“Hi Sexy. What's up?”

The video finally connected and I saw my wife sitting in the chair fully dressed. This was a bit of a disappointment as she often put on a 'show' for me while I was away.

“I have something to ask you.”

“Okay.”

“Tracey is in town and I suggested that she come stay with me while you are away. Is that okay?”

“That's fine. At least you won't be alone then.”

“That's what I was thinking.”

“When is she coming?”

“In about an hour. She is bringing dinner.”

“Cool. Why do you look so worried?”

“I am nervous.”

“About what?”

“Well you know I have always been wanted to be with a woman.”

“Yes,” I said, feeling my cock beginning to harden.

“You know I have always found Tracey attractive.”

“Yes,” I said in anticipation.

“If I can get it right, would you be okay if I tried it with her?”

“Not at all.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Sexy, I am sure.”

“I have been trying to build up the courage all day to ask you,” she said smiling for the first time.

“I know it has always been something you have wanted to try.”

'Thank you Honey, but I have one more request.”

“Shoot.”

“I don't want you too watch us because I will be too nervous.”

“That's fine Sexy, you can turn them off.”

We had set up security cameras in our lounge, study, bedroom and garage that we could access via the web just in case anything happened while we were not at home. We had never had the need to use them but they were always on.

“Thanks Honey.”

After we had finished, I went downstairs for dinner, but kept thinking of what my wife was up to. It was going to be a long night. I got back to my room around nine o'clock and had a shower before climbing into bed. I had my notebook on my lap and was busy surfing the web, when I decided to go and check out to see if our security cameras had been turned off.

They hadn't.

Tracey and my wife were in the lounge. There was a bottle of wine on the table and they seemed to be just chatting. My wife had changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Tracey must have come straight from work, as she was dressed in a skirt and blouse. Neither wore any shoes and they were sitting on the couch facing one another. Our cameras had no sound so there was no way I could hear what they were talking about, but the image was clear, and that is what mattered.

Nothing changed for nearly half an hour until Celeste got off the couch and went over to the kitchen with the dinner plates. Tracey leaned forward and poured them each another glass of wine. When Celeste returned, she sat on the edge of the couch and Tracey got up and sat cross-legged on the floor between her legs. Celeste began massaging Tracey's shoulders. Within ten minutes, Tracey began unbuttoning her blouse and Celeste took it from her and lay it on the couch. The cameras were only black and white so I couldn't tell what colour Tracey's bra was, but it looked white. Celeste was back to massaging Tracey's shoulders and I was already rock hard. Tracey took a sip of wine and handed Celeste the glass. While Celeste drank, Tracey unhooked her bra and placed it on top of her blouse. Her breasts were small and her nipples were dark and they complimented her olive skin. Tracey picked up the other glass of wine and took another sip. Celeste went back to massaging Tracey's shoulders and back and then leaning forward, Celeste ran her fingertips between Tracey's breasts. Her hands moved outwards and she began stroking Tracey's breasts. Looking back, Tracey said something to Celeste and they began kissing. Celeste continued stroking Tracey's breasts while they kissed and when they broke off their kiss, Tracey got onto her knees and turned around. She reached for Celeste's t-shirt and pulled it over her head. Celeste hadn't been wearing a bra and Tracey reached over and ran her fingertips over Celeste's large breasts. Their lips locked again and Celeste pulled Tracey towards her. I watched as my wife's hands slid down Tracey's back until they were on her butt. Then they stopped kissing and looking at one another, Tracey began talking. I saw Celeste shake her head and then Tracey answered her by also shaking her head.

I was still wondering what they had said to one another when Tracey reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. She let it drop to the floor before sliding it over her knees and feet. She then reached for Celeste's jeans and began unbuttoning them. She was smiling as she slid them down Celeste's legs and added them to the pile of clothing. Celeste lay back on the couch with her head against the armrest and Tracey got her knees and lay on top of Celeste. The camera was in the corner on the roof, so I couldn't see if they were kissing, but it didn't matter. Celeste's hands were back on Tracey's butt and Tracey was leaning on one arm, while running her other hand through Celeste's hair. Then Tracey began sliding downwards, planting kisses over Celeste's neck and breasts. As Tracey moved further down, Celeste closed her eyes and began running her fingers through Tracey's long black hair. Tracey was soon on her knees again, leaning forward and planting kisses on Celeste's hips. Hooking her fingers into the sides of Celeste's panties, she slowly slid them down her pale legs. I knew my wife was probably sopping wet and when Tracey began kissing my wife's pubic area, I could smell her myself, having done the same to her many times myself.

I couldn't see if Tracey was licking my wife's pussy as her head was in the way, but seeing my wife, with her eyes still closed, begin to massage her own breasts, I knew Tracey must be doing something to her that she was enjoying. It wasn't long before I saw my wife start bucking on the couch as she orgasmed. Tracey looked up at her and they began talking again. Then Celeste sat up against the armrest and Tracey crawled up the couch and sat down between her legs, and rested against her. I could tell Celeste was horny, because her arms were soon around Tracey's hips. One hand went to Tracey's breast and the other went down between her legs. Tracey reached down and slid off her g-string. Celeste's hand went straight back between Tracey's legs.

My cock was hard and dripping, and watching my wife rubbing another woman's pussy was just too much. I took my cock in my hand and began to jerk off. If it took ten strokes before I was shooting my semen all over the bed, it was a lot.

Tracey was holding onto Celeste's legs as her orgasm hit her and I watched as her body went into spasm as she came. Reaching between her legs, Tracey pulled Celeste's hand away, and spinning round, the two of them began to kiss. Gone was the gentleness, it now looked as if they wanted more from of one another.

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The sexual activity of the students was
greatly overlooked by all the staff of St. Catherine's. It was said
that many of them enjoyed hearing of the sexual exploits and would
often masturbate or fuck their spouses while imagining the goings ons
of the St. Katherine students. The staff would often turn their heads
as couples or groups of teenagers meandered off into dark closets or
would only mildly scold as they walked in on naked rubbing in empty
classrooms. On camping weekends, which were well-known for staff
turning their heads to debauchery acts, it was extremely common to
walk into tents of teenagers with their hands and tongues pleasing
one another in positions adults couldn't dream up. The sexuality of
the St. Kathrine teenagers was an erotic underbelly that even the
most pure delved into now and then.

In my year of being at St. Katherine's
I had only two sexual experiences one that I had been a mere voyeur
and another that began with a spanking and ended with principle
Skinner's cum dripping from my nipples. Both of which I greatly enjoy
and often touched my pussy, wishing both had gone much farther. Being
the newer student, everyone was hesitant to induct me into the
exploitations of St. Katherine's sex scene although I craved it on a
nightly basis. I'd often hear soft moans and loud smacks as I slept
at night and my mind would wander as to who was pleasing whom into
the wee hours of the night. The next school day, I'd sit in class,
trying to catch hints of who looked extra pleased or sore the next
day and I'd grill my fellow classmates as to what they did the night
before. I was usually received with mere giggles and coy smiles,
letting me know I was not in with the crowd just yet.

I was grateful for Erin's arrival,
thinking that now that there was another new student, I would finally
give and receive the sexual attention I deserved. How I longed to
have unknown hands caress my large tits and unknown tongues push into
my wet pussy. I wanted to be held down and fucked by Chris Thompson,
a fellow senior on the soccer team and I wanted to take showers with
Mary Beth Orwin and suck on her constantly erect nipples as I push my
fingers deep into her cunt. In the privacy of my solo room, I'd
romanticize and masturbate, dreaming of the day I could finally be
satisfied to my pussy's content.

Erin was obviously a soft and sweet
thing, complete with freckles and long strawberry blond hair. Her
upturned little nose completed her sweet looks and the gap between
her two front teeth added the perfect imperfection to her
all-American white girl features. The first week, I made small
attempts to make her comfortable. She used my brush, I borrowed her
T-shirt on dress-down-Friday but it wasn't until a full two-weeks of
living in the same room that I could get this mute beauty to show me
why she was kicked out of every school.

“Why were you kicked out?” I
asked.

Her answer was a quick catch of my eye
and then returning to her needle point.

“I'll tell you why I was kicked out,”
I said sing-songy.

There was a long pause. I could tell
she didn't care.

“Fucking a priest.” I lied.

She peered at me below her eyebrows,
obviously not buying my tale.

“Okay, I lied. I stole. I'm a thief.
A kleptomaniac, actually, I've even been diagnosed.”

No reaction.

“Can I guess why you were kicked
out?”

She rolled her eyes.

“You don't have to say “yes”” I
bargained, moving to sit my pert ass onto the edge of her bed.

“just give me a sign.”

She scoffed.

“Ummmmmm....killing someone.”

she ignored me.

I laughed.

“just kidding. Ummmm....stealing?”

she shook her head.

“lying”

she humored me by grinning

“not praying.”

She got up and went to the trunk she
had brought with her. I continued to guess as she rifled through her
possessions.

“starting fights....taking drugs..”

she found what she was looking for and
walked back over to the bed.

“.not doing your homework....not
being clean...” she threw some pictures on my lap and I slowly
turned them around, trying to decipher the images displayed.

It was a picture of a girl with
strawberry blond pubic hair and her skinny but gorgeous legs parted
with two manly fingers stuffed deep into her hole.

The second was of the same girl with a
balding older man with his mouth clasped around her pussy.

The next was taken from above of the
same woman, on all fours and a large cock in her mouth, buried all
the way to the base of the shaft. This picture was obviously taken by
the man receiving her mouth. Her eyes were upturned, looking into the
camera, her enjoyment apparent by the coy smile on her expanded lips.

The four was of the same scene only
taken by a third party standing a foot or so away from the couple.
Erin's hand clasped around the man's balls as he feeds her his cock,
his right hand with a firm grip of the back of her head.

I looked at Erin, the same coy grin
across her lips. She took the four pictures out of my hand and put
them at the back of the piling, indicating I should look at all the
other pictures too.

The fifth was the same cock, locked
between her small titties, her mouth open and awaiting its entrance.

The sixth a finger, its tip entering
her asshole.

The seventh, a different scene. This
time, a small hand, obviously a woman's. It's nails trimmed neatly
and polished, with the two middle fingers deeply embedded into
another woman's cunt decorated with short black pubic hair.

The next was Erin, her tongue
protruding into the same pussy, her eyes upturned like when she was
sucking the cock in the previous pictures.

The night-time heat I frequently felt
at St. Katherine's began to increase between my legs. I grew more wet
the with every intoxicating position I saw Erin in. Her pussy, a
woman's tongue waiting at its entrance. Her between two men, one cock
in her mouth, the other being inserted into her cunt. Her on her back
on a table, an erection pushed to the back of her throat. Her with
her face in a woman's pussy and a man doing her doggie style at her
back, his middle finger to its base in her asshole.

I occasionally looked up to see Erin
sexily grinning, remembering her exploits at her old schools. Every
now and then a giggle would issue from her silent lips and she'd grab
the pictures, knowing which was coming next and pushing me to the
view the next one.

“Wow.”

“Whoa.”

“Ohmigod, Erin.”

I'd say in a low voice, my admiration
apparent.

“That's hot.”

“Who are these people?”

“Where did you do this?”

“Who's taking this one?”

My list of questions grew and were, of
course, met with no answer, which made it hotter. I saw the people as
her classmates, her teachers, and any variety of person she would
come in contact with. She giggled as I viewed the last one and handed
the pile to her.

“Dude, you're such a slut. That's
awesome.” I commented as she placed the pictures back into the
trunk.

Feeling like my pussy was about to
explode and not feeling brave enough to put the moves on my silent
roommate, I excused myself to the shower room and took my towel and
all my belongings to the bathroom where I was met with the amazing
body of Mary Beth Orwin.

I watched out of the corner of my eye
as she sudsed up her pert breasts and trailed her hand down to her
perfectly shaved pussy lips.

The door opened and in walked Erin,
taking the shower next to me. We both occasionally caught each
other's eye as we watched Mary Beth turn her bubbly ass our way and
run her soapy hands over her cheeks as if she was putting on a show
for the two of us. That was the thing about Mary Beth Orwin, it was
like she was a born stripper, always moving as if everyone was
watching her be sexy. Which, everyone was watching her be sexy. She
slid her fingers up her crack and then again to wash all the soap
out. My pussy was now raging with desire, wishing anything would
touch it. I covered my hands in soap and slid my palms across my
erect nipples, squeezing them between my fingers and closed my eyes,
enjoying the sensation. The shower room filled with steam from the
raining shower heads, making Erin and Mary's bodies hazy through the
the white steamy mist. I rested my body against the tile under the
shower head and slid my hands down my torso, past my belly, and
gently parted the lips of my pussy, slimy with the past hour of
sensual enjoyment.

Mary Beth was now finished with
cleaning her dirty body. She grabbed her dry towel and wrapped it
around her magnificent body as she headed past the toilet and opened
the door to the bathroom. Now it was just me and Erin naked and soapy
in the steamy shower room. I turned my head to the left and noticed
her sexy grin through water that streamed down her face. Her hands
were behind her head, wringing her strawberry hair which gave me a
sensually awesome view of her tiny breasts.

I used my right hand only this time to
part the lips of my cunt and expertly rub my the engorged flaps of
skin surrounding my clitoris, making the small nub move up and down
with my long fingers.

I let out a deep sigh and relaxed
against the cold tile. I began to roughly tweak my left nipple with
my available hand and closed my eyes once again, enjoying the
sensation.

I opened my eyes a second later and
watched Erin take her turn in soaping up her lean body. She was from
her neck to her chest to her armpits and finally her breasts, where
she looked at me and grinned the coy grin I had seen in the pictures.
I then knew this was the night I was finally going to be satisfied by
someone other than myself at St. Katherine's. From her tits, she
moved her hands around to her back. As she turned her back to me, she
ran her hands down to the cheeks of her ass and spread her cheeks
wide, getting the soap deep within her crevice. She looked over her
left shoulder to make sure I was watching her show her slutty ass and
I moved my middle finger into my virgin hole and slowly slid it in
and out, enjoying the tightness.

I had been masturbating for many years
but never had anyone explore my body other than me. I had never had
the chance to be moved to ecstasy by another person and now, at the
age of nineteen, wanted it so badly and was happy that my first time
was to be with my new roommate who knew so much about sex.

I opened my eyes and Erin stood before
me. She placed her long skinny hand over mine and gently accompanied
my finger into my cunt. We stood there for several minutes, the
passion growing between us and she entered her second finger into my
wet pussy. My pussy pleasurably stretched to accommodate the three
digits that pushed harder and faster at each entrance. I finally
removed my right hand from my cunt and now grasped both of my tits,
pulling and pushing on my nipples as it pleased me. I spread my legs
farther so Erin could place a third and then a fourth finger into my
virgin pussy. My moans grew with every push of her hand and I was
overcome by the urge to kiss her and suck on her tiny freckled
titties.

I leaned in for a sensual kiss and she
turned her plump lips away from mine. so I settled on her neck and I
gratefully sucked on her skin and trailed my tongue down her flesh
until I met with her breasts. I first started with her right one
which elicited from Erin the first vocalization I had ever heard. She
moaned as my lips tore at her nipple, sucking it as far as it would
go. I then gently used my teeth rough enough to hear her gasp at the
sudden pain. Her hand still pumping in and out of my cunt, I lifted
her left tit to my lips and she threw her head back, making it more
accessible to my lips.

Erin removed her hand from my pussy and
placed both of her hands on my shoulders, pushing me back towards the
built-in seat in the corner of the shower room and making me sit on
the cold tile, my legs parted in anticipation of the sexual
experience she was preparing to give me. She knelt in front of my
opened legs and put her sensual lips over my slimy pussy. Her tongue
instantly went to work on my enlarged clitoris and she moved her
right hand back to my cunt, waiting to be filled by her soft and
expert fingers.

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The ride was nice and I got there in time to find a good parking place in the small parking lot that was shared with a lounge next door. "Great lunch times" I thought to myself. I walked in and a woman in the receptionists office took my name and asked me to have a seat. I had given her my application after about 15 min of filling it out and so I waited. She kept looking at me and smiling. After a half hour a woman came in, tall, and very nicely built. She must have been 5'10" without her heels that put her well over 6 feet. She stopped and took messages and the receptionist gave her my application. She stood there and glanced through it and said, "Good to meet you Teresa, come one back if you will please. Just let me get settled and I will be right with you." she said. "I am Helen and I am both the owner and the CEO of everything around here." she said as she left and I seated in a low sitting chair that she had directed me to across from a huge desk with the usual office stuff on it. There was a strange sculpture on it made of a deep red wood that was difficult to see what it was but it attracted my attention right away.

I was looking towards it and Helen came in and walked over to me and leaned down to shake my hand as I began to get up she said, "That is okay, don't bother, you are fine right there." She walked around her desk and said, "I have got to get these shoes off." and as she did she gave a sigh of relief. "Now, I see you have word processing and spreadsheet experience and you are comfortable around people and can do a lot of the regular office work, is that right?" "Yes Mame," I began and she said, "Oh, please call me Helen, I am very informal." "Okay Helen, yes, I am good at all those things and I am very comfortable meeting people." I said. She got up and came around the desk and leaned against it and crossed her arms. "Well, Teresa, I must be honest with you, the young lady at the desk has just been hired." she said and looked at me.

She looked at me and said, "Teresa, do you like to travel?" "Well, yes, I do." I told her. "How about staying extended weeks out on trips and some out of country? Can you get a passport?" she asked me. "Yes, I love to travel and out of country is not a problem, I am sure I can get a passport." I told her. She slipped off her business jacket and draped it over the back of her chair. "Stand up Dear." she said and I did just that, even with the problem of having sank into the deep chair. She watched me closley. "Walk up and down some for me." she said and I did and asked her, "Am I going to be a model?" and I laughed. She laughed too, "Well, no, not a model but maybe a traveling companion, you know a "girl friday" sort of thing. Would you mind a job like that for at least a year?" she said. I was still walking back and forth and she said to stop and take off the jacket. I did and one of the button came off as I did and landed on the floor. It was the one that is in the middle of the blouse and so the bra was now exposed. "Opps," I said and now turned red. "Things like that happen to me all time especially at the worst time." I said. "Well, I think it was at a very good time." she said smiling and walked to the love seat type couch next to the chair. "Can you give shoulder and back rubs?" she said turning mher back towards me as she sat down. "Yes, I think I am very good at that, My Aunt Claire taught me how." She offered me her back and I began massaging her shoulders that were very strong. Her head leaned forward and she said, moving her hair, "Do the neck." and so I did. "Oh yes, that is nice, very nice." she said.

"Well, at least I see you do not mind close contact." she said after a half hour of massaging. My foreames were tight from the massaging and she saw that and took one at a time and was massaging them all the time talking and looking at my eyes. My hair was mid back length at that time and she said, "do you mind if I do your shoulders and let your hair down?" "No, not if this is part of the interview" I laughed. "It is dear, and the next hour will tell if you get the job of not." She went behind me and her hands undid my hair and it dropped down, "Oh very nice Dear." she said and her face was near my neck. She was rubbing my shoulders and her hands managed to get around to move the collar off my neck and my top button came undone and then the next one leaving my blouse open to below my bra with the button that had come off. "Now the next part is very important" she said. "Okay" I was barely able to get out since my body had already given up. She kissed my neck below the ear and then around the back to the other ear and then back around making my body warm all over. Then she circled my ear with her tongue and it slipped inside making me instantly wet. "How was that?" she asked me. "Oh, that was wonderful." I moaned. "How old are you dear?" she said. "18" I said. "Will you sign a consent form for me dear?" she asked me. "Yes." I said. "Don't you want to know what is expected?" she said. "I don't care, I will do anything that the job takes." I said and she suddenly moved to take my blouse out of the skirt. I stood up and said, "Wait, let me." and I faced her. Slowly I took off the blouse and reached behind and undid my bra. She stood licking her lips and I slowly let the bra fall away. "Oh my god, how can you be 18?" she said and I walked up to her. "who cares," I said, "What else does the job require?" I said and slipped off my skirt and undies. I leaned against the desk and now saw the sculpture, it was two women entwined making love. I picked it up and carressed it and said, "Now this looks nice." and sat it down and walked to her.

"Does the boss stay dressed when she has her employee all naked and wet?" With my weight gain in my last year of high school I was a 40EE now and had just the right curve on my hips. I was shaved nicely and clean and she stood there looking at me. "Well," I said and walked to her and undid her blouse and she had nice 38DD breasts and as I undressed her she had lovely hips and red hair between her legs just closley trimmed. Her hands were on my shoulders pushing me into her chest and I sucked her nipples slowly and made mer moan. "Oh yes, you have the job Dear." she said. "Good, sit down." I said and she sat on the couch and laid back. I sat next to her and kissed her deep and long like Aunt Claire loved to do. She was moaning and moving her body against mine as I slowly kissed her nipples and then to her tummy. She had a nice tatoo of two women again intertwined in a 69 making love. "I love this." I said, "Will my benefits pay for one for me?" I moaned and she said "It will be no problem at all."

She moved her legs apart and I kissed the insides and went to her pussy lips and gave them little bites, "Oh, you have done this before." she said. "Yes, lots of times." i said and she laid back her legs on my shoulders. I licked her slowly the faster as my fingers slipped inside her. She moved against my faceand moaned and began calling my name. "Oh yes, Teresa, this is nice, of we will enjoy some good times together Dear." Suddenly she exploded and her orgasm shook her body and she laid back limp. "Oh my god, that was fabulous." she was saying kissing me as she held me to her. She reached for the intercom and told the girl out front. "Karla, close the door and lock up and come into the office.' she said. She did just that and she opened the door to see us kissing naked on the couch. "Oh my god," she said and almost fainted. "Oh my god, I can't watch this, I have to go." she said and was going out the door and Helen said, "If you leave you will not ever work around here." she said firmly. "But I need the job, please Helen, please." she said almost crying now. Karla is 17 and she is really cute don't you think Teresa?" she said smiling and touching me inside my legs slowly working up to my pussy and as my legs spread she slipped in her fingers until three were in me and I was spreading them and moaning that I thought Karla was cute.

"Come here Karla," she said and she walked over to us shaking. She got me up and she stood in front of her and me at her side. "Don't you like the female body?" she said. "I know you don't like men, they have that 'thing' that hangs down." she said almost spitting the words out. She laned to me and told me to begin seducing her as she watched. I touched her face and she moved. "Now Karla, just give in to what you know you want to do anyway." She stood there and I kissed her and there was no response at all. Her lips were hard and closed. "Oh well, there is another way to do this, undress her Teresa." and I began taking off her clothes as she stood there doing nothing. We walked to another room that was a bedroom behind the office. Helen turned back the sheets and told Karla to lay down in the middle. I got on one side and she on the other. "Now Karla, we are here until you give in Dear, until you begin to enjoy it, understand.?" she said. "Please don't, please?" she said crying now. Now Helen said, "Teresa, if you really want this job, you will help me convince her now matter how long it takes, she is going to give in." she said. I began kissing her breasts that were about a 34B or so and making sure to tease them and they were responding even if her mind was not. Helen was kissing her too and playing with her ody if I was not there then Helen was. After about an hour she had relaxed and Helen had her legs moving apart. "I think Teresa needs to eat you Hunny." she saidand I moved to her legs and got them apart and over my shoudlers and began licking up till I got to her pussy that was not trimed but there was very little there excpet a nice pink pair of lips that were moist. I licked them and spearated them until my tongue slipped inside and Karla moaned, "Oh please no, no I don't want to be a lesbian, please." she was moaning. "Oh but you are my Dear, just like your mother is, and so are you." Helen said and she kised her deep and Karla gave in and kissed her back and wrapped her arms around her and kissed her.

Her legs came apart and she was humping against my face suddenly and after a little while she hada sweet orgasm and laid there kissing Helen and then me. Helen walked to her desk and came back with a strap on and gave it to me, "Here Teresa, she is yours, she is virgin and she is going to give that to you." she said and stood back. I put it on and laid back down thing how strange a young woman with 40EE tits looked with a dildo on. She reached out her arms to me and I laid between her legs, "Oh yes, please fuck me Tersa." she said and she put it at the openeing of her soaking wet pussy. I managed to get some in and she cried in pain, "Oh it hurts, but I want to do it." she said looking into my eyes. "Do ahead." she told me and moved her legs apart and she told me, "Do it fast." and so I plunged into her pussy as she cried out and then began humping against the dildo. "Oh yes, oh, that was good, of yes." and she had an orgasm. I moved from her slowly and there was blood coming out of her pussy onto the bed. The dildo had blood on it too. She stood up and put her arms out to Helen. Helen came to her and they kissed deep. "Thank you so much Mommy." she said and I almost fell over. "Mommy? She is your Mom?" I said. "Yes, she is my daughter and has come to live with me since her Father died. "And now she is really part of the family." she said.

We all dressed and Karla had to have a pad on for her bleeding but she was happy. "Be here tomorrow at 8 sharp." she told me. "and have all the paperwork for the passport and we will get  that tatoo." she said.

I got home and came in beaming, no bra and my jacket off. "Guess what, I got the job." I said to Claire. "I bet that is not all, come to bed and tell me all about it."

Love

Teresa

 I had been hired as a maid. My job was to cater to the guests needs when it came to their rooms & grooming needs. If they wanted help bathing, showering,  finger or toe nails, hair & massaging with hot oils, I did it. I soon found out that the only time I had to myself, was the one day off a week I got. My  days started at 7AM & may not end till 9 or 10PM. 

I was bunked with the supervisor of maid services in her private cabin by the lake. The water was frigid, but many of the staff & guests took quick dips in it before going into on of the saunas. Her name was Amanda. In her mid thirties. Tall & thin compared to most of the other staff. Long auburn hair tied back into a pony tail. Fine facial features. Perfect lips. Her breast still seem firm. Nicely formed legs. Had a slow, sexy walk. Would turn any mans head. I had to admit I enjoyed seeing her walking with a slight sway of the hips. Here I was a 19 year old college student as straight as they came, admiring another womans body.

The fun started on my day off. I had, had my breakfast. Gone for a walk on one of the many trails, arriving back just in time for lunch in the staff dining room. My muscles were aching, so after lunch, I decided to go for a quick dip in the lake & then into the staff sauna.

I was laying there totally nude, with my towel being used as a pillow, when the door opened. It was Amanda. I sat up & never thought about wrapping the towel around me. She held a bottle of white wine in one hand & two tall wine glasses in the other. She put the glasses down, opened the bottle of wine, poured some in each glass & handed me a glass. "To your day off Heather" she said as we touch glasses. "Thank you Amanda" I replied. I took a sip & felt a tingle run through my body as the wine slowly ran down my throat. Amanda loosened the towel she had wrapped around her & let it fall to the floor not five feet from me. I couldn't help but see how perky her breasts were with perfectly round, smooth aroelas, topped with nice pink nipples. I could feel myself getting excited just thinking about touching them. I let my eyes wonder down her body. I gulped when they fell on a nicely shaved pubic area, with just the top of her clit showing. I thought about slipping off the top seat onto the one she was standing almost by, so I could see if the hood of her clit was peeking out from her slit. "Is it the wine or just a hiddened desire to be with another woman" I thought to myself. I let my legs slip down over the seat edge with them open just enough so she could see how cleanly shaven I was. If she had noticed, she gave no indication of it.

She held up the bottle of wine to me. I put my glass out, so she could add some more. She filled it almost to the top. The more wine I drank, the more daring I became. I leaned back against the wall of the sauna & spread my legs some more. She had to see how wet & swollen I was getting. She lifted one leg over then the other of the lower seat & sat facing me. She played with my left toes, foot, ankle & then slowly ran her fingers up my lower leg. We made permanent eye contact. She switch the wine glass to her other hand & did the same to my other legs. I was committed. She handed me the bottle. I filled my glass. She stood up. Picked her towel up off the floor, folded it & placed it directly in front of me. She knelt on it. "Now lets have a little fun" she said as she coached me to move forward so my buttocks was almost resting on the edge of the seat. She spread my legs & slowly ran her hands up & down both the top & inner part of my upper thighs. Not only were her hands, but her eyes too, seducing me. "My aren't you excited" she said as my pussy lips were swollen & my clit sticking its head out. I moaned as I said yes. "Well my dear let me see how I can help you & your excitement."

She began by kissing & licking the inner thigh of one leg from my knee up, across my mons & down the other leg to my knee & then back again. Her hands in the mean time were caressing my abdomen, stomach & breasts. I could not help but moan louder & longer. When her lips grabbed onto my swollen clit, I thought I was going to have an orgasm right then. I held back, cause I want it to be the best one I ever had. I could feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Amanda knew what she was doing & I tried to remember what she was doing to me, so I could do the same to her when it came my turn. "Oh fuck yes" I yelled as the orgasm took control of my body. I held her head tightly to me & thrust my throbbing pussy into her face. She sucked & licked my pussy till all my juice of total ecstacy ebbed from my body. "Did you like that" she asked, as she stood up, leaned toward me & planted one wet kiss on me. I opened my lips & let her cum topped tongue enter my mouth. I had never thought I would taste my own juice, let alone another womans. "Loved it" I told her. We changed places. I did to her what I could remember her doing to me. She put a leg lock on my head & urged me on. After I had finished bring her to orgasmic state & enjoyed her creamy juice, she asked me if this had been my first time with another woman. When I told her yes, she complimented me on how good I had been for my first time giving a woman oral pleasure.That nite I took great pleasure in having her penetrate me with her sex toy, over & over again.

We became lovers. Making love with some of the guest, was just more big money for me. The older ones paid the most. I pretending I was enjoying it. None of it was like when I was with Amada. She made me feel special. I hated the thought of summer ending. As we loaded aboard the helicopter for the flight down, she handed me a letter. When we landed, I found a quite place where I could read it.

"Dear Heather. I have taken an apartment close to the college. I told the managers you will be picking up the keys for the place. They think you are my sister. Little do they know or have to know. Love Amanda."

The days till she arrived were long. I just kept myself busy with my studies. When she did arrive, we made up for lost time.

OH FOR THE LOVE OF ANOTHER WOMAN.

 

“You can sit next to me if you like.” She said.

 

“Okay, I would like that” I replied, as I moved my stuff over closer to her and spread my own towel about five feet away. She rolled over onto her stomach and leaned on her elbows as she stared at me with the greenest eyes I have ever seen. She was a redhead, and absolutely gorgeous, now that I was close enough to see.

 

“Hi, my name is Kathy.” she drawled in some southern accent that I had never heard before. It was sooo sexy that I almost drooled when she spoke. She stared at my body over the top of her sunglasses and then smiled.

 

“You’re sure a cute little thing, aren’t you?” She said, as I blushed, and slowly pulled my little top off revealing my tiny bikini top.

 

“I think I’m too fat! But my name is Jan, and I'm really happy to meet you." I said, as I pulled my tight cutoffs down over my wiggling hips. I almost lost the bottoms of my bikini and had to pull them back up real fast as she caught a glimpse of my little puffy cunt lips and my white little tummy.

 

She giggled and said, “I think you are just right, Jan. I hate really skinny girls, don’t you?”

 

“Yeah, like those models in the mags who are all skin and bones.”

 

“Yes. You have a really sexy little figure, so don’t put yourself down, okay?”

 

“Okay.” I giggled back, as I stretched out on my back in the bright sun. I turned my head and caught her looking at my breasts and licking her lips as little beads of sweat formed on her upper lip. I could see the sides of her large breasts poking out of her suit and my heartbeat went up a notch. God, she was sexy herself!

 

“You are a knockout, you know?” I panted, as I felt my nipples begin to swell and push up the fabric off my breasts so she could easily see I was getting excited looking at her. “I’m sorry I woke you up, go ahead and nap some more if you want.” I said, as I felt moisture slowly working it’s way out of my tight little vagina opening.

 

“I really am tired, was up all night with that jerk of a boyfriend of mine. He is sooo self centered. He never cares about my needs, you know?”

 

“Yeah, been there, done that.” I replied.

“So what did you do?” she asked with one perfect eyebrow raised over her tinted lenses.

 

“I threw him away and got a girl friend.” I said, as I held my breath expecting her to jump up and run.

 

“Really? Hunh. I’ve never been with a girl, what’s it like?” She asked, as I noticed her hips push down on the sand slightly, and her nipples also start to poke out.

 

“Want me to show you?” I asked, hoping I wasn’t going too fast here.

 

“No, that’s alright.” She giggled, as she laid her face down on the towel and grinned at me. “I really think I’ll snooze some more, but thanks for the offer. If I was ever going to do that I would certainly love to do it with a sexy little girl like you, though.”

 

I smiled, and then turned my face to the sun as I dozed myself, feeling the hot sun between my legs starting to make me hornier and hornier. I slowly raised my hand on the side away from her and slid it under my little triangle of cloth on the right side of my bikini top. My nipple swelled some more as I teased it with my fingernail. I glanced over to check on Kathy and she was snoring very softly with her lips parted.

 

God, she was turning me on more and more as I looked her up and down and played with my nipple. “If she is really asleep I can play with both of them.” I thought, as I raised my other hand up and slid my fingers under the cloth. I kept watching her as I got hotter and hotter, until I was moving my hips and running one foot up and down my thigh.

 

I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the sweet sensations coursing through me. As I rubbed and tugged on my nipples the top slid up until I felt the sea breeze blowing over my hot skin. “Do I dare take my top off?” I panted to myself. The thought of her waking up and seeing me half naked made my cunt start to seep moisture again. I reached up and untied the tie at my neck and the one in front and pulled my top completely off and laid it on the sand.

 

I arched my back against my fingers and panted softly as I worked my body toward an orgasm. I opened my eyes and looked at Kathy as she moaned a little in her sleep and slid her hands down under her bikini bottoms. I gasped when I saw that, and I realized she must be having an erotic dream while I was playing with my breasts. I couldn’t stand it anymore and I slid both my hands under the top of my bikini bottoms and plunged my fingers into my sopping wet cunt.

 

The orgasm started slowly and ran up my body as I bit my lip and moaned. I shook violently when the full force hit me and I almost screamed, I was in such sweet agony!

By now my bottoms were down around my thighs and I untied them and pulled them completely off and laid them next to the top beside me. Then I spread my legs wide and fingered my cunt furiously while I ogled Kathy’s body now moving up and down on her own fingers in her sleep.

 

I reached up and grabbed my swollen breasts with one hand as I finger fucked my hot little cunt with the other until the second shock wave rippled through me. I spread my legs as wide as I could and yanked on my swollen clit until I was panting and sweating under the hot sun. The mixture of my sweat and my juices made a slurping sound as I fingered my cunt faster and faster and moaned softly, “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh God.” over and over, as the next orgasm built.

 

I glanced quickly at Kathy’s face and was shocked to see her green eyes staring back at me as her tongue licked her dry lips and she moaned and gasped as her own orgasm hit.

”Oh, God, Jan, that was incredible! You looked so hot fingering your little cunt, it made me cum harder than I ever have before!”

 

“Please, Kathy, take your suit off so I can look at your naked body too?”

 

“Oh, God, I can’t believe I’m doing this.” she panted, as she rose up and literally tore her top off and then yanked on the side of her bottoms until the tie tore loose and the material slid off of her gorgeous rear end. I gasped at the sight of her perfect breasts and huge nipples and jerked up off the towel as another strong orgasm ran through my sweaty little body.

 

She turned on her side to show me her red haired cunt lips as she fingered them and panted and moaned over and over. She was bathed in sweat like me and it dripped off her nipples and made wet spots on her towel. I turned on my side toward her and we stared at each other as we finger fucked our wet cunts faster and faster.

 

"Oh, God, Kathy, I’m about to cum, are you?” I gasped.

 

“Oh, God yesssss” she hissed, as she pumped her fingers faster and grabbed her nipples hard and tugged on them. “Oh, God Jan, I’m cumming, please cum with me, okay?”

 

“Oh yesss, I’m cumming toooo!” I screamed, as I jerked and twitched as the contractions ran up and down my heaving little stomach.

 

“Oh God!” she screamed at the same time, and cum spurted from her cunt lips and poured on her towel and the hot sand to make a puddle by my own between us.

 

As the orgasm waned I slowly fell back down on the towel as she too collapsed and we lay there panting and smiling at each other as we tried to catch our breath.

 

“Jan, if you still want to I would really like to try having sex with a girl, would you mind terribly?” she asked, as she stared into my eyes with a sultry look. I melted on the spot as my heart thundered in my ears hearing the thing I most wanted to hear in the world at that moment.

 

“Oh God, Kathy, I want you so bad, yesss!” I panted, as I got up on my knees and leaned over to run my hand over the side of her face tenderly. She grabbed my fingers and kissed my palm as I moved next to her.

 

“Before we do anything why don’t we go cool off in the sea for a bit” I giggled, as the sweat poured off our hot bodies..

 

“Yeah, that sounds great, I’m soaked here.” She laughed, as we both stood up and started for the water. We walked down to the wet sand at the waters edge and then dove into the next curl as it raced toward the beach. We came up with foam all over our hair and then swam out past the breakers to calmer water. We floated on our backs as we talked and watched the sea gulls soaring and diving in the clear blue afternoon sky.

 

Finally we body surfed in to the beach, and got up laughing. She reached out and held my hand and then we walked back up to our towels to dry in the hot sun. We decided to walk down the beach for a while as we got to know each other better. The sands were still deserted so we just left our suits by the towels and walked naked, feeling the cool sea breeze caress out breasts and between out legs. It was fantastic to be walking with this beautiful redhead next to me and she was constantly staring at my own body as my breasts moved slightly as I walked.

 

We hugged, and giggled, and discussed boys and girls we knew until we were way down by the rocks at the far end of the beach. The constant ebbing and flowing  of the tides had carved a low ledge in the sand and we sat on it as we watched the waves break.

 

Kathy looked at me and I turned and softly kissed her. She sighed and slid her tongue into my panting mouth as I sucked and licked hers at the same time. I pushed her back so she was leaning on her elbows and slowly ran my hand up over her tight stomach. I could feel her tremble and her nipples got really big as they swelled under my touch.

 

“Oh, God!” she whispered, as I ran my hand down to the wet red hairs above her cunt lips. She had shaved so her bikini wouldn’t show any hair poking out, but had left a neatly trimmed patch right above her puffy cunt that I was now running my fingers through. I pushed gently as she opened her shaking legs and my finger slid onto her wet opening as she gasped and jerked her hips.

 

She tried to stand and I shook my head as I moved between her open legs. “Let me show you the way, okay?” I panted, as I forced another finger in beside the other one. She moaned, and threw her head back, and then closed her eyes, as I began to finger fuck her while I ran my other hand up and down her quaking body. She shivered as I pulled out on her big nipples, and I felt more of her juices wetting my plunging fingers.

 

I kept it up until she was gasping and moaning.

 

”Oh God, Jan! Your fingers feel soo good inside me. Oooh, what did you just touch in there? Ohmigod! I feel like I’m about to pee and cum at the same time! Oh, shit, Jan, fuck me faster, honey, please. Unh, unh, unh, unh. Oh God I’m gonna’ cum again, oh Jaaaaaaaan!” She screamed, as she gushed all over my hand and twitched and jerked on the soft sand.

 

 Each contraction lifted her up in the air as her stomach muscles tightened and then released over and over. She flayed around as another orgasm hit, and she grabbed my wrist and pulled my fingers in deeper as she screamed out again and again, from the intense spasms running up and down her sweaty body. Finally I let her come down as I kissed her breasts and belly button and licked her soft red cunt hair.

 

“Wow! What a turn on!” she said, as she pulled me up on top of her, and kissed me hard on the mouth. “You must have done this before!” she giggled, as I licked her lips and bit her lower lip gently.

 

“Yeah, once or twice.” I giggled back, as I slid down over her sweaty body and ran my tongue up into her outer cunt lips and nibbled on her hard little clit. She jerked up off the sand and grabbed my hair and shoved my face hard against her mound as she spurted cum into my open mouth. Her cunt lips were trembling as I licked and sucked her through two more intense orgasms.

 

“Oh, shit, Jan, please stop, I can’t take any more!” She cried, as she rolled around on the now wet sand.

 

“Oh, alright. If you insist.” I giggled, as I bit her clit one last time playfully. I reached out and pulled her to her feet and we walked down to rinse off in the ocean. We splashed around for a while as we hugged and kissed until I was getting so turned on my cunt was dripping down my leg.

 

“It looks like the little girl has a problem.” She laughed, as she tweaked one of my rock hard nipples. I gasped, and grabbed her hand and crushed it against my swollen breast. She grabbed the other one and then tugged and twirled the little nubs between her fingers until I was going wild with lust.

 

“Oh, Kathy, please make love to me now, okay? “ I panted, as I threw my arms around her neck and crushed her beautiful body against mine. I rubbed my nipples back and forth over hers as she ran her fingers down to my cunt and slid one nail up and down my wet little slit. I jerked at her touch and pushed my hips forward as I grabbed her hand and started humping it feverishly.

 

She curled three finger tips up in me and I fucked them harder and harder until I felt the orgasm start up my straining little body. She was really strong and held me tight as she fucked me, and it felt sooooo good! I slid my leg between hers and she pushed her own cunt hard against it as she started humping me too. Then she pushed me back and I fell to the wet sand at the waters edge. A wave petered out on the beach and the wash surged up my gaping cunt around her fingers and I screamed at the intense orgasm as it jerked me around and around. I gripped the wet slippery shore as she continued to pound in and out until I was screaming constantly, “Fuck me, fuck me, and fuck me! Oh God! FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!!!!!” over and over, as I jerked my hips up off the sand and squirmed and shuddered out more orgasms.

 

She wiped my stringy blonde curls out of my dripping wet face and helped me up. I held onto her body tight as we staggered up the beach to our towels. I flopped down as she tenderly wiped the last of the seawater off me. Then she picked up a blanket that she had with her and spread it out and we laid back on it to dry off and snuggle in the waning sunlight. As the cool air blew off the waves I pulled our towels over us and we were snug as a bug under them.

 

We heard footsteps in the sand and looked up at two guys and their dates coming down from the dunes behind us. They stared at us lying there, and then the girls giggled and the guys smiled knowingly at the two lesbian girls lying close together under their towels with apparently nothing on, since our bikinis were lying in the sand next to us.

 

They moved down the beach a ways and set their cooler down and spread their own blankets out. We watched as the girls pulled their sweatshirts off to reveal stunning figures wrapped in the sexiest bikinis we had ever seen! They had tiny little pouches in front that barely covered their cunts and the tops were almost non existent just barely covering their nipples. The thong like outfits revealed their cute buns completely to our gaze and we both shuddered with desire to go fuck them right then!

 

I caressed Kathy’s breast as she moaned in my ear, “Oh, God, Jan, I’m turning into such a slut here. I want to eat them both while you watch me and I want you to eat me right now while they watch. God, what have you done to me?”

 

I ran my tongue into her ear and sucked noisily as she shuddered and gasped loudly. She pushed my hand down between her legs and I ran my fingers up her wet cunt as she panted and moaned. The guys were looking at us and their shorts did little to hide the fact that they were both getting rock hard. Their dates giggled, and then reached down and grabbed their bulges as they jerked and gasped while ogling us making out under the towels.

 

“Jan, pull my towel down, okay?” Kathy panted in my face as I stared into her beautiful green eyes. “I want them to see me naked while you finger fuck me. Oh God, I’m soo wet!”

 

I smiled at her half closed eyes and ran my fingernail down across her tight stomach under her towel and she jerked and gasped as I did. “Oh, God, Jan, I’m starting to cum again. I can’t believe how horny I am since we met this morning; I can’t seem to get enough! You’re driving me crazy with lust, you meany.” She panted, as she fucked up against my fingers driving in and out of her sopping wet cunt.

 

The motion of her hips thrashing around caused her towel to slide slowly off her straining body until the group watching us gasped as her naked body suddenly was revealed as it finally fell completely off. I smiled at them as I fingered her harder and harder, and the girls’ mouths hung open in awe as they rubbed their date’s shorts faster and faster. Then Kathy screamed as she bucked up off the sand and spurted her sweet juices all over my hand. At that same moment I heard the guys moan and watched as cum spurted down their legs from under their baggy shorts.

 

I turned and slid my tongue down over Kathy’s smooth belly to her red cunt hair. She pulled my body over her so my own cunt was directly over her face, and then she plunged her tongue up between the outer lips of my wet cunt, too. My towel was falling off as we sucked and licked each other totally oblivious to the group watching us now. The waning sun shown on our glistening sweaty bodies as we ate each other.

 

We gasped and moaned in unison until we both came together. I licked hungrily at her soft cunt as she ran her tongue up and down my own slit sucking all the moisture into her hot mouth as she panted.

 

Finally we collapsed with our heads between each others legs. We heard applause break out and looked up to see the group standing over us grinning and clapping at our naked bodies sixty nined on the blanket. I rolled off Kathy and we both grinned back at them as they offered us each a beer and toasted us with theirs.

 

“Great show!” one of the guys said as his date ran her hand over his softening penis down the front of his shorts. The other girl was stroking her date in the same way with her hand down under his shorts, too. The two guys were hugging the girls to their sides as they panted and moved their hips as the fondling increased.

 

We slid over on our knees and pulled their shorts down as their rigid cocks sprang into view. Kathy helped the one girl jack off her date while I fondled the other ones balls and licked the throbbing head with the tip of my little pink tongue. It didn’t take but a few seconds before they erupted and shot white sprays of cum all over our faces and the grasping hands of their dates.

 

We all laughed as we wiped them off with our towels and then they walked over to their own blanket and stretched out to recover. The two girls stayed and knelt by us as we chatted and giggled about the afternoon’s activities. I saw one girl, who said her name was Kasey, ogling me when she thought I wasn’t looking and Kathy noticed and grinned at me.

 

“Looks like someone wants to fondle your cute little clit.” She whispered in my ear, as the girl blushed and her friend laughed. I stared her in the eyes as I ran my fingers over her bikini clad little tits and she gasped as she blushed. But she didn’t move away as I slid one finger under the elastic and traced my nail across her stiff little nipple. She gasped and put her own hand over mine and squeezed my fingers into her swelling breast.

 

Kathy slid over and did the same to her other nipple and the other girl panted as she watched us playing with her friend. Then we pulled her top off and tugged on her stiff little nubs until she was moaning and trembling from out caresses. We stood her up and untied her bikini bottoms and let them fall to the sand revealing her pretty little shaved cunt lips and the moisture seeping out of them. I licked my lips at the sight and my own cunt erupted as I shuddered out another orgasm. Kathy was fingering her fleshy cunt as I leaned over and sucked one little nipple deep into my mouth.

 

Her friend watched as she removed her bikini and fondled her own nipples and fingered her cunt. I looked over at her and something in my head rang a bell. I stopped what I was doing and just stared at her. She looked at me questioningly, and said, “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” I wracked my brain and finally realized what was troubling me. I knew this girl! I had seen her picture on the internet!

 

A short while back some guy had sent me pictures of a girl who he pretended to be, to try and coax me to send him my naked photos. This had to be her, or her exact twin! I stared some more until she blushed and dropped her eyes to the sand.

 

“Have you ever had a boyfriend in England?” I asked.

 

“Yeah, I did a few months ago, why? And how could you possibly know that?” She stammered with fear in her eyes.

 

 “Because he sent me your pictures on the net.” I replied, as she stared at me in total shock.

 

“He couldn’t have!” She replied, as she licked her dry lips.

 

“Your name is Tishy, right?”

 

“Oh. My God! I can’t believe this! Who are you, and why are you telling me this stuff?”

 

‘I write stories for a sex site on the web under the pen name DeeDee18. Have you ever heard of me?” I asked.

 

“Oh, shit! Sure I have. My boyfriend wrote to tell me he was trying to write to you. What a small world! Are you really her? How incredible is that?” She said, as she shuddered and looked at me searchingly.

 

“Yes I am, and I have thought about your sweet face and sexy body many times since then, and have wanted to eat you so bad that I lay awake nights playing with myself while staring at your tight body and those yummy looking breasts and nipples and your sweet looking cunt lips. And here you are in the flesh, and even more stunning than I imagined!” I panted, as my cunt leaked on the sand and my nipples swelled so hard that they ached looking at her.

 

“Ohmigod! That is amazing! You really want me that bad, hunh? Well here’s your chance sweetie, get over here and eat me now!” She panted with that sweet little glint in her eye, as I knelt before her parted legs and looked up at her wet slit above my face. I reached around to fondle her tight buns as I buried my face in her smooth mound and ran my tongue up her hot cunt.

 

“Oh God. How I’ve imagined this moment!” I gasped, as I sucked on her clit hungrily. She smiled down at me and giggled as she swept her honey streaked hair over my head. “You like that, little one?” she panted.

 

“Umm hum.” I mumbled as I worked my tongue deeper into her wet cunt. I licked up and down on her inner lips until her hips began to move and her breath was coming in short gasps as she ground her cunt into my face.

 

“Oh, God, Jan, or whoever you are, you feel soo good in there. Suck me harder, harder. Bite my clit! Yessss.” She panted, as I nibbled and tugged with my teeth on her stiff nub. Then she stiffened, and I felt her warm juices flow into my mouth as she shook from her orgasm. She bucked against my face repeatedly until the contractions eased and she let her breath out in a rush.

 

“Oh, man, you are good!” She panted, as she ran her fingers through my hair and then kissed the top of my head. I looked up into her eyes and smiled as I grabbed her buns and ran a finger up and down her smooth crack. She gasped, and then giggled, as I stood up and kissed her and ran my tongue over her sweet lips and stared into those mischievously beautiful eyes.

 

By now Kathy had the other girl totally exhausted so they staggered over to their blankets and flopped down on their boyfriends and fell asleep in their arms. I hugged Kathy, and then we picked up our stuff and shook the sand out and folded everything up. We walked up the dunes to our cars exchanging phone numbers and kissing and hugging all the way.

 

As I drove down the highway I recalled the day, and the miraculous meeting with Tishy and Kathy, and I smiled as I headed for the airport to fly back to my little lover Angie to regale her with my latest escapade. She would be sooo jealous!

 

                                - deedeeo18@hotmail.com -

When their hair is long enough, I have decided that they will wear it up when they leave the house in keeping with Sarah's Amish background. Mandy is the most proficient with any bun style, French twist or upswept hairstyle. Sarah learned simple buns and braids growing up.

Naturally they will wear makeup to enhance their natural beauty and colorful stylish clothing, not the severe Amish dresses and head coverings of Sarah's past life; before she became my slave.  I have on occasion required them to dress exactly alike, especially when we all go out for dinner.

I find women who wear their long hair pinned up to be very attractive.  This type of hairstyle is both elegant and practical; it is also an issue of control; a slave must know her place. Minnie understood this when she was Mistress Minerva; she understands it now and is powerless to change anything.

She wore her beautiful thick and silky red hair long and deliberately kept her slaves hair cut short...control and dominance. Minnie did not want them more beautiful then she. Minerva wanted all the attention for herself.  Minerva understood my preference, fetish if you will, for women with long hair.  She teased me with hers. 

Minnie fixed her hair in a pretty bun on the day of her betrayal; she thought to entice and arouse me under the pretence of making up.

As one consequence of her failed coup, I initially had Minnie's hair trimmed and thinned by Mandy every three weeks to maintain the pixie haircut that she imposed on Mandy. 

I started allowing Minnie's hair to grow out seven months into her sentence. Minnie now has a modified bowl cut; five inches long on top, the longer bowl section curving just above her ears; full and thick on the back and sides. Mandy choose this style, as it will grow out easily to a blunt bob when the time comes.  Minnie hates her hair short.  Even though I prefer it longer, I have decided that she will keep this style for now.  It will require her to try even harder for my attention and approval considering that there are three younger slave girls in my household that have hair longer then hers.   

It may seem odd to some that I refer to them as girls.  Mandy just turned thirty-two, Katherine is thirty-four, while Sarah is the youngest, at twenty-five, the baby of my slave women.  Which brings us to Minnie, the oldest, she will be thirty-seven tomorrow.

Minnie can easily pass for a woman in her late- twenties and is the most beautiful of my four slave girls. She is the closest to me in age, I being forty-two. Minnie is one of those rare, lucky women who will be a classical beauty well into her seventies. Nevertheless that is how I affectionately think of them and often address them as my girls.

 I take no pleasure on the restrictions that I imposed on her because of her betrayal. They were necessary for the good of the household. Minnie is a slave, nothing more nothing less, and her status in the Sanctorum now greatly diminished: a slave and a servant to slaves.  Order and discipline must be maintained, countered with fairness and kindness.

As one of her restrictions, Minnie is required to sleep alone in the basement under the most Spartan of conditions. The first month, secured to her pole in a sitting position.  For the remaining time she was given a thin neoprene mat for the floor and a quilt that Sarah made for her from coarse cotton material; she will sleep on the floor leashed to the pole; a plastic bucket for her sanitary needs.

On her birthday, this final restriction will be lifted; Minnie will to be allowed to sleep in a proper bed and given clothing. In the event that she backslides, I reserve the right to modify the conditions at any time. 

I am not one for orgies in the Master Bedroom, my bedroom. I prefer to sleep with one girl at a time. I must clarify what I mean by "sleep with".

At night, when it is bedtime, when it is time to sleep, as we all must, I will select one of my girls to share my bed for the night, which includes her pleasuring me. For minor offences and as a punishment, the offending girl may be leashed to the bedpost and made to sleep naked on the floor at the foot of the bed.

Not that I have not had two or three of my girls at once; I prefer to do this during the day.  The girls look forward to their "special time" at night. Each of my girls has their assigned bedroom for those nights they are not with me. 

Two months into Minnie's sentence, Princess spent a night sleeping on the floor for thinking that she could punish and/or abuse Minnie when nobody was watching. What she did is not important; it shall remain in the family; between my girls and I.  

What is important is that she now realizes what she done was petty and greatly disappointed me. I expected better from her and told her so in private.

 Every Saturday morning, I gather my girls together for a household meeting. Any concerns and suggestions are discussed; of course, I remain the final arbiter. . Everyone is assigned household chores for the week.

Mandy and Katherine still have their occupations and their schedule is discussed and taken into consideration.  I allow them to work because it pleases me. That Saturday, I held court on Sarah's offences with the girls present: Mandy, Katherine and Minnie, naked and collared, made to assume the position, which is only proper.  Sarah was stripped of her clothing and secured to the pole in a standing position; her hands above her head, her legs hobbled at her ankles.

Sarah was required to confess her transgressions against Minnie and then offer her a public apology. I then removed my garrison belt and applied it to Sarah's buttocks; two forceful cracks for each offence against Minnie.  I let it be known that this behavior will not be tolerated by any of my girls against another. 

I released Sarah from the pole and she immediately assumed the position next to the other girls. I adjured court and directed them to heel and then stand. 

Assuming the position is common slave etiquette practiced by the Sanctorum. The slave girl will kneel with her hands flat on the floor, crossed, with her forehead on her hands.  Her ass will be higher then her head, her feet will be together. To heel is for the girl is to kneel with her back straight, arms straight and crossed in front, with her head up looking at her Master or Mistress. 

To my surprise and satisfaction, Sarah still crying, walked over to Minnie, offered her hand, and quietly apologized again.  Minnie not only took Sarah's hand accepting her apology, but actually hugged Sarah, tears starting to form in her eyes as well. Looking at Mandy and Katherine's faces I knew what would happen next; I went upstairs to let them have their moment, well satisfied with the outcome; Minnie showing genuine humility; one of my favorite attributes in a slave girl.  Sarah's transgression was expunged with her punishment; I will not bring it up again.

That evening, I went downstairs to check on Minnie for the first time. Up until then, the girls took care of her needs: I ignored her, never going to the basement.  Minnie immediately assumed the position. "Minnie, heel."  When she complied, I gently touched her face resting my hand on the top of her head.  This was only the second time that I talked to her and the first time I touched her or showed her any affection since the Sanctorum returned her to me.  "You do not have permission to speak to me."  "Tomorrow you will be allowed upstairs during the day for the rest of your sentence."  I added, continuing to caress her face and hair and looking into her beautiful green eyes. 

"You will eat your meals alone in the kitchen and then serve us ours in the dinning room "You will take cooking lessons from Sarah and help her clean the house"  " Every Saturday morning, you will attend the household meeting" "The girls and I will discuss your progress; you will remain silent and listen." 

"You may use one of the girl's two bathrooms, specifically the toilet and sink."   "You will be allowed to take one cold shower a day.... alone."  " Your use of hot water will be restricted to hand washing, food preparation and house cleaning." "Your sleeping arrangements will remain the same.... for now."

"Go to your sleeping mat and lie down."   Minnie quickly complied.  I attached her leash to the pole and covered her with her quilt and rubbed her head one final time.  That was the second time I left her crying by her pole.

Sunday morning Minnie was to be allowed upstairs for the first time.  It was Mandy's turn to share my bed that previous night and she liked to cuddle and have me play with her hair when I awoke, followed by breakfast in bed just for the two of us, served by Katherine or Sarah when I called for it. 

Mandy was full of questions as were Sarah and Katherine, they all being excited about Minnie being allowed upstairs. This too pleased me greatly; I made an exception and we all had breakfast in bed together.

I answered their questions; implemented most of their suggestions, then gave them their instructions, receiving many hugs and kisses.  Afterwards, Mandy and I showered together while Katherine and Sarah had their showers, dressed and waited for us in the library.

I sent Sarah to bring Minnie upstairs, while I waited in the library, sitting in my favorite chair, my feet on the matching ottoman.

Katherine and Mandy met them at the top of the stairs and then escorted Minnie to their bathroom and dressing room to get her presentable for my viewing.

From the beginning, Minnie was given a toothbrush, toothpaste, dental floss, antiseptic mouthwash and castile soap for her personal needs. She was allowed to wash in the slop-sink, as was Princess.

Now Minnie was given shampoo and conditioner and allowed a cold shower. Next she was given a full body wax and is told that I will allow her to shave her armpits and legs. 

Minnie covered her mouth during the wax, tears running down her face; how the tables are turned!  Minnie always kept her public hair full, but trimmed and shaped; shaved vaginas were for slaves...need I say more?

One Saturday, during our household meeting, Katherine told me that Minnie hated needles and that was why she never wears earrings or had her ears pierced. Each of my beautiful girls was given a gift of an identical pair of 18-karat gold hoop earrings. The earrings are a symbol of their bondage and they are required to wear them except when showering or sleeping.

They share a communal jewelry chest that is located on the second floor in a bedroom room I converted into a dressing room; complete with floor to ceiling mirrors, and a walk- in -closet. The closet contains identical items of clothing in each of the girl's sizes, including Minnie's.  The room also has vanity tables and chairs. 

The antique jewelry chest is the size of a large chest of drawers. It is filled exclusively with sterling silver jewelry, earrings, bracelets, necklaces, pins, broaches and hair accessories: combs and barrettes.

The chest contains just about every semi-precious stone available: turquoise, ambers, garnets, amethysts, and onyx: lapis lazuli, tanzanite, sapphires and citrines: tourmaline and spinals, corals, jade, carnelian, jasper and aquamarine, to name a few and illustrate the variety the chest contains. Every piece is duplicated in four: Minerva must earn access to the chest, as she must her 18-karat hoops. 

They enjoy dressing and modeling for me, as I delight in watching them. Having two or three beautiful female companions, while out in public, regardless of the activity shared is most gratifying.  Even at home on most nights we dress for dinner and eat in my formal dining room; they may make a selection of jewelry from the chest to go with their ensemble.

I make time for these life's pleasures, they follow their schedule, help each other out and get along like sisters; sisters in bondage, but sisters; As I have said before, I have my own methods.

This Sunday morning, Minnie will not have her ears pierced. Katherine will perform the procedure; Minnie will have her vertical clitoral hood pierced for an 18-karat ball closure ring; all my girls wear one.  Minnie fainted twice during the procedure and the girls teased her about it.

When Minnie gained her composure, and stopped crying, they had her stand in front of the full-length mirror in their dressing room. They showed her their gold closure rings, then hugged and congratulated her, they being proud of theirs.

Masters and Mistresses of the Sanctorum have offered me millions for Minnie. Many of them are cruel taskmasters. Some Mistresses offering to purchase her are formal rivals jealous of her beauty. They would abuse and degrade her for no other reason then they can, the atrocities they would heap upon her...........

To other Dominants, Minnie is merely a novelty, a status symbol to amuse themselves and then discard.  She could be sold or traded multiple times, the temperament of her new owner, the luck of the draw. Fortunately most Masters and Grand Masters are of my vein. We work diligently to sanction, purge or if necessary, terminate these undesirables.

In my opinion Minnie used her crop far too freely on Mandy and Katherine, and then she mostly ignored them in her quest to become Grand Mistress.  Those two months alone in the basement gave her much to think about, as well as myself.

Princess has been my slave the longest and knows my mind. I telling her that I was disappointed in her and telling her I expected better of her, no doubt hurt her more then the belt.  Sarah loves me as I love her. My Katherine...my Mandy, our house would be empty without them. In the short time I have owned them, I have grown to love them as well, but each in different way then Sarah; I can't put it into words and I pride myself in logic and reason.

I have known Minnie the longest; first as Minerva, who I met at her dance school after my acrimonious divorce; then as my dance partner; we won many competitions together; Finally as Mistress Minerva of the Sanctorum; my salvation and blessing.  Minerva was my marvelous teacher, my mentor and part time lover. Minerva, I loved from the first. How foolish, how weak and damn obstinate.... prideful...asinine and obtuse, we both were, Master, Mistress.... afraid of three words.  I have forgiven Minnie for her betrayal.

Yet, a Master I remain with responsibility to the Sanctorum and the women that I love. This is the life we chose, Minnie and I. We are of the Sanctorum. We must play our parts; until death do us part. I will keep my word to former Grand Mistress Maude and Grand Master Arthur.  I will work with him to secure the values of the Sanctorum.

After awhile there was a knock on the library door, "Come in ladies" I answered in response to the knock. Katherine slid the double pocket doors open and entered the room first in a beautiful sea green dress, her hair and makeup done to perfection. She had selected a silver and green tourmaline bracelet, ring, and chain with a heart shaped pendant to go with the dress. Next was Mandy in the identical dress in pale blue, choosing lapis lazuli for her stone; hair and make-up perfect. 

Then my Sarah in a pale rose version, her hair up in a French twist with two silver and red garnet hair combs and a red garnet bracelet, make-up, perfect; blood red lipstick, luscious.  Minnie entered last, naked and collared. Her red hair freshly washed and her face scrubbed, pink and glowing with health. 

While confined to the basement, and per my instructions, the girls saw to it that she received good healthy meals and multiple vitamin/ mineral supplements as well as requiring Minnie to do her stretching and exercises, most times doing them with her.

  As they each entered, they assumed the position, in a neat row, right to left, all four girls barefoot. "You may heel ladies"

I put my coffee cup on the coaster, got up from the chair and walked to Katherine. "You may stand Katherine my dear and I must say you look lovely" Katherine put her arms around my neck and kissed my mouth. "Thank you Michael" She replied smiling, followed by my arms around her waist and then kissing her mouth, as she tried to speak  "If you want".... Kiss..."your lunch".... Kiss..."on time".... Kiss, Kiss...."you will have to let me go".... Kiss...."So I can set the table!"

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" "I was rather busy and my mind was elsewhere." I said, Kiss.  Putting her hand in over of my mouth, "I said if you want your lunch on time you have to let me go to set the table." Katherine repeated, laughing. "Very well then, don't let me stop you. "I said, smiling and letting go; Katherine left. 

"Mandy" I said offering her my hand, helping her stand.  "That color brings out your blue eyes, my little peach" "Is my shirt pressed, my black shoes shined; my suit laid out?" " Have you chosen a tie for me?" I asked. "I'm not telling you." she said, pouting "Why won't you tell me?" "Because you have not kissed me yet" she answered. "I already kissed you earlier, peaches, you were with me all last night." "That does not count."  Mandy replied.  "I vote with Mandy" Sarah added.  "See, it's two against one, Master you lose!"

"Well then Mandy.... Princes, we will see about that." I will take you both on!" With a girl in each arm, I received many hugs and kisses, each girl trying to out do the other. Finally, declaring a truce, I sent them on their way, closing the doors behind them.

"Minnie you may stand."  Minnie put her hand to the base of her throat, a gesture that I first taught Sarah, then the other girls, requesting permission to speak. "No you may not speak." "Put your hands behind your head."  "Very nice, leave them there" I walked around her, looking at her from all angles. Cupping her breasts and stroking them, feeling her nipples grow hard, I said, "My magnificent Minnie" "Your breasts are as I remember them; round, firm and perfect." "Spread your legs for your Master."  

I stroked her smooth hairless vagina commenting, "I like it better this way." 

" Do you remember your little joke, when you shaved me." "You said that you didn't want hair in your mouth when you went down on me." "When it was your turn, you refused to let me shave you saying only female slaves were shaved." "I was a good sport about it." "I now prefer it that way"

"It is shaved again "My girls prefer it that way." "It is such a little concession to them, yet pleases them greatly."

Feeling her wetness, I commented, "I do not recall you being so easily aroused Minnie, it must be your closure ring." I added, stroking her vagina, parting her lips.... touching her clitoris.  "You know my dear, you have a beautiful pussy."  "Luscious and plump, meant to be stroked and probed." "Assume the position"

I continued stroking her clitoris, feeling her juices flow, aroused at my touch. " "A most vulnerable position, don't you agree."? "I could enter you right now my girl, or I could use the crop on your exposed bottom." "I still have yours."   I added, removing her crop from my inner robe pocket.

"As I recall, you were quite fond of using it on your girls for any reason." "Not that you beat them to leave welts or cuts.... but as you often told me, "To motivate".............to motivate."  "You are a very intelligent women Minnie, as well as a beautiful one; a Harvard Graduate."  "To your credit, you observe everything, take in every detail; you analyze everything." "I will not beat you with your crop." "You have done nothing wrong." You have not irritated or annoyed me since you have been here." "I actually am quite pleased with you." I added, dropping the crop to the floor.

"On the night that the Sanctorum returned you to me, I told you that you would have to earn the right to serve me."  "The fact that you forgave Sarah was your first step." "Your humility makes you the girl's equal now." "You are no longer their servants." "You will work beside them and learn."

"I will take you into my confidence again." "You will not repeat this to the other girls, although. I am sure that they know it." "You are the most beautiful of my girls." " "In fact, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever known." "My girls are not jealous of one another and I love them for that."

"I have been thinking much of you these past months Minerva."   "How foolish, how weak and damn obstinate.... prideful...asinine and obtuse, we both were, Master, Mistress.... afraid of three words we knew to be true."  "We are of the Sanctorum, you and I." "This is the life we both chose of our own free will."

 " I have a responsibility to uphold the values of the Sanctorum." "Order and discipline will be maintained in my household." "You know the absolute importance of this having been a Mistress." "I have a duty to the welfare of my girls; in return for their loyalty, and obedience.... their love."

"Now for your betrayal...I forgive you." "I will never bring up the subject again." "Your punishment shall remain." "Your transgression shall be expunged when the terms of your punishment ends."

"Stand and face your Master" "You have beautiful eyes, beautiful emerald green eyes and I never told you just how beautiful I thought they were." "I should have told you long before this."  Closing mine, I gently ran my hands through her short red hair, then caressed her face, neck; moving to her shoulders, down her back to her trim waist, stopping at her shapely ass and squeezing it lightly. I moved back up, caressing and stroking, until I again was holding her face in my hands. Sighing with pleasure, I opened my eyes and kissed her beautiful face.

Minnie reached up and touched her cheek where I kissed her looking down. I could see her bottom lip quiver if she wanted to say something, or was about to cry, but she quickly mastered her emotions and looked up. I could see suppressed anger flash in her green eyes, like a hot green flame.

 "You have permission to speak."  I offered. "You may speak freely without fear of punishment." I was giving her the opportunity to vent.  "You can be such a bastard, Master."  "That being said, I give you my word I will do my best to please you.," she added. "I have no where else to go."

"May I kiss you Master?"  Minnie asked sweetly.  "You certainly may." I answered, crossing my arms, guessing what would come next. "I've changed my mind." "I don't think I shall."  Minnie said, tossing her head, as she used too when her hair was long.   "May I be dismissed Master, I have my duties to perform?"

"You may address me as Michael." "After all, we do have a history together."  I offered. "Oh no, Master, that would not be proper."

"I will certainly do so if you order me to, Master." 

"You are dismissed Minnie."   Sarah is probably in the kitchen." Just as she reached the door, I said " And Minnie."  "Yes Master" she said stopping and turning to look at me. "You are welcome."

."   Minnie continued walking, swearing under her breath, in Gaelic, a language that she was most fluent being Irish on her mother's side and taught to her on grandmother's knee.  "Minnie!"..........."Yes Master" she said, stopping again, turning and smiling sweetly. "Please bring me another cup of coffee, you know how I like."

I knew from the start how obstinate she could be...and impertinent if given the chance to speak freely when we were alone. I took it for granted that Minnie knew better to be impertinent in front of the girls.  I also knew in my heart she would eventually come around.  If she hated me, she would have told me so in no uncertain terms.  I do not desire to break her spirit. I have no interest in a fawning drone.  I can wait her out.... I have three other girls to pleasure me.

 Minnie always enjoyed making love to me as a free woman, but now, Minnie will never beg for sex, no matter how much she wants it. I can just take her if I desire, but I do not want her that way. Minnie will figure a way around it to save what dignity she has left.... when she is comfortable with her new found title: slave, and when she is ready.

Approximately seven months into her sentence was another turning point for her. Minnie was true to her word and she did try very hard to fit in doing her share of the household chores and more. I was spending more time with her. 

I made it a point to kiss her every morning and evening.  When I walked by her, I often touched her, my hands lingering most intimately. Minnie never returned my kisses or my touches, although I could tell she enjoyed them.  Minnie always addressed me as Master.

The turning point came on a hot Friday afternoon in June.  Katherine and Mandy were at work. Katherine would be home at her regular time.

 It was the wedding season and Mandy's Salon, my Salon was booked late into the evenings for women and girls getting their hair styled for upcoming weddings.  Mandy would not be home until 8:00 PM.  It was money in my pocket, but it was not as if I needed it; I was now much wealthier then before.  Grand Master Arthur was true to his word when he told me, "the fifty will remember your generosity."  Grand Master Arthur introduced me to people and allowed me to invest in private ventures that allowed me to increase my wealth five-fold.

Sarah and Minnie were canning blueberries in the kitchen. There were flats of blueberries stacked on the back porch, along with new unopened boxes of canning jars.  Sarah took my pickup truck to town, to buy more sugar, pectin and labels for the jars of pie filling and preserves that she was planning to put up. 

Minnie was in the kitchen, taking them out of the baskets and washing them, putting them into colanders to drain and then be sorted for spoils; finally to be put into large bowls.  The counters and kitchen table, kitchen chairs were covered with huge bowls of fresh blueberries, waiting for Sarah to show Minnie the next step in the process.

I was outside splitting wood for my fireplaces and wood stove. Our central air was down; I had it apart earlier that morning trying to fix it, but the compressor was shot. I called the manufacturer's 1-800 number and ordered the part; it would be delivered Monday. I had a load of small logs delivered the day before and was enjoying my workout. The temperature was in the high eighties and it was very muggy. 

I was stripped to the waist and perspiring heavily with the good sweat of manual labor. Minnie was in and out of the house replenishing my pitcher of ice water with fresh ice and checking frequently to make sure the water was fresh and cold.  I did not ask her to do this, I generally drank from the hose; I am not complaining, I am pleased with her thoughtfulness.

At one point I heard a scream, followed by a crash. I dropped my splitting maul and ran into the house to see if she was hurt.  I found Minnie sitting on the floor

in a pile of spilled, and now squashed blueberries.  When Minnie is in the kitchen preparing food, or is cleaning with harsh chemicals, she is allowed appropriate clothing.... common sense.

Today because of the oppressive heat, all she was wearing to wash berries was an apron.

There were blueberries everywhere and empty overturned bowls littering floor.  Bowls were overturned on the counter; but it gets better, the kitchen faucet was broken at the base; water was shooting up to the ceiling, splashing, then running down the walls, spilling over the counters onto the floor; I was trampling blueberries trying to get to her.  Moving the overturned chair she was standing on before she fell, I knelt beside her in the mashed blueberries.

"Minerva, are you hurt?" "I'm fine, look at the mess I just made."  "Are you sure you are not hurt?"  "I'm fine, it was an accident."  Helping her to her feet, and trying not to laugh, I asked "What were you doing standing on a chair when there is a step-stool in the pantry?" "I was trying to get a bowl down." Minnie answered, looking down. "It was heavy and my hands were wet." "It slipped out of my hands, and when I tired to catch it I fell and broke our sink." "Accidents happen, I'm just glad you are not hurt."

I squatted to reach underneath the sink and turn off the water at the shut off valve; the handle broke off at the stem when I tried to force it.

Getting up, I turned and saw that Minnie had taken off her ruined apron and was now trying to reach a spilled bowl of berries that ended up under the table; she slipped on the mess on the floor, landing on her stomach; now she was covered front and back, the berries staining her beautiful smooth skin, swearing under her breath in Gaelic.

 I started laughing and couldn't stop. "Stop laughing at me."  "This is not at all funny." "I have to clean this mess.  She added, her eyes flashing with anger.

"Yes, you.... ha, ha, I, ha, ha.... you're right it is not funny."  I answered, trying to stifle the next laugh and keep a straight face, but not succeeding "It is hysterical and you look ridiculous!" "Ha, ha ha ha ha...I...ha, ha, ha, can't look at you." and I turned my back to her just shaking with laughter.

 Minnie came up behind me, her hands full of squashed blueberries and smashed them on my shoulders, pushing her hands up my neck into my hair.  I turned to her in disbelief. Smiling, Minnie reached for my face with her slender hands full of berries and rubbed them on my cheeks, painting my mouth, neck and chest with berry juice and pulp as if I were her canvas.

Minnie reached down for more, this time rubbing the blueberries on her mouth, neck and breasts; fascinated, all I could do was watch.

Putting her arms around my neck, Minnie gave me a deep, lingering kiss, tasting like blueberries.  Giving her my best stern look, and covered in blueberries I admonished "I should take my belt to you for that." "I don't understand?"  She said innocently, "Do you mean for kissing you, Master?"

 "I asked you for your permission." You certainly did not." I replied.  "I most certainly did."  "When did you ask permission to kiss me?"  "The day you first brought me upstairs to the library."  "That was over five months ago." I replied. "Do you withdraw your permission for me to kiss you, Master?"

"That depends, do you wish to kiss me again Minnie?" "I don't believe I shall." She answered, saucily.  "Now you are being impertinent, you are certain to get the belt." "You gave me a choice to kiss or not kiss you, therefore I have tacit approval." She retorted.  "Good point" I admitted. 

You also gave me permission to speak freely without fear of punishment, and to date, you have not withdrawn that either." She retorted.

"I most definitely did not at any time, five months, or five minutes ago give you permission to cover me with blueberries; what say you to that?"

"I have changed my mind, I want to kiss you again, Michael." "What about the blueberries, Minerva?"  "I will lick and kiss them off of you." 

I put my arms around her waist.  Minnie put her arms around my neck and started kissing and licking my neck and face.  Before she could get to the rest of me, I remembered the geyser from the sink. "Do you want to make love to me Minerva?"

"Yes, Thank you for asking Master." "You are welcome Minnie."  I said kissing and licking her breasts, tasting the blueberries. 

"But first I have to take care of something." I said letting go of her and walking to the sink. "The handle on the shut off valve broke off." "There, that should work."  I said, as I placed a large, heavy ceramic bowl over the broken faucet diverting the water into the sink. "But... She started to say, when I interrupted, placing my hand over her mouth, shaking my head.  "Go upstairs to my bathroom and wait me there."  I ordered, "I will write Sarah a note with instructions that we are not to be disturbed.  

As I was writing the note, Minnie reached around my waist and pushed two handfuls of blueberries down the front of my pants, then ran upstairs, laughing.  As I was finishing the note, I heard my truck pull up by the back porch.  I quickly ran to the top of the stairs, then stopped to listen, counting to myself "1...2.... 3.... 4...5...6...7...8...9...bingo" I heard a scream, but no crash.  I joined Minnie in the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

"You may consider yourself on furlough starting now until tomorrow, Saturday, June18, 2005 at 11:59 PM, Eastern Standard Time."  "This evening you will be allowed to share my bed." "This will be contingent of course on you being able to read my mind. "

"May I shower with you Michael... before we make love?"

"Of course you may, it will be my pleasure, and I hope yours as well."

"Before we shower may I ask you a question?"  "Ask away?"

"May I help Sarah clean the kitchen first?"  "My dear Minnie, not only may you, I will help as well."  "The sooner the mess is clean, the sooner we shall shower." "Thank you Michael?"  "You are welcome."

We made short work of the kitchen.  I went downstairs to shut the water off in the basement. There is a second shut off valve in the basement just below the kitchen sink; I planned on installing a new faucet assembly the next day.

We took a long tepid shower together, soaping each other down, washing and conditioning each other's hair, and toweling one another off. 

Minnie went down on me in the bedroom, licking and sucking my penis, taking my balls into her mouth, something my other girls had never done, and something I never had experienced; this trick would remain Minnie's.  I came in her mouth and she swallowed all of my semen, and then licked me clean. In the past, I always wore a condom; This time, I didn't think of it, and she did not ask for one. I returned the favor, going down on her now bald snatch.  Much like Mandy.

 Minnie was all over the bed, as I licked and sucked with my lips and tongue, with a new twist, my finger in her ass applying opposite pressure: she came, and she came in waves: not only was my face wet from her juices, so were the sheets, we had to change them before our nap together; We slept until 8:00PM.  Then we dressed and went downstairs.

When I said we dressed, and I use the term loosely, all Minnie was wearing one of my white sleeveless tee shirts that were much too large for her falling down past her hips.  I was wearing another white tee along with boxer shorts.

Katherine and Sarah were waiting on the back patio in their panties and woman's sleeveless tees. We all sat outside drinking homemade Sangria waiting for Mandy to arrive with the Chinese that we were having for our late dinner.

Being on furlough, Minnie was allowed a few glasses of Sangria as well; Between wine and dinner. Minnie became quite relaxed and talkative.

Minnie was quite animated when she described how she gave me

"blue balls" and everybody laughed.  They brought a portable CD-Player outside and played the greatest hits from the 1960's, 1970's and 1980's. Soon they were up dancing with one another, mostly fast dances; the slow ones were for me, one girl at a time.

Minnie shared my bed that evening and I tried something on her that Katherine liked. Katherine likes it a little bit rough.  I will pull her hair during intercourse, just as her orgasm is at its crest. Katherine also enjoys being taken in "the position", on the floor of my bedroom at the foot of the bed. 

Katherine likes to receive anal sex in "the position" best.  I will stroke and caress her pussy while I am performing anal sex with her, slapping her shapely ass with my hand until she comes. Katherine will clean my manhood with a washcloth afterwards, but not for vaginal sex; she loves the taste of our mingled juices; next she will perform oral sex on me and I will use her hair for my love reins to control her exuberance and guide her to suit my pleasure. 

Katherine likes to masturbate when giving me head, and I allow her to play with herself until she comes a second time.  None of my girls are allowed to masturbate without my permission. This is an absolute mandate and they will get the belt on Saturday morning for violating this mandate. They will achieve their orgasm by me or with my permission while I watch.

When I first acquired Katherine and Mandy, I suspected that one or the other; possibly both might be bisexual.  And my suspicions were correct.  They are both highly sexed women needing an outlet for their sexuality. I have no problem with this; it rather turns me on.

They also have a need to be dominated and will live within the rules of my household. Like masturbation, girl on girl sex is forbidden without my permission. The forbidden fruit is much more sweet when withheld.

I believe that I mentioned " orgies during the day".  That is something that I reserve for the three of us, Mandy, Katherine and myself.

Sarah told me in private that she would rather not participate; nothing would be gained by forcing her because she is obedient, compliant and affectionate in all other things.  I also doubt that Minnie would be much interested with sex with women, although her past behavior in the kitchen and the bedroom does leave a touch of doubt.

Minnie has never been one to be spontaneous; her behavior in the kitchen was a wonderful surprise. In fact she was quite reserved. In the past, before, we had intercourse, she always went in the bathroom, closing the door for privacy in order to get ready, she said to fix her makeup, hair etc....In retrospect; It is likely that she had to apply some type of lube such as KY-Jelly to facilitate intercourse and we always used a condom.

I wonder if she was holding back or even faking her orgasms in some cases.  I do not remember her being so wet before, during or after intercourse.

I believe to some degree in her quest for wealth and power, she suppressed her sexuality or had trouble sharing it with a man. Perhaps her slavery has somewhat freed her sexual inhibitions. I suspect this is the case.

Minnie always insisted in being in total control...but at what cost?

Friday night, I made Minnie assume the position on the floor in front of my bed.  She was a little tipsy from the Sangria, which was fine.  I made sure that she received more then her share of the slow dances.  Minnie was very affectionate while we danced and I received many intimate touches and kisses.  I held her close when we danced, missing having my hands in her long hair, as it was before her first forced punishment haircut.

I probed her vagina with my fingers; then with my mouth and tongue. Soon she was wet and moaning, moving her hips, trying to push her vagina into her face as I licked

her clitoris.  When I knew she was about to peak, I slowed down, prolonging the inevitable. "Why did you stop Michael, it feels so good?" "I am considering something."  I answered. "Can't you lick while you are considering?"

"I am considering amending your furlough to include one day

each week until the end of your sentence."  I said, continuing to probe her clitoris again briefly and adding, "It is contingent upon you reading my mind." "Please Master."  "Please what my marvelous Minnie."  I said stopping 

"You can be such a bastard, Michael, oh yes that feels so good." "Please don't stop."  As I started stroking it again "Yes I am my dear and you?" "Who are you?" "I am your slave Master and I want to come."  I entered her from behind, while sticking my finger deep in her anus; listening to her gasp, then moan even louder as I increased my thrusts savaging her vagina with my manhood. "What else are you Minnie?" "I am a bitch." "I am your bitch.... oh God.... fuck me harder Michael...fuck your bitch harder.... fuck me harder you bastard, make me come."  Minnie's orgasm was incredible, I never her heard her make so much noise; and as soon as she was sated, I came soon after. I lay down next to her on the rug, stated and content. "Come here my little bitch." "The most beautiful of my girls, I want to taste your lips."

Minnie lay down beside me on the floor and I took her in my arms. When I tried to kiss her she put her hand over my mouth, shaking her head. Minnie closed her eyes, sighing. She ran her fingers through my hair, and then caressed my face and neck. Minnie rubbed my shoulders, her hands working their way down my back to my ass, which she squeezed. She reversed the process until her hands were again in my hair; Minnie kissed my cheek, opened her eyes then kissed my mouth, long and deep.

"Can we go to bed now Michael?" "Yes that is a great idea."  I said smiling at her. "I am looking forward to having you with me all night."  "I am going to brush my teeth and use the bathroom." "Get the bed ready and feel free to use any of the bathrooms if you must."

While we were on the patio that night, I observed that Sarah was inside the house for quite a long time getting ice.  I noticed that the bed was made, bedspread and all. I suspect that she may have put silk sheets on the bed, my pretty girl.... my thoughtful and kind Princess.

Minnie walked into the bathroom, smiling as I was leaving and mussed my hair as I walked by.  When she returned to the bedroom, Minnie stopped to run her hand over the silk sheets. "Did you have the bed made with silk sheets to surprise me Michael? "I think it was Sarah while we were slow dancing out on the patio."  I answered, lying on my back, while Minnie got in snuggling up next to me. "Michael?" "Yes Minnie." I answered.  "May I go to the hardware store tomorrow?"

"I would love to take you to the hardware store, thank you for asking."  Rubbing my chest with her hand she asked, "May we stop somewhere and get coffee?" "We can leave early and have breakfast if you like, Minnie.  I said, closing my eyes." "That would be wonderful, Michael."  And she gave me a little hug. 

"May I dress up nice for you and wear makeup." "Of course you may." "May I have my ears pierced?"  "You want your ears pierced?" "You are afraid of needles remember." "You will hold my hand when Katherine does it, then I will not mind it so much." "Fine anything you want within reason."  I replied. "I need to get some sleep and so do you." "No more questions."

"Michael?" "I said no more questions." "Master, this is not a question, I have something to tell you...are you listening?

"I know that you love me."  Now that got my attention and I rolled

over and looked at her. "Do you want me to tell you how I know that you love me?"  "Of course I want you to tell me."  "I don't

think I shall."  She said, rolling over, facing away from me.

I slapped her ass with my hand, hard enough to make her yelp.  And she rolled back over smiling and I grabbed holding her in place.

"Minerva you can be such and impertinent bitch at times!"

"Yes I am Master, I admit it, I am a bitch at times, but I am your

bitch.... your slave." "That's how I know that you love me Michael". "Only a bastard like you could ever love an impertinent bitch like me." "Then be a good little bitch and go to sleep, Minnie." "Thank you for finally saying it Master, I love you too."

Minnie and I had our breakfast in bed served to us by Sarah.

When Sarah walked in, Minnie jumped up taking the tray, from her putting in down on the chair, then hugging Sarah, and thanking her for the silk sheets.

"May Sarah have breakfast with us Michael?" "The more the merrier."  I answered.  "Thank you Michael."  They all said in unison as Katherine and Mandy walked in from around the corner with two larger trays of the same breakfast: fresh honeydew melon, yogurt, walnuts and coffee.

After breakfast we had our household meeting in the bedroom.

It was a short one. I announced that Minnie would be sharing my bed one day a week, and they would work out a schedule.

During that day Minnie would be allowed full privileges as one of my girls. The punishment haircuts would stop and Minnie would be allowed to grow her hair out in stages; Mandy would determine the appropriate cuts to grow it out gracefully, she being the expert in such matters.

After the meeting, they all went to the dressing room to help Minnie get ready. I showered, shaved, and put on a pair of blue jeans, white tee shirt and a colorful Hawaiian to wear in the

hardware store, coffee shop, or perhaps the perfume counter in the

Mall to select Minnie's soon to be signature fragrance.

Sarah's is vanilla; I love the smell of vanilla and it is perfect for my sweet pretty girl. With her fair skin and blond hair and petite figure, I chose a light dainty flowery scent for Mandy. Katherine, my voluptuous Katherine's is herbal and flowers with a touch of citrus.  Minnie would be wearing the one she has always worn, musky and rich with a hint of sweetness, the scent of the woman I have always loved.

 Of all the scents in the world, this is the one I will chose for her and the one that she will wear; I am sure she will understand the significance. As for myself, Old Spice cologne is good enough for me.

I had the kitchen faucet completely dismantled and had taken the measurements of the sink to select a new one. I was sitting at the kitchen table with the old parts in a box waiting for Minnie. 

Minnie walked in looking lovely the light cream muslin sundress that she chose for me. She was wearing makeup and her short hair was styled to look fuller.

"Do you like my dress Michael?"  "I love everything about you, your dress, your hair and makeup.... you"  "May I have my ears pierced now?"  "Yes, get Katherine and she can do it here in the kitchen."  "Will I get my hoops this morning?"  She asked, hoping that I would say yes. "No, just the stainless steel posts for no; I have another surprise in mind?" "What are you getting me Michael?" "If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise.

Minnie sat perfectly still in the chair with her eyes closed while

Katherine pierced her ears, squeezing my hand in a death grip.

When Katherine was finished and the studs were in I kissed her ears and told her she looked lovely.

We went to the hardware store first, and then went to Tim Horton's for coffee and a bagel.  I took Minnie to Macy's to the makeup counter and let her choose any makeup that she needed, telling her in front of the salesgirl,

"Your taste in makeup and clothing is impeccable Minerva."

"Purchase anything you need and do not worry about the price."

"Here, take my credit card, I will meet you in the bookstore; you may take your time."  And she did.

Three hours later, Minnie arrived at the bookstore carrying three large Macy's shopping bags.  "Let's lock the bags in the trunk and then I will take you to get your surprise." "But I thought my makeup was my surprise!  "Your makeup is to make yourself even more beautiful for me."

We locked the bags in the trunk, and then we went back to Macy's.

When we arrived at the perfume counter, I recognized the same girl that waited on Sarah and I when I purchased her perfume.

"You know Minnie, each of my Ladies has their special perfume that I picked just for them with much thought and consideration."

"I am aware of that Michael, what did you chose for me?"

" Jovan Musk Oil of course." "Michael, that is the one I prefer."

"You have worn that scent ever since I have known you my dear."

I was right she did recognize the significance. Minnie leaned over and kissing me, whispering what she was going to do to me when we got home.

Minnie did backslide once during her sentence, and received the

belt for her impulsive mistake.

It was a Wednesday, just three weeks before her sentence was finally over. Minnie knew where I kept the pair 18- karat hoop earrings that she would receive on her birthday, the day all her restrictions will be lifted.

I was called away on business for the Sanctorum. I would be gone for three days. I was taking Sarah with me and we would be staying on Grand Master Arthur's Estate in Martha's Vineyard.

It was in regard to a Grand Master who had killed one of his slaves and refused to appear before the Tribunal for judgment.

My expertise was required to help circumvent his security system.

I would be meeting with three other security experts, all of them Master's and we would study the schematics to determine the best plan to temporally disable the state of the art security system.  We were there for technical advise only.  None of us knew the identity of the Grand Master who would be terminated, My best guess; the autopsy would show natural causes or an unfortunate accident.

The official business would take only a day, and the other Masters would leave. Grand Master Arthur requested that I specifically bring Sarah.  A frequent visitor to my home, Arthur loved Sarah's cooking, particularly her raisin, apple and shoo fly pies. 

Sarah would be doing all of the cooking, all traditional Amish

dishes.

We would surprise Arthur by bringing him a dozen each of his favorite pies for his freezer, as well as enough pies for the day meeting and the duration of our stay.  Sarah was very fond of Arthur, often referring to him as "such a polite, kind old gentleman" and was delighted to cook for him; And he was a gentleman. Arthur looked the benevolent old grandfather in a Disney movie in his three-piece suits, with a chain and fob on his vest, the pocket watch he always carried: his signature red carnation in his lapel.

Always the gentleman, Arthur was polite and gracious with my ladies when visiting, his funny stories at dinner, making them laugh. But when it came to enforcing the mandates of the Sanctorum, Arthur could be ruthless, the blood of many on his hands, the red carnation a reminder and warning.

Minerva understood the significance and meaning of the red carnation. We do not speak of it. I consider Arthur a good friend.

Minnie was alone during the day while the girls were working.

Because of her added responsibility, I allowed her to sleep in the Master Bedroom while we were away. Minnie followed all of my directions while we were gone, and completed all of her chores and more.

Minnie decided that she would wear her 18-karat hoop earrings while the girls were away at work; and put them back before they got home.  As luck would have it, she managed to lose one.  To her credit, she did tell Katherine and Mandy and they spent the remainder of that day and the entire next day looking for it.

Katherine and Mandy met us in the driveway and welcomed us home helping us with the luggage. I was glad to be home again

surrounded by my girls, my family. "Where is Minnie?" It's not like her not to be here, is she ill?"  Katherine and Minnie looked at one another and Katherine spoke first "Minnie is in the library, Michael." "She has something to tell you."  "I will go and talk with her shortly." "Have you eaten yet?" " Sarah and I waited so we could all eat together." "Not yet."  Katherine replied. "We can whip something up."

"Are you going to take a nap first?" "Yes, it is Minnie's turn tonight, perhaps we will nap together."  "Are you sure she is all right Katherine?"  "Minnie thinks you are going to banish her to the basement again." Katherine replied. "And have me cut her hair in a pixie."  Mandy added. "What did she do Mandy?"  "She lost one of her gold earrings."  Mandy, answered.  "As soon as she discovered it missing, she called each of us on the telephone." "We calmed her down as best we could."  "We know you wouldn't do that to her."

"Minnie believes that she violated your trust Michael, and ours." Katherine added.

"We are a family girls, not a traditional family mind you, but a family never the less." "What she did was impulsive and nothing more." "Do you want me to talk to her?"  Sarah offered.

"Thank you for offering, Sarah but no." "Just play things by ear in regard to dinner." "But first, I will need another kiss and hug from each you to steel my resolve before I enter the library................

I walked into the library and Minnie got up from her chair and immediately assumed the position. "Minnie, you may stand."

"Now come here and give me a hug and a kiss." "I have missed you my dear."  Minnie walked over to me and put her arms around my neck while I put my arms around her waist and pulled her close.

"What do you have to tell me that is so terrible?"  I asked.

"I went into the desk in the library and tried on my gold hoop earring."  "I see, you were curious."  I commented. " I was going to wear them while the girls were at work and put them back before Mandy and Katherine got home."   "Thank you for your honesty Minnie." "Where are they now?"  I asked.  "One of them is in the drawer."  She answered.

"And the other?"  I asked. "I lost it."  She said in a small voice.

"I'm disappointed with you Minerva." "That was foolish and impulsive." "I'm sorry Michael." "Are you going to punish me?"

"You said you were sorry and I believe you."  I replied.

"But you are going to punish me?" "Yes dear, I am going to punish

you."  "Do I have to start all over again, Michael?" "Are you going to cut my hair?" "No.... kiss me Minerva." "You want me to kiss you?"

"Yes, I want you to kiss me, didn't I say I missed my you?"

'You are scaring me Michael." She said, as she kissed me.

I let go of her and said "Go upstairs and get my belt Minnie, then bring it here." "Yes Michael." She said meekly.

I made Minnie assume the position and then applied my belt to her shapely buttocks four times, making her wait between cracks. Getting down on the floor next to her, I started stroking her pussy with my fingers. Minnie soon became wet, moaning with pleasure as I stroked her clitoris, wetting her anus with my finger with her own sweet juices. 

I took her there on the floor thrusting my penis into her anus.

"Michael stop, I...."  "Be silent, my dear little bitch!"  I said sharply, as I slapped her sore ass.  I continued pounding her asshole with my cock, while  stroking and caressing her sopping wet vagina, making her moan and squeal with pleasure. As she climaxed  " Fuck me Master...fuck my ass, fuck you your bitch harder...oh...Michael.... make your bitch come...that feels so good...so good...........I'm coming Michael, I want to kiss you!"

After I came, I got up and sat on the couch. "Minnie come here and sit next to me." "I will replace your earrings and you will get them on your birthday."  I said, putting my arm around her and kissing her cheek. "I am going to take a shower and have a nap."

"You should clean up and get dressed." " We shall all have a light meal in the dinning room in about an hour." "Who will I be sleeping with this evening Minnie?"  "It's my turn tonight."  She said putting her head on my shoulder. "In that case, you may join me if you wish." "I have been so busy these past few days, I completely forgot." "You did not, you are teasing me." "You knew perfectly well it was my turn." 

"Is that a smile I see?" "You have such a beautiful smile."  I said, wiping the tears from her face. Taking her hand, we stood and walked upstairs together.  And we did exactly that, a shower and a short nap.

The morning of Minnie's birthday was a very busy one in our home. I made breakfast for all of us, something I do on birthdays for my girls. As it was Minnie's birthday she got to choose the menu; I broiled thick cut pea meal bacon, made western omelets with: eggs, green and red bell peppers, Vidalia onion, sharp cheddar cheese and Virginia ham. I served them bagels with a variety of cream cheeses, to go with their coffee and orange juice.

The girls were going shopping after breakfast to purchase new dresses for Minnie's birthday dinner at Salvatore's.

They planned on going out to lunch together, followed by a trip to Mandy's Salon for a manicure-pedicure, facial, a full body wax, followed by getting their hair done. I told them I wanted to see lots of curls.

 I have a large private corner booth at Salvatore's paid for in advance for the year, which will comfortably seat eight people; I paid to have it put in.  I am a friend of the owner and know all of his regular staff by their first and last names. When I make reservations in advance, Sal will hire an extra server just to wait on our table; Sal and I have an agreement, I will pay the server's wages for the full shift, and include a generous gratuity. Sal also personally prepares each of our dishes, taking exact attention to detail and presentation.

Afterwards, I always will invite Sal and the server to have dessert or after dinner drink with us.  We had a wonderful time at dinner, each ordering a different appetizer and entree, plus two others, and we shared, taking a portion of each. We had a bottle of very good house Chianti. We had cannolis and cappuccinos with Sal and Mary our waitress.

My girls always comport themselves as ladies in public, both in dress and in action. Their manners are impeccable, especially Minnie's.  Minerva's public persona outshines them all; she cannot help it, even now it comes to her as easily as breathing. My ladies follow her lead in this venue. I have observed Sarah watching Minerva at dinner; there is no doubt that Sarah will learn and be polished by my marvelous Minerva's example.

I noticed a marked change in her carriage, specifically her posture and bearing in the way she walked into the restaurant, and while there, how Sarah held and turned her head, observing her hand gestures when ordering dinner and making small talk with Sal and Mary.  Yet Sarah was not duplicating Minerva's mannerisms as much as creating her own style, different from Minerva's but in time, no less sophisticated and charming.

There is no doubt that Minnie was tutoring Sarah in private for the thoughtful gesture of the silk sheets, or to make amends for the way she treated Sarah when she was a Mistress. During the past fourteen months, they have spent a great deal of time together.  Looking back, it is fascinating watching them interacting, both here and at home.

As we were leaving Salvatore's, Sal's nephew, Vito and part time bartender asked to have a word with me in private.  Vito is also a full time Sheriff' Deputy with the rank of sergeant.

"Michael, I would like to have a word with you if you don't mind."

"We can go into my uncle's office if that is all right with you?"

I followed him in and closed the door. Vito spoke first "Your ex-wife was here last night." "So, what does that have to do with me." "I have washed my hands of her."  Vito knew of my acrimonious divorce.

He was the Deputy that served the orders of protection, removing me from my home; he also testified on my behalf during the divorce proceedings. "I know you hate her Michael, but you need to hear me out." "I'm sorry I was curt with you Vito, you caught me by surprise is all." "I have not heard from Martha in seven years."  "I have forgiven her in my own way." "What did she say?"  I asked.  "It was not so much what she said, but how she looked and acted."

"At first, I didn't recognize her, she is much thinner now and a blond."  Martha was wearing dark oversize sunglass like celebrities wear, but I suspect, to hide one or more black eyes, and heavy make up, in the attempt to hide bruises.  She was acting nervous, and a little bit scared."

"I offered to help her." "She said that it wouldn't do any good, he always got out." "If she had him arrested again, this time he would kill her!" "She said that she wanted to talk to you before it was to late." "Then she left."  I thanked him and shook hands, before leaving with my Ladies to go dancing.

The next day all hell broke loose. My Ladies and I were in the kitchen eating lunch. Katherine and Mandy had taken a month off from work, and we were planning our vacation in Hawaii, when the front door doorbell started ringing, frantically, and then pounding started as well.

I got up to answer the door, the girls following behind.

We had just entered the foyer, when I heard a crash, the distinctive sound of glass breaking and metal coming together, followed by a woman's terrified scream.

Martha was leaning on the door facing the wreckage. Her present husband, the shining knight she met on the internet had rear-ended

Her 1965 Corvette Convertible, demolishing it, preventing her escape.

I yanked opened the door and Martha stumbled backwards into my arms. Turning to face me "Mickey I..." Martha fainted.

A large man emerged from the ramming vehicle, a mint, well it used to be mint, late model Lincoln Continental of 1970's vintage. I have to grudgingly admit they have fine tastes in automobiles.

Martha's husband was about six feet tall, easily 260 lbs. I would guess his age, early thirties. As he climbed out the car, I could hear him shouting," You no good cheating whore!" "I have finally caught you, you slut."  He advanced slowly, smiling, removing a butterfly knife from his suit coat pocket, flicking his wrist and locking the blade in place.  "Girls, take her inside and close the door, then call the police".  "But...." Minnie started to say as I closed the door.

He stopped six feet from me, sneering.  "I own that slattern." "Give me my cheating cunt of a wife and I will leave." "Otherwise I will just take her, but not until I cut your balls off." "Get off my property, I don't care if you have to walk." I replied.  "Fuck you!" He screamed. "That won't be necessary."   I retorted, calmly. "Just give me a blowjob and we will call it even."

He charged me slashing clumsily, extending his arm much to far, something an experienced knife fighter would never do. I jumped back easily avoiding his clumsy attempt wishing I had my taser, and tripping him in the process.

He got to his feet cursing, changing his tactics, he reversed the knife in his hand, grasping it like an ice pick, slowly advancing, with the knife over his head hoping to pin me against the door with his bulk and stab me at his leisure.

Refusing to retreat, I caught his wrist as the knife came down. We both struggled, attempting to knee on another in the groin. He trying was trying to kill me.  I was trying to keep from being stabbed.

Our struggles brought us out to the driveway. He was much stronger then I anticipated and out weighed me by a good sixty

pounds. However, he was out of shape and starting to get winded from the exertions.  Desperate, he smashed his head into my nose, stunning me. As I went down, I let go of wrist but managed to kick his knee, hearing the satisfying pop and crunch of torn ligaments.

My adversary screamed like a banshee, but somehow managed to stay on his feet cursing and threatening, "I'm going to kill you and everybody in your family."  As he limped towards me, waving the knife wildly in front of him.

 I was scrambled to get on my feet, holding my broken nose and trying to staunch the flow of blood pouring out; I was dizzy; my head spinning. Suddenly, our front door opened and my girls came running out; Minnie, Sarah, Mandy and last but not least, Katherine; each with a makeshift weapon in their hand, a cast iron frying pan.

Minerva arrived first and shouted  "Hey, Frank!"

Frank stopped advancing, a shocked look on his face, slowly

turned and looked at Minnie.  "Minerva?"  Obviously they knew

each other. "Say goodbye, Frank!"  As she swung the cast iron skillet for all she was worth, hitting him square in the face and rendering him unconscious.

Minnie then dropped the frying pan and rushed over to see if I was all right, as did all my beautiful and brave girls. I didn't have enough arms to hug them, or enough words to praise and thank them.  Martha, my ex-wife was on her hands and knees in the doorway crying and shaking, unable to move. Martha was so terrified that she defecated, soiling her clothing and had thrown up on the floor. I could kill this scum for what he did to her and what he would have done if we had not stopped him.

I sent Mandy to get my taser and handcuffs to secure Frank until

the police arrived; Katherine went back into the house to get her medical bag; Minnie and Sarah kept fussing over me, trying to get me to sit down as I may have a concussion.

We cuffed him and then rolled him onto a blanket, using it as a makeshift stretcher to carry the offal into the house.

After Katherine took care of my broken nose, packing it with gauze and giving me an ice pack for my face, to help stop the swelling. I refused aspirin for the pain, refusing anything stronger,

needing a clear head.

Next, she attended to the offal, awake now and sniveling about his broken nose and shattered dentures: top and bottom as well as his damaged leg. I spit on the floor near him in disgust.

Katherine first immobilized his leg with an air splint, packed his nose and gave him oxyecodone for his pain.

While this was going on, Mandy and Sarah took Martha upstairs to get her cleaned up, calmed down and given a pair of pajamas to wear. Martha allowed herself to be brought upstairs and the girls fussed over her, helping her shower, washing the heavy makeup from her face, then shampooing the vomit from her long bleached blond hair.

When Martha was cleaned up and in her pajamas, Katherine gave her an injection, a sedative to help her sleep and then put her to bed; Mandy and Sarah sat with her talking quietly, reassuring and comforting her until she fell into a deep, much needed asleep.

The offal scum was now pleading for me to let him go, claiming that it was all a misunderstanding. That not working offered to buy me off, claiming he would disappear, leave the country and never bother Martha again.  I just stared at him not speaking, until he eventually gave up.

Arthur telephoned to say that he would arrive with the enforcers in three hours and would land his helicopter in the open field next to my house; I gave him a brief summary of what transpired.  Prior to his telephone call, two wreakers arrived to remove and secure the damaged vehicles from the driveway.

Arthur greeted the girls warmly in the foyer, when he arrived, receiving a hug and kiss on the cheek, then giving them a hug and kiss in return, while congratulating them on their cool heads and bravery.

With the greetings and pleasantries out of the way, he dismissed the girls, all except for Minerva, then turned to face the offal scum sitting on the floor of my foyer, all expression now gone from his face.  Walking past him, he opened the door the let the three enforcers enter. As is the way of the Sanctorum, they were masked and silent, wearing long red hooded robes over their street clothing. Arthur pointed to the wretch on the floor: Two of the enforcers each grabbed his cuffed arms forcing the scum to stand. 

Arthur walked up to the now blubbering offal and removed the

carnation from his lapel and placing it into the lapel of the prisoner; the miserable poltroon wetting himself.

Arthur turned his back, as did Minerva and I; the enforcers left with the condemned, closing the door behind them..........................

As we were leaving Salvatore's, Sal's nephew, Vito and part time bartender asked to have a word with me in private.  Vito is also a full time Sheriff' Deputy with the rank of sergeant.

"Michael, I would like to have a word with you if you don't mind."

"We can go into my uncle's office if that is all right with you?"

I followed him in and closed the door. Vito spoke first "Your ex-wife was here last night." "So, what does that have to do with me." "I have washed my hands of her."  Vito knew of my acrimonious divorce.

He was the Deputy that served the orders of protection she placed against me for leverage removing me from my home; he also testified on my behalf during the divorce proceedings. "I know you hate her Michael, but you need to hear me out." "I'm sorry I was curt with you Vito, you caught me by surprise is all." "I have not heard from Martha in seven years."  "I have forgiven her in my own way." "What did she say?"  I asked.  "It was not so much what she said, but how she looked and acted."

"At first, I didn't recognize her, she is much thinner and is now a blond."  Martha was wearing dark oversize sunglass like celebrities wear, but I suspect, to hide one or more black eyes, and heavy make up, in the attempt to hide bruises.  She was acting nervous, agitated and scared."

"I offered to help her." "She said that it wouldn't do any good, he always got out." "If she tried to him arrested, this time he would kill her!" "She said that she wanted to talk to you before it was to late." "Then she left."  I thanked him and shook hands.

The next day all hell broke loose. My Ladies and I were in the kitchen eating lunch. Katherine and Mandy had taken a month off from work, and we were planning our vacation in Hawaii; I was planning on renting a small yacht, when the front door doorbell started ringing, frantically, and then pounding started as well.

I got up to answer the door with the girls following close behind.

We had just entered the foyer, when I heard a crash, the distinctive sound of glass breaking and metal coming together, followed by a woman's terrified scream.

Martha was leaning on the door facing the wreckage. Her present husband, the shining knight she met on the internet had rear-ended

Her 1965 Corvette Convertible, demolishing it, preventing her escape.

I yanked opened the door and Martha stumbled backwards into my arms. Turning to face me "Mickey I..." Martha fainted.

A large man emerged from the ramming vehicle, a mint, well it used to be mint, late model Lincoln Continental of 1970's vintage. I have to grudgingly admit they have fine tastes in automobiles.

Martha's husband was about six feet tall, easily 260 lbs. I would guess his age, early thirties. As he climbed out the car, I could hear him shouting," You no good cheating whore!" "I have finally caught you, you slut."  He advanced slowly, smiling, removing a butterfly knife from his suit coat pocket, flicking his wrist and locking the blade in place.  "Girls, take her inside and close the door, then call the police".  "But...." Minnie started to say as I closed the door.

He stopped six feet from me, sneering.  "I own that slattern." "Give me my cheating cunt of a wife and I will leave." "Otherwise I will just take her, but not until I cut your balls off." "Get off my property, I don't care if you have to walk." I replied.  "Fuck you!" He screamed. "That won't be necessary."   I retorted, calmly. "Just give me a blowjob and we will call it even."

He charged me slashing clumsily, extending his arm much to far, something an experienced knife fighter would never do. I jumped back easily avoiding his clumsy attempt wishing I had my taser, and tripping him in the process.

He got to his feet cursing, changing his tactics, he reversed the knife in his hand, grasping it like an ice pick, slowly advancing, with the knife over his head hoping to pin me against the door with his bulk and stab me at his leisure.

Refusing to retreat, I caught his wrist as the knife came down. We both struggled, attempting to knee on another in the groin. He trying was trying to kill me.  I was trying to keep from being stabbed.

Our struggles brought us out to the driveway. He was much stronger then I anticipated and out weighed me by a good sixty

pounds. However, he was out of shape and was starting to get winded from the exertions.  Desperate, he smashed his head into my nose, stunning me. As I went down, I let go of wrist but managed to kick his knee, hearing the satisfying pop and crunch of torn ligaments.

My adversary screamed like a banshee, but somehow managed to stay on his feet cursing and threatening, "I'm going to kill you and everybody in your family." " As he limped towards me, waving the knife wildly in front of him, spittle spraying as he screamed.

 I scrambled to get on my feet, holding my broken nose and trying to staunch the flow of blood pouring out. Suddenly, our front door opened and my girls came running out; Minnie, Sarah, Mandy and last but not least, Katherine; each with a makeshift weapon in their hand, a cast iron frying pan.

Minerva arrived first and shouted  "Hey, Frank!"

Frank stopped advancing, a shocked look on his face, slowly

turned and looked at Minnie.  "Minerva?"  Obviously they knew

each other. "Say goodbye, Frank!"  As she swung the cast iron skillet for all she was worth, hitting him square in the face, knocking him off his feet and rendering him unconscious.

Minnie then dropped the frying pan and rushed over to see how bad I was hurt, as did all my beautiful and brave girls At that moment, I didn't have enough arms to hug them, or enough words to praise and thank them.  Martha, my ex-wife was on her hands and knees in the doorway crying and shaking, unable to move. Martha was so terrified that she defecated, soiling her clothing and had thrown up on the floor. I could kill this scum for what he did to her and what he would have done if we had not stopped him.

I sent Mandy to get my taser and handcuffs in order secure Frank until the Sanctorum sent the enforcers; Minerva had taken the imitative and telephoned Arthur on my satellite phone, knowing Frank's history and sanctions; I shut the door before she could tell me. Katherine went back into the house to get her medical bag; Minnie and Sarah kept fussing over me, trying to get me to lie down as I may have a concussion.

We cuffed him and then rolled him onto a blanket, using it as a makeshift stretcher to carry the offal into the house.

Once inside, Katherine took care of my broken nose, packing it with gauze and giving me an ice pack for my face to help stop the swelling. I refused anything stronger then aspirin for the pain, needing to keep a clear head.

Next, she attended to the offal, awake now and sniveling about his broken nose and shattered dentures: top and bottom as well as his damaged leg. I spit on the floor near him in disgust.

Katherine first immobilized his leg with an air splint, packed his nose and gave him oxyecodone for his pain.

While this was going on, Mandy and Sarah took Martha upstairs to get her cleaned up, calmed down and given a pair of pajamas to wear. Martha allowed herself to be brought upstairs and the girls fussed over her, helping her shower, washing the heavy makeup from her face, then shampooing the vomit from her long bleached blond hair.

When Martha was cleaned up and in her pajamas, Katherine gave her an injection, a sedative to help her sleep and then put her to bed; Mandy and Sarah sat with her talking quietly, reassuring and comforting her until she fell into a deep, much needed asleep.

The offal scum was now pleading for me to let him go, claiming that it was all a misunderstanding. That not working offered to buy me off, claiming he would disappear, leave the country and never bother Martha again.  I just stared at him not speaking, until he eventually gave up.

Arthur telephoned to say that he would arrive with the enforcers in three hours and would land his helicopter in the open field next to my house; I gave him a brief summary of what transpired.  Prior to his telephone call, two wreakers arrived to remove and secure the damaged vehicles from the driveway.

When he arrived, Arthur greeted the girls warmly in the foyer; Sarah, Mandy and Katherine, receiving a hug and kiss on the cheek, then giving them a hug and kiss in return, while congratulating them on their cool heads and bravery; Minnie just stood there looking; Arthur had presided at her Tribunal.

Arthur walked up to Minerva kissing her cheek for the first time, saying "You may give a hug and kiss my dear, you have made me very proud of you this day."  Minnie reached up touched her cheek where Arthur had kissed her. I could she her bottom lip quiver and her eyes starting to tear; Minerva kissed and hugged Arthur grateful for his approval, and Arthur hugged her as would a father,

a daughter and whispered something in her ear.

With the greetings and pleasantries out of the way, he dismissed the girls, all except for Minerva, then turned to face the offal scum sitting on the floor of my foyer, all expression now gone from his face, his merry blue eyes now cold and hard.  Walking past him, he opened the door the let the three enforcers enter. As is the way of the Sanctorum, they were masked and silent, wearing long red hooded robes over their street clothing.

Arthur pointed to the wretch on the floor: Two of the enforcers grabbed his cuffed arms forcing the scum to stand.  Arthur walked up to the now blubbering offal and removed the

carnation from his lapel and placing it into the lapel of the prisoner; the miserable poltroon wetting himself.

Arthur turned his back, as did Minerva and I; the enforcers left with the condemned, closing the door behind them..........................

The girls went to prepare lunch and Arthur and I retired to the library. I poured Arthur and I a large snifter cognac and I was debriefed.  "What are you going to do about your ex-wife?"

" I don't know yet Arthur, my head is killing me." "I'm hoping the

Brandy will help."  I answered.  "Katherine treated her for shock and can attest to her physical condition." "Mandy and Sarah helped her shower and get dressed." "I suppose she could stay here for now." "I certainly have the room."

No sooner then I said this, Minnie knocked on the door announcing lunch was ready.

We had lunch in the dinning room together, discussing what had just happened and the ramifications. The girls informed us that Martha was covered with bruises, most of the starting to fade.

In addition to this, there were scars on her back what appeared to be from cigarettes or cigars; Minnie remembered that Frank was a smoker.

 Katherine confirmed the cause of the scars. In addition,

there were fresh bruises on her torso adjacent to Martha's kidneys and she would not be surprised if Martha was passing blood, "I will bet my hoops, that x-rays will show healed over broken bones to go along with her cracked ribs on her left side." We all sat there for a while, not talking, contemplating this additional information.

Sarah was the first to speak

 "Was or is Martha a slave Arthur?

"No dear, why would you ask such a question? "Because when I was helping her wash, I noticed part of a tattoo, under her breast that said property of"........................ At this comment, Arthur stood up abruptly, but then sat down.

"No Sarah, Franklin Abzug was sanctioned by the Sanctorum never to own slaves again." "In addition, all of his wealth was seized, under the condition that we spare his life.

"Martha has never been registered with the Sanctorum."

"Franklin Abzug is a sick internet predator and will be dealt with

swiftly.  

After lunch, Arthur and I again retired to the library. Closing the doors and turning to me, Arthur suggested." May I make a suggestion Michael?" "Absolutely Arthur you know I value your advise." Take your vacation with your ladies." "I will have Martha placed in a secure private hospital until you return." "This matter requires further investigation." "I will see to it that Martha receives the best of care in addition to a complete forensic physical." "In, addition we will conduct a full background check

on her from birth to the present." "The Sanctorum is responsible, I am responsible for her present deplorable situation."

"When you return, you will be given copies of our findings."

"At that point, I am sure you will see to her rehabilitation and care, until she can make a decision to what path she will take.

"You were married to her once, and I believe in your own way that you still care for Martha"..............................................

"You keep kissing me like that and we may as well stay naked all day." I said. She laughed and stopped kissing me. "I want to take you to Biloxi and introduce you to a friend of mine hun, would that be okay?" she asked me. "Who is it?" I asked her. "Well, I have a girlfriend that that loves younger women and she has never had anyone like you, especialy as young as you dear, at least not for a long time." she told me. "Sure, Biloxi sounds good, I will tell Aunt Claire I will be home, when?" I said. "Oh, late Sunday evening" she said and I called and told them. Don't worry about things to wear, I will take care of that for you, besides, we will not be wearing much anyway" she said and we laughed. We dressed and I wore a tank top and shorts and no bra or panties. Elaine wore a pull over and shorts and no bra or panties either and so we drove top down in the Camero convertable to Biloxi down on the Mississippi coast. We stopped and got lunch and everyone in the place was checking us out even the women and we both giggled like she was my age instead of 32 years old which is what she was at the time. One of the guys at a table next to us kept trying to get her and I to go with him and stopped when she winked and said to me, "Oh hun, you make me so hot that I can't wait to get you to the hotel and naked. I am gonna eat that pussy all up." The guy left after that and we laughed.

We drove on and went to I110 and to a nice home with a privacy fence and she stoped and got out and opened the gate and drove in and closed the gate. We went to the house and took her bag and went in. "Don't we have to knock?" I said. "I never have before" she said. We went in and a lovely woman came out totally naked, and greeted Ms. Williams with a hug and deep kiss. "And who is this lovely thing?" the woman said. "This is Tess" Ms. Williams said. She came over and hugged me and kissed me gently on the lips. "So who is this?" I said to Elaine. "Oh, sorry, this is my mother, Carla." she said and I almost fell over. "You didn't think you were the first woman I had ever been with did you dear?" she said both laughing. "Now undress both of you while I get drinks" Carla said and walked away. She was very firm and nice. We had a few drinks and Carla sat on one side of me and Elaine on the other. She carelessly carressed my nipples making them hard and then kissed them both. I leaned back and spread my legs ready for what I was hoping was next. Carla kissed me deep and Elaine was playing with my clit and I kissed her back. "Oh you are nice" Carla said and then began sucking my nipples as Elaine went down between my legs and began sucking my lips. Soon I was in a nice 69 with Carla and we both wet each other's faces. "Mother, I have a surprise for you." Elaine said as we all hugged and kissed. "What is that dear." she said. "What is the youngest woman you have been with, besides me that is." "Well, 19 I suppose." she said. "Well, that has changed today." Elaine said laughing. "Oh really, so Tess is 18 then?" "Tell her how old you are Tess" Elaine said. "I am 13." I said and Carla almost fell off the bed we had moved to. "There is no way." she said. "Yeh Mother, she is one of the students at my school." We all laughed and kissed and made love again all the time Carla saying "Oh you are so sweet dear, so young and sweet."

We dressed later, in as little as was legal and went to a bar down past the base and went in. I was never asked for an ID or anything and we all got very wasted. Soon, I was sitting in the booth, my tank top up and a woman on each side of me sucking a tit. Several people gathered around and watched as these three women lost their clothes and fingered and ate each other right there. Finally we left after several people giving us phone numbers, some were women. We drove back and went back to bed and did not wake up until late. All weekend it was the same, Eat food, eat pussy, drink, eat food and pussy and finally Elaine and I drove home.

We were great friends after that weekend.

love

tess