‭ ‬don’t fight it,‭ ‬scream,‭” ‬Sam snarled at her.

He pounded her roughly now,‭ ‬and he started slapping her ass as he did,‭ ‬first one side then the other.‭ ‬Sam laughed as Elaine kept crying out,‭ ‬she could not keep it in any more.‭ ‬This hurt worse than anything Roy had done to her,‭ ‬but even as the pain climbed to a crescendo the distinction between pleasure and pain blurred.‭ ‬The sensations were so strong that she was not sure if she hated it or loved it,‭ ‬she wanted it to stop,‭ ‬but feared that it would.‭ ‬At some point she realized that she was cumming,‭ ‬the line between the pleasure and the pain was gone,‭ ‬she had been forced into an orgasm.‭ ‬Every nerve in her body was afire,‭ ‬every square inch of her was alive with agony and ecstasy.‭ ‬It was like a fuse was blown,‭ ‬she lost all control of her body,‭ ‬it went limp as Sam hammered away inside her.

Sam seemed to be able to fuck forever,‭ ‬but eventually he came.‭ ‬He fired round after round of cum so deep inside her body that he half expected to see it drip out of her nose.‭ ‬Sam had done a lot of women in the ass,‭ ‬but he could not remember one as satisfying as this one.‭ ‬It was the combination of her beauty,‭ ‬her innocence,‭ ‬how her ass felt on his cock and her reaction to what he did to her.‭ ‬He ran his hands down her sides,‭ ‬admiring her ravished body.‭ ‬She was covered in sweat,‭ ‬her ass cheeks reddened by his slapping,‭ ‬flush from her orgasm and wracked by sobs.‭ ‬Tears flowed freely down her cheeks and onto the pad.

Sam roughly pulled out,‭ ‬staggered to a nearby chair and flopped down.‭ ‬Mark handed him a glass of whiskey,‭ ‬Sam drained it in one swallow.‭

He turned to Mark and simply said‭ “‬wow.‭”

“Told you her ass fucked as good as it looked,‭” ‬Roy said smugly.

Mark smiled,‭ ‬set down his drink and got up.‭ ‬He walked behind Elaine who was still panting and sobbing,‭ ‬little drops of lube sliding down from her reddened asshole.‭ ‬Mark put on a condom,‭ ‬took the bottle of lube and quickly rubbed some of it on his erect cock.‭ ‬He climbed between her thighs and with no further ado rammed his cock into her ass.

Elaine was not ready for this.‭ ‬She had hoped for a little time to recover after Sam’s violation,‭ ‬but Mark was already inside her.‭ ‬Mark skipped any introductory pleasures and went straight to pounding her.‭ ‬Elaine yelled again,‭ ‬but she lacked the strength to fight or scream too loudly.‭ ‬All she could do was lie there as he violently used her.

Mark grabbed her hips firmly as he hammered away at her.‭ ‬He rolled his head back‭; ‬Sam was right,‭ ‬she was great.‭ ‬He would have to take her as often as he could tonight.‭ ‬Almost regretfully,‭ ‬he climaxed inside her.

Elaine was crying as Mark climbed off and Roy took his place.‭ ‬Roy was incredibly turned on,‭ ‬the power he had over Elaine was intoxicating.‭ ‬He had brought her to the place where three men were fucking her in the ass,‭ ‬and she just had to take it.‭ ‬He had taken a shy,‭ ‬normal woman and turned her into a sex slave,‭ ‬he had turned her into his sex slave.‭ ‬She seemed to be constantly cumming,‭ ‬crying or both.‭ ‬Her mind might be resisting,‭ ‬but her body knew what it wanted.

Roy slipped on the condom and rubbed on some lube.‭ ‬He bent forward and kissed her ass,‭ ‬plucking a stray pube left behind by either Sam or Mark from her crack.‭ ‬He reached a finger into her slit‭; ‬it was wet and as ready to go as ever.‭ ‬Nothing seemed to turn her on like being used and abused.‭ ‬She calmed a bit as Roy gently fingered her pussy and when she was back in control he put his cock against her battered asshole.

Roy pushed into her,‭ ‬slowly but firmly,‭ ‬filling her again.‭ ‬He remember again how much he loved being in her ass,‭ ‬how he had stolen her and killed two men just to be able to keep doing this to her.‭ ‬She looked so beautiful,‭ ‬so natural,‭ ‬tied up and impaled on his cock.‭ ‬He rubbed his hands down her sides,‭ ‬reaching under her to pinch her erect nipples.‭ ‬She flinched a bit,‭ ‬moaned softly and waited for Roy to take her.‭ ‬He shifted his hands back to her hips and started thrusting.

He used her hard,‭ ‬driven by her helplessness,‭ ‬beauty and his own youth.‭ ‬Only when he reached under her to rub her clit did he slow any.‭ ‬Elaine shifted onto his hand,‭ ‬welcoming the pleasure to match her violation.‭ ‬She came just before he did,‭ ‬her climax lost in the last few hard thrusts as he orgasmed,‭ ‬once more,‭ ‬inside her beautiful body.

Roy pulled out of her and slipped off the condom.‭ ‬He dropped it into the can on top of a growing pile of used condoms and wiped off his cock with a towel.‭ ‬Panting for the exertion he shared a knowing look with Mark and Sam.

‭”‬Sam,‭” ‬Mark said to his partner,‭ “‬why don’t you bring little Sweet Cheeks over here for a drink‭?”

Sam got up and undid the straps that held Elaine down.‭ ‬He helped her to her feet and she leaned against him.‭ ‬Sam could tell she was not ready to walk yet so he picked her up,‭ ‬cradling her in his arms.‭ ‬Elaine was in a daze,‭ ‬she leaned her abused body into Sam’s hairy chest as he carried her to the sofa.‭ ‬Gently,‭ ‬he sat her down in the middle.‭ ‬He sat on one side of her and Mark on the other.‭ ‬Roy sat in a chair across from them.

Elaine sat back on the couch surrounded by men who had just brutally fucked her.‭ ‬She was starting to get her senses back and knew she should enjoy this little rest before they took her again.‭ ‬She tried not to look at any of them,‭ ‬but just to have a minute or two to herself.

Mark handed her a glass of whiskey and ice.‭ ‬She quickly drained it and he refilled it.‭ ‬She was a slave,‭ ‬she kept reminding herself.‭ ‬This is what happened to slaves.‭ ‬Or so she assumed,‭ ‬she had never been a slave before nor had she ever known a slave before.‭ ‬In fact,‭ ‬before Friday she did even know there were slaves.‭ ‬Sure,‭ ‬she had played slave girl with Amanda,‭ ‬but that was a game,‭ ‬this was real.‭ ‬Even though it hurt,‭ ‬and she was afraid of what would happen next,‭ ‬she was excited by it all,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬She craved the use of her body,‭ ‬the men pounding away at her while she was helpless to stop them.‭ ‬The pain and fear just added to the experience.

She sipped the second glass,‭ ‬trying to get as much rest as possible.‭ ‬Somehow she knew when she finished this one they would start on her again.‭ ‬Her ass throbbed and her pussy felt like it had rug burn.‭ ‬It had been a rough few days.

Roy,‭ ‬Mark and Sam watched as she sipped her drink.‭ ‬When she was down to just ice,‭ ‬Mark took the glass from her hands and put it aside.

‭”‬Break time is over,‭ ‬Sweet Cheeks,‭” ‬Mark told her.‭ “‬Back to work.‭”

Roy stood up and stepped in front of her.‭ ‬He took hold of her head and pushed it towards his cock.‭ ‬Elaine leaned forward and opened her mouth.‭ ‬Roy slid into her and was quickly in her throat.‭ ‬He began to fuck her face,‭ ‬and as he did Elaine could feel hands on her breasts and thighs,‭ ‬one began to finger her slit.‭ ‬Even as Roy violated her mouth Elaine got closer and closer to orgasm,‭ ‬but she was not allowed to finish.‭ ‬The hand in her crotch‭ (‬Mark‭? ‬she liked to think it was Mark‭) ‬kept her on the edge of cumming,‭ ‬but did not push her over the edge.‭ ‬Roy came and Elaine swallowed more semen.‭ ‬She thought wryly that the only thing she had had to eat since lunch was spooge.

‭”‬Okay,‭” ‬Roy said as Elaine sucked the last bits of cum from his cock,‭ “‬what’s next on the agenda‭?”

Mark offered Elaine his hand and she weakly rose from the couch.‭ ‬She felt a string of lube from her ass stick to the cushion as she rose and a little drop of cum ran down from her mouth.‭ ‬He led her the few steps to the table.‭ ‬Sam had already cleared the table,‭ ‬putting the whiskey,‭ ‬ice and glasses in the whip cabinet.‭ ‬Mark lifted her so she was sitting on the table then pushed her back.‭ ‬Sam cradled her head and lowered her back to the table.

Elaine lay on the table,‭ ‬her legs dangled off one end and Sam pushed her head down so it hung off the edge of the table,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬She was looking at the world upside down.

Sam stood in front of her and softly rubbed her throat.‭ ‬Elaine looked right at Sam’s huge cock in front of her face,‭ ‬the same rod that had so violently taken her twice already tonight.‭ ‬She swallowed and readied for what she knew was coming,‭ ‬and cumming.‭ ‬She did not know how that huge thing would fit in her throat without killing her,‭ ‬but she would soon find out.

Sam grabbed his cock and pushed the tip into Elaine’s waiting mouth.‭ ‬She did not try to fight or resist.‭ ‬He left the tip in for moment and Elaine could taste dried cum and the juices from her cunt,‭ ‬the flavor of her debasement.‭ ‬She stared right at his hairy thighs and balls.‭ ‬She decided that the view was not going to get any better so she closed her eyes.

Sam slowly pushed his way in.‭ ‬He pushed past her teeth and tongue,‭ ‬pausing briefly as he got to the top of her throat.‭ ‬Elaine gagged when he pushed deeper into her throat,‭ ‬but there was no stopping him.‭ ‬She tried to get up and pull away,‭ ‬but strong hands held her on the table.‭ ‬She felt her throat stretch painfully as he continued to push into her.‭ ‬She could not breathe and wondered how much farther until he was all the way in.‭ ‬She tried to stay calm and was relieved when she finally felt his balls against her nose.‭ ‬She was,‭ ‬in a masochistic way,‭ ‬proud that she was able to take him all the way in.

‭”‬That’s it,‭ ‬Sweet Cheeks,‭” ‬Sam moaned,‭ “‬take it all in.‭ ‬Suck it,‭ ‬Sweet Cheeks,‭ ‬suck it.‭”

Elaine tried to suck,‭ ‬but her mouth and throat were so full all she could do was just take it.‭ ‬She arched her back in pain when Sam reached down and roughly grabbed her nipples.‭ ‬He pulled and twisted them as he pulled back out.‭ ‬When he was out enough so she could breathe she greedily sucked a deep breath through her nose and as she did Sam slid back into her.‭ ‬He slowly fucked her face and throat‭; ‬Elaine was able to time her breathing with his thrusting.

This was almost worse than having her ass pounded.‭ ‬It hurt less,‭ ‬but not being able to breathe scared her and kept her on the edge of panic.‭ ‬It was more humiliating,‭ ‬too,‭ ‬and having his balls bounce off her nose with every thrust made her feel even more used.

As Sam slowly picked up speed with his thrusting,‭ ‬she was made aware of Mark.‭ ‬She had forgotten about him.‭ ‬She remembered him when he pushed his cock into her pussy.

‭”‬Wow,‭ ‬guys,‭” ‬Mark said as he buried himself deep inside her,‭ “‬she is really wet.‭ ‬She loves it.‭ ‬What an amazing piece of ass you found,‭ ‬Roy.‭”

Elaine wanted to cry but couldn’t.‭ ‬For the first time in her life two men were inside her and it was intense.‭ ‬Mark started pounding her,‭ ‬hooking her legs over his shoulders and slamming away.‭ ‬She tried to yell,‭ ‬but was gagged by the huge cock in her mouth.‭ ‬Much to her shame,‭ ‬it only took a couple of thrusts from Mark before she came.‭ ‬She moaned and thrashed about,‭ ‬but was helpless as the two cocks pounded away at her.

The two men roughly used her mouth and pussy.‭ ‬Not slowing or stopping as they forced their pleasure from her body.‭ ‬Elaine came again as hands,‭ ‬she was not sure whose,‭ ‬pulled and rubbed her sensitive breasts.

She wasn’t sure if Mark or Sam finished first,‭ ‬but they were both close.‭ ‬Suddenly they both slowed and stopped.‭ ‬Mark pulled out of battered pussy first then Sam slid out of her mouth,‭ ‬leaving a trail of cum across her tongue.

Elaine panted and cried,‭ ‬she had never imagined she could experience a night like this.‭ ‬She never thought anything like this could ever happen to her.‭ ‬She was only vaguely aware of a phone ringing and Mark answering it.

Tenderly,‭ ‬Sam caressed Elaine’s face and chest.‭ ‬He softly traced her collarbone and gently rubbed her cheeks.‭ ‬He had just violently raped her face,‭ ‬but was now treating her with tenderness.‭ ‬Elaine softly cried and Sam rubbed away her tears.

‭”‬Let’s hang her up,‭” ‬she heard Roy say.‭ “‬Upright,‭ ‬legs spread.‭ ‬Let’s make sure we can get from the front and back.‭”

Elaine tried to deny what she had heard.‭ ‬She was going to be double penetrated,‭ ‬one in her ass,‭ ‬one in her pussy.‭ ‬She did not know if she could take it,‭ ‬but she realized she did not have any choice.

The three of them carried Elaine to the harness hanging from the ceiling and began suspending her.‭ ‬Her hands were tied together above her head and hung from the ceiling.‭ ‬Her weight was hung from straps on her legs and under her arms.‭ ‬Her legs were spread,‭ ‬leaving her open for use.‭ ‬Elaine was resigned to her fate now.‭ ‬She was sore and loose from all the pounding her ass,‭ ‬pussy and mouth had already taken,‭ ‬but she knew her owner still had more in store for her.‭

Sam stepped back and admired his handiwork.‭ ‬Elaine was ready to be double penetrated.‭ ‬She was open and helpless.‭ ‬He smiled.‭ ‬He loved seeing women like this.

‭”‬I’ll take the back,‭” ‬she heard Roy say from behind her.‭

“Should we let our special guest have the front‭?” ‬Mark asked.

Special guest‭? ‬Elaine perked up a little,‭ ‬three men were bad enough,‭ ‬now Roy wanted to add a fourth‭? ‬She sighed bitterly and closed her eyes.

‭”‬I think we should,‭” ‬Roy agreed.‭

Elaine heard Sam open the door to the room.‭ “‬Come on in,‭ ‬we’re ready for you now,‭” ‬he said to someone in the other room.

Elaine instantly knew who it was.‭ ‬She recognized the footsteps,‭ ‬the faint smell,‭ ‬the very sense of presence and began to softly cry.‭ ‬She kept her eyes closed,‭ ‬not trusting herself.‭ ‬A hand touched her wet cheek,‭ ‬a familiar touch that sent shivers down her spine.

‭”‬I missed you,‭ ‬Laney.‭”

“Me,‭ ‬too,‭” ‬Elaine answered and opened her eyes.‭ ‬Caressing her cheek,‭ ‬her face inches away from Elaine’s,‭ ‬was Amanda.‭ ‬Elaine did not know what to think or feel.‭ ‬This was Amanda,‭ ‬the person who had first brought Elaine to orgasm.‭ ‬She had been Elaine’s lover,‭ ‬her teacher and leader in sexual exploration‭; ‬her roommate and friend.‭ ‬Amanda had also abandoned Elaine to a year of loneliness and got back in touch with her only because she wanted to sell Elaine into sexual slavery.

Amanda was just the way Elaine remembered her.‭ ‬She must have put some effort into this because her huge head of curly red hair was tied back and manageable.‭ ‬Elaine fondly remembered all the many times she had brushed back the mounds of curls to kiss Amanda’s full lips or how it felt on her thighs when Amanda went down on her.‭ ‬Amanda’s light blue eyes looked back at Elaine,‭ ‬a hint of satisfaction and questioning in them.‭ ‬Elaine looked at Amanda’s muscular arms and shoulders,‭ ‬the milky skin showing some new freckling.‭ ‬Elaine thought she needed to put on more sunscreen‭; ‬Amanda had such fair skin but was outside all the time.‭ ‬Elaine had always enjoyed rubbing sunscreen on her back.‭ ‬Elaine did not need to look down to know about Amanda’s powerful legs.‭ ‬Amanda had spent some time as a river guide,‭ ‬rowing tourists through the Grand Canyon and still had the all over ripped physique.‭ ‬Amanda had frequently overpowered Elaine during sex games and Elaine had loved it when Amanda would throw her over her shoulder and carry her off for some rough fucking.‭ ‬Elaine knew this woman,‭ ‬she knew her well.

Elaine was angry,‭ ‬deeply angry,‭ ‬at Amanda.‭ ‬She was angry more for Amanda leaving her when they were still at the Grand Canyon than for trying to sell her‭; ‬Elaine knew she was born to be a slave and maybe Amanda had been trying to do her a favor.‭ ‬But no one,‭ ‬not even Roy,‭ ‬inspired deeper feelings than Amanda.‭ ‬No one knew Elaine as well,‭ ‬how to please her,‭ ‬how to hurt her.

Elaine opened her mouth,‭ ‬trying to speak,‭ ‬but no words came out.‭ ‬Amanda solved the problem by leaning in and kissing Elaine,‭ ‬her tongue sliding into Elaine’s unresisting mouth.‭ ‬Elaine closed her eyes.‭ ‬The kiss was so familiar,‭ ‬the feel of Amanda’s lips and tongue so long a part of Elaine’s life,‭ ‬and Elaine found herself responding,‭ ‬her cum covered tongue eagerly caressing Amanda’s.‭ ‬Soon she felt Amanda’s small,‭ ‬strong hands on her breasts,‭ ‬kneading and gently pulling on her nipples.‭ ‬Amanda knew just what to do to arouse Elaine and soon her touch had Elaine ready again for whatever they were going to do to her next.‭ ‬She breathed a deep sigh and opened her eyes.‭ ‬Amanda gazed expectantly at her and Elaine nodded.

Amanda was ready,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬She had a strap-on ready to go and stepped between Elaine’s legs.‭ ‬She put the plastic tip to Elaine’s sore pussy lips and slowly pushed in.‭ ‬Elaine knew Amanda well,‭ ‬she even knew which dildo Amanda had on the harness.‭ ‬It was‭ “‬Henry‭”‬,‭ ‬a medium sized one that had been Elaine’s favorite.‭ ‬She recognized the feel of it as Amanda slid it into her.‭ ‬Blue eyes gazed at blue eyes,‭ ‬but Amanda just held inside Elaine,‭ ‬not fucking her but waiting.

Then Roy was behind her.‭ ‬He pressed his chest into Elaine’s back and whispered into her ear.‭ “‬Are you ready,‭ ‬Slave‭?” ‬he asked as his cock pressed against her abused anus.

Elaine’s eyes were locked on Amanda’s as she said‭ “‬yes,‭ ‬Master.‭”

Roy forced his way into Elaine’s tight passage,‭ ‬filling her from behind as Amanda filled her from the front.‭ ‬For a moment they were all still and Elaine concentrated on how full she felt.‭ ‬She had never thought this was something she would be doing,‭ ‬never imagined her body used like this,‭ ‬but the feel of being taken front and back stirred a deep craving in her.‭ ‬Amanda and Roy both seemed to be waiting for her.

‭”‬Be good to her,‭ ‬Roy,‭” ‬she heard Amanda whisper to Roy,‭ “‬or I’ll kick your ass.‭”

“Fuck me,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬Elaine said and Roy began to slowly slide out of her ass.‭ “‬Fuck me,‭ ‬Red,‭” ‬she said to Amanda and Amanda began sliding out of her pussy.

Elaine closed her eyes and lost herself in the sensation.‭ ‬They both started slowly but quickly sped up.‭ ‬It took them a few minutes to find a rhythm,‭ ‬one sliding out as the other pounded in,‭ ‬but once they did they took Elaine hard.‭ ‬Soon Elaine was overwhelmed,‭ ‬she had not thought this was possible.‭ ‬She tried to yell out,‭ ‬but could not make a sound.‭ ‬Her whole body was on fire,‭ ‬she did not know if it was pain or pleasure,‭ ‬all she knew was that the entire universe was the fucking she was getting from the two most important people in her life.‭ ‬Finally,‭ ‬she found her voice and howled a primal,‭ ‬animal scream as they plundered her helpless body.‭ ‬She came and came,‭ ‬not quite sure where one orgasm ended and the next began.

Roy came with a yell of his own and quickly pulled out of her battered sphincter,‭ ‬but before Elaine had a chance to come down Mark was pushing inside her.‭ ‬Elaine opened her eyes as Amanda pulled out,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬She gave a last longing kiss to her lover as Sam took her place.‭ ‬Mark was already pounding away at her ass when Sam slid his huge rod into her wet pussy.

Elaine was only vaguely aware of anything as Mark and Sam fucked her.‭ ‬She felt their bodies against her,‭ ‬their body hair on her soft skin,‭ ‬their breathing regular on her face and shoulders like athletes working out.‭ ‬Her sweat mixed with theirs,‭ ‬her moans drowned out in theirs.‭ ‬And she could feel them hammering away at her,‭ ‬but mostly she was aware of cumming.‭ ‬At some point she went limp,‭ ‬she may have passed out,‭ ‬she would never know.‭ ‬When she finally regained her senses Amanda was loosening the straps and lowering her into Roy’s waiting arms.

Roy carried her over to the bed and set her down.‭ ‬He whispered in her ear‭ “‬you did great,‭ ‬Slave.‭”

Elaine did not have the strength to answer him,‭ ‬but she thought she managed a wan smile.‭ ‬She closed her eyes and heard the door close and lock.‭ ‬When she opened them again she was alone.‭ ‬She wanted to think about what had just happened to her,‭ ‬she wanted to think about Roy and Amanda,‭ ‬but she was too tired and feel deeply asleep.


Elaine awoke to silence and found herself alone for a change.‭ ‬It took her a moment to realize where she was,‭ ‬still in the sex room at Mark’s ranch.‭ ‬She was sore,‭ ‬really sore.‭ ‬How many time had she been fucked last night‭? ‬She could not remember,‭ ‬each of the three men had taken multiple turns in her,‭ ‬using her everywhere.

One light burned on a table.‭ ‬Beside it was an open tube of lube on its side,‭ ‬none spilled out so maybe they had used all of it on her.‭ ‬She could see the straps hanging from the ceiling where she had been double penetrated by Sam and Mark and before them Roy and….‭ ‬Amanda.‭ ‬Amanda had been in on Elaine’s gang-bang,‭ ‬too.

The door unlocked and opened,‭ ‬sunlight spilled into the dark room.‭ ‬Coming through the door carrying a tray of coffee was Amanda.‭ ‬She was in a white t-shirt and shorts,‭ ‬and her hair was a mass of loose curls today.‭ ‬She smiled as she sat the tray down on the table beside the bed,‭ ‬shoving some handcuffs onto the floor to make room.‭ ‬She poured two cups of coffee,‭ ‬added milk to one and offered it to Elaine.‭ ‬Elaine sat up,‭ ‬wincing as she put pressure on her crotch,‭ ‬and took the coffee.

‭”‬Good afternoon,‭ ‬Laney,‭” ‬Amanda said and sat down on the bed beside Elaine.‭ ‬Elaine looked a little puzzled.‭ “‬It’s‭ ‬2pm.‭ ‬You had a long night so I decided to let you sleep.‭ ‬I had to give the men a morning blow job to get them to leave you alone.‭ ‬How on earth did you get Mark in your ass‭?”

(This story interlocks with each chapter so if you come into this story other than the beginning, then you may well scratch your head at some of the comments within this chapter. I’ve tried to make this a glimpse into the lives and lifestyle of three people. They chose to keep there lives private, isn’t it strange how life never lets that happen.)


“Hello … M … Jack,” said Samantha in a strained voice.

“Hi Samantha, how have you been?”

“Fine …”

She broke down and started sobbing. I could hear her repeating, “I’m sorry, master,” over and over again. My heart broke listening to her but I stayed quiet on the line to give her time to pull herself together before continuing.

“It’s time you came home. Why don’t you come to my office tomorrow morning?”

Samantha arrived at the lobby in the morning and signed in for our meeting. Tony escorted her to my office, taking care that she was properly accompanied. She saw me leaning at the entrance to my office as she rounded the corner. She let out a squeal and rushed to me. Poor Tony didn’t know what to do. Her rush up the corridor had caught him unprepared. I waved to Tony, around the sobbing woman in my arms letting him know it was okay. He sighed in relief as he returned to his desk.

“She’s badly hurt. You tried to tell me and I didn’t listen. All the times I should have been talking to my sisters. Those are wasted times now and no matter what I do or say I can’t get them back, can I?”

I shook my head silently and held her tighter.

“My sister warned me of the inner chaos that would follow and I ignored her. I thought I knew it all. I thought I had it all, but now when I think about it I had nothing. I’ve wasted so much time.”

Finally, she pulled away from me so she could look at me.

“I have no right to ask this. Hell, I’m lower than pond scum for the way I have treated you all. Please, can you take me home? I know the owner of the company. I’ve even slept with him a couple of times. I’m sure I can get him to let you go early.”

I laughed. For the first time in what feels like forever, I actually laughed. Even Mrs. Gillins leaned out of her now open door to take a look before she smiled and went back into her office. Samantha didn’t even want to drive and asked if she could leave her car and come home with me. She stared out of the window not saying a word as she hung onto my arm the entire journey. She was lost in thought until my hand touched her arm. It caught her by surprise and breaking into her musings, she jumped in her seat and let out a little gasp. She looked at me as if seeing me for the first time.

“This is going to hurt isn’t it?”

There was a look of resignation in her eyes. I could see she knew what was coming and resigning herself to it as penance for her behavior, these last few months.

“Yes. I could take you back to your car if you wish. We can both call this a learning experience and get on with our lives but, Samantha, the moment you enter that cabin you are mine and I will hurt you for the hurt you have caused our family. There is no Frankie inside to protect you and, other than your safe word, you have nothing. Do you trust me to know your limit?”

She stared ahead vacantly fighting her inner demons. She broke out of her thoughts with a shake and exited the car. Samantha stripped out of her clothes as she approached the cabin and knelt on the porch in front of the door, much like the first time she was here. I came up behind her, collecting her clothes and knelt beside her. I could see the tears streaming down her face and her lips trembling in fear. She started rubbing the arm Arnold broke reflexively in her stress.

I quietly asked her, “What is your safe word?”

Her mouth opened but nothing came out. She started shaking all the while her eyes locked on the door in front of her.

I touched her shoulder and asked her again, “What is your safe word?”

“I … can’t.”

Samantha started sobbing harder and shaking. She gripped her arm tightly to herself digging her nails into her side. She flinched and pulled away from me when I tried putting my arms around her.

I sighed as I watched her struggle. I stood up and extended my hand, “Come on, I can’t let you go back home in the state you are in.”

Samantha gulped and slowly took my hand and I lifted her to her feet. I escorted her to her seat in the kitchen. I pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge for her, left her to change into my jeans and t-shirt and picked up a set of Frankie’s clothes for Samantha. I saw her trying to drink but her hand shook so badly she couldn’t get it to her mouth.

She put down the bottle when she saw me. I placed the clothes in front of her telling her she needs to get dressed.

“But… I don’t understand. You’ve seen me naked before, hell we have even had sex, why the need for clothes?”

What I said next stung her so much she was close to tears again.

“Because I owned you then, but I don’t own you now. You are a guest in my house.”

I almost didn’t catch what she said next, as her head lowered to look at the tabletop.


I waited in silence.

“My safe word is ‘Rosebud’. Please, I can do this.”

“Sadly Samantha, I don’t know if you can. You are fighting so hard against yourself I’m afraid you will break again and this time; I won’t be able to put you together again. The slave within you either isn’t strong enough or you have exhausted her to the point that she can’t break free.”

She raised her head and looked into my eyes. I saw the fire in her that I saw at the lakeside when she was with her mother and me. It began to flicker to life again. Her doubts and fears were being pushed back, by her desire to return to us.

“My safe word is ‘Rosebud” I can do this,” She said again through gritted teeth.

Her eyes narrowed slightly and she refused to look away.

“I carry your mark. You branded my soul that day at the lake. I am yours. I am your slave.”

“You may be now and you may even be in a day or two from here, but, once you’re at home with your folks, Samantha, you will do everything in your power suppress the slave in you. I once had a conversation with your folks and it went something like this, ‘At the moment the slave is holding onto Samantha, who in turn is holding onto Frankie.’ But right now all I see is you, holding the slave by the throat and you have no intention of letting go.”

She blanched. She held herself rigid before speaking.

“Slave is stronger than me, she scares me.”

I just shook my head and got up to make us both something to eat. We continued our conversation as we prepared lunch.

“I have every intention of sending you home after lunch and telling you to come back when you’re not talking so much crap. Slave reached out to you and all you did was pay her lip service. Can’t you see you’re allowing that animal that broke your arm to continue victimizing you? You’re allowing him to dictate how you should live your life. You came here, hoping that I would go easy on you and let you wear my collar again and give you the status without the commitment we both require.”

“You know if I compromise and let you control the relationship, you will grow to resent all of us. You know deep inside you need me to take control for you to be content but you’re too stubborn and too frightened to really let go. You are trying to control a situation that you can’t control, out of fear. You need to ask yourself, ‘Will I let my fear control me or will I trust the one man who will take care of me, control me?’ You cannot be the slave you need to be and, therefore, the CEO you have to be, until you answer that question.”

“You make it sound like I’m a complete basket case.”

I smiled and shrugged.

“All I’m doing is simplifying what is going on in your head. I know what happened still haunts you. I understand you don’t want to get hurt again, but slave needs the pain to center her and make her whole. It is a horrible place to be in. Have you spoken to Frankie about this? You should, if you haven’t.”

We sat and ate in silence. I cleared the table and cleaned the kitchen leaving Samantha to think through everything we discussed. It was clear to see she was still in deep turmoil.

“We have talked about you being a slave. We have even touched on Frankie as being a slave. Do you know what Red is?”

She looked at me as if as I asked her if the Earth was round. The only thing missing was the ‘duh’.

“She’s a slave, like us.”

“Well, actually, no. I’ve never been one to put people into socially accepted cubbyholes. It’s you girls that are comfortable with being called slave and it is your need to call me Master. Again, I understand that, even though I’m not exactly a card-carrying member of the BDSM society. I have, in fact, never set foot in a club and I have no desire to find a sub for an evening. Red isn’t a slave. She’s a switch. She is my submissive, but she is a dominant with Frankie, Shannon, and, possibly, you.”

I sat back and watched the wheels go around in her head. I would have enjoyed watching her piece together what I had just said and why I had said it in the first place if it weren’t for the seriousness of the situation.

“You think I’m a switch?”

I shrugged my shoulders and continued to look at her. Samantha was completely befuddled not knowing how, what I had just said fit into the situation. I thought it best to put her out of her misery now.

“In another lifetime perhaps, but this conversation is moot to be honest.”

She placed her elbows on the table as she leaned forward, her eyes tried to hold my stare. There was clearly a war going on in her head and one I believed, I no longer had a stake in.

“Put your clothes on.”

“No. Explain what you mean.”

Samantha clearly winced, when she watched me lean toward her letting my anger show.

“Heed these words with great care young lady. So far, you have fucked with my life. You have caused me, Frankie and Red an immense amount of grief. You have not given me one reason why I need to deal with you any longer. Therefore, I strongly suggest you do as you’re told or get a fucking cab back to your car and get the hell out of my life. I will send your clothes back to you, when they are cleaned.”

We stared at each other across the table, neither willing to give in. This went on for what seemed to be hours before she broke our stare and slowly started dressing. I left the table taking my drink with me and went to the living room.

Samantha followed me once she was dressed. She knelt on the floor beside my seat. She set her gaze on the floor and held her pose waiting for me. She must have heard me sigh but she refused to look at me. It was clear; she was not leaving without every option explored. I was still wondering to whom I was having this conversation with.

“The slave within you reached out to you, when you found out about Frankie and me. You did all you could to ignore her, because of the scumbag that broke your arm. This is truth time Samantha. You have chosen him over your own wellbeing. You took the freedom that college afforded you to explore your slave self, while away from your parents, when you felt they would never understand. You trusted your boyfriend in this exploration but when he broke your arm, you turned on slave and blamed her for everything. You made her a scapegoat and when you returned to college, you did everyone who propositioned you to hide your shame and your pain.”

She winced as I recounted even this much. I’m sure her father didn’t know any of this and neither did I, until Rebecca had told Frankie. I had struck home with what I’d said.

“Frankie’s life is compartmentalized. She can switch from Francine to Frankie so quickly and with so much ease that she cannot see those differences any longer. The reason is she trusts herself and her own judgment. She trusts me. You, on the other hand, trust no one, especially yourself. You fear your own judgment. You know slave trusts me but you can’t trust your slave.”

Her head quickly rose and she stared at me. Her eyes misted up, shoulders slumped slightly and she lowered her head again before she nodded her head in acknowledgment of my statement.

I let go of a breath, I didn’t know I was holding. I may be breaking through her last barriers and I couldn’t let up. “If you think I will relent and punish you and accept you back into our family you are mistaken. We still have a long ways to go. Shannon, Red and Frankie all have something in common that you don’t.”

“All three of them have bared their souls to me. They have allowed themselves to be vulnerable to me trusting me, to safeguard their hearts for them. Much of what I have found out about you did not come from you. You came here demanding Red’s status without working for it. You believe you just needed to show just enough to get everything from us. It doesn’t work that way. You cannot be the slave you need to be if you don’t trust your master enough to be fully open and vulnerable to him.”

“This may sound like a paradox but the more you open up to me and become vulnerable to me, the more I will treasure you and guard you.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she thought about what I had just said.

“You, Samantha, have trust issues with men and quite frankly, I can’t say I blame you. Perhaps you just heaped too much on yourself, too soon. I will be here and I will safeguard your collar for you, when you’re ready. Maybe you do need to go home and decide whether you trust yourself and whether you trust me.”

Once again, Samantha looked up at me, her shoulders were straight and her chest automatically pushed itself out as air filled her lungs.

“Please, my Master …”

I put my hand up to stop her, “I know you regret what has happened over the last few months. You want to prove to me that you want to be a slave with persuasive arguments. Ask yourself honestly, what do you have to say that you haven’t said already? There is only one way to prove to me that you are ready for this and you know what that is.”

I looked at the clock in the kitchen. We had been talking well into the evening and, to be honest, I really didn’t feel anything, had been accomplished.

“Samantha, I’m starting to feel like I’ve filled your head with too much and you haven’t had the time to absorb and work through everything that’s been said here. It’s getting late. You will sleep in the guest room tonight. My room is off limits to you. You need time and space to think. We will talk again in the morning. I will not violate your privacy as my guest. It’s a hard rule. Go to bed.”

As I rose to take the cups into the kitchen, I heard her say something I had only ever heard Frankie say.

“I will obey.”

She was gone when I had finished in the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water before heading out to the hot tub to relax. I heard both Red and Frankie’s voices arguing for and against Samantha. I played over all the warnings and debates over accepting her. I had to chuckle when I remember Red clearly admonishing me for ‘collecting waifs and strays’. She was right. I had laid everything on the line for Samantha.

It may have been too much, but she needed every scrap of information so she could make the right choice for herself. It was up to her now and no one else could choose for her. I hoped she would make the right choice and would not allow that bastard to dictate the rest of her life for her. I know I would miss her terribly if she chose to leave.

Her legs appeared next to me before I realized she was even there. She had slid into the hot tub before I could even stop her, not that I was going to try. She wanted to talk so why would I deny her?

“Before you say anything, I’m wearing a bathing suit. I heard the hot tub turning on. I’m no rocket scientist, but it doesn’t take one to figure out you’re not going to bed yet and since I’m under orders not to sneak into our room to be with you, I can be with you here, albeit with this thing on.”

Ok, I smiled. What else could I do? What she did next caught me unprepared.

Samantha climbed onto my lap and placed her arms around me, and then said, “I promised I would think about all that we have talked about and that’s the truth but for now I need to be this close to you. I hope I get SOME indication that you still care for me. If it should ever arise, I will be satisfied but I will deny ever having … um … felt your care.”

This Goddamned woman always has a way of making me smile. I shook my head and drew her close to me, just not TOO close.

“Tell me about the early days.”

Pulling my head back to look at her, uncertain of what she was asking of me.

“The original gang of three, what was it like in the early days?”

Once Samantha recognized the look of understanding, she settled her head on my shoulder as I reminisced about my past with Shannon and Red. She only interrupted when she suggested we move back into the cabin before we both turned into prunes. Even as we both got out of the tub, there was no respite. Samantha quickly dashed into my room returning with t-shirt and shorts and then dashed into hers to get the same.

Samantha would ask a question here or there, as we both stripped down. I’m not sure if it was habit, but she dried me off and then went over to the couch to dry herself. The questions continued as we both dressed and she once again resumed her place on my lap, as my past with both girls was laid bare to her.

Before either of us realized it, the sun had climbed over the ridge and was peaking into the day room and by then I was thinking about Shannon’s funeral, Samantha pretty much knew the rest.

“Go to bed and sleep in. I fully intend to, once I’ve left a message with work that I won’t be in today.”

“That is one order I will gladly obey. Sleep well, my Master.”

She had already turned and headed for her room, I swear that girl swung those hips of hers just a bit more than she had earlier.

I’m not even sure what woke me, just one of those feelings perhaps. Many years ago, Frankie was with Shannon and I, while my brother and Marci took a cruise. Frankie wasn’t well. One of those twenty-four hour bugs that float around from time to time. Even though Shannon and I are sound sleepers, both of us woke instantly when we sensed that something wasn’t right and just made it to her room in time to watch her be sick on the floor.

I cleaned up while Shannon calmed a six-year-old Frankie after she had freaked out, not knowing what was happening to her. It was one of those moments. I woke sensing something was different in the cabin, it was then I heard crying. Samantha was knelt at the end of my bed, the tears streamed down her face. Even as my body moved to reach out to her, Samantha held up her hand to stop me.

“Please, my Master. Last night I heard from your lips such a tale of love and I envied each of you. I have thought long and hard and this is my choice.”

Even as she said that, her arms extended so they took in the whole cabin, she blushed as her eyes once again settled on me, her words were calm and even, as though rehearsed.

“I know I have to be punished for my actions over these last months. But this I give as my word, although I cannot equal my sisters, in my own way, my heart tells me I can aspire to be as good as them both someday.”

Again, her eyes rose to meet mine, not in defiance. Samantha wanted to make a point.

“Your choice of a safe word for me is Rosebud. If I can ask but one thing from you, can you punish me after we have made love? I’ve missed your touch so much, and I need that to carry me over the pain I will endure for treating the status you gave me so shabbily.”

Even now, I still felt the urge to make sure she knew precisely what she was letting herself in for.

“Take these words and keep them close to your heart. You are on probation; this is your last chance Samantha. You fuck this up and there is no second chance out there for you to grab hold of. All three girls came into our version of this lifestyle with their eyes wide open, they knew what was required of them and all accepted that. There is no compromise, you won’t be earning, Samantha. You came here and pissed over all the chances you will ever have. You’re running on empty young lady and for some time to come, it’s going to be all uphill.”

Although the tears had stopped, it was still plain to see, she was still close to it. For such a long time, Samantha watched me waiting for me to add to my last comment. I didn’t need to; the ball was in her court now. She watched as I leaned over to the bedside cabinet and pulled the drawer open. Seconds later her necklace arced its way towards her, she caught it mid-air with both hands and instinctively held it close to herself.

“For a start, you don’t get to ask shit from me. If you put that on it means you have heard and accept what I’ve said; we will draw this one line under all this and get on with this life and that includes me taking you into the playroom, before I make love to you. Remember, you have no rights in this, from now and for some time to come.”

Her chest rose as she slowly sucked in air. Samantha’s eyes were glued to the necklace in her hands. She placed it on the bed and then stood. Her hands went to her t-shirt and pulled it off before pulling her shorts to the floor. The concentration on her face remained the same, even as she placed her necklace once again around her neck and knelt on the bed staring at my chest.

“I will obey, and thank you for once again, reminding me of my place.”

There was something about her now, the way she held herself ready perhaps. Last night Samantha had actually thought about what was going to happen to her, about the way she had treated us all so badly over these last few months. She knew that her behavior had caused all of this. Today was her day of reckoning and she knelt expectantly, waiting for the punishment she felt and now understood she was due. I’m sure what caused her surprise was the way my arm came up and my hand opened up to her.

Samantha looked at it, and then at me. Although the tears welled up within her, the thousand-watt smile kept them at bay. She clasped my hand ever so tightly as she crawled over the bed and between the covers. Our bodies melted into each other as the last vestige of restraint vanished, her tears burst forth and for some time, all I did was hold her tight to me as agonizing sobs poured forth. It was clear she was trying to say something and although the crying kept getting in the way, Samantha felt the need to say whatever it was.

“I… I love…”

The pent up emotions once again took her as she cried into my shoulder for a few moments. Again, she pulled air into her lungs, willing herself to stop crying as she pulled herself away to look at me, her hand came up and held my cheek and a small smile grew on her lips.

“You were right, all along you were right. I am Samantha the businesswoman, and no one but you and my sisters will ever see the slave within. That is my gift to her and all of you. Should any of you ring me, I will answer, regardless of what I’m doing, should you need me, I will be but a plane ride away. Last night I heard a tale of such love between three people that my heart burst with shame, that I had come so close to walking away from this and pride, that the slave that I am will share in it. I came to my senses last night, my Master. Please find it within yourself, to forgive this idiot.”

Her other hand came up and now both held my face, her eyes bored deep into my soul. Samantha took but a moment to finish what she wanted to say.

“I love you. I love my sisters and I will make you all proud of me, as you test me. Should this slave ever waver, I know I have you all at the end of a phone and here in this special place. This slave had it all and came so close to losing it all, you gave me this last chance and that is all I need to prove to you that you have this slave for life. I love you my Master.”

She stopped talking. The feeling that a ‘but’ was hanging in the air was there also. The pause grew, in both time and unease. Finally, Samantha spoke once again.

“My soul is laid bare to you, there is but one thing I have left to give you. It grew in me because of the answer you would give me… No. It grew because of the answer I feared you would give me. Who is the woman under you right now? Are you fucking Mitchell Harper’s daughter?”

Now I understood why she held my head so tightly. Her eyes gave her away; the emotions within her were finally at peace. She was slave and she wished me to see her. To know that special person within her, that for now, she was in control and this was the first time she had admitted it to anyone. Reinforcing that statement, by telling me of her love and her one doubt, fed upon itself to the point of almost destroying her own happiness.

“Know this. Seal it in your heart, you are Samantha Harper. That will never change, when you are here, on the phone to us and I do include Red and Frankie in the ‘us’ part, you are slave. We both have a business to run but we cannot sacrifice the ‘us’, to do it. You are slave when you are expected to be and when you need to be. It is also, why you are never called anything more than Samantha. Mitchell Harper’s daughter isn’t here, Samantha is.”

Her eyes welled up again, as something else happened as well. As that thousand-watt smile burst through the worry in her eyes, she also seemed to glow. She mouthed a thank you and we sealed our conversation with a kiss. Even her kiss was submissive, she sought nothing other than accede to me, to let me know that I had access to her mouth. Samantha’s tongue guided when asked and kept me company when I went exploring. Even as our kiss ended and I pulled away slightly to look at her, her eyes almost glowed and the thousand-watt smile that quickly followed.

“This body, mind and soul are yours, my Master. I wear your brand with honor, how may I please you?”

I’m sure she noticed the small smile I tried to hide; it would have been unfair to let her think anything, other than what had just struck me.

“Have you noticed that you are already talking like the girls do?”

The smile grew, in both her eyes and lips; she nodded and then said, “It is the way. I am slave and nothing will ever change that.”

Samantha then winked.

“Plus my sister gave me tips on how she does it. It gets easier I know, that girl doesn’t even have to think about it anymore, with me I have to think a second ahead of myself but it’s getting easier.”

“When did you speak to Frankie?”

Samantha blushed. “An hour, before I came and sat on our bed. I needed to speak to her, to apologize. I got the poor girl out of bed to talk and I felt so guilty for doing it.”

The temptation to ask more was almost overwhelming, but the girls needed their own line of communication so I left it at that, for now.

The covers were kicked onto the floor and, as I adjusted my position on the bed, Samantha opened her legs. I still had my morning wood and intended to take full advantage of it. I had seen Samantha’s body in all sorts of angles but it still held me in wonder. Her own body heat seemed to rise and she blushed as she found me looking at her. Samantha’s hand came down the side of my body, paused at my hip and then held my hardness.


I paused, even that one word held a need within it.

“I know you are going to be tender. You have that look in your eyes that tells me this, even though my behavior recently says I don’t deserve it. When the time comes and you wish to enter this body, can I be the one to hold you as it goes in?”

For some reason only known to her, she actually thought I was going to refuse. I kissed her forehead, her head moved up to catch a kiss as my lips touched the tip of her nose, and then, once again her lips before I nodded my head and smiled. The squeal and then the hug made me pause as I desperately tried to get my hearing back. My journey down her body made me stop to snack on her breasts. Even on her back, they still stood proud, her nipples tight and fully erect. The color of her chest now matched her neck.

Samantha moaned as my mouth sank onto her breasts swirling my tongue as I did, she moved upwards trying to force yet more of herself into me. My cock slipped between her pussy lips and lust made her wriggle in an attempt to force me inside her. I had made a promise, so I eased back slightly turning my attention once again on her delicate flesh. Again, she moaned. A hand moved up my back, ending with her finger tips barely touching my skin by the time it had traveled to my neck and my body involuntarily shuddered.

She winked and smiled, her own delicate way of telling me that she could torture me just as much as I could her. My teeth scraped along that delicate flesh as I moved my head away from her, stopping at her nipple to envelope my mouth around it so I could suck on it. The glistening saliva that I left there was added to, when my tongue followed down her breast to the ridge between both, her skin leaving a trail of goose bumps as I did. Again, she gasped.

My mouth repeated what I had done to her other breast, Samantha’s breathing was becoming ragged, her hips tried to once again envelope my cock within her. The tip pushed at the warm folds of her lips and she groaned again, trying once again, she would move her hips up and down as she tried to force her hips down. The head of my cock slipped easily between her pussy lips and she sighed at her small victory. Her sigh quickly turned to a moan of frustration when I once again pulled back, leaving but the head of my cock parting her pussy lips once again.

Even as my head came up, our eyes met and we both smiled, we could continue this game for sometime and we both knew who would be the winner. The resigned look in her eyes made me move back slightly, allowing her hands to grasp my cock, that thousand-watt smile took her once again as she adjusted my position. I acceded to her own impatience, this one time. I had been in her many times, yet today she was soaking the sheets with the cum seeping out of her.

The low moan told me a great deal. The way she lifted her hips slightly at the last moment and the sigh that soon followed, only added to the sensations of my cock traveling into a liquid furnace of a pussy. Even as our loins fully met and Samantha clamped her pussy muscles to hold me there, we paused to once again and kiss. Her thighs came into contact with my hips before something in her head made her stop and ease her thighs apart before placing her feet between my legs, her knees still wide, this woman wanted me to know she would always be open to me.

“Thank you for letting me do that. I understand, I won’t get to do it all that often but I will relish those times you allow it.”

I suppose this was one of those moments where the lines between Master and slave blur slightly. Samantha still had to be taught, what she had done to us all was wrong, but this woman lying beneath me had understood now, that her own doubts had been groundless. Communication was everything in this lifestyle. She had never got that with her last Master, a broken arm yes, but real knowledge of all this had to come to her both from within and help from us all.

Ground rules were everything and Samantha had to be taught those, so she could understand and never repeat what had happened. It was time to show her love, a glimpse perhaps of what she has here and had a chance to keep hold of as long as she worked at it and held on to it with both hands.

Once again, we kissed and once again, I was left in wonder at this woman, Samantha could learn if you took time to teach her. She was slave beneath me, just as she was a willing woman. We explored and fed our own hunger for each other, every time I felt my cock twitch inside her, she would respond with gently clamping the walls of her pussy around my hardness, to remind us both that we had time.

The final peck to her lips brought a smile; her eyes once again gave her away. The fact that I was slowly pulling my cock out of her, sure gave me away. Now only the bulbous head of my cock remained in her and Samantha adjusted her legs, her knees closed in and as I pushed forward, she lifted herself slightly so I pushed deep within her. We were slow, comfortable with each other and although my strokes were a constant, she would adjust herself every now and then.

A soft moan or a gentle grunt would escape her as she took pleasure from our lovemaking, and it was love making. Our bodies matched in every way right there on that bed, we were one, joined in more places that our loins and enjoying every second of it. Soon my thrusts into her became more vigorous, she would again adjust her body but it was easy to see that her own orgasm was closing in on her. Samantha panicked when she realized that blurred line between us came with no rules. Was she supposed to ask for her orgasm, could she seek to move on top?

The tightening of her stomach and the hard clamping down on my cock gave her away again. Her eyes screamed her confusion and as she opened her mouth to ask, her own body had betrayed her. Her hips thrust upwards one final time and she came, the long slow groan that heralded that slow burn of her pussy, the juices that coated my cock once again and the heat her body generated pushed her head long towards her orgasm and nothing this side of hell was going to stop her from having it.

That orgasm was hard on her, she pushed it back and then seemed to accepted it when it swept over her, wept when it arrived and looked up at me with tears in her eyes, fearing that she had failed me, Samantha sobbed, she buried her head into my shoulder and cried, heart breaking sobs of despair. Every time she tried to speak, her own emotions engulfed her and nothing but a sob escaped her mouth.

Even shifting my position so we were now on our sides facing each other, didn’t deflect from the fact that she wouldn’t look at me, her own body still betrayed her, her pussy would still twitch around me occasionally. Samantha couldn’t look at me and since she couldn’t do that, she didn’t see the smile I had on my face. Perhaps it was time to once again, put her at her ease, twisting once again so she was now on top her face was now open to me.

Her tears once again burst forth as she looked down at me. It was clear to see that I allowed her too much to soon. That would have to change.

“You have cum, I have not. Make up for this lapse and all will be forgiven.”

She smiled and nodded, before her hands came to rest on my chest and she fucked me hard, barely out of her own orgasm. What she was doing now, was plunging herself head long into another. Her teeth came together in grim determination that would not happen. Finally, she felt my cock twitch and a small smile once again came to her lips, yet her task once again felt like an impossible one, the more she drove down on my cock the more sensations she sent to her body.

Each task came with a price, yet Samantha was as determined now as I have ever seen her. My hands rose to her tits, my fingers played with her nipples and she smiled. Her nails dug deep into my chest in anticipation of what came next. My fingers bit deep into her fully erect nipples and my hand twisted, she screamed and clamped down hard on my cock one more time sending ropes of cum deep into her womb.

Samantha’s body glowed, the sweat over her body reflected so much light off her and she came so very hard. My fingers let go of her and she slumped forward onto my chest, her breathing sounded like a woman of eighty and judging by the look in her eyes and smile on her face, a very happy woman of eighty at that. Samantha refused to move, even when I slid out of her and our combined cum now rested across my groin and between us.

“Do you want it or do you want a shower now?”

Slowly her head rose from my chest.

“Mine please.”

She inched down my body and I held still as she licked our juices off me. Not an easy thing to do being still, with a tongue like hers doing what it was doing either. Once clean, she again turned her attention to making me hard. I had to remind her that I had to use the bathroom and we both got up. Samantha got the shower ready while I finally emptied my bladder.


Between us, we filled the icebox with drinks and snacks for our day at the lake. Samantha knew her punishment was to be this evening. The thought of making love to someone and then dragging them into the playroom moments later never really made sense to me. I got my favorite task of placing lotion on her and then she lay beside me on the other lounger.

Samantha would sleep for a few minutes and then wake with a start. I smiled and politely ignored her. It was clear to me she had indeed been awake all night thinking on her future here and I didn’t even want to think about the battle she must have had with the slave within her. As the sun continued to rise, I added more lotion to the both of us; this was to be a relaxation day, nothing more.

“Please my Master, may I be allowed out onto the float.”

I was still reading up on one of the projects that Marlon had in his lab so I didn’t look up.

“Yes of course, although you don’t have to ask.”

“I am slave, yes I do.”

Now that did make me stop reading and look at her, even placing the report down on top of the icebox.

“Samantha, you are slave. You are also a special person, don’t shut out Samantha, she is you and you are her. Learn to live in harmony, I’m not Arnold Hamilton.”

She clearly winced when I mentioned the name of the man who broke her arm in college but I had to, just to drive home my point.

“You are allowed freedoms here, admittedly, yours are on a slightly shorter leash for now. But none of them extend to having to ask for everything, just take this with you.”

That thousand-watt smile returned, when my hand came up holding a bottle of sun tan lotion within it. Samantha climbed off her lounger and straddled mine before she lowered herself onto me, her pussy resting over the top of my cock. Placing her hands on my shoulders, we both leaned forward for a kiss. Neither one of us wanted to come up for air but the blood rushing to my cock meant she had to adjust her position before I became uncomfortable, and that’s when slave moved one of her hands so she could guide me into her.

“I was kinda hoping you were going to say something like that in return. I’ve wanted to slide this back into me for about an hour now, but I wasn’t sure the loving I got this morning filled my allowance.”

She knew I was going to do something, just by the look in my eyes and it was plain to see she feared the worst. This young lady was still guilty of assumption and as her Master; I still had to keep her off balance. My hands went under her ass and lifted her off me. Samantha leaned forward to reestablish her balance and her hands instinctively went to my shoulders. Pulling her body forward slightly and then lowered her down, the tip of my cock made contact with her ass.

Samantha’s legs took her weight once again as my hands pulled her ass cheeks further apart and she winced when my fingers entered her ass but she remained still. One hand moved back to her pussy and moved some of her juices back to her hole. I gave a slight nod and with a mischievous smile, her ass slowly enveloped my cock. She sighed on the way down, sometimes she would pause, move back up slightly, pause, then lower herself once again and then gasped when she hit bottom.

“Oh fuck, I haven’t done this in a while. I thought you were going to dump my ass on the ground for a moment there. Can I please ask you to go slow to begin with? You fit nicely in me and the pain is teasingly pleasant, but I just have to get used to the feeling that your cock feels like its making friends with my backbone.”

We both chuckled, I was still average Joe in size and we both knew I wasn’t big enough to go that far up a woman’s body, but I could imagine her ass was telling her otherwise. It must have been a full minute before she moved again, Samantha looked down at me, her eyes had dilated so much that I couldn’t see her real color.

She briefly nodded her head before saying. “Thank you for your patience my Master, this slave is ready now.”

I could feel legs move back to the lounger, her body sank further onto me and another grunt escaped her lips. For several minutes I did nothing other then run a finger over her clit, the few occasions when she would try to move up and down or wriggle I would immediately stop, until she did as well. Once she realized that although she was on top I was the one in control, Samantha relaxed, leaned down and we kissed. I also took the opportunity to give her ass a swipe as well.

“I know I deserved that. Sorry.”

My thumb pressed in on her clit and she groaned. Samantha had placed her hands once again on my shoulders, not to hold me down but to watch my eyes. Her stomach would involuntarily spasm as I continued to play with her clit, the flush of her cheeks showing her continued arousal. Again, she tried to move her ass and I stopped, she bit down on her lip and gave a slow sigh.

“This is one of those torture things isn’t it? Just let me say thank you in advance because I know once you’re done with this body, I’m not going to have the energy to do much else than curl up into a ball and tingle.”

Samantha once again rested her ass back onto me and waited. I slapped her ass once again and she winced, a slight shrug of her shoulder giving us both one of those ‘you can’t blame a girl for trying’ moments. Still our eyes never wavered from each other. Oh, we blinked, even winked at each other as well, before my thumb once again went back to her clit. For a full two minutes, my rhythm was a constant. Her stomach once again started to spasm and then her eyes seemed to flutter before they closed and a gentle sigh escaped her lips.

My groin gave away the fact that she had a small orgasm; it was now a dual assault on her body. My thumb once again played gentle patterns over her clit only this time I started to move up and down in her ass, her eyes shot open and that thousand-watt smile radiated outwards. I knew what I wanted to do, just as I understood I’m only a male of the species. It was also time to even that one little hick-up out of the system.

The movement of my legs gave me away. Samantha looked behind her. My hand moved from her clit, she then looked down as my hand once again went to her ass. She knew something was going to happen, but it didn’t stop her from having one of those ‘someone has taken my favorite toy away’ looks. As my balance adjusted, my hands went to her ass and I stood, Samantha wrapped her legs around me and locked them, her arms now around my neck. I bounced her on my cock all the way to the waters edge; she came once and screamed in my ear, the echo bounced around the lakeside.

Once we were waist deep in the lake, I had adjusted my position, and Samantha had recovered, we kissed and I began to move her ass up and down in slow easy thrusts. Her arms came away from my neck and her body floated on the water, her legs still locked around me. My hands were on her hips using them to drive myself into her, Samantha relaxed her legs just enough to allow more movement and I took full advantage of it. My cock became visible every time I pulled myself almost all the way out only to thrust back into her.

It was once again a test of endurance. The giveaway lay right in front of me, every time Samantha was close to orgasm her stomach would tighten. My own rhythm would instantly change and she would breathe again, her own need slowly inched itself to the point she wouldn’t be able to stave off the inevitable. It was also time to hurry her along, my arm swept under her giving me a free hand to once again play with her clit.

I had no need to worry about keeping her clit lubricated now it sat just inches below the water. My own orgasm was close, the constant that having sex in the lake meant that you genuinely stood little chance increasing the pace that got traveled and both participants were along for the ride. I could cheat of course, the work on Samantha’s clit brought one more screaming orgasm from her before her whole body went rigid and I had to lift her out of the water before she drowned.

Her arms wrapped themselves around me, her head buried itself into my neck and she bit down on my shoulder as another orgasm threatened to engulf her. I backed up a few paces to the waters edge and sank to my knees, that last upward thrust as my cock buried itself into her ass one final time, sent both a scream into my ear and cum deep into her ass. Her body went rigid one more time and then went limp, her legs dangled on either side of me.

The panting sweat soaked body clinging to me just sort of flopped. My cock did the same and left her ass followed by a slow moan as it did.

“Fuck, my ass feels like it’s on fire. I bit you, I’m sorry. I realize I’m going to pay for that later, but I had to do something short of blowing your eardrum out with my screaming.”

She felt my body shake and pulled away from me to look closely. I was laughing at her predicament. My hands let go of her and she slid off my legs landing on her ass at the waters edge. I stood over her, Samantha tried to get up and failed, so I bent down and lifted her into my arms and lay her on the lounger, covering her with a couple of towels. It was time to laugh again as she curled into a fetal position and just lay there, letting the sun dry the towels and Samantha.


We had no sooner got back from the lake and were headed for the shower when the phone rang. Out of habit, I put it on speaker when I answered it.

“Good afternoon my master, this slave is bored out of her skull and is in desperate need of a good spanking. Failing that, is there any chance of a soda and a pizza?”

Samantha roared with laughter and had to sit down. Red had obviously heard her.

“Oh goodie, my sister is home, does that mean I get visitors today? In which case make my pizza an extra pepperoni please.”

Even I had to suppress a laugh, poor Samantha had to get up and leave for the bathroom. She would of course have to come back and clean the wet stain from the couch later since she had now wet herself laughing so much.

We arrived at the clinic two hours later. The nurse watched me walk in with pizza boxes, smiled and shook her head before going back to the paperwork on her desk. Red was sitting up in bed, her tits in plain view to all that came into her room.

“You’re without a gown again.”

“Yup, can I have my pizza now?”

“That depends, are you drinking plenty of liquids?”

Red sighed, she knew we were going to go through this and the longer we took, the colder her pizza was going to get. She told me she had woke at eight, had seen Doc Kellerman by nine and he had checked the progress of the skin grafts, she was in the tank ten minutes later. Red even pointed to the new strips over each shoulder and down each side of her rib cage that held some sort of gauze to her back to protect the new skin grafts and allow as much air as possible.

“I’m being a good girl; can I please have my pizza now?”

She even clasped her hands together in a begging motion, I still couldn’t resist though.

“Then why are you showing your tits to the world?”

Even as I said it, I just knew I was going to regret it; the look of mischief in her eyes was a dead giveaway.


Red placed both hands on the bed sheets and lifted then a couple of inches before winking at us both.

“We both know that all this is going to need as much air as the gauze will allow and the gown is worse than useless since it does up at the back and they can’t do that because the ties will bite into the gauze, my chart says female staff only and without a gown I can play with this.”

This time she tilted her head towards the space between her legs. Samantha had already started to laugh, how I kept a straight face I’m not to sure, but my jaw sure ached with trying.

“I have to sit on a towel because I’m soaking the bed too often and the nurses are fed up with changing the sheets. My pussy is already soaked and has been ever since you came through the door.”

The cover rose at knee level and I knew what she was going to do next, her hand disappeared under the cover, her eyes closed and she quietly moaned to herself a moment before her hand emerged once again, palm upwards and soaked with pussy juice. I tried to put her behavior down to the drugs, still being administered to her via the intravenous tubing, but then again, this was Red. Her hand still glistened and the smile on her face told me even more. I also thought I should call her bluff and looked towards Samantha whose eyes were transfixed on the scene going on in front of her.

Silence broke the spell between Samantha and the rest of us; she looked directly at me and blushed. I smiled and told her to clean her up; Samantha hesitated for a second, her face now torn between lust and confusion. Red moved her hand towards her sister.

“Wanna lick it? If you do, you can share my pizza.”

It was interesting to watch both their eyes lock on one another. I’m not even sure either of them blinked when Samantha stood and walked over to the bed, and sat on it. The pause was momentary, before she clasped Red’s hand and licked it clean. I was just thankful no one came in as Samantha leaned in and kissed Red as a thank you, before moving to a seat closer to the bed.

“Wow that was hot, can I keep my sister here for a few days? Just to take the edge off, you understand.”

The thousand-watt smile from Samantha fought hard with the flush her cheeks had and eventually won out. I placed her pizza box on the bed between them and both tucked in while I went and sat on the couch. After the first slice they started to feed each other, it was interesting to watch, yet something about Red was wrong. Again, I put it down to the drugs in her body lowering her caution levels, but then again, as I have already said, this is Red.

“Have you got your head out of your ass yet or are you still planning on fucking with Jack?”

Samantha paused, unsure where that comment came from or even what to say. I’m not even sure Red was willing to wait for Samantha to answer.

“You keep forgetting Samantha; I was you some years ago. I warned you this would happen, every time we talked I warned you. I even gave you a way of holding it together, but you knew best didn’t you?”

The way these two stared at each other, I’m not even sure they remembered I was in the room.

“I’m on my last chance; our master will not tolerate my disrespecting us again.”

“Did you think I was lying to you, when I said that our sister has the easy path? She gets to fuck him every night and we seem to think our status makes us more than what we really are. Two things hurt us the most Samantha, being apart from this family unit and the celibacy.”

Samantha shrugged her shoulders and a piece of pepperoni fell off her slice of pizza and back onto the box, she picked it up and placed it on her tongue and then moved in to kiss Red. I had a strong idea who now had the pepperoni.

“I can handle the celibacy, almost every man I come into contact with is afraid of me anyway and those that think it’s a power trip to get into the my pants, all end up with their ego’s bruised and bleeding in front of their friends. I was finally brave enough myself to ask the one question I was afraid to ask and it’s the one question I should have asked from the very beginning instead of waiting until I was on the verge of being tossed out of our family.”

Red decided to return the favor and dabbed her slice of pizza over her own nipple, the sauce covered her entire areola. Her nipple slowly hardened in anticipation as she watched Samantha place her pizza slice back on the box, lean in and suck Red’s nipple. The closed eyes and soft sigh simply complimented the look Red had on her face. Samantha took her time and when she was done, the nipple was rock hard and saliva had replaced the sauce.

It took a moment for the flush to fade around her neck. The smile she gave Samantha was the best thank you she could have ever verbally given.

“So what was the question?”

The pause was momentary, it was that same pause I saw at the seminar when Frankie asked her, what had happened to Charles Winston; the day Samantha formally introduced herself to the both of us, the day after Charles set out to seduce Frankie.

“Who was under him at that moment, Mitchell Harper’s daughter or Samantha?”

Time just stopped for both of them, Red’s slice of pizza half way between the box and her mouth. I think her appetite had taken a hit, since the smile fell from her face. Samantha winced, she knew what was coming.

“You idiot, you risked your chance in this family for a petty insecurity that could have been dealt with within seconds. What the fuck were you thinking?” Red didn’t even give her time to answer, she just ranted onwards.

“I told you to phone us, US, Samantha, Frankie or me if you ever get stupid thoughts like that. Are you insane woman? That man over there is us, and we are him, we are interlocking parts of a puzzle and when we are all at the cabin harmony reigns. When we are apart, as an example of the status, we both have the communication between us that our master allows. This is the glue that keeps us together and gets us through each day so we can look forward to our return, to the valley.”

Her eyes blazed with so much pent up anger as she stared directly at Samantha. I’m almost sure it was will power from Red, that neither of them blinked when she said,

“And you nearly fucked that up because some animal in college fucked with your head and tainted your look on our master. From now on Samantha, you had damn well better pick up, if I or Frankie phone or we are both coming to hunt you down. Communication between us is the glue. Without it, insecurities move in and all this happens.”

For such a long time Samantha remained silent, the noises of what was going on in the corridor outside took the place of any conversation in here. Finally, Samantha placed the palm of her hand on Red’s cheek and both girls smiled at each other.

“Thank you, I needed that. I love you and I will tell Francine when I see her next.”

Red gave an exasperated look; she even rolled her eyes for a second before she produced her cell from nowhere.

“Were you not listening, my sister? Tell her now.”

Both giggled, Samantha nodded and took her hand away from Red, taking her cell on the way. She stood and joined me on the couch; the conversation with Frankie almost mirrored that of Samantha and Red.

We talked about the studio. I related to her how Mathew Bowden basically had them by the nuts and wanted to know how hard she wanted him to squeeze. Although even she admitted it was too early to even consider the details, as long as the studio agreed to continue to foot the medical bills for now and to stop turning the accident into anything that would promote the film in any way, then she would agree to hold off for now.

I relayed her wishes on my cell to Mathew; even he agreed it was the wisest of moves. He also stated that some of the film people wanted to visit. That was met with a vigorous shake of her head. Mathew promised to keep us up to date and I ended the call, my gaze still on Red.

“I have a select few I’m happy to show my tits off too, the film crew aren’t on that list.”

Even before I asked, I knew the answer but I had to bring this conversation up.

“Caroline Atkins has phoned you many times, yet you have refused her calls, why?”

Her body stiffened, it was clear to see she didn’t ever want this conversation, but I had initiated it so she had no choice.

“For now, I am focused on getting well enough to leave here and return to the valley. At the moment, I’m focused on you and my sisters. Caroline Atkins must wait. I understand she was acting on orders from the studio to be at that press conference, but part of me feels like she hung me out to dry and I can’t see or talk to her at the moment without that resentment seeping into any conversation we may have together.”

We stared at each other, both in our own thoughts. I let the matter rest for now since the priority had to be Red getting better. The knock on the door and a nurse putting her head in made us all turn to look.

“Your sister is here Red, sorry but we do have a limit on visitors.”

She was polite, but we both knew what she meant. Samantha and I kissed her and I told her, I would visit her in a couple of days. At first, she was confused but waved us both goodbye. Meeting Niamh again was strange for me. She looked so much like her sister that I almost called her Red at one stage of our conversation. She gave Samantha one of those up and down looks that women do to each other when they are sizing each other up. Samantha pretended not to notice.

It was on the journey back to the valley that I told Samantha I had things to do tonight so she should pack and I would take her to the airport. Samantha remained silent for the rest of the journey although I did catch her giving me sideways glances. As we entered the cabin I reminded her that if she wanted to start keeping stuff here she was more than welcome as long as it wasn’t half the clothes I found in her walk in wardrobe. She shuffled from one foot to the other before she looked directly at me.

“My Master, I have to be punished for my disgraceful behavior.”

She was right of course, I had told her I was going to punish her and she would feel the true pain of what all three of us had felt over the way our lifestyle had been placed on a shelf and only taken down when it suited her. But that was before and I needed her to leave, my own sanity would soon be tested and I couldn’t let her see that. Not when she herself was still so vulnerable.

It was clear she wanted to stay until Frankie got back tomorrow and any other time I would have allowed that. We hugged and kissed at the airport, her flight was due in two hours and she said she would check in and chill out with some magazines.


The cabin hadn’t been this quiet in months, yet even as I sat in my chair, Shannon’s smiling face looked towards me from the picture on my desk. Even now, I could hear her laugh, that infectious giggle that made the most ardent miserable person in the room smile. Her screams from the playroom would mix with splashing sounds from the hot tub. My Shannon was in every nook and cranny of this cabin.

My hand held her picture my thumb gently rubbing the glass and a great sadness enveloped me, clawing at my throat, desperately trying to make sure I never uttered the words that screamed in my mind. I swallowed and tried again drawing a breath deep into my lungs trying so hard to force the sadness from my voice as I said the words that meant such great happiness to us both when she was alive.

“Happy Anniversary, Shannon.”

Most days, I felt like the luckiest man alive. I had Red, Frankie and Samantha in my life. As individuals, they were truly unique, put all three in the same room and they were all firecrackers, yet at times like this…

I heard a saying, even though I gave it no credence at the time, my mind must have absorbed it. The words came tumbling back to me as my thumb once again gently rubbed a section of Shannon’s picture that held her cheek. In a room full of people, a man can still be alone.

I loved my girls, each one held a place in my heart and my priority in life was to see them smile, laugh and of course to hug them everyday they are with me. But today, as much as I love them all so dearly, I needed just a few hours to be with the one love in my life that no longer shared my life. When Shannon died, Red filled the void of sadness and emptiness my wife left behind. It was made easier because Red and I had spent so much time with Shannon both at college and in the years that followed.

We grieved together and step by step we put my beloved wife and her best friend to rest, not only in the ground but in our minds and hearts. I couldn’t find it in me to remind Red of today’s date, hell things had been so hectic these last few weeks I only discovered it myself by accident. Red was still on that perilous road to recovery, her mind and body still needed so much healing to do and reminding her of this day may hinder that progress.

Again, Shannon’s scream came from the playroom, every board, screw or nail in this cabin held a secret about Shannon and it was times like these, that they shared those secrets. Her bare feet padded across the day room, I knew it would be a waste of time looking out the door of my den. The memories would stop if I did.

Today was our wedding anniversary and those were the memories that fed on me. Shannon was her happiest on days like these. It was hard to deny her anything on those special days. Her laugh echoed through the cabin and my heart swelled to the breaking point. Yet, try as I might, even though this was her special day, I just couldn’t stop the feeling of so much pain when that one burning question took root on my thoughts.

Why wasn’t I allowed to say goodbye? Both precious gifts were taken from me so suddenly that I rapidly became a bystander as the hospital staff quickly turned professional when Shannon suddenly went limp and the baby’s heart monitor continued for a few seconds more before our child followed her.


I’m not even sure how long I walked. My mind didn’t have a direction or even a destination. Just walk, think and hope that my Shannon and our child were happy and both looked down on me and accepted that what we were doing wasn’t hurting them.

I finally found myself sitting on the cot in the barn, my arms tucked tightly across my chest and I cried for the first time since I buried Shannon. To me, I had committed the ultimate sin, I had almost forgotten today was our wedding anniversary. For so many years, she was the anchor in this family of ours, the reason I woke in the mornings. I breathed because she was next to me doing the same and now, even with so much going on in this family’s life, I almost forgot our anniversary.

I’m not even sure when my eyes grew heavy enough to force me to sleep, yet I found myself spooned into Frankie’s naked form on the cot when I woke.

“How long have you been here?”

Frankie tried to push even more of herself into me before she spoke.

“I am slave, by right and choice. I came to you openly and gave myself to you. That will never change, unless you send me away. Where you go, then I’m but a pace behind you. I pulled up as you came out of the cabin, your thoughts were elsewhere and never even saw me there, so I followed you and stayed with you while your anger fed on you. It was left to me to pick up the pieces and to hold you in my arms while you cried and finally slept.”

Even as I smiled at the back of her head, I still couldn’t resist what I was about to say,

“And now that I am awake?”

With the speed of youth, she turned on the cot, pushing my shoulder as she did and forced me onto my back. Her leg came over me and she was now straddled across my waist. The smile was there, just as the dark circles around her eyes, Frankie had not slept at all. Finally, she lowered herself onto me her whole body now pressed against mine.

“I am slave; it is my duty to look after you as it is yours to look after me. Red phoned me in a panic. It wasn’t until one of the nurses casually mentioned the date that she realized why you left the way you did. One call to Samantha told us both the rest, you sent her home. I’m sorry my master, but you will never be alone at times like this. We are family and every time you look out for us, it reinforces our need to look out for you.”

My hands went to Frankie’s rib cage and gently lifted her, pulling her over my head slightly and lowered her again so I could kiss each of her nipples and then back to kiss her lips. The slow moan as we tried to devour each other turned to frustration as she tried to wrap her arms around me and I stopped her. Once our lips parted Frankie went to speak again, my gently placing her back onto me so my own arms could wrapped themselves around her made her think twice.

“You are slave and I love you, so very much. Nevertheless, you were not due home until later today. Let me guess, your Mom was taking you to the golf club on your last night.”

Frankie giggled and tried once again to place as much of her onto me.

“I heard her talking to daddy yesterday. The dinner was a parting gift and it’s the dinner date that I would have been introduced to when we got there, that made me decide I would decline.”

I swatted her ass and she moved so we could both get up. Samantha was wrapped in a blanket and seated on the porch, watching a barn that never seemed to move, yet we take it upon ourselves to watch it from time to time. Her smile grew as we walked toward her. Finally, she pulled the blanket aside and rushed toward me, launching off the porch and into my arms.

“As you can tell my Master, we were all concerned when you left me at the airport. My sister phoned in a panic and asked where you were. Once I told her you had dropped me off, she knew what you were planning to do. I cancelled my flight and hired a car to get back here, but you had already left our home to wander in the night.”

Her legs wrapped themselves around me, reinforcing the telling that she didn’t want to let go any time soon. She even held my head in her hands to emphasize her next statement.

“From this day forward, all of us sisters have yesterdays date in our diaries and our hearts. You will never be alone on one of our sister’s birthdays or anniversaries, ever again.”

I carried her into the cabin still clinging to me and placed her in the kitchen. Both got the hint real quick and got busy with their chores and making us all breakfast.


“Please, my Master. Two slaves and a Master require sunshine because we are all starting to look rather pale. Plus of course, getting you out of this office and having your eyes constantly fixed on two hot women will do both of us and you a world of good.”

How could I not smile at her comment? Less than an hour later, all three of us were at the lake, the task of placing lotion on both girls fell to me. It was a task I did with true professionalism, spending far too long on most parts of their bodies. After all, you can never be too careful. Something else I noticed as the afternoon wore on, both girls seemed to be taking turns to lie out on the float, while the other one came and lay with me on my lounger.

We had been out by the lake for nearly three hours before the sound of an approaching car made us sit up. Frankie was out on the float and heard it, quickly diving into the lake and swimming to shore as Niamh’s car came around the hill and into full view. She seemed to sit watching the activities in front of her for a moment before she got out of her car and walked over to us. Frankie emerged from the water and hugged her, like a long lost sister. The contrast of a naked Frankie and a clothed Niamh as they hugged made me smile.

I offered her a bottle of water as she sat on the lounger next to me. She downed over half of it before she looked at me.

“Can you put something on? I don’t wish to see you all naked.”

That comment alone raised my blood pressure.


It took a moment but I decided to add to it.

“Why are you here Niamh?”

“If you answered your phone I wouldn’t have to be.”

By now, both the girls were knelt next to me, watching everything and not understanding anything.

“It’s the weekend Niamh. That makes it our time off, we have no need for phones out here and reception by the lake is worse than useless, so it’s pointless having one here. You’re stalling Niamh, you came here for a reason, what do you want?”

She fidgeted on the sun lounger for a moment longer, her gaze traveled to both the girls before she once again looked at me.

“I want Red to come home with us, when she is released from the clinic.”

Both Frankie and Samantha started to fidget.

“Have you asked Red about this?”

Niamh quickly shook her head before replying.

“There isn’t any point. She is yours; she’ll do what ever you want.”

Even as I went to speak, she held up her hand to stop me.

“Look, don’t think for a minute that it’s easy for me to come here. Hell, I’ve not seen this much naked flesh since communal showers after gym classes at school. I know you look at me and see my sister, but I’m not her. All this freaks me out, ok.”

The agitation and the downright panic she was getting herself into, stopped me from acting on instinct and I turned to both girls and told them to dress. They quickly nodded and grabbed towels and wrapped them around themselves.

“Samantha go with Niamh back to the cabin, make drinks for us all. Frankie and I will be a few minutes behind you. Once at the cabin, T-shirts and shorts are to be used.”

I turned to see a relieved Niamh nod and smile, before Samantha headed towards her car.

“Niamh, you’re staying for dinner. We’ll talk about this.”

I waited until Frankie and I had cleared up around the shoreline and headed back to the cabin before I said anything. “We both know your instincts around people have grown sharper over the months. When asked in front of Mitch Harper, you spoke so eloquently that you have a fan or two in that family. Niamh is staying for dinner, she may stay the night. You have a job to do, watch her.”

She nodded her head, yet stayed silent. Frankie left the car and quickly changed before helping Samantha with the drinks and getting a head start on dinner. Niamh was sitting on one of the loungers on the porch, her purse next to her. As I passed her, I told her I would only be a minute and went into my den. It took all of ten minutes to do what needed to be done. Niamh had ambushed me by coming to the cabin unannounced, and it was time to return the favor.

Once on the porch, I moved one of the loungers and sat on it. She tried a couple of times to initiate a conversation as we sat on the porch. I simply held up my hand to stop her. The girls came out of the cabin and placed our drinks between us before they took theirs and knelt against the support rails of the porch watching and saying nothing.

“Do we have to do this in front of these two?”

“We are a family, what one knows we all know. I assume you’re already aware that your visit here will have reached Red before you see her tomorrow?”

Niamh nodded her head before she looked down at her iced tea. Once again she looked at the girls, there faces neutral although I didn’t doubt for one moment that there wasn’t a battle going on in their heads.

“I’m prepared for that, but if I don’t do this, then no one will. My folks are relieved she is alive and feel beholding to you for protecting her from the studio that they won’t speak out. Nevertheless, we want her back. Give me my sister back, please Jack.”

“We both know Niamh, that Red won’t be fit enough to leave the clinic for at least another six weeks and that’s only if her present medical condition stays as promising as it is. The reason it’s that promising, is that she knows she will come here to convalesce.”

For the first time, real anger surfaced within her eyes, Samantha went to move but Frankie placed a hand on her thigh to stop her.

As Niamh glared at me, and between gritted teeth said, “Then you bring her here and beat the crap out of her for something that instinct made her do. She saved a life, but let’s face it Jack, to you she’s damaged goods now.”

She nodded her head towards Frankie and Samantha before continuing.

“You have two spares you don’t need my sister anymore. Give me back my sister.”

Niamh was being a bitch, she had stuck her nose into my life and assumed a great deal about me. I wasn’t in a charitable mood and I wanted her to work for what she wanted from me.

“Please Jack, turn her loose and I promise, I won’t interfere with your life ever again.”

The urge to laugh was close. She had practically run an express train through my life this afternoon, with what she was telling me. Yet, when it was all said and done, she was Red’s sister and I couldn’t turn her away.

“You have to know this Niamh. You are a guest, an un-invited one, but a guest and so far you have disrespected just about everyone present and I figure we can also toss your sister into this conversation as well. You know nothing of our life or that of Red’s while she is here. It’s clear she has either not shared anything about it or you have chosen to ignore it when she has spoken about it. Go to Red and ask her, I will abide by whatever your sister wishes me to do.”

Niamh once again shook her head.

“We both know she follows you around like a puppy and has done since college. She won’t use the bathroom without calling you for permission.”

Samantha once again went to move, Frankie’s hand on her thigh tightened. The smell of our dinner wafted out of the cabin and I nodded to both girls, they got up and left but not without Samantha and Niamh turning it into a glaring competition as they passed each other. Niamh picked up her iced tea again and sipped from the glass.

“For many years Niamh, your sister has been open to all her family about her life. Why do you think I would harm her for saving Caroline Atkins life? What she did placed her in harms way herself, Red acted on instinct in protecting someone who needed help. The scars she will now carry as the price for doing that, can only be worn with pride.”

Niamh was quick to answer, her eyes now the hardest I’ve ever seen them in all the time I have known her.

“Yet you beat her every time she is here and don’t you dare tell me you don’t. She has known and lived with you for years, you cannot tell me she deserves to be beaten every time she is here. I lived with her for a while at her apartment in Hollywood and have seen the condition you leave her in to travel back there. The bruises on her make me want to cry sometimes, yet she puts a brave face on for me and makes excuses for you.”

There was something about her statement that made me pause and think. I couldn’t help but parallel some of what she had said to what Frankie had seen on Shannon that sent her on her own path.

“You are two parts of a coin Jack, I’ve watched you from the moment my sister sat us down and told us what she wanted out of life and that was you and your late wife. To my family and I’m sure to others out there you show the face of a caring and gentle man. But behind closed doors you’re nothing but a bully and a woman beater who takes pleasure in leaving those stupid enough to be with you black and blue.”

The purse that had never been further than arms reach in all the time Niamh had been here, now appeared on her lap, her hand went inside and quickly came out again holding a gun.

“I’m not a poor defenseless woman Jack. I even have a license to carry this. Do you want to try and beat me to a pulp too?”

The voice that came next echoed through the cabin walls.

“Niamh, you get your sorry ass over to this clinic this instant or so help me I’m pulling tubes out and coming over there myself.”

Niamh’s head spun looking for the source, there was no one source. As soon as I had got back, I phoned Red and un-coded the cabin security system so she could watch and listen to everything that was going on through her laptop. The girls came out and smiled at the voice echoing through the cabin and out into the valley, we heard a chuckle through the speakers.

“Sisters get your damn clothes off this is our home and getting naked for our man in our valley is what we do.”

The smiles grew on both girls as they looked towards me, I nodded and both hit the thousand-watt smile once again as their clothes hit the cabin floor before going back to finish dinner. Red’s attention once again turned back to her own sister.

“Why are you still sitting there, put the damn gun away before you blow your foot off, we have some real talking to do. Something we perhaps should have done some time ago. Jack can you make the necessary arrangements please?”

We both heard the click over the speakers. Niamh was crimson with anger and embarrassment of the emotions fighting within her. At least she had the foresight to put the safety back on the gun before it went back into her purse. That old saying of ‘if looks could kill’ reigned supreme at that moment. My face remained neutral because I simply didn’t care. I did warn Niamh that her sister would know of this visit by morning. She didn’t seem to take any notice when I said it.

All three of us watched her leave and all three of us felt sorry for her.


The news from the clinic was that Niamh stayed for three days with Red in her room. The people there kindly wheeled another bed in for her, we all stayed away. Samantha left to return to Salt Lake City to be with her folks for a few days before Mitch would no doubt find a fire for her to put out. Frankie and I went back to work, and as the go-to girl took care of the office, I went and annoyed Marlon. We all knew Rebecca Montrose would be coming shortly for her usual update on the projects we had in partnership with each other. Frankie had already booked her hotel and checked with the airport, her plane would be landing in two hours.

I sent Frankie to meet her. Most of the time, she came straight to the office but Frankie phoned from the airport to tell me they had to go via the Mall first and would be an hour. I think she heard me laugh as I put the phone down. Honestly, the words Shopping Mall and only an hour in the same sentence from a woman never did fit well together.

That hour turned into two. It seems the airlines had lost her luggage, well actually, the tale I got from them both was that they didn’t actually lose it; after all, they knew exactly where it was, just not with Rebecca, more likely on the way to Dallas. The airline promised faithfully she would get it back on the first available flight, just not today.

We broke for lunch before we even got started. Rebecca brought us up to date on what was going on and we did the same. Mrs. Gillins met us as we came back and Rebecca handed her a letter from her Father. That’s the first time I had seen her blush and make a quick exit. In the back of my mind, I was wondering if I might be losing the best head of personnel and friend I ever had, sometime soon.

Marlon joined us in the conference room and Rebecca took copious notes of everything even though she knew she would have reports from the research department in the morning. The phone in the conference room rang and since I was the closest, I answered it. Security had Niamh O’Connell down stairs and although she didn’t have an appointment, she had said that it was urgent.

Excusing myself and heading for my office, Niamh got there seconds after I did. She sure looked like she had taken one heck of a verbal beating from her sister. I pulled a chair over and joined her. Sitting across a desk from her just didn’t seem right to me. By the time Rebecca and Frankie got back, I was holding onto a crying Niamh, good manners said I had to introduce her to Rebecca.

“The name O’Connell rings a bell, and sorry, but why do you look familiar to me since I know we haven’t met before?”

I looked at Frankie who seemed to be waiting for me to do that, she shook her head, ever so slightly and unless I was looking for something from her, I wouldn’t have even noticed it myself.

Niamh mentioned that Rebecca had probably seen pictures of her sister. It wasn’t until she mentioned her sister by name that the lights seem to go on in Rebecca’s head. Frankie and I were reduced to bystanders after that, as both talked about the accident at the studio and how her sister was recovering in a clinic close by. We both watched open mouthed as Rebecca continued talking and held out her hand. Niamh held it before both walked out of my office and minutes later, out of the building. It was a few minutes later before either of us said a word.

My name is Rebecca Davis, formerly known as Tabitha.

My first job after graduating high school was delivering part time for Pizza Hut. Mom wanted me to go to college, of course, but I wasn’t certain I really wanted to. I know people who had gone thousands in debt to go to college and had to take second jobs to help pay it off because they couldn’t get jobs in the fields they went to college for.

Both men and women have told me I’m beautiful and that I should maybe look into modeling. I don’t have any interest in it whatsoever. I don’t think I’m unattractive, mind you, but I’ve never considered myself model material. I’m 5’4″ and 110 pounds with blonde hair and gray eyes, and C-cup breasts. I guess my ass and my legs are nice. I’ve seen hundreds of models and they’re stunning. I just never thought of myself as anything but an average girl.

That still didn’t stop people from hitting on me. A few women have even done it, too. I’ve been with a few girls and had fun, so it really didn’t bother me. I’m not totally straight, but I just prefer guys. Girls are only a nice change of pace.

For the most part, I let it the innuendo slide. Most of them were generally harmless. However, there was one customer who almost made me kick him in the balls. He went beyond cute innuendo and into sexual harassment.

I was on what we call a “two bagger.” That is, one run, but two separate delivery orders. The first delivery was to a dumpy ranch-style house near the city limits. I’d never been there before. There was a nearly new high-riser Ford in the unpaved driveway and the lawn was in shitty shape. And there was a smell coming from inside that almost made me heave. The guy who placed the order was a tall, really skinny, crew-cutted guy in his mid-thirties. He was so ballsy that he blatantly hit on me with his wife and two children looking on. She didn’t say a word. This prick kept saying how pretty I was and he was a real man. He claimed he was a Marine, which I don’t believe for a second.

I finally told this prick that I had less than zero interest in him and that what he was doing was against the law and he should be ashamed of himself when he had a wife and kids. He just shrugged. He said he wasn’t giving me a tip, but would give me five dollars for my phone number. I grabbed the money and left without thanking him. I could hear him chuckling as I walked off. I was pissed at him, but what pissed me off worse was that he had no respect for his wife and kids. I felt awful for them because they were stuck with a sorry asshole. I was so upset over it that I pulled into a do-it-yourself car wash and broke down. I thought about calling the police and having Crew Cut arrested for sexual harassment. After about five minutes, I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself. Using Kleenex and a bottle of water, I cleaned up the tear streaks on my face as best I could and took the second delivery to an apartment complex next door to the car wash. I put on my best fake smile and tried to act normally and apologized for the delay to the guy who answered the door. The ticket said his first name was Dave.

“Are you alright?” Dave asked in a concerned tone. “You look like you’ve been crying. What’s wrong?”

“Huh? Oh? Someone ran a stop sign and nearly hit me,” I lied. “Just shook me up a little you know? I’m fine though, thank you.”

And I smiled again. But it was genuine.

“Well… okay, Rebecca,” he said nodding.

“How’d you know my name?” I asked.

“Your nametag,” he replied pointing to it.

Duh! I winced and blushed. I was thinking Dave wasn’t buying my lie. He paid for his $13.50 order with a twenty and told me the rest was mine and asked if I was really okay. I said yes and thanked him and left.

I hoped that Dave didn’t think my behavior was a ploy to gain sympathy and felt a little guilty about lying to him. He actually called my store and expressed his concern to the manager, who took me aside when I got back. I broke down again. I told him about what happened at Crew Cut’s house. He gave me a few minutes to compose myself and said it was cool and that they wouldn’t accept delivery orders from him again.

The next day, my day off, I went to Dave’s house to thank him for his kindness and concern. He looked a little surprised to see me and invited me in.

“Don’t worry about it, Rebecca. I was just concerned,” he said. “Your manager told me what really happened. I hope you didn’t get in hot water because that wasn’t my intention.”

“Nah,” I said. “I was just so angry. The guy’s on the ban list now. I’m thinking about calling CPS.”

“You should,” said Dave. “For the wife and kids’ sake.”

I did actually. I don’t know what happened, but within a couple of weeks, the house had a for sale sign on the lawn and the truck was gone. I never saw Crew Cut again.

I began choking up.

“Hey, Rebecca, you’re too beautiful to cry,” Dave said.

Then he began stuttering trying to explain what he meant and that it was not a come-on. It was actually hilarious and charming at the same time. I went from tears to laughing. Dave sounded like a genuinely decent guy and I told him I was flattered.

“I really appreciate the concern, Mr…”

“Dave,” he corrected me.

“Uh, okay… Dave,” I said. “It’s cool. You’re really sweet to be concerned and I just basically wanted to let you know I really appreciate the kindness and the concern and stuff and say thank you. That’s all.” 

”Ah, you’re welcome,” he replied.

I kissed him on the cheek, which stunned him. I was about to leave, but then I stopped.

“Hey! Want to get a milkshake?” I asked.

Dave blinked in surprise.

“I’m under drinking age,” I explained.

Why I asked him out I don’t know. Dave was at probably twice my age. Then I realized I might have just asked a married man out on a date.

“Oooh… I hope you’re not married,” I said sheepishly.

“No, no… Single,” he replied.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thanks for the offer. It sounds great,” he said.

“Well, let’s go then. I’ll drive,” I said.

Did he think he I might repay his niceness by having sex with him? Did I think I would have sex with him? Did I want to? I don’t know. Dave wasn’t bad looking by any stretch. But I wasn’t in the habit of having sex with strange men or going all the way with a guy after a date or two. I love sex, don’t get me wrong, but I just think it’s more enjoyable with someone you know. I remember fucking one guy I met at an amusement park. I thought he was hot looking and he kept complimenting me, but he wasn’t crude about it. He had a nice-sized dick and was alright in bed, but the night was pretty forgettable because there was no spark. I don’t regret doing it, but the intimacy was just not there. I know a couple of girls who can get off fucking practically anybody, but I need the intimacy.

In truth, I was a good girl growing up.

I was raised single-handedly by my mother. My dad died about two months after I was born. A drunk driver slammed into him on the highway and forced him up a hill into a cement support for the east/west highway. He was killed instantly. The drunk died en route to the hospital according to the police and coroner reports. His BAC was over three times the legal limit and he’d had two prior DUI convictions. He left behind a wife and an eleven-year-old daughter.

Mom and my maternal grandma did a great job of raising me. I stayed with Granny while mom was working. Growing up, I can’t remember her not having two jobs. We weren’t wealthy, but we were happy. Mom occasionally dated, but nothing came of them.

I listened to mom and Granny about boys and sex and promised them I’d stay a virgin until I was an adult, and when I did become sexually active, I promised I would always use birth control or at least make the guy wear a condom every time.

Their concern was understandable. Granny got pregnant with my mom at fifteen by a neighborhood boy and regretted not waiting until she was old enough to support a child. She dropped out of school to raise her and was married three times. The first two were assholes. The first guy cheated constantly on her and the second guy was abusive.

Mom gave birth to me at seventeen; my dad was in his late twenties. They didn’t exactly have a happy marriage, but from what I was told, he was thrilled that he was going to be a father and they said they wanted to stay together for me.

Mom and Granny preached to me to not make the mistakes they did. The nuns and the priests at the parochial school I attended tried to guilt trip students into staying celibate until they were married. We weren’t Catholic; mom just didn’t trust public schools. She told me that Catholic schools may have had a reputation of providing a good education, but their views on sex were bullshit because priests and nuns vowed never to have it.

“Rebecca: Don’t listen to people talk about things they have no clue about,” she told me. “When it comes to history or math, yeah, listen to the sisters. But when it comes to sex, they’re clueless. You listen to me about that stuff, alright?”

Oh, but then number eighteen rolled around. I let Todd, the boy I was dating, go all the way. He wasn’t a virgin, but he’d had little experience.

I wasn’t on the pill, but I made him wear a condom. He didn’t want to, but I told him I wasn’t putting out unless he did. He didn’t have any money, so we went to the convenience store. I’d never bought condoms in my life and I was paranoid someone would recognize me and tell mom or Granny I was in there buying condoms. I gave him the money and stayed in the car. It hurt a little when he stuck it in me, but he was on the small side, so it wasn’t too bad. It was easier and less painful than I thought it would be. I didn’t even bleed. I came, but it was more from rubbing my clit while he was awkwardly pounding me doggie style than his dick. He thought he was the king of the world, but I only let him think that. We broke up a little later.

The second guy I fucked was another guy I went to school with named Paul. He was a very nice guy, but he wasn’t the most athletic or the most handsome. I’d heard rumors that the guy was hung like Ron Jeremy and was curious. We saw each other at the convenience store one day and I remembered the rumors. So I dropped a hint about a movie I wanted to see that coming out that weekend and he took it and asked me out. I told him I’d love to, but I didn’t have the money. He said he’d pay for everything. I accepted. But I also wanted to satisfy my curiosity and I needed a good fuck anyway.

Well, the rumors were sort of true. Paul wasn’t as big as Ron Jeremy, but his dick was still pretty damn big. He was a gentle lover though. I actually fucked him a few times. However, we had to break up because he’d enlisted in the Navy. We had one last fuck the night before he reported for basic training.

Don’t get the wrong idea about me. I wasn’t promiscuous and I didn’t flaunt myself. I admit being a little slutty on occasion is a bit of a turn-on for me, but I save that for the bedroom. Still, I prided myself on becoming good at giving head. I got that from pornos. Or maybe I’m just a natural at sucking dick. Learning to deep throat was a bit tough, but I think I got pretty good at in a fairly short amount of time. Sexually speaking, outside of having a hard dick pounding my pussy doggie style, my favorite thing is blowing a guy and seeing the look on his face when he’s about to shoot a load in my mouth. I used to think swallowing a guy’s cum was disgusting, but I found out that I actually liked the taste of it when a guy I was fucking one night held my head down while he came in my mouth and forced me to swallow.

However, I didn’t want to get into a long-term relationship because I craved my independence. I’m not a love ‘em and leave ‘em type, but I guess I get bored with a guy after a couple of months. I know I was just a booty call for some guys I knew from my school days. That was okay with me. I only wanted the sex and no strings attached for either of us.

One night, I even let a guy fuck me in the ass. I like it now, but I never let really big guys do it, and I don’t do it all the time, and I don’t let every guy I fuck do it.

I even took money for sex for a time. Yeah. I was a hooker. It wasn’t for long, but I did it and I don’t regret it.

I began doing it about a year or so before I met Dave.

I guess you can tell by now that I love to fuck. But I never considered doing it for money until I had money problems. It began when I came down with bronchitis. I went to the emergency room terrified that I’d caught an incurable disease. I was relieved when I was told I only had bronchitis. The meds the doctor prescribed cleared it up. Insurance paid for a lot of it, but I still had a $420 hospital bill to pay. And on top of that, 
I had a $350 car insurance payment. The car was a graduation gift from mom and Granny, so I didn’t owe on it, thank God. But if I didn’t pay my insurance bill on time, I couldn’t deliver and if I couldn’t deliver, I couldn’t pay any of my bills. Oh, I could’ve borrowed the money, but I still would’ve had to pay it back later.

I thought working extra hours would be enough. Fridays are our busiest day, I asked to work a full-day Friday shift. Fourteen hours. But tips were lousy. I thought I should’ve made at least $200, but I only brought in a little less than half of that.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. The idea hit me during work the next day.

I knew Brandon from school. He was from a very well-off Catholic family. He’d hit on me a bunch of times in school and he had a rep as a ladies man. A real love ‘em and leave ‘em type. I damn sure wasn’t interested in being one of his conquests because the guy could be so damn annoying.

Brandon lived with his parents in a gated community north of town and had a fully paid-for BMW. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. I drove a used Hyundai though. I’d seen Brandon around town on occasion driving some girl or one of his buddies around. I’m guessing it was a graduation gift from his parents. His dad was in the investment business and his mother, ironically, was an attorney who specialized in defending white collar criminals.

I hated to do it, but I needed money. So, I swallowed my pride. Although I’d never been to his home, I knew Brandon had ordered from us before, and that’s how I got his number.

The next day, my day off, I decided to call him. But I very well couldn’t call him from home with my mom in the next room. So, under the pretext of wanting a Diet Pepsi, I told her I was going to the store. But instead, I pulled into the car wash, pulled out my mobile phone, and punched in Brandon’s number. He seemed surprised I was calling him. After some chitchat, I put my plan into action.

“Brandon, remember how you used to hit on me all the time?” I asked. “And I know damn well you were staring at my ass.”

He stammered and tried to explain, but I stopped him.

“Don’t worry about it, Brandon. I’m flattered you admire my body. But for now, babe, all I want you to do is listen.”

I took a deep breath and continued:

“I know you’ve had a thing for me for a long time. Well, big boy, I have a little proposition for you. See, I have needs, and right now I need you. You like my breasts? You like my curvy ass? I’m betting you fantasized about me completely naked while you jerked off, huh? Or maybe it was about me having sex with you? It’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re human and you’re a guy. Well, Brandon, you won’t have to fantasize anymore. But I’m a lady who likes being appreciated. And when I’m appreciated, I’m appreciative in return. Verrrry appreciative. So, let’s say for…”

I did a quick mental calculation. I thought that if I was going to whore myself out, I might as well make it worthwhile. But I wanted to be realistic. Unlike his parents, I wasn’t going to be greedy. All I wanted was a little slice of the pie to help me get caught up financially.

I went on:

“Hmmm… five-hundred, I’ll give you a couple of hours you’ll never ever forget. You’ll have this curvy little body of mine and all my talents all to yourself, Brandon. And I’m sure you’ll find me a very talented woman.”

He gulped loudly. And much to my surprise, I was getting a little turned on talking to him the way I was. I felt my pussy getting wet.

“O-okay, Rebecca!” he said nervously. “My mom and dad are in Chicago at some conference or something. They’ll be gone the whole weekend.”

I swear I could almost hear his erection.

“Oh, good! No one to interrupt us!” I gushed. “That’s so perfect. Oh, and Brandon? Wait for me. I want it all for myself.

“Every last drop.”

“W-when?” he asked, breathing hard.

“Oh… soon. I have to prepare myself,” I replied. “Say eight? Oh, I know the wait will be hard, hun. But it will be worth it. I promise you that. Now, Brandon? All this needs to be our little secret understand?”

“Y-y-yeah. Sure, Rebecca,” he replied.

“Oh, wonderful! I’ll see you soon, sweetheart,” I said. “Just take a shower and try to calm down.”

“O-okay,” he said. “Oh, crap! I forgot about the gate! I gotta buzz you in. The gate code is 4-5-1-1 and I live at 6780 St. Andrews Court.”

I remembered that all the streets in the community he lived in were named for famous golf courses. So, of course, it made perfect sense that he lived on one named after the world’s most famous one.

“4-5-1-1. 6780 St. Andrews Court. Got it. I’ll be there soon, Brandon,” I said as seductively as I could.

“Can’t wait, baby!” exclaimed Brandon a bit shakily.

I pushed the END key and hung my head and groaned and wondered what the fuck I’d just gotten myself into. But then reality set in: being broke and in debt sucked. I drove home quickly and made an excuse to my mom that I was just there to take a quick shower and pick up my bikini because I was going swimming with some friends who invited me.

“What? In the middle of winter?” she asked puzzled.

“The Y, mom?” I replied impatiently. “Indoor pool?”

“Oh…” was all she said nodding her head.

I quickly showered and blowdried my hair. Then I ran to my bedroom and opened my closet and pulled out a duffle I’d last used at summer camp a long time ago. I picked out the tightest and most revealing clothing I had: a miniskirt, a pair of red thong panties, and a tiny red top and tossed them in the duffle. The top was actually a little snug on me now and I didn’t wear it in public anymore because of the way it made my tits look. But for what I was doing, it was perfect. I also picked out my black high heeled shoes and tossed them in the duffle, too. I preferred sneakers, but they wouldn’t have worked with the rest of the outfit. I suddenly remembered that I’d forgotten to ask if Brandon had condoms. But I had half a box stashed away. I tossed them in, too. And I grabbed a bikini, but I didn’t put it in the duffle. I zipped it up and opened a window and threw it out. It landed in the snow with a crunchy thud. Then I pulled on my coat and ran to the door.

“Bye, mom! See you in a few hours!” I yelled as I ran past her carrying the bikini.

“Have fun, Rebecca! Be careful!” she yelled smiling.

“I will!” I replied.

I went to the side of the house and picked up the duffle and went to my car and sped the six or so miles to Brandon’s neighborhood. I pulled off into a secluded spot in a new subdivision that was being built nearby and hopped in the back and quickly began changing. I hoped like hell the police didn’t drive by. Believe me, changing in a Hyundai hatchback isn’t easy, and I would’ve had a hell of a time explaining myself to a cop. But I managed it, and no cop ever showed. I decided not to wear my bra. A little makeup and a little perfume and a little teasing of my straight hair completed my transformation.

Just a somewhat short true story this time.

Everybody is aged eighteen or over. Names have been changed.


It was about 8:30 pm on an unseasonably warm fall Monday. I was stopped at a traffic light. Traffic was virtually non-existent as I drove through a rundown part of the city dominated by vacant lots and buildings. As I looked at the weeds growing through cracks in the pavement and the dirty buildings with the faint outlines of signage, I recalled a recent story in the local fishwrap about the city council discussing the revitalization of the area.

Then I heard someone lock up their brakes. I looked in my rearview mirror and saw the headlights behind me.

“Oh, shit!” I yelled and involuntarily braced myself.

The impact wasn’t as violent as I thought it would be. It still forced my beater 1992 Escort ahead a few feet.

“Aw, dammit!” I swore. “You gotta be kidding me!”

I looked behind me through the rear glass, but I couldn’t see the driver.

“Probably on their fucking cell phone,” I said out loud

I reached out the window and motioned for them to pull into the parking lot of a long-closed Target store to my left. My car seemed to drive fine. I stopped, shut the engine off, and unbuckled my seatbelt. I was more annoyed than angry. I wasn’t worried about the car. It was a piece of junk with over 150,000 miles on it. It was my pizza delivery car, and it had only cost me $900. It had long since paid for itself.

Still, I was ready to unload on the driver for their lousy driving. My car had a big dent in the bumper, but otherwise, it appeared okay.

The driver shakily got out of her car. It was a girl. She looked to be in her late teens or early twenties and stood about 5’6″. She was wearing a black Linkin Park tee and leggings which showcased her magnificent figure. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she ran to me.

In the dim light, her face became visible.

My jaw dropped. And suddenly, the accident was all but forgotten.

“Ohmigod, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Are you alright?” the girl tearfully asked me. The tears made what little makeup she was wearing run.

“Uh, yeah,” I said. “I’m fine. You okay?”

“Yeah. Dammit! I just took my eye off the road for a second to answer my phone,” the girl hysterically explained. “My sister called. She’s been sick with pneumonia, and she asked me to pick a few things up at the store for her. Oh, please don’t call the police!”

I held up my hands to get her to stop.

“Listen, uh…?” I said.

“Chrissy,” she sniffed. “Chrissy Johnston.”

“Okay, Chrissy,” I continued. “My name’s George. I’m fine. I’m not upset. Really. The car’s a clunker. Forget it. Your car okay?”

We peered at the front of her faded red Honda Civic. It had a scuff mark on the front bumper.

“Yeah, it’s alright, I guess” Chrissy nodded, angrily wiping away tears with her hands. She was shaking.

“Dammit!” she yelled. She slammed a tiny fist on her fender in exasperation.

“Just take a deep breath and calm down, huh, Chrissy.” I said, putting a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. “It’s no biggie. Just pay attention from now on?”

Chrissy nodded. After a few minutes, she had calmed down and had stopped crying. She was even smiling. She gave me her phone number and her insurance information and I gave her mine. She thanked me and hugged me and apologized again before she left. I watched her beautiful ass as she walked slowly to her car.

I got back in my car and sighed. I hoped like hell I’d run into Chrissy Johnston again, but just under better circumstances.

Wishful thinking, George. She’s too young, I told myself. She was probably half my age. I decided that if I wasn’t in serious pain the next day, I’d cut Chrissy a break and not call her insurance company. Ultimately, neither I nor the car suffered any ill effects.

Several days later, I was working my shift at Domino’s. It hadn’t been a good one at all, even for a Tuesday, which tended to be a slow day to begin with. We finally got a delivery order. A medium thin crust with extra cheese and a two-liter bottle of Diet Coke. I made the pizza quickly. I looked on the checkout screen and I couldn’t recall ever having been to the house before. The store manager, Herb, told me it would be my last delivery of the night. The pizza was out of the oven in less than ten minutes, and the drive to the address on the ticket didn’t take much longer. When I got to the door, I knocked and put on my “you’re-my-most-favorite-customer-in-the-whole-wide-world” smile as the door opened. To my surprise, it was Chrissy! She was dressed in a purple tank top and skinny jeans.

“Oh, hey, Chrissy!” I said cheerfully. “You doing alright?”

Chrissy looked at me puzzled. I pulled off my cap and her eyes went wide.

“Ohmigod! Sorry, George,” she exclaimed with a toothy smile. “I didn’t recognize you. You alright?”

“Well, I’m better now,” I said as I looked her up and down again. I winced at the cheesiness of the line. But Chrissy just giggled.

“Sorry,” I apologized. “Couldn’t help it. You’re beautiful. Yeah, I’m fine. Honestly. How about you?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Just mad at myself. Thanks again for not calling the police. Uh, what’s the cost again?”

“$9.99,” I replied. Chrissy handed me $13 and told me the rest was mine. I handed her the two-liter and pulled the pizza out of the bag and gave it to her.

“Uh, listen…” Chrissy said as I was about to leave. “You really saved my ass by not calling the police. I’ve already got four points on my license. Hey, if you’re not busy after you get off work, maybe we could hook up? I figure I owe you.”

A split-second later, she sasped and covered her mouth.

“Ohmigod! I hope you’re not married,” she said blushing slightly.

“Nope. Single,” I shook my head. “This is actually my last delivery of the night. I’ve got a bit of cleanup to do at the store. I guess I can be back here in oh… maybe an hour or so?”

“Great!” exclaimed Chrissy. “Let’s go out for a beer then. I’m buying.”

“You’re old enough for that?” I asked skeptically.

“Yeah, silly! I turned twenty-one last month,” Chrissy explained.

“Oh,” I nodded.

I thought it was too bad Chrissy had ordered a pizza. I would’ve preferred to take her out to dinner because I don’t drink often. I really don’t care for the taste of alcohol, and I don’t have much of a tolerance for it either. But to be seen with this bombshell, I could tolerate one beer.

“Sounds great,” I said. “Thank you.”

“Great!” smiled Chrissy. “See you in a bit then.”

I hurried back to the store and checked out and did my end-of-shift work. I rushed a little, and Herb asked if I was in a hurry to get somewhere.

“Yup. Got a date,” I replied as I swept the lobby. I told him about the traffic accident and that I’d just delivered to the girl who’d hit me.

Herb snickered. “She hot?”

“God, yes!” I said, and gave him a description of Chrissy.

“Bastard!” Herb joshed. “Why can’t that shit ever happen to me?”

“What? You really want another ex?” I needled him back. Herb had been divorced three times. Wives #1 (Andrea) and #3 (Nancy) had had cheated on him. Wife #2, Paula, complained constantly. Ned had cheated on her with Nancy. He was also notorious for making passes at women, which led to his nickname, “Horny Herb.”

Horny Herb rolled his eyes. He loved women, but he had absolutely no luck in marriage.

“Oh, come on, George! I’m not saying I’d fall in love with her and marry her,” he insisted. “I’d just want a piece is all.”

“Yeah,” I said. “You said the same thing about Paula. Remember? Then you two got married. And you said the same thing about Nancy, too.”

Herb didn’t know that I’d fucked Andrea a few times toward the end of their marriage while they were separated. She stayed at her mother’s place. It was all about the sex, even though Andrea intimated a couple of time about continuing our relationship if she and Herb ever got divorced. She was pretty enough, but I told her I didn’t know if it would work personality-wise. I wouldn’t have touched Paula with a ten-foot pole. Nancy was a pretty BBW-type, but she didn’t like me very much.

“Yeah, but…” he began. And he threw his hands up in exasperation with a “bah!”

There was bad news, however. It was an unseasonably warm fall night, and I’d worked up a healthy sweat taking out trash and sweeping the floor. To make matters worse, I lived about eight miles in the opposite direction. But I remembered that I had a tee and a pair of jeans and socks in my car. My cousin, Matt, was supposed to be in town the week before, and we were going out after I got off work one night. However, his daughter got ill and he couldn’t come. I kept forgetting about the clothes.

I made the return drive to Chrissy’s home. I tried to fix the hat hair as best as I could and walked to her door and knocked. Chrissy opened it a few seconds later and invited me in.

“Him Chrissy. I forgot to ask how your sister was,” I said.

“Oh, Diane’s alright, thanks,” Chrissy replied. “She’s probably going to return to work next week.”

“Good,” I said. “Listen, Chrissy. Would it be okay if I took a shower first? I’m sweating like crazy and I live way out in Tipton.”

“Oh, sure! No problem at all,” Chrissy said.

I retrieved the clean clothes from my car and returned to the house. Chrissy led me to the bathroom.

“The washcloths and clean towels are in the cabinet,” she told me.

“Thanks,” I replied. “I won’t be long.”

I started the shower and stripped down. Once the water got warm, I stepped under the shower head and lathered up. I was getting hard thinking about Chrissy and hoping a beer wasn’t the end of the evening. I rinsed off, then began washing my hair. I was so lost in thought that I didn’t hear the bathroom door open. I was in the middle of rinsing the shampoo out when the sliding glass shower door opened, startling me.

“Holy…!” I said with shampoo running down my face. There was Chrissy naked as the day she was born! God, her body was hotter than I imagined! My cock went to full erection. Chrissy looked down and only smiled as she stepped in and hugged and kissed me. Her firm breasts pressed against my chest and my raging hard-on rubbed against her tummy. Chrissy was firm, but not muscular. There was just enough cushion to make her curvy body feel pleasantly smooth in my hands.

“You know, George?” she asked. “I’m not in the mood to go out. My roomie’s gone for the night. Besides, it’s been over a week and I’m hornier than hell. So let’s just stay in, huh?”

I was a little concerned that this blonde beauty who was rubbing herself all over me was old enough to be my daughter. But Chrissy hadn’t even asked me how old I was, and if she didn’t have a problem, I sure as hell didn’t.

“Sounds great, ” I said as I kneaded her beautiful ass, making her sigh. “I’m a lover, not a drinker anyway.”

Chrissy snickered. I was finished in a couple of minutes. We got out of the shower stall and toweled off and went to her bedroom. Chrissy immediately dropped to her knees and took my hard cock in her mouth and proceeded to drive me wild. Her mouth should’ve been registered as a dangerous weapon. She spit on it and took it all the way down.

“Ohhh, fuck!” I groaned as Chrissy blew me like a seasoned porn star. “Oh, damn, Chrissy!”

I had to stop her after a few minutes.

“Damn, girl!” I exclaimed exhaling.

“Giving head is sorta my specialty,” Chrissy confessed.

I believed her. It was the best blowjob I’d ever gotten. I helped Chrissy to her feet and took her to the bed. Her completely shaved pussy with still damp, and her lips were invitingly puffy.

Chrissy didn’t know I love eating pussy. I dove in, licking her hard clit and fingering her. God, she smelled and tasted amazing. As I ate her out, Chrissy moaned and panted. Her hips rose and she ground herself into my face. She was super tight and as hot as a blast furnace inside. I brought her to a screaming, shuddering orgasm.

“Ohhh, fuuuuck!” she yelled as she came.

A few seconds later, Chrissy exhaled and smiled. “Fucking incredible!

“Now fuck me!” she commanded.

“Not yet,” I said, as I began working her pussy again. Chrissy panted and convulsed and, at the moment she was about to cum again, I buried my cock in her pussy and began pounding it.

“Oh fuck! Fuuuuuck!” Chrissy screamed. Seconds later, she came again.

I fucked her doggy style next, and then she rode me. Hard! I felt myself on the verge of cumming. I lamented not having worn a condom, and I didn’t know whether or not she was on the pill.

“Where?” I asked in a shuddering voice.

Without a word, Chrissy got off me and turned around and deep throated me to orgasm. With a loud groan, I came and shot a huge load down her beautifully filthy throat. She took it all.

About a half hour or so later, we started to fuck again. But before we did, Chrissy brought out a bottle of K-Y.

She got on all fours and I went into her pussy again pumped her hard. I massaged the outside of her asshole with my thumb, causing her to sigh. I grabbed the lube and drizzled some on the crack of her beautiful ass. It dripped down to her back door and I massaged it into her. One finger, then two. She gasped and moaned in pleasure. I pulled out of her pussy, rubbed the head of my cock against her to get it slick, and pushed it in. I could see her face in a mirror. When I entered her, she gasped and whimpered. Her face became a mask of pain and pleasure as I slid deeper and deeper into her bowels. She rubbed her clit furiously.

“Ohhhh! Oh, yeah! Ohhhh, God, fuck that ass, George!” Chrissy whimpered through gritted teeth. “Fuck it!”

I did. She was getting off. At one point, she pulled away from me and told me to lie down and she mounted my hard cock reverse cowgirl. She growled as she slid down on me and began riding me hard. I was on the verge of cumming in about five minutes. I pulled my cock out. She flipped over and I jacked it and came all over her chest as she rubbed her clit and orgasmed again.

“Oh, yeah,” she smiled as she exhaled. “Ohhhh, Goddamn!”

I was tired and sweating profusely, but happy. Chrissy sat up and kissed me.

“We got time for a third one?” I asked, hoping I could muster it.

“Yeah,” laughed Chrissy in confusion. “Marie won’t be home until around 6:30.”

“Oh, okay,” I replied. “Uh, Chissy? Are you guys…?”

“Mmm-hmm…” nodded Chrissy, knowing what I was getting at.

“You know? I was actually straight when I met her a year ago. I noticed that she hardly hung out with guys, but I never knew she liked girls until I asked her about it. We made out. It was great! I like it, but I prefer men.”

While we rested, we talked about our lives and our jobs. Chrissy was a very intelligent, very down to earth young lady. I don’t know if it was love at first sight, but I certainly liked her. We fucked again, and she took the last load of the night down her throat. We showered together again and traded phone numbers. I left about 4:00 am. I was tired, sore, and fucked out, but very happy.

Over the next couple of months, Chrissy and I hooked up at least once a week. I met Marie, too. I thought she was a nice girl. With Chrissy’s knowledge, we had sex once, which was great even though Marie seemed to lack enthusiasm. We even had a threesome once, but Marie was more interested in Chrissy, who was more interested in me.

Although Chrissy and I liked each other a lot, romantically, I didn’t feel a romantic connection. I wasn’t sure how to break it to her. It only got worse once my future wife, Tina, and I began getting serious about our relationship. I knew I had to break it off with Chrissy, and I sat her down one night and told her. I expected Chrissy to be a little angry, but she wasn’t.

“I didn’t see this going long-term either,” she confessed. “You’re a great guy and I love the sex, but…”

She shook her head sadly and shrugged.

“I hope you don’t think I was using you just for the sex, Chrissy,” I said. I genuinely thought of her as a friend, and she remains one to this day.

“Oh, no!” she insisted, waving off my concerns. “Not at all! I loved it. I’m just glad we can still be friends. It sounds like you and Tina connected. I really, seriously hope it lasts.”

“I hope so, too,” I replied. “My track record with relationships with women is…”

I made a disgusted face and shrugged my shoulders.

“I think it might go somewhere,” I said. “We’re twenty years apart in age, but she… God, Chrissy, it’s so hard to explain. It really feels… Well, it feels great.”

Chrissy smiled.

“I’m happy for you,” she said. “I’d like to meet her, but if it’ll cause complications, then maybe it’s better if we don’t.”

Chrissy and I didn’t have sex that night. We only talked for a while and she kissed me on the cheek when I left her home.

Mine and Tina’s relationship did last obviously. Chrissy and Tina met each other once, and they seemed to get along. Of course, I didn’t mention to Tina that Chrissy and I used to be lovers, and Tina’s never brought it up. We invited Chrissy to our wedding. She couldn’t make it though. We went to her wedding about six months later. She married a great guy named Eugene, and they’re as in love as Tina and I. They moved to Columbus soon afterward. Chrissy had a baby girl about a year ago, and in her most recent email, she said they’re doing very well.

Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I’d love to hear some feedback as per usual. please feel free to leave me a comment in the COMMENT Box at the end of the page. You see those big empty stars too? Maybe bump those up to five full ones? We wouldn’t want them to be empty now would we? All alone like that? You’re not a monster are you?

This author would like to thank: Thee_Disciple, MaitreNuit and John Shepard for being able to proof read my crap.

Author’s Note: You’ll probably want to read the story ‘A Night of firsts’ as this is pretty much the second part to it. Hope you like it!


Celebrity: Yvonne Strahovski, Sarah Lancaster

Codes: MF, Cons, Oral, Anal, Facial, Spank

Yvonne and Harry shared another kiss on her large bed. Their hands roamed over each other’s bodies, before they broke it off again. Desire and passion was in both of their eyes as they rested their foreheads against each other’s.

“We need some breakfast.” Yvonne said with a smile. Harry nodded and stifled a yawn; he sat up in the bed and tried to find something to wear. He looked over at Yvonne and saw her slip into a bathrobe.

“Boo!” He playfully taunted her; she smiled and saw something he didn’t. Darting down in front of him, she grabbed his clothes and ran out of the bedroom.

“Oh you little!” He cursed playfully, hopping out of bed on the double, he followed her down the staircase and into the front room of her house. She had her hands empty and was grinning wickedly.

“Where are they?” He asked, watching her move around the coffee table.

“Not telling!” She said with a grin. She feigned going to the left but went to the right and ran around him as he lunged for where she had been heading. He saw her dart into the kitchen and grab something that looked quite dark, almost like his pants.

Following her in, he caught her dump everything into the washer and turn it on. Sighing heavily, he watched her dance around on the spot.

“Pleased with yourself?” He asked, a smirk on his face.

“Very! Now you have to stay here for at least two hours!”

He sighed theatrically. “Oh well. We’ll have to find something to do!”

She giggled and briefly turned her back on him.

“What do you want for breakfast?” She asked, getting out a stripy bowl for cereal.

“What do you have?”

“… Not much, I’m afraid. Thought I could do pancakes but they’ve all gone… Cereal?” She asked, looking over her shoulder at him.

“Please.” He replied with a smile, a little unsure of how to react now that he was naked.

He pulled away one of the chairs at the table and sat at it. The table was a large wooden construct that seemed to fill most of the side of her kitchen’s wall. As you walked into the kitchen, you had the table on the left hand side pressed up against the wall and there were four chairs that accompanied it. There was a marble counter that ran around the room, starting at the left and finishing next to the alcove where her trashcans lived. Above most of the counter, there were cabinets, presumably where the cutlery lived, there was also a large cut out part of the wall where her refrigerator lived. The room was punctuated by a nice large window that let them see out into the garden.

Harry looked at the table’s decorations and saw there was the typical salt, pepper and sugar shakers but there was also a clear beaker that seemed to contain honey or syrup. Picking it up and inspecting it, he saw that it contained honey.

“So… Silly question but I bet you’ve never done it on a table before?” Yvonne asked, looking over at the handsome young man had spent the night with her.

“Nope, never on a table. Just in one very comfy bed.” He said with a smile.

Taking a bowl of cereal, Yvonne tugged at the fabric keeping her robe closed and revealed her naked body. Harry pushed his chair back a little bit and she straddled him, looking down at his dick she giggled lightly.

“Hold it steady for me.”

He smirked and did that for her. Keeping his hardening member steady, the blonde haired goddess’ eyes closed temporarily as she was filled with his member. Her head fell back and she let out a throaty moan, taking advantage he moved forward and nipped at her elegant neck.

She smiled and her head rolled forward. Bringing the stripy bowl of cereal up to them, she fished out some of the frosted flakes and put them into her waiting mouth. Moving her hips against his, she groaned slightly before fishing out some more flakes and motioning for him to open his mouth.

“I’m a little old to be fed Yvonne.” He said with a smirk.

“Then I guess you won’t want my honey?” She replied, playfully pouting at the handsome young man.

“Oh! I do! I do! It’s just…”

“Open your mouth then.” Yvonne didn’t give him chance to respond as he tried to argue the point.

He happily obliged and she put the silver cutlery into his waiting mouth. His lips closed around it and he tasted the sugary cereal for the first time. Making a face, he watched Yvonne notice it.

“Something wrong?” She asked, looking down at him.

“No, it’s just… I think they need more milk.”

And with that, Harry attached his lips to her right breast. She smiled and pushed her chest out for him to enjoy a little bit more. Her nipples had hardened in the cool air of the kitchen and the attention he was giving them certainly helped.

“I guess I’m the only one who’s hungry?”

Harry took a moment from sucking on her tits to respond.

“Oh, I’m hungry… It’s just I have a taste for something a little more… Sweet.” With that, he groped at the table and found the small clear container that had the honey inside. Flipping the white lid upwards, Harry lifted the container and dripped the sweet, sticky substance all over the chest of the Australian TV and movie star.

She squealed at the contact but wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him close to her. The sticky yellow substance clung to Yvonne’s breasts as Harry happily lapped at it. His lips formed a tight seal around her nipples as he flicked his tongue against the hard nub, flicking it in every direction he could think of.

Yvonne had continued to feed herself as he did this, even taking the time to get some of the honey and smear it on her cereal. She was concentrating finishing the bowl so Harry could fuck her properly. Finishing the breakfast, Yvonne wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him deeper into the creamy valley of her breasts.

Harry was all too pleased to respond in kind, lapping away at wherever his tongue would reach. His hands were resting on the small of her back, but soon traveled down to where her wet pussy was resting on his cock. Using his right hand’s index finger, he started to slowly rub where he assumed the clitoris was. He was familiar with it being ‘front and centre’ and when he found the hood of it he knew he had hit the jackpot.

He started to slowly, almost scientifically rub the area he thought was the clitoris and looked up to see Yvonne’s reaction. She seemed to react favorably when she started to moan at the actions. Feeling more confident, he started to rub a little bit faster, each time learning what triggered a moan from the sultry starlet sitting on his dick. He took her right nipple into his mouth and started to play with it as her soft, gentle hands were placed on his shoulders and she started to ride him again.

Harry groaned at the action as he started to follow her bounces with his lips. He moved his other hand to her free breast and used his fingers and his actual palm to scoop up any of the sweet sticky substance he had left untouched with his previous oral assault.

Yvonne’s body was starting to shine in the early morning light from the sweat their encounter was causing. Her hips were starting to gyrate as she found a sweet spot that his dick could strike. Focusing on that area, she started to increase the rate of her rises and falls making sure to keep it slow and steady. When she felt Harry’s lips detach from her nipples, she looked down to see what was happening.

Harry got what was left of the honey on her left breast and was about to feed it to himself when Yvonne took a hand off of his shoulder and grabbed it. Greedily sucking on the honey coated digit, she gave him a wicked glance as she pretended to give head to his hand. His eye lids grew heavy with pleasure as her increased rate of bouncing was making him sweat a little harder.

Reaching behind her blindly, Yvonne found the bottle of honey Harry had been playing with and lifted it up. She tilted her head back and provided an area for Harry to kiss. Having kissed her a lot last night, and this morning he knew exactly where to go. Starting off just behind her ear and then making his way down, her body shivering as he did so.

Letting rip with one burst of honey, the sexy blonde made sure to catch it all in her mouth. Regretfully pulling Harry away from his worship duties, she then kissed him. His mouth opened to slide his tongue over hers but was surprised by the foreign substance in her mouth. He opened his eyes in surprise but quickly closed them again after he was aware of it being nothing horrible.

Her smaller tongue played with his larger one for a brief moment as they passed the sweet substance around in each others mouths. Satisfied with the action, they broke the kiss and playfully nipped at each others lips as Yvonne started to breathe a little deeper.

Recognizing the signs of an impending orgasm, Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and started to help her rise and fall on his shaft. Lifting her up and slamming her down in an almost equally quick rate of pumping. Her breaths became shallow as she started to pant, her hair became matted to her forehead as she sweat more and more.

“Fuck me! Fuck… Ah… Ah… Oh!” Yvonne squealed aloud as the erotic scene in her kitchen unfolded.

“Fuck… So… So fucking hot…” Harry joined in the cursing as Yvonne leant back on him, making sure to keep at least one hand on the back of his neck for balance.

She had started to finger herself as well, diddling her clit much like Harry had done earlier, only she was a bit more experienced that he was. Finding the right action, Yvonne went to town on herself before her back arched up in reaction to the mini explosion happening inside her perfect body.

“Ahhhh!” She let out a long moan as her body rippled with an orgasm.

Her wet, womanly juices exploded over Harry’s invading shaft as she came on him. Her actions seemed to slow as Harry took over fucking upwards into her waiting cunt. Taking action, he lifted her up off of the chair and onto the table itself. He waited for her to come down off of the orgasm and then withdrew. Yvonne was about to complain but smiled to herself and gripped the other side of it as he rolled her over and fucked her in a standing doggy style position.

Taking hold of her gorgeous hips, Harry started to drive himself into her with a wild abandon. He wasn’t sure how much of his dick she was taking in and frankly, he didn’t really care. All he wanted was to get off and she seemed more than happy to help him with it.

Yvonne’s eyes were screwed shut tight as Harry’s seven inch member probed her insides. She could feel him stretching her out but didn’t care as his dick felt so good scratching her carnal itches. His thrusting was starting to get more and more erratic and he was probably going to cum soon.

“Ha… Ha… Ha… Ha… Harry… Tell… Me… Going… To cum…” She panted out as he wrapped his arms around her waist to take her in a more primal fashion.

Harry grunted his approval as he found himself etching closer and closer to an orgasm. He watched as she started to play with her own tits, squeezing and cupping her gorgeous tear shaped orbs of flesh, neatly tipped off by her rosy pink nipples that had a trace of honey on them.

As his balls slapped against her pussy with each invading thrust, he found himself playing with her ass. Squeezing the flesh, admiring how it had managed to take most of his shaft the night before. Making a rare move, Harry licked the index and middle finger of his right hand and pushed it inside Yvonne’s ass hole.

Her eyes shot open and she cursed aloud as he probed her anally for the second time on the weekend. His pattern changed from just moving around inside it, to actually fucking it with a pumping motion.

“Yeah… Finger my asshole…” Yvonne cursed as he fucked her pussy and fingered her asshole.

“I fucking love it…” Harry admitted as he drove in and out of her.

“Pervert.” She retorted, smirking as he swatted her behind playfully. Slipping his ring finger inside her, he watched her tense up at the action. Pulling his fingers out again, he smacked her on the ass a little harder causing a red mark to appear briefly before disappearing again.

“Not so hard… I’ve got to sit down a lot today.” Yvonne pouted, looking over her shoulder at him. He smiled and nodded his head, blowing her a kiss before returning to fucking her hard.

Making use of his length, Harry withdrew so that only his dick’s head was inside her and then forced all of his shaft inside her. Yvonne’s hair flew back as she let out another scream of pleasure, her nails dug into the wooden table as she tried to find something to muffle the sounds of her bliss. Harry’s long strokes were getting too much for the both of them and he found his balls start to tighten but not before Yvonne had another orgasm.

She buried her head in her arms and tried to silence the screams of pleasure as his dick stroked all of her right spots. Her pussy contracted and she came again, her warm womanly juices flowed over his dick coating it with her sticky liquid.

His eye lids started to flicker as he felt his orgasm coming on.

“Yvonne… Going to cum…” He groaned, Yvonne’s head whipped up and looked over her shoulder at him.

“Not yet baby! Hold on one second.” She then pulled herself off of the table and slunk down to her knees in front of him. Wrapping a soft hand around his shaft, she started to jerk him off as quickly as she could.

“Cum now baby. Cum for me.”

Harry groaned and let loose. His cum tore through the air and smacked against her face for a short burst, recovering from the action quickly, Yvonne opened her mouth and caught it in there. She never stopped milking his dick as each pump revealed more of his man goo. Six more pumps of her hand and he was finished, she gave him one more slow tug to get one more resistant bit of spunk out of him and went to sucking his dick. As his member pushed against her cheek, some of his spunk dribbled out of her mouth and the goo ran down onto her left tit.

Her hands lightly caressed the rest of his shaft, stroking it tenderly while cupping his testicles together. She picked up the cum on her face and licked it up hungrily, swallowing his load as well.

Defeated, Harry fell backwards onto the chair he had been sitting on previously. She smiled and straddled him again this time choosing to snuggle up to him. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck, as he supported her with his strong arms.

“Thank you for this.” He said, breaking the silence that had fallen over the kitchen.

“Don’t mention it.” She said with a smile, they locked eyes with each other and kissed again. The bitter after taste of his cum was still present but kissing Yvonne Strahovski more than made up for it.

“You know, I can still feel the honey on me.” She said with a mischievous smirk. “I think we need to take a shower…”

Harry grinned and suddenly scooped her up in his arms. She shrieked at the action, but soon got into it. They kissed again as they navigated the stairs and into Yvonne’s bedroom.

“Do you have enough hot water for the both of us?” He playfully asked as he watched Yvonne slip off the robe she had worn down to the kitchen.

“No, we’ll have to share.”

Stepping into the bathroom, Harry had chance to observe it for the first time. The main decor of the bathroom was a porcelain white colour, but around the middle of the bathroom there was a blue pattern that repeated into the shower. The bathroom had a large marble counter with a big vanity mirror that had a light bulb at the top of it.

Yvonne pulled back the door to the shower and stepped inside the smaller room. Harry stepped inside with her and wrapped his arms around her sexy, tight waist. Her hands came up behind her and she ran her fingers through his hair as he kissed her on the neck and up towards the cheek.

Putting one hand out, she twisted the knob that controlled the jet of water and the temperature. A cold burst of water smacked against their skin making the sexy blonde shriek at the contact. Harry smiled and kept her protected in his arms, putting his hand out he tested the water and found it to be a bit more pleasant.

He walked into the main jet of water and savoured the warm splashing of water. He looked over at her and beckoned her to him. She stepped into the shower with him and smiled, hugging him again the two of them shared another kiss. Their lips smacked against each others and their mouths opened. His large tongue slid into her soothing, wet mouth, her tongue stroked his sliding over the top of it.

She moaned into his mouth as his hands moved up to her fantastic breasts and lightly squeezed the fleshy orbs. Her hands ran through his messy brown hair raking his head lightly. Her right hand moved over to his chest and slowly brought it down towards his groin. Her fingers glided through his wiry pubic hair and found his hardening dick, giving it a quick tug she smiled as he moaned at her touch.

She broke the kiss and lightly flicked her tongue along his lips. Resting her fore head against his, she jerked his member to life slowly. She looked over his shoulder into the bedroom and motioned to the table.

“Can you get a condom?” She asked, motioning to the small opened box next to her bed.

Harry nodded and stepped out of the shower, quickly darting into the bedroom Harry grabbed one of the rubber sheaths. Fumbling with the foil for a brief moment, he pushed the rubber down towards the bottom of the wrapper and tore the top off. Using his thumb, he pushed the condom out and rolled it onto his waiting, throbbing dick.

While Harry was getting protection, Yvonne stood under the jet of water and ran the shampoo through her long blonde hair. Getting some shower gel, she rubbed the liquid into her soft flesh, getting rid of the honey from their breakfast encounter. She looked over her shoulder and saw him get back into the shower with her.

She walked over to him and hooked her arms around his neck. They kissed again, their lips met under the jet of water as Harry’s arms ran down her body to her strong, athletic thighs. Grabbing hold of her skin, he hoisted her up into the air and let her legs wrap around him.

She took hold of his shaft and pushed his protected member into her wet, waiting pussy. Her lips broke off of his lips as she moaned as his member slid inside her, her head fell back and she let him kiss her neck again. Kissing all over her, he made his way down to her cleavage, taking her nipples into his mouth.

Her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled herself closer into his embrace. He broke off his lip lock with her nipple and kissed her again. She moaned into his mouth as she bounced up and down on his cock. The ferocity of the earlier session had disappeared and this was a more passionate encounter. Their lips smacked against each others as the steady slap sounded out in the shower.

She started to grind her hips against his as his dick started to hit her right spots inside her. Breaking the kiss again, Yvonne’s head fell back as she continued to ride his pole. His hands squeezed her tits before sliding down onto her tight ass, massaging the flesh with his hands he then slid his hands down to below her thighs. Taking hold of the joint, Harry kept her steady as she started to moan.

“Oh… Oh… Oh…” Yvonne moaned into the room as she slid up and down his member. Her eyes had shut tight as she started to ride him up and down with an increased speed.

“Fuck…” Harry cursed as the sexy blonde riding his dick moved her hands up to his head. Her left hand draped over his shoulder and the right hand slid into his hair. Changing his position again, Harry wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her steady and moved his other hand down to her groin. Using his earlier experience, he started to stroke her clit with his index and middle finger.

Moving in for another kiss, Harry smiled as she started to pant at his action. Her pussy’s lips were contracting around his member, trying to keep him buried inside her forever. Sloppily swapping spit, Yvonne moaned into the kiss as she felt her orgasm reaching closer and closer.

Her lips almost dropped off of his as she started to moan in pleasure. Her voice was climbing in pitch as Harry started to drive his dick deeper into her.

“You… You are… So fucking hot…” Yvonne moaned, her eyes opening briefly to lock eyes with him.

“You… Are… Hotter.” Harry panted as her pussy started to get tighter with each thrust.

“Did you like it… When you came on my face?”

His eyes opened again, looking at the sexy starlet, he nodded his head a wicked grin on his face.

“After you’ve finished me off, you could cum on it again. That would be so hot.” She moaned into his ear, flicking her tongue against his ear. A shiver tore through his body as she leant back on his pole. Her hands rested on his chest, and her nails lightly dug into his skin leaving a light trace on his skin.

As their embrace picked up, neither of them heard the house phone ring. After several rings, the answer machine picked it up.

“Hey Yvonne, it’s Sarah. I’m in the area, so I thought we could meet up for some coffee before lunch. You’ve not picked up, so I guess you’ve dropped Harry off. I’ve still got the house key so I’ll let myself in. See you soon!”

It was Sarah Lancaster, Yvonne’s equally hot co-star on Chuck. She had a house key after they originally lived together in the same street, Sarah had bought a house closer to the city while Yvonne was out in the suburbs.

Dressed in a green sun dress and a pair of golden flats, Sarah slipped on a pair of ray-bans and got into her car. Even with the traffic in L.A, Sarah made some good time and pulled up to the drive way and saw that Yvonne’s car was still there. Not really thinking it strange, she dug through her handbag and found her set of keys. Locking the door to her car, she unlocked the front door and stepped inside.

Looking around, she saw the honey stains on the table and the chair out of place from the table. Smirking to herself, she could smell the sex in the room, looking around almost like a detective she smiled as she looked at the faintest trace of girl cum on the floor.

‘Atta girl.’ She thought to herself as she tried to piece together what happened. Stepping into the main stairwell of the house, she could hear the sounds of an orgasm ripping through Yvonne. She smiled and made her way upstairs, she kicked off her flats and tip-toed up the stairs to where her bedroom was.

She heard another man grunting as Yvonne’s high pitched squeal of an orgasm tear through the bathroom. The slapping sound of flesh died down as Yvonne’s moans slowed down as well. She stepped inside the bathroom and saw Yvonne was on her knees jerking off Harry’s cock. Folding her arms under her ample breasts, Sarah watched as her blonde co-star jerk the very happy Harry into an orgasm.

Groaning, Harry let rip and shot his load onto her gorgeous waiting face. The cum ripped through the air and smacked against her face. She had closed her eyes and mouth and was continuing to jerk his dick while rope after salty rope splattered against her face. Several strands landed on her forehead before the ropes started to land a little lower along the bridge of her node and then just above her top lip.

Yvonne opened her eyes and slowly sucked on the cock’s head lapping up the rest of his cum. She slid her lips down to the four inch mark and let her tongue lap up the rest of his salty seed. She looked up at him and grinned, the cum on her lip dripped down onto his cock. Running her tongue around, she scooped it up and slowly pulled herself off of his dick.

Harry’s eyes were still shut tightly, as he panted and regained his breath. Falling back, he rested against the tiled wall as Yvonne stood up and washed away his sperm. Sarah walked into the room as her blonde co-star curled up to the panting youth worker.

“I’m not interrupting am I?” The brunette asked with a smirk. Yvonne looked over at her and quickly grabbed the door shutting it in a rush.

Harry grinned as Yvonne started to panic. “I think she’s already seen everything.”

“Yeah, I did.” Sarah added in agreement, looking through the frosty glass of the shower door.

“That’s not the point!” Yvonne said.

Sarah laughed and tugged at the door. “C’mon, let me in!”

Yvonne conceded and stepped away from the door. Sarah pulled the door open and saw the two lovers in an embrace.

“Well, don’t you two look hot? Shame you washed off the cum Yvonne. I’d like a taste. Hey Harry.” She said with a smile, waving at the young youth worker.

“Hey.” He said, matching the wave.

“Well then… What should we get up to?” The brunette asked, taking her ray-bans off and putting them on the counter. Running her hands through her hair, she reached behind her and stepped out of the dress, landing into a pool around her feet.

Sarah was more tanned than Yvonne and Harry could see her large bronze nipples come into view. She stepped out of the dress and walked closer to the shower. Looking over at the bemused blonde and man, she smiled and took charge.

“Last one on the bed gets a blowjob!”

Yvonne looked up at Harry, twisted the shower off and darted into the bedroom. Getting back into the mindset, Harry stepped out of the shower and ran to the bedroom to find the blonde and brunette lying on the bed. Yvonne was lying on her right side, while Sarah was on her left, they almost looked like a pair of scissors.

“Looks like you win Harry.” The gorgeous brunette said with a big smile. She leant over Yvonne and patted the bed. Barely containing his excitement, Harry walked over and sat down next to the gorgeous naked TV stars. Sarah spun around so that she was in front of Harry and Yvonne crawled up behind her.

Sarah slid down so she was on her hands and knees and her posterior was arched so Harry could see her ass cheeks. Crawling along the bed, Sarah took the base of Harry’s shaft in her hand and slowly pumped the bottom of his dick. Leaning in, she flicked her tongue along the bottom of his pole tracing the thin vein that ran underneath his dick.

Twisting her tongue around the base, she moved it upwards applying a liberal amount of tongue to each part of his underside. Her soft hands caressed his large ball sac that had seen more action in this past twenty four hours than most of his adult life. She cradled his large nuts while she made her way up to the tip of his dick.

Yvonne pressed her chest into the back of him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Flicking her tongue against his ear, she cooed with delight as he moaned at the action.

“Isn’t she hot?” Yvonne asked, looking over his shoulder down at the gorgeous brunette sucking his cock.

Harry groaned his approval as his head fell back in sheer delight. Yvonne giggled when her phone’s alarm went off.

“Be right back lovers.” She said with a smile, crawling over to her bedside table. She looked at the screen and cursed. “I’ve got to go.”

Harry and Sarah both looked up at her and Sarah took his cock out of her mouth.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, as Yvonne started to dress herself in a hurry.

“I’ve got to get to a recording studio. I need to record some lines for Mass Effect 3.” Pausing briefly, Yvonne looked over at the two on the bed. “I’m going to be like five hours? You guys can stay here though. ”

“Is that OK?” Sarah asked, stepping up off of the bed as Yvonne darted out of the room.

“Yeah… Save some for me though!” With that, she left the house in a tornado. Sarah looked over at Harry and smiled, her eyes drifted down his toned body towards his dick. His cock had deflated again and wasn’t getting up again.

“Well… I’m not as wet as Yvonne was. You’ll have to warm me up. Lie down, I want to sit on your face.” Sarah took command of the bedroom, climbing onto the bed next to Harry, she watched him lie down on the bed.

Sarah opened her legs and straddled Harry’s eager face. Slowly lowering herself down, Sarah moaned to the sky as his tongue touched her lady lips. But that was it for her pleasure, Harry’s virginity hadn’t really been a problem with Yvonne as she could take charge but Sarah wasn’t aware of his previous condition.

He was doing it all wrong, by lapping at the lips sloppily like a dog at a bowl of water. Sarah groaned and looked down at him, his eyes were shut tightly as he gave it his all. Running her hands through his hair, she watched him for a brief moment before slipping off of him.

“What…” Harry started but she stopped him.

“Have you even ate pussy before?” She asked, crooking an eyebrow at the lacklustre job.

His eyes fell down to the bed and then back up at her. He shook his head, embarrassed at his admission.

“No… I’m pretty much a virgin.”

Sarah’s mouth dropped open. “Yvonne took your virginity?” She smiled when he nodded his head. “Baby, if you could make her scream like that as a virgin I’ll be able to make her fall into a coma.” Her soft hands rubbed his hair chest as she smiled warmly towards him.

Lying on the bed, Sarah pulled herself up to the headboard and spread her legs for him. She beckoned him over to her with a curling right index finger.

“OK Harry, we’re going to make you a oral God so when Yvonne gets back she’s going to be able to scream the house down without even riding that big dick of yours.” She then patted the comfy bed in between her legs.

“OK, here’s what you’re going to do. See where my pubes are?” Harry looked up at her groin and saw her thin trail of brown pubic hair. It served like a runway trailing down towards her wet pussy. When he nodded, she continued talking. “It runs down towards the top of my pussy OK?”

He nodded again, and Sarah continued. “Now… Put your face right in front of it… So you can see every detail.” Harry nodded, getting down on his belly he then crawled up to the waiting, wet pussy and looked up at her expectantly. “That’s good baby. Now listen to me… Women, even more than men… They love to be teased. They love it! This part of the thigh is easily the most tender spot. Lick it, kiss it… Fuck, write poetry with the tip of the your tongue on it. Come so freaking close to her pussy, and then move away. Make her want it, even beg for it. Go on…” Sarah lightly nudged him, by closing her legs briefly.

He nodded and moved to the right thigh, slowly snaking his tongue out, Harry started to paint a pattern inside her leg. Already, he could hear her moaning and felt like he had come a long way.

Sarah’s eyes fluttered shut in pleasure as he tease her so well. Groaning at the touch, she smiled to herself as his tongue flicked against her skin. Taking hold of his head, she remembered that she was supposed to be in charge. Regrettably removing his head from her thighs, Sarah pointed at her pussy.

“See this part here?” When he nodded, she carried on talking. “Lick this part here where my leg moves to my pussy. Push your face into my bush and move your lips over my slit. But don’t push down on it to ramp up the excitement.”

Smiling, she lightly bumped her thighs into his head, spurring him to carry on. Harry lightly kissed her thigh again, but didn’t remove his lips. Lightly dragging his lips down, he kept his tongue on her skin. When he reached the crease between her leg and her pussy, he gave it a strong, broad stroke. She gasped at the contact, and her hips jerked upwards in a completely involuntary motion.

Going with that, Harry kissed her skin again and gave the flesh a long sideways swipe. Remembering her advice from the broader part of her thigh, Harry started to draw elegant patterns in her skin.

Sarah groaned aloud at the touch and she ran her hands through his hair. Giving it a few more strokes, she smiled as he took in all of her advice and moved his lips onto her slit.

Keeping his lips off of her actual pussy, he looked up at her and was pleased to see that her eyes were shut tight and she was palming her left breast. Unsure of what to do, he moved a little closer to her slit and let out a breath of cool air. Her eyes flickered in pleasure and her hips bucked upwards and tried to force herself against him.

“He… He… Harry… Kiss… The pussy…” She panted as her eyes opened and she looked at him in sheer bliss.

He nodded and put his lips directly on top of her slit. Kissing it gently, he heard her groan in pleasure. She pushed her hips up at him and tried to get more of him inside her. He kissed her again gently, then harder, he was pleased with himself when she moaned even louder. Thinking about her slit like it was a mouth, he pushed his tongue out and tried to separate her pussy’s lips.

He was more than happy to see that her lips did indeed separate. “Fuck… Move your tongue up and down.” Sarah let out in a short breath, her legs closed on him, but he took charge of the situation. He spread her legs with his hands, giving him more room to play with. Trying a new, untested tactic, Harry started to slide his tongue in and out of her hungry, wet folds making her let out a pleasure filled squeak. Pumping his tongue in and out of her, he watched her with great anticipation as she kneaded her breasts.

“Clit… Harry… My clit…” Sarah almost screamed at him as her head fell against the head board in bliss.

Harry looked at her clit and saw that it had peeked out of its protective hood. Throwing caution to the wind, he flicked his tongue against it. Sarah yelped in pleasure as his tongue bumped against it. Knowing that he was onto a winning tactic, he brought his tongue up to the top of her slit and swiped downwards against the hard button.

Unsure of what to do, he licked the clitoris again and pushed the tiny pearl into her soft skin. Sarah let out a throaty groan in pleasure as he drove her crazy with his freshly acquired oral talents.

Harry observed that her moans were lower when he flicked his tongue against her clit, not by pushing it into her. Using that information, he flicked and down, left and right down and up any pattern he could think of to try and make her cum.

“Harry… Harry… Suck my clit!” Sarah gasped out loud as the orgasm started to warm inside her. He started off by sucking on the bud lightly, looking up he saw Sarah’s face screwed up shut in pleasure. Sucking even harder on the clit, Harry watched her start to write in pleasure. Her hips jerked up off of the bed and started to bounce up, almost like she was trying to get away from him. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he moved with her as she started to scream at him.

“Don’t stop Harry. Don’t ever stop!”

The sheen of her sweat was adding to the pleasure he was delivering. She was obviously enjoying herself as her voice started to climb. Slipping a finger into her pussy, Sarah let out a loud, long groan as her orgasm came even closer. Finger fucking her wet folds, Harry kept moving around with her as she bounced around the bed.

“Fuck… Fuck… Fuck me!” Sarah screamed out as she gripped his hair and pushed him as deep into her as she could.

Soon, it was all over.

Her back arched and the walls came down. She exploded over Harry’s face keeping him close to her pussy. Her body heaved with the action as Harry continued to playfully jab at her clit. Harry lapped up as much of her girl cum as he could, looking up at her as he did so.

“Fuck… That was good.” Sarah said, smiling down at him. “Give me a kiss.”

Harry nodded and came out of her wet folds, and up to her waiting face. Sarah wiped away the sweat matted hair and smiled at him. She hooked her arms around his neck and tugged him into a kiss. Their lips met and their tongues intertwined, his large one carefully flicked against her smaller one which playfully shied away from his. His hands lightly cupped her breasts as he finally caught her tongue.

“Wow… You’re a fast learner…” She said with a smile.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t very good earlier.” Harry said, almost shame creeping into his voice. She shushed him by putting her index finger on his mouth and smiling.

“Don’t be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry about! So how was losing your virginity to Yvonne?” She asked, as her legs lightly wrapped around his waist keeping him close to her.

“Very enjoyable.” He said with a laugh. She smiled and nodded her head.

“I bet. Was she good?” She asked, a wicked smile creeping on her face.

“The best.”

“Really? Well, we’ll have to see if I can change your mind.”

He smiled and nodded his head. “OK… Can we… Uh… Can we go?”

“Go?” She asked, when Harry motioned to his now erect seven inch dick bobbing in the air. “Ah, go. How do you want me baby?” She asked, running her hand up and down his chest.

“Can you go on all fours?”

“Kinky.” Sarah replied with a grin. She crawled past Harry and positioned herself in the middle of the bed. Seductively waving her hips for him to enter her, climbing up onto his knees he followed her to the middle and steadied her temporarily. Lightly smacking her ass, he smiled as she yelped at the touch.

Getting up on his knees, Harry walked over to Sarah’s waiting hips and steadied her. He was about to slide it in when he remember that he wasn’t wearing protection.

“Sarah, I don’t have a condom on.” When he reached over to the table, Sarah spoke up.

“Don’t. I love it bareback. Just tell me when you’re going to cum.”

He nodded and pushed his dick against her folds. Sliding it up and down her lips, he then took one breath and pushed his member inside her. Her wet folds were very accommodating with her being soaking wet from her earlier orgasm.

With that much lubrication, Harry slid in all the way to his balls. Sarah let out a loud long groan as his dick reached inside her. Her eyes shut slowly as she let the pleasure wash over her. There was a brief pause as they both got used to the intrusion, there was another pause and Harry withdrew so just his head was still inside her.

Sliding back into her again, Sarah let out a long moan again as his dick filled her waiting folds again. Getting into a rythym, Harry gripped onto her hips and started to drive in and out of her starting off slowly, not wanting to exhaust himself immediatley.

“Fuck Harry… So fucking big…” Sarah cursed, her eyes were still screwed shut and her head had fallen down between her hands. Sweat had started to form on her skin again as the mid day sun started to peek through Yvonne’s bedroom window.

Harry ran his hands along her soft thighs, admiring the way her skin was almost sculptured for some sort of divine flesh. Running his hands up her legs and to her waist, running up to her ass he lightly smacked it.

“Fuck me!” Sarah whined, pushing her butt back against his cock. “Fuck me hard!”

Gripping her hips, Harry pulled back before thrusting forward, slamming into her pussy from behind. Sarah’s head rocketed upwards as she cried out in pleasure again. Rearing his hand back, he slapped her ass again, the noise echoing through the room as she sobbed in passion. Harry started to drive into a new tactic, with each thrust inside her, Harry delivered a swift smack to her ass, her firm butt jiggled with each strike.

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