Tina and Mike had planned a huge party out at their place for their son's eighteenth birthday. Growing up Camden had taken sips of their drinks, and had a beer or two like most kids his age. That night, his parents saw no real problem with him doing a few shots as long as things didn't get out of hand. When Eden arrived she had clearly already been drinking. She grabbed Camden by the arm and lead him to the bar they had set up on the patio. Setting his present down on the counter she quickly scurried behind the bar and pulled out the bottle of tequilla. Camden had no idea what she had in store for him, but quickly he knew he was in for a surprise.

"O.K. baby since it is your 18th and tonight you become a man, " she winked at him. "I'm gonna teach you how to do a very special shot."

She grabbed a slice of lemon and the salt shaker, setting them down in front of her as she hopped up on the bar top. Mike laughed when he saw what she was preparing to do. She wiggled, letting the hem of her little black dress ride high up her thigs. Eden opened the bottle of tequilla, using a little to wet her finger she wiped the moistened digit across the top of her left breast. She quickly picked up the salt shaker, letting the little crystals cling to the moisture there. Camden's eyes widened as he watched her fill the shot glass, then nestle the alcohol filled vessel between her two ample breasts.

"Ok now remember, it's lick, drink and suck," she purred seductively before placing the lemon wedge between her pouty crimson lips.

For a moment all he could do was stare at her. Could this really be happening or was it just a hallicination? Camden swallowed hard as he lowered his head toward her breast. Timidly he ran his tongue over the salted skin before moving on toward the shot glass. Everyone at the bar watched him, laughing and cheering him on. It took him a couple tries to get the shot glass into his mouth enough to lift it from her cleavage. It was too surreal for him. If this was a dream he never wanted to wake up.

He sucked down the tequilla, spitting the glass out and placing it on the bar before he leaned in to take the lemon from her. His lips touched hers for a brief moment as he pulled the wedge from her mouth. She smiled as he pulled back, watching his face contort as he sucked the lemon. He spat out the rind and smiled at her half dazed from the near kiss. She raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"My turn. You get to hold my lemon for me now.... hmm now where should we stick the shot for me to get it," she chuckled.

Eden slipped down from the counter and stood up, giving Camden an evil smile.

Eden selected another lemon wedge. This one was dunked into the small plate of sugar, coating both sides before she presented it to him. Camden parted his lips, holding the lemon slice carefully as he watched her with growing anticipation. A shot glass was filled with vodka and given to her. She took him by the hand and led him over to the sturdy, wooden chaise lounge. Camden immediately sat down, leaning back comfortably against the thick cushions, the lemon wedge still in his teeth.

She knelt between his legs, holding the shot glass in front of his face. With a wicked smile she placed it balanced it on his crotch, noticing the growing bulge there. She heard the voice of his friend Brittian approaching, which only made her little stunt more delicious. She leaned forward, letting her hair spill down around her face, obscuring the view of the shot glass. Camden's friend arrived just in time to see what looked like the beginning of an amazing blowjob.

Eden took the glass between her lips, nuzzling against his crotch before she snapped her head back and downed the clear potent liquid. She took the glass from her mouth and leaned in, her body pressing heavily against Camden's as she took the lemon wedge. Instead of breaking contact immediately she gave him a brief kiss, deeply arousing the boy. Eden winked and climbed off the chair. She strutted over to the bar to get another drink and left to mingle with the other guests.

The rest of the night all Camden could think about was the feel of her body against his and that kiss. Eden was drinking entirely too much to drive home that night. It was obvious she would be crashing there once again. By the end of the night, they had done a couple more shots together. The more she drank the flirtier she got with each shot. Instead of kneeling between his legs she started straddling them, grinding hard against the bulge in his jeans each time she came up for the lemon slice.

It was getting pretty late when Camden's mom suggested he help her up to his sister's room, knowing that if Eden didn't go soon she would drink til she puked. Eagerly he agreed, setting off to find her once again. Eden was sitting down by the fire pit with a few other people, talking about tattoos and such. It took Camden a lot of effort to convince her to come back to the house with him, but finally he did.

On the way into the house Eden twisted her ankle, making it nearly impossible for her to stand on it. Camden dutifully scooped her up, carrying her up the stairs to his sister's room and setting her down on the bed.

"Does it still hurt?" he said gently taking a hold of her foot.

"Not that bad now, " she giggled.

"Is there anything you need before I go?" he asked hoping that he wouldn't have to go.

"No I'll be fine. I'm just gonna go to bed," she said before pulling him to her and hugging him tightly. "Happy birthday Cam. I hope it was a good one."

She went to give him a little peck of a kiss on the lips. He didn't know if it was the alcohol to blame or the way she had been teasing him all night, but when their lips touched, he knew he couldn't stop himself. He kissed her tenderly but with all of the passion a horny teen could possess. Eden's head was spinning from both the alcohol and the way he kissed her, making it impossible to push him away. Before she could even piece together what she was doing, Camden was laying her back on the bed.

Her hand stroked the back of his neck as they continued to kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, teasing hers as he laid on top of her. Finally the realization of what was happening set in, making her break the kiss. She stared up at him for a moment as she chose her words carefully.

"Camden, what are you doing?" she asked. "I mean, hell I'm way older than you. We shouldn't do this."

"Eden," he blushed. "Since the first time I saw you I have wanted to do this. I don't care if you are older than me, or that you're my parents' friend. I want you more than I have ever wanted anything."

He leaned in and kissed her quickly. It was the most special thing anyone had ever said to her. She wanted to stop but the way he kissed her was too good. She held him closer, running one hand up and down his spine as she kissed him deeply. The kiss was broken again as his lips moved across her cheek and to her neck. He kissed every inch of its delicate curve, breathing in the heady scent of her perfume. Her skin was so soft and warm, feeling better than he ever imagined.

She let out a soft moan as his hand moved to her left breast, massaging it gently through the fabric that covered it. His touch was so gentle yet so intense. He couldn't believe he was touching the goddess he had worshipped from afar for all those years. The straps of her dress slid down with ease as his lips traveled down her collarbone toward her breasts. She let out a soft gasp as his lips closed over the candy pink nipple, and he began to suck. He continued to move the fabric down her body, revealing more and more of her delicate skin.

He kissed across the valley between the two heaving globes and gave the opposite nipple the same tender attention before he began to kiss his way down her stomach. His lips barely brushed along her skin in some spots, then pressing heavier in other spots. His hand trailed down over the bunched up dress, edging toward its hem. Eden lifted her hips, allowing him to pull it off. His heart raced as he stared down at her nearly naked body. He moved his hand along her upper thigh as he stared down at the bewitching enchantress before him. He leaned back down and continued to kiss her neck once again

"Oh god Cam we shouldn't," Eden breathless whisper.

His fingertips found the now damp fabric of her thong. He began to rub along it slowly, listening to her moan softly. It felt like his cock was going to burst, ripping his pants open in the process. Her protests quickly stopped as he worked his finger under the wet material and brushed it directly over the velvety flesh beneath it. He dragged the tip of his finger down, letting it barely part her puffy pink lips. He gazed into her eyes as he brought the wet digit to his mouth, tasting her sweetness for the first time. Eden smiled up at him as she watched him savor the taste.

"God Eden, I can't believe how good you taste," he said as he edged down the bed.

It was too late to turn back now. Eden leaned up and wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him deeply. She could taste the faint trace of her juices on his tongue as hers probed his mouth. She broke the kiss only long enough to pull his t shirt over his head and toss it aside. Again the kiss began, their bare flesh pressing hard against each other as they laid back down. Her nails raked down his back, leaving thin red streaks in their wake. Their moans mingled as their tongues explored each other's mouth. She broke the kiss, staring up at him lustfully.

"Take me Camden. I need to feel you inside me so bad," she pleaded.

He had longed to hear those words for so long. It almost seemed as if it was all a dream. He sat back on his feet for a moment as he just stared at the beautiful woman before him. He shook his head slightly, wanting to taste more of her sweetness before he moved on. He inched down the bed, positioning himself better for what he had in mind. He drew in a deep breath, reveling in the heady scent of her. The tip of his tongue timidly touched her moist flesh, illiciting a soft moan from her on contact. He dragged it slowly along the wet slit, letting the tip of his tongue part her lips slightly but not penetrate her. Her body tensed as she moaned again when he circled her clit, flicking his tongue over it lightly.

He used her sounds and movements to guide him as he explored her delicate pink flesh. His tongue again slipped between her lips, this time probing deeper inside her. The taste of her juices only made him crave more of them. He could not help himself as he wildly lapped at the increasing supply of her honey. His tongue curled inside her as it scooped out more and more of her delicious sweetness. Eden moaned loudly, writhing against the bed as her fingers gripped handfuls of the sheets beneath her. Finally, he felt it. Her muscles clenched and spasmed around his tongue as his tongue was baptized with wave after wave of her nectar. He greedily lapped up his reward before sitting back on his heels once again, smiling at her for a moment.

He stood and quickly maneuvered to remove his pants. Eden gasped when she saw his swollen cock for the first time. She had no idea how big it really was before that moment, but she was very impressed. He nervously looked at her, hoping he was adequate. Her eyes moved up his body, meeting his once again as he stood beside the bed. She sat up, moving to the edge of the bed in front of him. He could not believe what was happening. It was all too good to be true.

Her fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft as she moved closer. He stared down at her as her lips parted for him, allowing the head of his cock to slip inside. Her tongue danced over the smooth, warm skin as she sucked softly. He let out a loud groan as she slowly fed more of his thick cock into her mouth. His hand instinctively moved to her hair, stroking it softly as she devoured his rigid shaft. Her mouth felt heavenly as his cock pushed deeper inside. He was amazed at how skillfully she manipulated his flesh with her tongue and lips.

He soon had to stop her, knowing if he didn't he would surely cum in her mouth. Eden looked up at him, a pitiful look spreading across her face as she feared he did not enjoy her talent. He smiled at her as he tenderly pushed her back onto the bed. He knew that she would understand his reasons for stopping her now. She spread her legs, allowing him to slip between them. As he gripped the base of his cock, guiding it toward her glistening pussy, he stared at her face. He could not believe it. She looked as nervous as he was. The tip of his cock parted her lips, resting there for a moment before he slid it in further. Both gave passionate moans as he filled her.

Her hips lifted to meet his as he hilted himself inside her. He remained still for a moment, savoring the feel of the velvety soft walls gripping him, bathing his cock in her warm juices. Slowly, he began to withdraw, pulling nearly out before pushing back in. He rested his hands on either side of her, staring down into her eyes the entire time. He loved to watch her face as he thrust into her. The way she gasped and moaned fueled his passions, making his pace quicken slightly. The more into it she got, the louder her voice became, her moans turning to near screams of pleasure. He leaned down, kissing her deeply as he continued to make love to her.

She wrapped her arms tightly around him, pulling him down against her. Her breasts crushed against his chest as he let more of his weight rest upon her. Her hips bucked harder into each thrust as his rhythm quickened again. His cock throbbed inside her as he felt her muscles clench him tightly.

She slammed her head back against the bed, breaking the kiss as she moaned loudly, "OH GOD CAMDEN I'M CUMMING."

Her juices flooded out of her, washing over his swollen shaft and dripping out of her as he continued to hammer away at her dripping wet slit. He kissed her again forcefully, his tongue attacking hers as he pushed deeper inside of her. Their bodies moved frantically as each movement heightened the pleasure, sending Camden quickly into orgasm. He threw his head back, moaning her name loudly as the thick flood of cum rushed into her as her muscles milked every drop out. His body collapsed onto hers as they both laid there panting. Eden gently stroked his back as she closed her eyes, reveling in the intense orgasm's afterglow.

"Happy Birthday Camden," she whispered with a slight giggle to her voice.

"No Eden, thank you," he said as he leaned up on his elbow.

"Thank me?" she said in a puzzled voice.

"Yes, thank you for making this the best birthday ever. I love you Eden," he said before leaning down and kissing her tenderly.

Eden laid there in shock, barely able to kiss back. The words hit her hard. Now she had no idea what to do.

A couple of days later, Jack had to take a flight to Calgary. He gave her the keys to his new Jaguar, and told her to visit with her mother. Although she talked to her mother regularly on the phone, she had not seen her seen her since she moved in with Jack.

She meet her mother at Durado’s, at Jack’s suggestion. He had an account there, and encouraged Jill to use it. Annie Cates was a beautiful woman. She had given birth to Jill when she was only eighteen. As a result, she was now a beautiful forty-eight years old. Annie was conscious that she was a beautiful woman, and worked hard at taking care of herself. She looked younger than her years, and caused the head of many a man to turn to watch her walk by. She had the same great complexion and hair as did her daughter. Her body, even at 48 years was tight and built along the same lines as Jill. She was blessed with great legs, sweet tight ass, and fantastic breasts. It would be honest to say that Jill was definitely her mother’s daughter. There were times when people mistakenly took them for sisters.

Lunch was intimate, and it was good to see her mother. Annie appeared to be under a great degree of stress, and was somewhat withdrawn. When Jill pressed the issue, Annie broke down and confessed. The new "Dot-com" computer company where she worked was having hard times, like so many in the industry. There had been so much promise when she first joined them. She had invested heavily in their stock. Now the stock was worth only pennies on the dollar, and she was being laid off. She felt that the company would go "Chapter 7" in a short period of time. Annie would soon be out of a job, and all her savings were gone as the result of the decline in the value of the stock she had invested in.

Annie explained that it would be hard for her to get a job because of her age. Even though she looked young and vital, when her birth age was discovered, the companies always hired younger people. To say the least, Annie was very depressed.

After lunch, Jill and Annie went shopping, after which, Jill went home to wait for Jack. She was very concerned about her mother, and how she would make a living. If only her father had not died so many years ago. Annie had been a "stay-at-home" Mom, and a sexually subservient slave wife to her husband. Life had been good, but that was a long time ago. For all practical purposes, Annie was in a desperate situation.

When Jack returned from the Calgary flight, he found Jill at home, naked as usual, wearing only her high heel shoes, as he required. It was obvious that she was upset. When asked what the problem was, Jill broke down and cried, explaining her mother’s predicament. Jack had met Annie several times, and found her to be a beautiful, sexy and fascinating lady. He liked her very much. He listened to Jill for a while, and then told her that he would have to think about it. He said he would talk to her later.

Later that night, after tying Jill to a whipping table, face up, and giving her a rather severe pussy whipping and fucking, Jack was ready to talk about Annie.

"Jill, you are my slave, and have agreed to submit to anything I want to do to you, am I correct", he asked.

"Yes, Jack, I will submit to anything, you know that. I know I am a slave by nature, and I am convinced that I love you. I want to be your slave. What ever you want to do is all right with me."

"Well, sweet slave Lady, let me present an idea. In normal circumstances, a daughter would invite her mother to stay with her for a while, until the mother gets back on her feet. That creates a problem for us, as I love our life style, and am not willing to compromise. I would not miss one minute of having you as my sex slave, at my beck and call."

"So", Jack continued, "Here is what I propose. You have told me that your mother was a willing sex slave to your father when he was alive. Annie enjoyed being under the sexual control of a man. After her marriage was over, she never found a man that could treat her like your father did. Am I correct ?"

Well…, yes…yes, you are right", Jill answered.

Jack and Jill were sitting on the couch in the den. Jill had taken Jack’s cock out of his trousers, and was softly stroking it to a rigid erection.

"I propose, my sweet little slave, that I move your mother into my house, into the guest room, and have her live here as my other complete bound naked sex slave!"

Jill, shocked, jerked her hand away from Jack’s cock, and exclaimed, "No! no, I couldn’t do that to her! No, I just couldn’t!"

"First, little slave of mine", Jack sternly warned her, "Don’t you ever remove your hand from my cock unless I tell you to!"

Jill bit her lip, and grasped his cock and continued to stroke it, but she was upset.

"Next, you know I will give you to other people, and at times I will use another person’s slave. There is no reason why Annie, who has loved being a sex slave, could not be a slave again, my slave. She could live here for as long as she wanted. I would pay all her bills, give her a car, and make sure she has a generous allowance, just like you. She would enjoy it, I am sure, and I know I would enjoy having a second slave to torment along with you."

Jack continued, "It would be a good life for her, as much as it has been a good life for us."

Jill and Jack talked for the better part of an hour. They finally agreed that Jill would talk to Annie, and present Jack’s offer. Jill was not sure about the proposed situation, but would do as Jack asked. Jack made sure she understood that Annie would give up all rights to her sexual being. As with Jill, Jack would be in total control of her, and he would be obeyed.

After their conversation, Jack and Jill had a rather ordinary vanilla love making session, after which Jill sucked his magnificent cock to a drenching cum. Perhaps this new situation would work out, she thought.

The following day, Jill and Annie met, and Jill presented Jack’s proposal. Annie was taken by surprise. She was not as upset as Jill expected her to be. She did not know what to say, but after talking with Jill for a long while, she decided that it could be interesting. If it did not workout, she could work on another arrangement for her life. Annie knew that she was in serious financial trouble, and needed help. She found Jack to be an exciting man, and had suspected that he was keeping her daughter as a sex slave. Finally, with some misgiving’s Annie accepted Jack’s offer of sexual slavery.

The day Annie moved into Jack’s guestroom, he was at Love Field, accepting delivery of his new Gulfstream G3 corporate jet. This would allow him to take on more cross-Atlantic contracts. He was in a hurry, however, as today was the day that his "harem" would increase in size.

When Jack got home, he found his slave Jill, naked as required, and her mother, Annie, still clothed, having coffee at the kitchen table. Jack greeted the two women with a smile. Jill got up and ran to Jack, hugging him around the neck, pushing her body against his. He hugged and kissed Jill, while squeezing her breasts, and stroking her pussy, while Annie looked on. Just watching Jack and Jill exchange affections caused her pussy to spasm. It had been so many years since she had enjoyed a man treating her like that. She realized that she needed to be a slave to a strong man.

Jack, then turned to Annie, and gave her a light hug and a kiss on the cheek. Annie was disappointed. She expected Jack to take more liberties. Jack was waiting for the right time. While Jill was pouring him a cup of coffee, he and Anne were talking. It did not take long for Jack to get to the point.

"Annie, what do your think? Can you be my sex slave?" he asked.

Quietly, Annie, with lowered eyes, said, "Jack, I don’t know. As you know I am having problems. I really appreciate your help. I find your situation with Jill to be exciting. I want all the happiness in the world for you two. I would not want to come between you. I know I am a slave at heart, however, and your proposal is very exciting. If you want me to be a sex slave, along with Jill, then I will submit. If it doesn’t work out, then we will have to do something different."

Jack watched Annie as she talked. Yes, she was one beautifully sexy woman. He would love to put a whip to her tits or ass. He could imagine her pretty face with his cock in her mouth. He also realized, that having beautiful, sexy daughter and mother sex slaves was every man’s fantasy.

Smiling with approval, Jack was pleased. Jill was on her knees beside him. She was stroking his cock through his trousers. He erection was obvious. He suggested that they adjourn to the den, where things were cozier and more private.

The two women walked ahead of Jack, arm in arm. Jill, naked with just a pair of red high heels, and Annie with her business suit, complimented by a pair of black leather, high heel pumps. From the back they made a beautiful pair. This was the promise of many good things to come.

Once in the den, Jack reclined on the couch. Jill kneeled down in front of Jack, and extracted his cock from his trousers. His cock was already at full erection. She started kissing and licking the sensitive head. Each time she would touch it with her tongue, it would throb.

Jack had instructed Annie to stand in front of him, just a few feet away. His instructions were quick and sure. She was told to remove her clothes, with the exception of her heels. Annie removed her suit coat, and then her blouse. As she removed her bra, Jack told her she was never to wear a bra or panties again, without his permission. As her breasts swung into view, he knew his decision was right. Her breasts were great. They were heavier than Jill’s, but they were firm and stood well out on her chest.

Next came her skirt and panties, along with her garter belt and hose, until she was standing naked, with only her high heeled pumps and her hands resting submissively behind her back. Jack could not believe his good fortune. A mother and daughter, both of whom were beautiful, and submissive. Both of whom were going to be his personal sex slaves. It was almost more than he could contemplate.

"Jill", Jack said, "go to the chest next to the bar and get some ropes."

Annie swallowed hard, as Jill did as she was told.

"Now, Jill, tie your mother’s hands behind her back, tightly. If you don’t do it right, you will be punished."

Jill did tie Annie’s hands, tightly. Annie gasped as the ropes bit into her wrists. It had been years since she had been tied. In a very real sense it felt good, and it was exciting. Her pussy was warming to the atmosphere.

Next, at Jack’s instructions, Jill tied Annie’s elbows, until they touched in the small of her back. Annie was a picture of erotic beauty. Her eyes were closed and her breath was coming in short gasps. It had been years since she felt like this. Her raised breasts were rising and falling with her breath. She was slowly shifting back and forth, as if waiting for a cock to enter her cunt.

"Jill, gag Annie with a leather penis gag", he ordered. This was accomplished. Annie was now totally under Jack’s power. Everyone in the room, including Jill was excited.

"Annie, welcome to Jack’s Wonderful World of Sexual Slavery. I must compliment you. You are as beautiful as your daughter, which is pretty damned awesome."

Annie lowered her eyes, and blushed at Jack’s compliments. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and most of all, she was excited. Her body was more alive that it had been in years. Her pussy was hot, and very wet. Her mind was in an erotic haze, waiting for Jack’s next move.

Jack remained sitting on the couch. Jill had returned to him and his cock. She was kneeling between his legs, stroking and gently sucking his rigid member. "Annie, the rules around here are simple. You will surrender completely to me. You have given up the right to say ‘no’. I will use you sexually in any way I see fit. I will restrain you, whip you, torture you, and fuck you to my hearts content, and at my whim. You will be severely punished if you even think the word ‘no’."

Jack continued, "You will dress exactly the way I tell you, or remained undressed as I may wish. You will never again wear underwear, and you wardrobe will be changed so that all your clothing will be tasteful, but revealing. Jill will take you shopping, and will show you what to buy. From time to time, as I wish, I will give you to others to use as I do. You have no right to say ‘no’. If you choose to say ‘no’, you will be punished, and our relationship will be over. As long as you remain with me, you are mine to do as I wish."

Annie stood there, her breasts rising and falling with her agitated breath. Her cunt aching for a cock. Her ass needing a whip. She raised her misty eyes to Jack. He was smiling back at her.

"Do you consent to be my sex slave?" he finally asked.

A tear of happiness and lust formed in the corners of Annie’s eyes as she nodded affirmatively to Jack’s final question. Naked, gagged, with her wrists and arms secured behind her back, she walked towards Jack. Her breasts were held high, and tears running down both cheeks, she accepted her slavery.

Jill helped Jack to undress. When he was nude, Jill was put on her knees, and instructed to suck Jack’s cock. Annie, as ordered approached Jack. He took her in his arms and started to kiss her gagged face, as he squeezed her breasts and teased her nipples. He examined her pussy. She was hot and wet. He continued to examine Annie, as her daughter, Jill was sucking his cock.

Jack, suddenly pulled his cock from Jill’s mouth, and told her to stand. "It is time"’ he said, "to welcome Annie to her new life as a slave." He then ordered the both of them to his "game" room.

This was a former bedroom, just off the den, which had been turned into his own private dungeon. Inside, one could find any assortment of sexual torture devices, including whips, whipping posts, nipple clamps, restraints, whipping benches, and of course, and king size bed in the corner of the room. Annie was wide eyed with wonder as she visually examined the various devices designed to torment her. Her pussy spasm caused her to shiver with excitement.

Jill was instructed to tie a suspension rope to Annie’s already bound wrists. This rope went to a pulley and wench in the ceiling. Once the rope was firmly attached, Jack flipped a switch on the wall, activating the wench. The rope was pulled upward, pulling up on Annie’s bound wrists and arms, until her wrists were pulled high up in the sir, severely bending Annie at the waist.

Annie was a magnificent sight. Bending her over like this caused her tight ass to stick out. Her tremulous breasts were now hanging, inviting Jack to torment them. Her pussy was visible between her thighs. Her legs were now strained to support her. Jacks cock leaped and throbbed at the sight of her.

Jack had Jill bring him a multi-stranded whip from the wall, along with some spring loaded nipple clamps. Jill was made to massage Annie’s nipples, pulling and teasing them, until they were hard. She then installed the nipple clamps on her mother’s breasts. A third clamp was clipped to Annie’s clitoris.

Annie was in pain. Her trembling breasts and nipples were burning, and clitoris was dancing to it’s own tune. Through all this, she knew the heat in her cunt was rising, and she was very excited.

Jack approached her. Jill was standing next to him. He reached down and fondled Annie’s hanging breasts. These breasts were firm and sensitive. She gasped as he squeezed them, and teased at the nipple clamps. Her breath was heavy and labored.

Next Jack moved behind her, and was massaging her sweet ass, and rummaging through her cunt. She was about to cum from his ministrations, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it. Finally, Jack announced that he was going to whip Annie’s ass. Jill was ordered to kneel in front of Jack, and suck his cock while he whipped her mother. Jill was quick to drop to her knees, and to take Jack’s cock into her warm mouth. Her free hands were cradling his balls, while she watched as her own mother was whipped by her lover, Jack.

Jack’s whip struck Annie’s ass. Not too hard at first, as he wanted her to become accustomed to his whip. As the whipping went on, the pressure increased on Jack’s whip until Annie was moaning from behind her gag. Jack increased the pressure again, and soon Annie was sobbing. Jack changed direction, and let his whip strike her hanging breasts, causing them to bounce and shudder. The clamps became more painful with the tit whipping. Finally, Jack returned to Annie’s ass area, specifically her cunt. His whip found its target, and Annie felt the full measure of Jack’s whip on her pussy. She screamed from behind her gag as the assault continued.

The whipping stopped. Annie’s hard breathing and sobbing could be heard, as well as the sounds of Jill sucking Jack’s cock. Jack stopped Jill just prior to him cumming. He ordered her to release Annie from the wench rope, but leave her gagged and with her arms still bound. This she did.

Annie stood there. Her face was wet with her tears. Her breasts, ass, and especially her pussy were aflame from the whip. This only raised her level of excitement. Her cunt was boiling over. This was better that she remembered. She eagerly awaited Jack’s next orders for her. Jack took the both of them in his arms and after hugging and kissing them, he moved them to the bed in the corner of the torture chamber.

Jack hugged Annie, pressing her clamped nipples tightly against his chest. Annie moaned behind her gag. While Jack continued to hold her to his body, he reached down and took the spring loaded clamp from her clit. Annie screamed into her gag. As painful as it was to wear the clamp, it was doubly so when the clamp was removed.

Annie was made to lie down on the bed, with her arms and wrists pinned under her. At Jack’s instructions, Jill tied her mother’s legs to the bedpost, spreading them widely. Jack climbed onto the bed, and positioned himself between Annie’s legs. Annie had regained her senses, and was watching breathlessly as Jack knelt between her legs. Her daughter Jill was stroking Jack’s cock, and using her mouth and tongue to excite him, making his monstrous cock harder. Finally Jack was satisfied with the turgid condition of his cock. He moved into position, and shoved his cock into her cunt with one powerful stroke.

Jack was pleased that his cock slipped so easily in Annie’s cunt. Her pussy was hot and wet, well lubricated. It pulsed, squeezing his cock as he pushed into her cunt. Annie gasped through her gag, groaning with pain and pleasure. It was good to feel a hard cock inside her again. Jack’s cock was the biggest cock she had ever felt. She had not been fucked in several years. The fire caused by the nipple clamps made her pussy all the hotter. The excitement of being bound, whipped and fucked by a man like Jack Dillon was almost more than she could handle. She was so excited that she almost passed out. She could see Jill with her hands between Jacks legs, massaging his balls as he fucked her.

This did not last very long. The passion of the moment was too great, and Annie had the first climax she had experienced in years. It was explosive. Her body heaved and quaked as she felt a cum that was so good it was painful, but a beautiful pain that consumed her whole being. The climax just kept on coming in waves, without end. At the height of her climax, Jack pulled the clamps from her nipples. This cause her cunt to spasm into a deeper climax. Annie had lost touch with the world around her. Finally, minutes later, she had exhausted herself, and came back to earth. When she regained her senses, she was still on her back, with her arms still tied and pinned under her, behind her back. Her mouth was still filled with the leather penis gag. She felt that her legs were still secured to the bedposts. When she began to look around, she realized that Jack was lying on his back next to her, while Jill, whose wrists were now tied behind her back, was sitting astride Jacks body, with his cock impaling her. She was riding his cock, lost in a world of passion. Jack had a light weight whip in his hands, and was lightly whipping Jill’s breasts. Annie watched as her daughter rode Jack to a cum to coincide with her own. Jill, after expending herself, collapsed on Jack’s chest, her body still humping his cock.

Annie watch these two lovers, master and slave, as they came down from their sexual high. Tears of happiness welled up in her eyes as she thought about how happy she was at this moment, and this place. She hoped they were as happy as she was. As she thought about what had happened to her this evening, and the commitment she made to Jack, her cunt began to ache for a cock again. She was ready for Jack’s next assault on her. She wondered what would happen to her and Jill. She wondered how deep Jack was going to take them into sexual slavery. She did not care. She was happy. Yes, her aching cunt told her, she was ready for Jack Dillon’s next assault on her.

Continued...

We continued to meet and fuck each other regularly for about a month before she had to go back to her overseas University. We parted good friends as there was no love in the partnership. We had known each other too long and done many things together, and we knew each other past too well. It happened we enjoyed each other sexually as we both had done with other partners, perhaps better in some cases but we were not destined to marry.

Her father died suddenly at an early age about a year ago. Since then Sue says her mother remained apart from her other friends. Occasionally a female friend or two would call but she never got back into the circle. The main reason for this is that they had been members of a swinging group. Evidently this ended when he died. From all accounts she didn’t want to become involved with the husbands of other women outside the circle. She believed that the guys would cause problems in their own families if they just called in for casual sex.  That was evidently a rule in the swinging group.

I continued to do odd jobs for her mother and mow their lawns in return for the use of their pool. I often saw her at the pool, always naked as was her preference. I had joined her a few times at her invitation and I too swam naked so as to keep in the swim of things so to speak. A few times I believed she had made a very oblique reference to sex when I was with her, but the age difference was considerable, almost twice my age and she was well aware Sue, her daughter and I had been sexually intimate many times.

One afternoon Alice and I we were just talking and laying back on separate lounges at poolside. She became quiet strange and was beginning to quiz me about my sexual life and experiences. She knew Susie and I had been intimate but had never mentioned my relationship with her directly. This time she came out and asked me quite intimate questions about our sexual practices together. Then she asked had I ever slept with an older woman. Now that’s for me to know and you to find out I said. I had but I was a little reticent to tell her as she and my parents talked a lot together and I thought she may have let it slip as the woman was known to both of the families. She was a divorcee and I often mowed her lawns as well and one day things went a bit further than a drink after I had finished. It is a bit of a story but eventually and I ended up having sex with her half naked on the kitchen floor and developed from there. I gathered it had been some time since she had been sexually active and she really was more than frustrated and gave me a workout more like a nymphomaniac. She really went berserk on me and was totally out of control I believed, there were times I imagined she didn’t realise I was attached to the cock she was riding. It was as I imagined somebody on drugs would be, but she showed no outward signs of being high. Afterwards she apologised and said it must never happen again, even though it was one of the most exciting experiences of her life. Then to make matters worse she said she felt ashamed and degraded that she had been having sex with me as I was only a boy.

When I left I really felt like I was some sort of ape or something. I continued to mow her lawns and she always asked me in for a drink afterwards when she paid me, but never ever did she mention our previous virtual depraved sexual encounter. It was as if it never happened.

Anyhow Alice continued to talk about sex as if we were detached from reality, she was fantasising I thought, and then she sat up and said I want you to make love to me.  I said I cant do that, hell I have slept with your daughter and I have been a neighbour for almost all my life, you are like an auntie to me. She said if you don’t I will kill myself, I have been living with a plastic cock for a year now and I want something better. I am fed up with masturbating and the men around here are all older and those who are widowed or single are the most boring old farts you could imagine. I just couldn’t go to bed with any of them and the one or two I could are married and I am not going down that path. She was obviously referring to the swinging husbands.

Come on she said I may be 40 but I am not over the hill yet I can still perform possibly better than some of the young stuff you have been fucking for a year or two. Forget you and Sue have been fucking and just think of me as Sue’s sister. I bet I can give you a better time than she does, I am far more experienced and if you play your cards right I can introduce you to a wonderful world of sex that will boggle your mind. I immediately thought now she wants me to partner her to the swingers.

Any how we talked about it for a while and she was getting a little stroppy because I was a bit reluctant. Then she noticed my cock was firm but not hard and wet with pre-cum. Ha she said I see that something is becoming interested and she came over to me and fondled my cock with her hand. She then milked my pre-cum down and immediately licked and sucked the top of my cock taking it onto her tongue. God she said I have missed that. Then without a word she looked up at me and immediately put my cock in her mouth and began to give me a truly professional oral work out. Her fingers were working me up and down and her mouth was over the top and working hard with her tongue rimming the glans with it. By now I was rock hard and I was only seconds away from cumming. I said pull off, I am about to cum, she didn’t take her mouth off me but looked up at me and said I cant wait for it and then I came with a rush and my semen pumped into her mouth in a burst of orgasmic release. I could hear her gulping as she swallowed and sucked at the same time. She wouldn’t release me and just kept going as I tried to pull away. Then she just shook her head as if to say no, and kept sucking and stroking me and in less than a minute I was hard again and she continued to suck and stroke me. Once I was hard again and she had regained control of me she said that was just the entrée I want the main course now and she said now you are going to fuck the daylights out of me. You have just cum so I reckon the next one will take a while and that’s what I want a good long fuck, I have the taste of you now and I want more and more and more.  When I am finished with you, you will be begging for more. If Sue was here she wouldn’t stand a chance against me once you have had me.

She got up and said low lay down I am going to show you what a fuck is and as I did she was over me in a second and was planting my cock into her vagina and squatting on it and I couldn’t believe how capable she was. I had never had a girl who could squat on me and work me off as she was doing. Her leg muscles must have been like springs she was going really hard on me. Then she changed position and  then started over again and I couldn’t believe anybody had that much strength. Then she turned around and lay back on her arms with her legs down near mine and I could feel the tension of my cock tightly gripped by her cunt and she was really working me off. She was grunting with the exertions of her actions, not the grunt of a woman cumming but physical grunts. I have never been fucked so capably, I usually do the major work when I am having sex, except for a girl on top who likes it like that but nobody has been so physically capable of doing what she was doing with me.  The turned over and then virtually did push ups on me with her legs together squeezing my cock every time she lifted herself. The control over her stomach and pelvic muscles must have been enormous. I could feel the tightness of her cunt squeezing my cock as she fucked me. This was something special I had to admit. Then she could see I was really enjoying myself and getting involved as much as she would let me. She had complete control over me and what she was doing.

She had now settled down to what was going to be long fuck. Now she said Suzie has never done it to you like that has she, and I said not only Sue but anybody else. I told you I would be better than any girl you have fucked before. Believe me most men I have slept with cannot believe how I do it. Do you know Ben and I used to be swingers? I said I had heard rumours, and she said I was the envy of every woman there being able to do what I do. They would even watch me doing it to their husbands. Ben was never as good as I was but the women would always seek him out for a fuck, he was good but I was the Queen of the circle. Everybody applauded me when I turned on a demonstration fuck. There were times I was fucked about 6 or more times and then would come home and want Ben to do me again. Once I got started I didn’t want to finish. I can control my orgasms and I usually wait until the guy is ready if he has been up me long enough to say I enjoyed it. Quite often I would let them cum then I could control them and bring them up again without coming out of me, I have a very strong vaginal control as you may have noticed. I haven’t done this for a while and I am pleased I am still as tight as I was. I said I have never felt anybody as tight as you and I have a few tight ones in my time. Babies she said 14 or 15 year olds I bet. How many virgins have you broken in? I said only 1. Bet it wasn’t Suzie, and I said no she was well and truly experienced by the time we got it together. Was she any good she asked and I said I had no complaints but then were just fucking, there was no emotion in it. She was a damn good fuck though, one of the best I have had, that is until today and I hate to admit it but I have never been so brilliantly fucked in my life as I have been today. She said we aren’t finished, its not over yet, we have a long way to go believe me. I never have less than three and I can’t remember my max but it would be around 12 or 14. I only stopped then because I was exhausted, not too many men can outperform me. I said I won’t argue there.

Then she said how close are you to cumming, and I said I have it under control but any time you want let me know and I will blow you away. She said in your dreams, ok lets make this a double bunger and she worked on me hard and fast and her breasts were really swinging over my face as she really got herself into the feeling. She had brought herself to the top pretty fast and I timed it perfectly and we had a mutual orgasm which was loud long and extremely satisfying.  Her cunt squeezed me tight as I pumped my hot cum out and deep inside her, she said I hope to god I don’t get pregnant with you, I haven’t been on the pill for months. Maybe I will try the morning after pill which I have never had before.  I will check my cycle tonight to see how close I am. She said it would be kind of strange you getting me pregnant wouldn’t it. What would Sue say?

I could not remember enjoying an orgasm with the woman on top like that before. It was memorable and if I made her pregnant then that would be the icing on the cake. I didn’t give a damn if I did, I knew she would get rid of it if it happened.

We both lay there with her laying on top of me as we both tried to get our breathing back to normal. Her breasts were squashed against my chest, which felt nice and I could feel her heart pumping hard as was mine. She lay there for a few minutes and then she said now I have a treat for you and she got up and stood over me and then lowered her vagina onto my mouth and said you put it in, now take it out and fortunately I had done this often enough having gone down on a few girls after I had cum in them. Many thought it disgusting when I started but never refused me again as they loved it. I then proceeded to give her a thorough oral work out swallowing the mix of her juice and my cum which tasted wonderful really. I had no problems licking her out and she cooperated in every way and pretty soon she said here I go again and had another orgasm which I could tell was as strong as any she had before with me. She held her nipples and squeezed as I could feel the contractions of her vagina as she tightened them in her spasms. She also squeezed the last of our lovemaking mixture out of her as best she could then as I was licking her again she said save some for me lover boy and then pulled off me and again dropped down on top of me and she kissed me passionately for the first time.

As her tongue wiped the inside of my mouth clean of our love syrup she said I am a real slut aren’t I, bet Sue never did that, and I said you get it right every time.

Now she said I have got to find out how you perform and I said shit I have cum three times in less than an hour, I will never make it again. Come on she said I bet Sue wanted it more than that. I said we did but it took all night not an hour.

Then she put her hand around me and gently stroked me until I actually got it up again, it only took her about 2 minutes and I couldn’t believe it.

I said I hope you are not going out tonight this will take me an hour I reckon. She laughed and said not with me it wont I can bring you on whenever I want, believe me. I got on top of her and proceeded to slowly fuck her which was great. She was warm and moist and it felt like a silk purse inside her. I have no idea how often she has been fucked but she is still as tight as the day she was born I reckon, only a bit bigger. After we had been fucking and talking for about 5 minutes or more she said lets try doggy, I like it that way too. I withdrew and she got on all fours and I entered her from behind and put my arms around her and fondled her breasts as Suzie loved me doing. I got really cheeky and said Suzie’s tits fel better than yours, and she said you bastard, and then tried to buck me off her but I held on and into her until she gave up after a few seconds. I laughed and said you asked for that, you keep telling me how much better you are at fucking than she is, so I though she would appreciate that. You are a bastard she said but come on fuck me hard and make up for it.

I wasn’t long which surprised me and I came in her from behind. As I did she backed onto me to get me right up into her. Ok she said I am now one behind, you are going to work hard to make that up. She rolled over and we lay together as I touched her breasts and she fondled my now soft cock. She said I shouldn’t let you any whee near them after your comment and I said, they are fine, better than most other women of your age I would say, but I cant speak from experience. How about your lawn mowing lady, I said I never got that far with her.

By now we were both very grotty around the pelvic area. We had been having sex for over an hour and I had cum a few times into her, even though I had sucked her dry there was still more than enough to make a mess. Come on she said lets shower together, I am sure we can make that another experience and she took me by the hand and led me to a shower which was just a shower head near the pool and we both washed each other clean. Soaping each other up and me fingering her to clean her internally had her high again as I knew where the G spot and clit were and made sure they were not left out. She kissed me under the shower than I mounted her standing up and we had a knee trembler as she came much faster than ever before. She said you know the right spots don’t you, now I am even, as I hadn’t made it. I was standing there with my erection proudly displayed so she got down and gave me another wonderful mouth job. Its about time I had a bit of a clean up down there I have been letting my hair grow again as nobody sees it any more. She said what do you prefer and I said I like some left on it but not all shaved off. Good she said its all yours to do with what you like. She got a razor from the cabinet and said ok its all yours and she sat down on a lounge and I got between her legs which she has spread wide and I performed a barber job on her, removing most of her hair but keeping a small triangle, but inverted so it was upside down like an A not a V. It looked good on her. She said how often do you shave and I said do my balls bare and trim the other hair short. I must be due for another trim shortly. She said I want to do something I did to Ben and that’s shave you bare. Would you mind if I did it for you once. I said I have never tried it bare but I would do it for you, or let you do it if you wished. I have a lot to thank you for.  She then got down and shaved every hair from my pubic region and loved every moment of it as she handled my cock and balls with tender loving care, being careful not to nick me. I had to admit it looked cool, but I knew I would be itchy for a day or so, but she was worth it. Then she said if it gets itchy come over and I will scratch it for you. You and I are going to be lovers for some time now, I shouldn’t admit it, but you are the best fuck I have had including Ben believe me. He was good but you are great. He was the best of the men in the swinging circle and he was as popular with the women as I was with the men. Somehow I am glad I have broken my contact there, I wouldn’t want to go back to that, particularly as I have you for a while I hope. I said that remains to be seen, as much as I enjoy fucking you and Sue, I don’t want to be tied down so be prepared you may have to share me occasionally or one day part forever. She said not before I have a threesome with you and Sue. That will be mind blowing. I said shit you wouldn’t expect me to do it to you both in the same bed. She said at the moment I would do it with you and anybody else around including her. If it’s good enough for you to fuck her, then its good enough for you to fuck her mother. Somehow I don’t think Sue will agree but it will be a while before she is home and heaven knows what we will be doing then.

This happened 6 months ago and we are still fucking each other like rabbits. I regularly spend the night with her now and our marathon fucks are legendary. She has told Sue what is happening. Sue wrote back telling me I was a lecherous bastard and if I wanted her mother in preference to her then she will never sleep with me again. Time will tell.

Thumping. Pumping. Kicking. Banging.

Kirsten was well tooled up. E’d and spiked and sinking into narcotic euphoria. Already her long hair was damp with sweat, and it splashed against her bare shoulders. Then the squelch of the first few beats of ‘Avenue’, punctuated by ecstatic samples from something quite different. She’d been looking forward to this festival forever. Or at least since she and her friends had booked tickets on the Net. Somewhere beyond the crowds was their tent where they’d spent hours chilling out to the sounds on their CD player, passing spliffs between themselves and giggling at the small things that somehow seemed so hilarious. Paul’s tee-shirt with the beer stain on it. So fucking funny! And Sophie’s hair. Where had she got those weird beads? But all that hanging around, chilling out, getting sorted, that was behind them. The E was kicking in, not that Kirsten was really sure with the haze of dope and booze. She was fucking having it. And fucking having it large. And fucking large it was too.

Banging. Pumping. Kicking. Moving.

Gurrh! The E was coming up. She was really rushing. She pressed herself against Barry, who as always was a bit anxious when Kirsten was coming on strong. But fuck him! She was enjoying herself. She grabbed him around the waist and they boogied together as the swirling cathedral sounds of ‘Avenue’ gave way to some record she recognised but didn’t know, vocal sounds breaking in like waves of orgasm through the dense rhythms, in tune with her body as she pressed it hard against Barry, feeling his cock stiffen through the fabric of his shorts.

Thumping. Banging. Clanging.

The sun was gradually sinking in the distance and the shadows were getting longer. On the stage the arcing, swaying bright lights became more obvious as a cloud passed in front of the sun. And then a cheer as Paul Van Dyk himself hit the stage. A few brief words from the podium while Kirsten and her friends paused in their dancing, and then at last the decks erupted as the sounds burst forth from the speakers, the heavy bass thundering across the fields as ‘Iguana’ erupted. Hard house heaven. Kirsten flung herself onto Paul, brushing her tits through her tanktop against his shiny bare chest, his hands and arms twitching with the familiar beats. Sophie was shaking up and down as the rhythms pushed through her, twitching though her from crown to toe. An ecstatic smile on her face was the dead give away that her rush was coming on stronger than ever.

Grinding. Throbbing. Pulsating.

And it was Kirsten. As always. Who was the first to pull off her tanktop and let her boobs out into the summer sun, even as it fell beneath the horizon. Kirsten gave a whoop as her round breasts with their puffy nipples and satisfying orbs came loose and swayed freely with her body as she swayed freely in the beat. She could see Paul’s stare. And she laughed. Paul was so fucking uptight. What did it fucking matter what he fucking thought? She was up for it, whatever he fucking was. Through the sweat that drained off her forehead onto her eyes she could just about see other eyes on her coming from the other dancers, but they were just the ones who weren’t really getting it on yet. It felt much better for her tits to bump and wobble and rotate and sway with the music, free as the rest of her. And fuck! What’s such a big deal about tits anyway?

Hopping. Bopping. Sliding. Gliding.

In through all the trance and hard house came a clear single note, held for a beautiful long moment, gradually building up tension, other rhythms patterning themselves within it. And then bit by bit as Kirsten and Sophie and Paul and Barry sank to the size of midgets on a small corner of the earth, in a vortex of spinning ravers, it built up inexorably and powerfully and ever greater, wave upon wave of emotion and power, to finally climax with beats so heavy and dense that Kirsten could feel her stomach give way beneath her, her long hair swaying onto her breasts and hardening nipples, the ring in her belly-button transmitting hard signals of joy. And then crescendo. Passion. Ecstasy. Emotion. The four of them almost wept as the music carried them up higher and higher, wave upon wave of overlaid beats, crashing and bashing, banging and clanging. Kirsten danced with her head up, mouth open to the sky, as a full moon appeared above her, monstrous and meaningful, the energy pulsing through her as it came onto her and crashed into her.

Grooving. Moving. Kicking. Killing.

DJ after DJ. Record after record. Mix after mix. Highs. Lows. Bass. Treble. Rhythms harder than a hammer. Sharper than a knife. Like the knives cutting into her soul. Chemical Heaven. Kirsten pushed herself against Paul again, his own top thrown aside, pressing her hot hard breasts against his hot hard smooth chest, his pierced nipple occasionally slapping against her hot hard nipple. They shimmied and swirled and pirouetted and glided. Flesh against flesh. And Kirsten’s hand on his hard cock under his shorts. So long. So thick. And such a good fuck. Kirsten smiled as she remembered their fuck last night. The four of them. Taking turns as the acid wore off and the E kicked in. Not like that shit time with K that time. Paul and Kirsten. Paul and Sophie. Barry and Kirsten. Barry and Sophie. And even for a few giggly awkward moments, while the boys ogled guiltily, Sophie and Kirsten. Was it fun? Maybe. But what the fuck! You’re only young once.

Kicking. Banging. Thumping. Jumping.

And if not then, why not now? thought Kirsten, as the sounds got fast and furious, the lights flashing over the fields and the stage, dark silhouetted DJs behind decks, films synchronised with the beat on the backdrop. A deep contorted fucked-up beat squeezed itself through the four to the floor, twisted around in her belly, sank into her chest, and released itself as Kirsten pulled Paul’s shorts down, his prick standing out tall and proud, pink and purple gloriousness, pride personified. A cock to die for. Paul was too far gone to care, but his dancing became reduced to twitching as his consciousness gradually took in what Kirsten’s tongue was doing to his prick at that moment. Slurping, glurping, gasping, gulping. Saliva and sweat. And such a fucking big prick! Would Paul come on her tits? Did she want to waste such goodness?

Thumping. Pumping. Kicking. Banging.

Kirsten wasn’t sure what she wanted. But the music made demands on her. All at once “Horny! Horny!” crashed the vocals from the mix. Cheesy but so vital. Without any more thought, Kirsten stood up and pulled down her own shorts and knickers, past her pierced crotch and its triangle of light brown hair that belied the truth of her blonde hair, down, down, eased over her bony knees and then kicked off into the grass. She was now naked, except for her light green pumps, a slim bare figure in the moonlight, the rhythms pulsating through her chemically electric frame. Naked. And not for the first time at a festival. Sophie rolled her eyes, but didn’t stop her dancing. Barry looked nervous. And Paul looked positively terrified. A few other figures momentarily paused in their dancing. And one or two exchanged comments, but not wanting to look uncool. After all, it was only nudity.

And Kirsten enjoyed it. The chill air on her burning crotch. The sweat running free down her torso, onto her bare thighs without interruption or pause. Perhaps she was a naturist at heart. But perhaps she didn’t go for all that shit. She wasn’t going to be spending her time playing beachball and table tennis. She just liked being bare fucking butt naked, and she didn’t fucking care what anyone fucking thought. If her parents could see her now. They could just get fucked like everyone else.

Scraping. Grinding. Twisting. Bumping.

And there was Paul still jumping and bumping opposite her, his prick slapping from side to side with the rhythm of his dancing. A shame to waste it, thought Kirsten, getting onto the ground, knees in the grass, hands behind his buttocks and prick in her mouth. The taste and smell was overwhelming, while Kirsten’s flesh tingled with chemical tension, the prick driving deep into her throat. But not for long. All of a sudden, it erupted into a creamy trail of come, which as his prick withdrew, splattered onto Kirsten’s chest and down his legs. Kirsten smiled as more come dribbled out of her mouth, and then without pause up with the beat, as it took her higher and higher and higher.

Pumping. Thumping. Hitting hard. Banging on. Relentless. Never ending.

And then it started to rain. Not for the first fucking time at a festival. The music continued uninterrupted. And who was on stage? Kirsten didn’t know. Didn’t care. After all those weeks comparing DJs. Was Carl Cox on? Was Judge Jules, Paul Oakenfold, Ferry Corsten, Armand Van Helden? Was it going to be blinding? Or cheesy? Or hard? Or trancey? Who fucking cared? The rain beat down gently, softer than the music, barely noticed on the sweat that already had her hair sodden and damp and lank and sticking to her bare skin. But not for long. Just a shower. Thank fucking Christ for that!

Bumping. Thumping. Kicking. Heavier. Harder. Darker. Throbbing. Banging.

How it happened, Kirsten didn’t know, but soon there were others like her, naked and boogying, clothes flung aside, more pills appearing and shared and still no break in the dancing. Kirsten bounced off Sophie, whose eyes were rolling no longer, her perky pointed nipples as free as Kirsten’s fuller rounder boobs. Barry, too, had pulled down his pants, his thin prick not as proud as Paul’s even now, shrivelled into nothing, but shaking madly from side to side. The music pounding and pulling and pushing.

Perhaps it was Barry. Perhaps it was Sophie. Perhaps it was Kirsten herself. But someone had changed the tempo in their dancing, even though the music was beating to an altogether heavier, faster beat, and they were on the grass, slightly damp after the shower, all three of them, rolling about, kissing and licking each other. And when Barry put his prick in Sophie’s cunt, in came Paul, his prick recovering its hardness and straight into Kirsten, as she wrapped her legs around him, and he thrust in and out, with a rhythm totally out of step with the music. Kirsten didn’t care. The music was now just in the background. The sounds and rhythms in her skull were red and warm and liquid and tingled with narcotic energy. What the fuck had they been taking? Or was it just how the fancy took them?

And soon there were others. Kirsten didn’t know who they were. She didn’t care. Boys. Girls. As long as they had tongues and fingers and lips and pricks where pricks counted. Above them were the shadows of others dancing and twitching energetically in the moonlight, lit up occasionally by the vast strobes of light flashing from the stage. Kirsten occasionally caught snatches of tunes as they thundered by. Was that fucking Fatboy Slim? And later she was sure she heard the distinct beat and vocals of ‘Age of Love’. Occasionally, she looked into the faces and not just the bodies of the people gathered around her in this impromptu orgy of theirs. Would she normally have allowed such a fat arsed bloke with his long hair still inside his floppy hat take her up the arse like that? But who fucking cared? It was up there. Pushing up and pushing up, while below Paul (at least she thought it was Paul) was fucking her cunt. And a girl with really short hair was licking her face and eyebrows and cheeks. Kirsten grabbed the girl’s face with her hands and tugged it straight into her mouth and tongue fought against tongue.

Sophie and Barry were also hard at it interlocked by other naked bodies, sometimes flashing purple, blue, yellow or red as the massive strobes passed by. And then back to shadows in the pale moonlight. And then the hard beats of Mauro Piccotto joined the gasps and grunts and slurps and cries of the mass of bodies, building up to a climax of action, as Kirsten herself climaxed again and again and again.

And then more easy ambient noises from the stage. Bodies sagged and swayed. Exhausted by the dancing, the sex, the sweat. Sampled beats from the orient, interspersed with low ambient vocal cries, and long low hums of sound underlaying the slower rhythm. And bit by bit, person by person, the mass of naked flesh peeled off, Kirsten writhing beneath them.

Until there was only her. Lying on the grass, as people were making their way home. Her hair was splayed about her, face on one side, breasts on the ground, and legs crossed scissor-fashion behind her. Above her stood Sophie, while Barry and Paul stood off to one side chatting and passing a joint back and forth.

“Come on, girlfriend,” smiled Sophie. “Get your kit on.”

Kirsten stood up shakily, her memory of events already fragmented and incomplete. “Did we really…?”

“Here, Kirsten, have a toke,” insisted Paul, handing her the joint. “You were really way out there.”

Kirsten put the joint to her lips and breathed in deeply. Too deeply really, as she coughed up most of what she’d taken, but not so much that the effect of the skank was wasted on her.

“We really got it on there, didn’t we? We had a real fucking time, didn’t we? It was really banging!” she said with a smile as she looked up with her clothes in a bundle in her arms.

“Yeah, babe,” said Barry with an ironic smile. “That’s the word for it. Banging!”

The Predator pulled the woman up by her handcuffed wrists and heard her grunt into the ball-gag as she tottered on her high-heels. He pushed her down the corridor to where he knew her bedroom was located at the rear or the house. He couldn't help but become excited again as he looked at her round bottom and shapely nylon encased legs as she staggered ahead of him down the hall; he started to think what he was going to do next and started to stiffen in his jeans. When he got to the bedroom door he pushed her hard so that the bitch was propelled forward and fell face down on to the bed.

The Predator looked excitedly at the woman sprawled before him on her bed; her white A-line skirt had ridden up revealing the crotch of her full-cut red nylon panties and the lacy tops of her taupe high-sheen stockings, the tops of her thighs were framed magnificently by the black lace of the nylon full-slip. He opened his fly and coaxed his member to a full erection. God he loved this!

Michele lay sprawled on her bed; feeling completely exposed and helpless. She could feel his sticky come still dribbling from her back passage and she felt so degraded lying there with her skirt riding up revealing her red nylon panties and the lacy stocking tops; she wished she had never experimented with crossdressing; it was her fault, she should be ashamed of herself. She was even more ashamed that she had orgasmed when the predator had sodomised her; "my God, when would this end," she thought. Then she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper opening and looked up to see the man open his fly and stroke his member until it was rock hard. Michele groaned into her gag and wondered what was going to happen next; how could this animal become aroused again so fast!

The Predator jumped onto the bed beside the woman; his hard member wobbling out in front him. He undid his belt and shucked down his jeans and underwear and kicked off his shoes when his clothing bunched at his ankles then he pulled off his socks so that he was naked from the waist down. The woman lay still on the bed breathing heavily through her nose because of the ball gag in her mouth. He worked his way into the middle of the bed so that his crotch was level with the woman's face. He reached out and turned her head so that she was facing his erect penis, it bobbed up and down in front of her pretty face. This was the part he really loved, but it was also the most dangerous! He warned the woman that he was about to take the ball gag out of her mouth and if she cried out or attempted to bite he would beat her until she begged him to stop. To prove his point he slapped her once across the face. He looked into her pretty heavily made-up eyes and saw the beginnings of a single tear; then the tear ran down her face leaving a small streak of mascara. The Predator figured she had got the message and reached behind her head and released the gag.

Michele screamed inside as the man jumped onto the bed; his erection wobbling out in front him and removed his clothing from the waist down. It would have been a comical sight in any other circumstances; the man struggling out of his jeans as his cock bounced up and down in front of him; but Michele was starting to realise what was going to happen next as the man moved forward and his erection approached her face. She could smell her musk on his manhood from when he had fucked her arse and she saw a bead of clear pre-seminal fluid form at the eye of his glans. Michele could not really understand the warning he issued but when he slapped her face she understood his intent. Her face stung and her head was reeling as the man reached behind her head and ripped off the ball gag; she gasped as the gag was released and managed to say one word: "Please!" before the beast pushed his cock into her mouth and grabbed the sides of her face and held her there while he fucked her face.

The Predator had done this to all of his victims and always loved the shocked expression on their faces as his cock invaded their mouths. The woman was so stunned that she didn't even think of biting; instead her lips clamped over his shaft and her tongue began slaver around the head of his penis as she tried to eject his member without biting it. The Predator started to fuck her face; his powerful hands held her face steady as he pushed his cock back and forth between her lipsticked lips. She could do nothing, trussed as she was, except capitulate.

The Predator looked down and was aroused and excited by the sight in front of him. The woman was heavily made-up (which he loved); her pretty face was framed by her brunette hair which hung to her shoulders and fringed her brows, her eyes were outlined in back eyeliner and her lashes heavily mascared. Pale blue eye shadow blending to a shade of dark pink coloured her sparkling eyes, her cheeks were heavily rouged, defining the lines of her cheekbones, her lips were coated in with a deep plum red lipstick; and sticking out of her matronly but attractive face was his pink, hard cock. He looked down her body at her arse and legs and then slid his eyes back up again to the woman's face and began to fuck her mouth harder.

Michele was still stunned from the slap as the rubbery flesh invaded her mouth and her first reaction was to eject the foul tasting monster. She was conscious of the fact that if she bit the invading penis she would suffer badly, so she clamped her lips over the man's shaft and tried to eject it. Michele pushed her tongue onto head of his penis and tasted a male cock for the first time. It was not what she expected; it was not salty as she had read it described so many times, but more of a creamy floury taste with an undercurrent of musk. She could also taste her own lipstick and perfume, and god help her if she didn't feel a stirring in her panties as her own member began to stiffen. Then she felt the man start to push his cock in and out of her mouth, groaning with pleasure. Michele realised that her attempts to expel his member were in fact arousing the man further; her tongue slathering along his glands and her lips tight against the taut sleek skin of his shaft were in no way effective in ejecting the invading penis, they were having the opposite effect. Michele decided that there was no way she was going to be able to repel his attack and decided that she would try to excite the man as much as possible so that he would get this barbaric act over with as soon as possible. As the Predator started to fuck her face; his powerful hands holding her face steady, she started to suck on the intruding member and work her tongue over his glans as her lipsticked lips moved up and down the shaft.

The Predator used long slow strokes so that the woman could breathe through her nose in time with his thrusts; he didn't want her gagging. Her soft lips and tongue were proving extremely arousing on the delicate nerves of his manhood. He loved it when he pulled back and the flange of his glans was between her lips and then the slippery feel of her wet tongue slavering his cock as he thrust into her face. If he didn't know better he would think the bitch was encouraging him.

The Predator felt his orgasm begin as his scrotum contracted and his penis started to convulse. Waves of pleasure shot though him as he felt his semen churn out of his scrotal sac and begin to shoot along the channel inside his cock, searching for release through the opening in the eye of his glans; the hot load spurned on by the blood engorged spongy walls of his shaft contracting and convulsing. The Predator held the woman's face hard and steady; he allowed the first few squirts of his ejaculate to stream into her hot wet mouth and then he pulled his cock back and out of her mouth; the head of his cock plopping out over her lips as the first jet of hot sticky semen ejaculated out of the eye of his convulsing cock.

Michele sucked and licked the invading penis as it raped her mouth; she was increasingly aware of the gossamer feel of her silky lingerie and stockings, the taste of her own lipstick and the light caress of her hair on her face. She could not help but become further aroused; the fact that she was cuffed and vulnerable added to her pleasure and allowed her to find an excuse for her debased reaction to this invasion of her sanctity; after all what could she do? All she could do, she rationalised, was to capitulate and to try to bring this brutal action to a swift end. Then Michele realised what was happening as the man quickened his pace and she felt his organ begin to contract and convulse. Her mouth filled with warm yeasty semen; it didn't seem to spurt out of his cock as she expected it would, it seemed more to just suddenly appear in her mouth. Michele couldn't escape the eroticism of giving her first fellatio, even if it was against her will; she felt herself ejaculate into her panties again, the warm flood of her own ejaculate soaking her panties and pantyhose as she swallowed his seed. Then the man pulled back suddenly and his cock plopped out of her mouth and she felt streams of hot sticky semen start to splash onto her face.

The Predator moaned with pleasure as stream after stream of white, warm fluid shot all over the woman's face; he rubbed his cock on her cheeks, her lips and her nose; coming all over her. A long rope of semen ran from the woman's brow, across her eye and onto her nose; as his cock rubbed against her face the semen mixed with her makeup and began to make a colour palate of semen, makeup and lipstick all over her eyes, cheeks and lips. He forced his cock back into her mouth as the last convulsions of his orgasm consumed him.

The Predator sighed as the last of his issue spent into her lipsticked smeared mouth; he stared into her scared, pretty eyes, now panda-like with the mixture of semen, mascara and eyeliner smudged all around them. God he loved to do this to these stuck up matrons. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and rubbed it all over her face again, the sperm and makeup now mixing with her tears. He let go of her face as she began to sob and rolled her over so that she was on her back, face up so that she could watch his final degrading act. He moved down the bed and grabbed a handful of her pristine white skirt and wiped the congealed mess of come and makeup off his cock with it. Her skirt was stained black and red by her makeup and silvery gobs of sperm were mixed in with the mess. "That'll stain," he laughed wickedly at the stuck up matron lying handcuffed on the bed before him.

The Predator finished wiping the mess on her skirt that was now rucked around her waist, and then he noticed the stain in the front of her red nylon panties. He knew that the spend from when he had fucked her had stained her underwear, he had seen the results of his orgasm on her buttocks and thighs; but he hadn't touched her cunt yet; he was saving that for later; so why was there wet semen all over the front of her panties? Then he saw the bulge there straining against the nylon pantyhose and panty gusset and slowly but surely he realised what it was! This fucking woman had a cock!!! What the fuck????????????

To be continued...

"You’ll find out."

He pulled the sleeper berth restraint across my naked body. I’d fallen asleep without it. It was constructed from two thick nylon straps and a series of nylon ropes tied into a net. Why was he covering me with the restraint? The restraint covered a person’s abdomen so that in the case of a rollover, the driver in the bed wouldn’t fly around in the truck. But the truck was no longer moving. Nick took my left hand and started tying it with a two inch strip of bright fabric. He tied my hand firmly to the seatbelt net. He was tying me up!

"Before you start something," I said, "I have to pee."

"Good." He said, his voice thick with lust. He finished tying my hand, holding it tightly. I knew he didn’t want me to move.

"I’m not kidding. I have to pee."

"If you need to use that mouth of yours, use it for this," and he rolled on top of me and stuck his dick in my mouth. In other words, Shut up. I started sucking.

"That’s better."

It was a warm night, and I had gone to sleep naked on top of the comforter. Blood rushed into his cock, and he was quickly his full seven inches. He bent forward over me and used another strip of fabric to tie my right knee to the side of the seatbelt attachment. I sucked contentedly on his nice, rigid cock.

"You tying me up?" I asked in a rather muffled way around the stiffness of his cock.

It sounded more like "Uh ew eyiy ee uh?"

"Suck it." He slapped my pussy lightly where it glistened when he spread my legs.

I grunted. He thrust his dick down my throat a little farther. He was going to play rough! This should be interesting. I stroked him with my right hand as he jammed his length inside my mouth. I still felt groggy. But Nick was pushing me straight into very physical, energetic sex... I hoped I was in a good enough mood.

He tied my left knee to the frame of the bed. He laced the fabric carefully around it, going criss cross down to my ankles. When he finished, I couldn’t move my legs at all; he had tied them wide open. Spread eagle. He had an amazing view of my pussy. The seatbelt restraint held me down from my belly button to my neck. Except for my right hand, I couldn’t move. He started jamming on my clit.

"I have to pee, Nick." I insisted, coming off of his cock just enough to talk.

"Don’t you do it yet." He slapped me again, right on my pussy. "You get back to work-- taking care of my cock."

I heard the ping of our microwave. Nick pulled off me to stand and get something out. "Do not talk," he warned, "and you can use that hand of yours to rub that clit."

He stood by the bed until I obediently started rubbing myself with my free hand. He took one last strip of the fabric and wrapped it twice around my head, covering my eyes. Wow. He’d never tried anything like this before. Tying me up and telling me what to do. If I didn’t need to go to the bathroom so badly, this might even be a thrill! I closed my eyes under the blindfold and kept rubbing, rubbing my clit. I really did need to piss, so it was intense, in a semi-uncomfortable way.

I heard him moving, collecting things. The microwave door opened and shut. I felt my hand being moved away from my lap and he tied it to the edge of the bed. I started to say something but his dick nudged its way back inside my mouth. I held it there, sucking lightly, curious and sightless, straining to figure out what he was doing.

Down between my legs, he laid some steaming hot towels. I jerked, somewhat startled by the sudden heat, but they weren’t too warm. He clinked something against the side of a dish, and then I smelled shaving cream. He rocked his dick in and out of my mouth, then stopped with it jammed in deep, and started to shave my pussy.

I paused, delighting in the warmth of the towels and the smooth stroke of the razor. He placed dry towels underneath me. I felt the trickle of liquid as he doused me with a quarter cup of water to rinse away some fine hairs. It was a good thing I kept plastic sheeting on the bed. I’d shaved probably a week ago, but we had been driving like mad, and I didn’t take the time every time to keep up on it when we stopped for quick showers along the road. He was sudsing and stroking. It was going to feel baby smooth when he finished. He stroked the skin lightly with his fingertip.

"Still need to pee?"

I nodded.

"Don’t do it yet." He said, carefully wiping the last of the shaving cream off my labia. "That feel better now?"

I nodded. Did he want me to piss right here on the bunk?

"Good. Get back to work sucking my dick. I’m going to go ahead and tell you what I want you to do, so you better listen. Don’t squirt me until I tell you to. You understand?"

I nodded. I was entirely tied and blindfolded, and gagged by the sheer size of him. I was going nowhere until he said I could. I certainly wasn’t going to be able to stand and move away to relieve myself. I was thrilled that he wanted to issue me orders, and hoped I could hold it long enough for his game. He started rubbing my newly shaved pussy again, this time with his tongue. He darted it full force at my clit, and then dragged the width of his tongue across the pee hole where I ached to release, and darted it inside my vagina. I tried to relax into it, tried to think of something else. It was kind of a catch twenty two. If I thought about where he was spending his energy, I needed to piss. If I wanted to enjoy what he was doing, I needed to think about where he was spending his time. Right where I needed to piss. But he told me not to.

Wow. This was almost too intense.

I got busy playing my tongue on his cock. He wasn’t in real deep and he wasn’t moving it around much, so I pulled off of it where I could and started tonguing and lapping at the shaft. I couldn’t think about what he was doing down between my legs. If I did, I was going to squirt him real bad.

He poured something on my pussy. I felt an oily slipperiness. I identified the distinctive odor of olive oil as he pushed his fingertips inside my vagina. For some reason, he wanted me really wet. He pushed two fingers in and out of my vagina. Slurp, slurp, slurp. It was like he was trying to massage the muscles at the opening. He had a new intensity. Something very different. His dick was rock hard. I felt the depth of his fingers sliding all the way inside. What the hell was he doing? I was feeling so stretched, so stretched open. Then suddenly he jammed his whole hand inside my tight cunt. Wham!

His hand was buried up to his wrist inside my pussy!

"Oh." I moaned, shifting my ass what little I could to accommodate his hand. I couldn’t believe it. His whole hand. I wondered how it looked, his wrist buried deep in my cunt.

"Am I hurting you?" I heard alarm in his voice and felt his dick soften between my teeth.

"That was sudden," I mumbled, trying not to feel ripped open. I could sense how excited he was. He liked me to masturbate with especially big dildos. I wanted to be able to take his whole hand.

"You okay?"

"I told you, I need to pee."

"In a minute." I could hear relief in his voice that he hadn’t hurt me.

He pulled his dick away from my mouth as he intently watched his hand disappear inside my depths. He rocked out and back inside. He was exploring a dark side of himself, but I knew that he would quit in a heartbeat if I needed him to stop. I felt the tight pull of the muscle on the inside of my thighs as he knelt over me, fascinated, watching his hand slide in and out of my cunt. Oh I was full. He started rubbing frantically on my clit with his other hand. Rubbing my clit was a good distraction from the full feeling inside my vagina. I had to concentrate on keeping the muscles tight so I wouldn’t piss in his face. I think it was harder not to think about it, because I was blindfolded. No matter what, the feeling was right there.

His cock stiffened on its own, and swung back into my face. I started rocking my hips, taking his hand in deep, hoping I wouldn’t pee. I knew he enjoyed the view. He often asked me to masturbate and stayed seated in the driver’s seat so he could watch. Sometimes I even fucked my vibrator while he drove. He liked it when I inserted especially large dongs inside my cunt. One time, I even tried inserting a bottle. But oh my god, his hand felt huge! The walls of my vagina were being stretched to new capacity.

"Don’t you stop sucking on me." He said urgently, trying to sound annoyed.

I took him back inside my mouth. He held himself carefully above me so it didn’t jam inside too far. I used my lips and tongue to try to distract me from the wonderful click click click of his fingers against my clitoris and the sthluk sthluck as his other hand cradled inside my cunt. It was way too big for the cavity, but he was being careful to cup his fingers at an angle so I could take it. I felt like he was going to stretch me all out of shape. I wondered if I would ever be able to feel tightness around his cock when he went in there again, but my pussy was elastic enough and I exercised my kegels, so I figured I’d be okay. When he jammed his hand inside of me, it felt incredible, sunshine and shadow, one wrong move could rip me, one right move could make me come. I kept my eyes closed underneath the blindfold and fortunately, he was watching his hand and forgot that I was no longer keeping my mouth busy against his cock. I needed all my concentration to keep from cumming and peeing all over his hand.

He pulled his hand out, and I arched, straining against the ties. I was really into the fullness of his hand, then suddenly, it was gone! I was equally thrilled by the absence. Oh my god! I clenched my vagina tight and contracted against my orgasm. He said he would tell me when I could cum. The muscles on the insides of my thighs were really contracted now, and bounced with the tension of holding my legs so wide for such a long time. I felt Nick’s tongue slip back inside of my vulva, and tickle around, lapping and sucking. He moved his face and I could feel the smoothness of cheek bones and the slight prickle of beard as he moved his lips across me. He smeared pussy all over his face, rubbing his nose on me, turning his head and rubbing his ears. He wanted the cunt juices to saturate his head. I strained, arcing against the tethers that held my legs wide. I wanted to pull my hand away from the ties so I could pinch my pert nipple as he teased me.

"You gonna cum for me Baby?"

"Yes." I told him, almost shaking with restraint. "You tell me when."

"I wanna watch," he said, his voice husky, "and I want you to get me wet. But not until I tell you to."

I felt the slip of metal shears as he cut away the tether that held my right hand. He kissed my face. "Rub that pussy. I wanna see you squirt. Don’t worry about the bed. We’ll take care of that later." He licked my cheek and whispered the last words in my ear. "Cum for me, Baby."

It felt weird to masturbate right before his eyes. I couldn’t see anything, but I knew he was close to me, I could feel his breath. I couldn’t angle into any privacy. He had my legs pulled as far apart as they could go and I knew he was kneeling and watching my hand dart inside and out. He watched what I pulsed my fingers against, where I lingered, where I strained. I could sense that he was stroking himself as he watched. I could hear the catch in his breathing as he jacked it.

"Give me some dick," I begged.

"Then you better come and I better see it."

I moved my hand up to my mouth, collected some spit off my tongue. I was wet from the oils and juices, but I’d had my legs spread awhile, and there was no such thing as too much moisture. He watched me stick my fingers in my mouth.

"You like the way you taste?"

"Oh yeah." I smiled at his question, knowing he was watching my face and slipped my fingers back inside my pussy. I arched my pelvis forward and forced my legs as wide as they would go. I wished I could watch him slip his hand up and down the length of his dick. I wondered how much longer he was going to wait before he shoved that thing inside me. I’d better get busy and come for him.

I jacked my hand on my clit, reveling in the intensity, then tugged at my pee hole. He was waiting to watch me squirt, and I knew it would start with a warm trickle that would quickly get cold. "Can you put that towel back into the microwave?" I asked him. "I’m going to make a mess."

"I want you to," he whispered, intent in the game. "Come for me. Squirt it!" he urged.

It didn’t take long. He’d gotten me jamming when he put his mouth on me, and I had wanted to come at least five minutes earlier. But I wanted to come in that urgent, panting way that left my clit throbbing for five hours, so I rubbed hard knuckles against the firm bump, my breath catching higher and higher as I tried to hit it just right.

"Tear it up, Baby."

I knew his face wasn’t more than a few inches away. I felt it coming and I let it fly. It started with an orgasm, but because I was pushing so hard, there was no way I could control my bladder. I reached to cover the stream of piss with my hand so it didn’t squirt all over his face but he grabbed my hand and pulled it away. "I told you I wanted to watch."

I contorted into the depth of my orgasm, twitching and calling out. The stream of yellow fizzled when he buried his face between my legs.

I felt him lap lap lap on my clit "Cum some more," he directed. "Hey, that tastes good to me right now, Baby."

He rubbed it fervently with his tongue, breaking off and rubbing it again with his hand. There was no way I could wriggle free from the intensity. My breath caught in my throat and I started to moan, the moan climbing in octaves as he kept slamming my clit.

"Cum for me, Baby," he said.

I wanted to oblige, but I didn’t think I could. My thighs were getting sore from the position. I pulled my ass up off the bed, uncomfortable as now there was a puddle underneath, growing cold. He watched me writhing around on the bed.

Suddenly, he slipped the scissors, cold metal against my leg and cut the restraints free. He pulled the seatbelt restraint net off my body. I had ridges etched into my skin from arching my skin into the nylon ropes. I pulled my legs together, releasing the muscles. Releasing the tightness. He cut my hand free and then the blindfold. I blinked. The light was too bright after the darkness. He indicated that he wanted me to roll over, to move to a dry spot on the bed. When I did so, he stood behind me and sank his hand deep into my cunt. Oh it felt so good! I rocked back into it, taking him up to his wrist.

"Rub your clit" he urged, his voice breathless with anticipation. "I want you to cum for me again."

I was a very good girl. I started rubbing my clit. He shoved his oiled fist inside my cunt and I came over and over again. He was still rock hard.

It was going to be a long night. A long and wonderful night.

 Two hours later, I am in bed, with Kathlene who is teaching us the finer topic of sensual love making. She has a strap on, and slowly thrusts it in and out of me as I moan and grasp her body kissing her neck and caressing her breasts. After my 10 minute period, I slide out of bed and grab a dildo to pleasure my self to an orgasm.Kathlene murmurs something in my masters ear, and my master walks over and grabs me harshly. The other masters do the same, then rig us up to a fucking machine. There are three on a turntable, and we are blind folded as they swivel around. When the table stops, I am pushed backwards onto my dildo. I almost scream when I realize there are two, I am going to be double plugged. Next, I feel how large they are. Each is most likely about a foot long. I have a fleeting moment of escape, but that would take out all the fun. I let the machine start up, and the burning in my ass starts. There was no lube on the dildo. I scream through the ag as the dildo pentrates my holes slowly, rubbing through my skin and creating a painful friction. They pull out, then enter me again, faster. I moan/scream into my gag, and try to wriggle away, but each time I move, the ties move me closer so that the dildo is driving deeper into me! The dildo is going to fast, and I moan as I orgasm. Kathlene just reaches over and makes a mark on my half full orgasm card. After half an hour of this painful fucking, I am taken off the machine, and a large butt plug and dildo are placed in me by a chastity belt. Then, I am walked to lunch, hobbling along painfully, groaning as each step puts pressure on my intruders. After lunch, as I am walking back to my cabin, I am swiped from behind and a hand put on my mouth.

 I wriggle and fight, but I open my eyes, and seeing 30 boys, I quiet down. I am tied up to a table, with my ass and pussy accesible, then they take out my toys and have a go. Each one fucks me at least three times, but each time I go unconscious, they hit me as hard as they can. Finally, after a few hours of fucking, I am released, sore and tired. As I walk to my cabin, Kathlene greets me at the door, a mock angry look on her face. "You can't just run off like that! For that, we need to punish you!" And she leads me in to my bunk, where all the girls wait with strap-ons. They tie me in eagle and start fucking my sore holes. All I want to do is cry. They laugh as I scream, and fuck me until suppertime. My Dom says, "On your knees girl, your punishment isn't over yet. Don't cum, for the rest of tonight." And she plugs my ass, then slips a vibrating egg into my pussy, and turns it on. I almost orgasm, but contain myself. When I get there, Will ties me to the table and I wonder, "How much more fucking can I take in just one day?" Each time one of my group thrusts, the egg is pushed around in my pussy. They rub some tightening cream in me when they are done, and I sit down to dinner. That night, they take me back to their cabin, and I see that brian is there. As everybody except Brian and Tristan fuck me (11 guys, the have 12 a cabin) I moan and groan. When They are done, I am blindfolded and led out side. WHen I open my eyes, I see Brian and Tristan. Brian speaks "We love you and want to fuck you. If we ever want you, it will be in the staff room, because I can allow campers in there." I walk with them, my aching pussy throbbing, the vibrator not taken out yet. They fuck me slowly, and I relax, knowing that this won't hurt. Brian decides to try for a record, to get his whole cock up my ass. I know he is not allowed to, but he produces a can of lube, and thouroughly rubs his rock hard member in it, then gently slips it up my ass. I go to 7 inches fine, but then it starts to strain. He pulls out, and tells me, "Its ok, I will take you here everyother night, and by the end of camp, I am sure we can do it!" Tristan smiles as he walks me to my cabin, to be sure I don't get abducted and gangbanged again. I slip into my bed with a peaceful thought of Brian slipping his whole cock up my ass, and I smile as I slip off to sleep.

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Her submission to her e-mail master in no way diminished her self confidence or, in her own mind, her sense of independence.   She initially considered her submission an intriguing game to be played as long as it was fun.   She knew she didn’t have to do as told and what harm could come from someone who didn’t know her real identity and whom she would certainly never meet, or so she thought initially.   It would be fun to see what he envisioned for her.   So she started.   As time passed and she was rewarded with pleasure at performing each of the tasks he gave her, she began to consider each new instruction a challenge to see if she could perform it to his satisfaction.   Each time she completed a task, she felt such a sense of accomplishment and reward that she looked forward to either new challenges or to repeating others.   In this way, Nickie became his true submissive sex slave, either through his unique ability to read her true desires from her replies to him, or to pure dumb luck at finding one so completely receptive to his manipulation.  

 

Now to Nickie – in her own words:

 

I believe the greatest benefit to me in this relationship with my Master has been the realization that I can enjoy sex so much more if I know I am pleasing my partner, giving him or her pleasure thereby enhancing my own.   I still perform some version of my nightly routine of self stimulation on those nights that I am not otherwise occupied and I believe that this keeps me in a heightened state of arousal most of the time.   Through my contact with my Master I have come to realize that I simply love sex in all it’s forms and revel in the challenge of ensuring my partner loves sex with me.   As the chapter in my life that covered my years as a student, both at the university and possibly as a student of my Master’s, came to a close, I knew it was time for decisions.   But initially, I was just relieved that school was over and thought that I did not really have to make any big decisions right away.   I could just play for a while, mark time until I was ready to move on to that next chapter in my life, whatever it might be.   Well – that’s not exactly the way it turned out.

 

I had just graduated from the university that I have attended for three years.   I was looking forward to getting it over with and celebrating afterwards.   I got up that morning to get ready to go to graduation ceremonies, removed the large butt plug that I now insert each night after my routine and took my shower.   I took the small butt plug and slipped it into my ass.   I really like the feeling of being filled back there and usually have something in my ass most of the time.   I brushed my hair and applied a little minimal makeup.   Then tried to decide what to wear under my graduation gown.   The gown was black, made of relatively thin but not transparent material, floor length, and zipped up the front.  

 

‘You know,’ I thought, ‘I don’t have to wear anything at all underneath.’  

 

I mean – the gown certainly covered me and the day promised to be warm.   I might have to be a little careful when sitting since the zipper only started just above my knees, but sitting I would be able to show a bit of leg and thigh.   This appealed to me and my exhibitionist tendencies so I put the robe on and zipped up the front.   My nipples were erect from my thoughts of going to graduation this way and were quite apparent through the thin fabric.   I practiced sitting in front of my mirror.   I unzipped the top of the gown a bit to show just a bit of cleavage and looked at myself.   Satisfied, I put on my shoes, relatively modest heels, and put   the mortar board on and pinned it to my hair.   We were expected to be at the arena by 9:00 AM and it was 8:30, so I left the apartment and walked the short distance to campus.  

 

I arrived, found my place in line, and waited for the march into the arena.   I was graduating, Summa Cum Laude, with a 3.98 GPR and so was in with the group of honor graduates positioned between two guys that I knew.   We had been in a couple of the same classes together this last semester.   I had spent the night with both of them a few weeks earlier and we had gotten to know each other really well.   They were well aware of my reputation, as were many others in the arena that day.   As I arrived and took my place between them, they each gave me a hug and a kiss.   Chuck is an anachronism, a very smart guy who played on the football team.   As he hugged me, his hand went to my ass and squeezed it playfully.   I grinned and stuck my tongue out at him.  

 

“Just cool it, Chuck,” I said. “This isn’t the time or place.   Maybe later. K?”

 

“You name the time and place and I’ll be there,” he replied.   As I talked with him I felt another hand on my ass, turned and to find James, a big grin on his face.  

 

“You feel fine this morning, sugar,” he said.   “In fact, feels like I’m feeling the real you underneath that robe.   Don’t tell me that’s all you have on,” he added in a whisper.   James is another football player, big, black, and smart as a whip.   And did I mention big.   Six feet nine inches tall, 250 lbs., about 9 inches long and very thick.

 

“Of course it isn’t the only thing I have on.   See.” I pulled up the hem of the robe and looked down to display my feet. “I also have shoes on.” I smiled shyly at him from under the edge of the mortar board.

 

“My mistake, sugar.   You certainly do have shoes on.   I just hope you don’t have to stand in front of any really bright lights.   That robe’s pretty thin.”   He said, grinning more broadly

 

“Thanks for the warning, but I think I’ll be OK.   At least I shouldn’t get too warm,” I said, smiling back at him.  

 

Grinning even more broadly, he said, “Wouldn’t count on that.”

 

The music started for our processional and we began to shuffle forward to the entrance to the arena.   Chuck behind me and James in front.   As we moved forward, stopped, and moved forward repeatedly, I could feel Chucks erection press against my back.   As I bumped into James in front of me, I felt his hands cup my pussy and rub it up and down a few times.   He had his hands innocently clasped behind his back at just the right level.   By the time we entered the arena and the march to our seats picked up, I was really warm.

 

As I sat down I pulled the robe up so that it fell on either sid of my legs.   I crossed my legs loosely, as always, conscious of my Master’s instructions to never let my thighs touch when sitting.    In this way anyone sitting across from me could look up my skirt or dress, or in this case, my robe.   Of course there was no one across from me now but sitting this way has become, as I am sure my Master intended, second nature to me now.

 

As the ceremony started, both James and Chuck reached over and each one put a hand in my lap.   I uncrossed my legs and spread them a little.   I covered both of their hands with mine and it looked like we were just holding hands, but beneath my hands, theirs were busy, stroking me.   I adjusted my position to allow them better access and tried to keep from squirming around too much.   But eventually, as we waited, I WAS squirming all around on that chair.   I let out a low moan and pushed both of their hands away.  

 

“Sorry, guys.” I whispered,   “But you were going to cause me to make a scene.   You already have me so hot I’ll be lucky to be able to walk when its time to get my diploma, not to mention the wet spot that’s now on my robe.”

 

“You think you’ll have trouble walking?   Try it with the boner that I have right now,” James whispered back.   Knowing James’ size in that area, I could imagine, but just grinned at him as Chuck chuckled quietly.

 

Before I knew it we were standing in line waiting for our name to be called for us to climb to the stage and receive our diplomas.   Chucks name was called.   Then I heard “Nicole Renee Schau, Summa Cum Laude”.   I climbed to the stage and walked to shake the hand of the President of the university and receive my diploma.   He smiled and shook my hand as he handed me the orange case containing my diploma.

 

“Congratulations, Nickie,” he said as he held my hand.   To my surprise, he continued, “I hope you realize that you are a special young lady, a pearl as it were, and the world really can be your oyster.”   He continued to hold my hand, expecting some comment from me I suppose.   I was so surprised that he seemed to know me that I really didn’t know what to say.

 

“Thank you, sir,” I managed, “I appreciate that a lot.”   I tried to disengage my hand from his but he held it a moment longer.  

 

“I know that class rankings have not been made public yet but wanted to tell you personally that you are ranked number one in the class of 975 students.   Again, congratulations and best wishes, Nickie.”   He released my hand.   I stood somewhat dumbfounded.  

 

“Wow!” I said somewhat breathlessly.   It was all I could say.

 

“Yeah, WOW is right,” he said.

 

I turned and left the stage.   I didn’t want to stay for the rest of the ceremony.   I had some big celebrating to do.   I turned right at the exit and walked out of the arena and went straight to Dave’s.

 

 

Observations:

 

Zantha had arrived in the little college town that morning, driving up from Atlanta .   She was looking for Nickie but all she had to go on was the fact that she frequented a bar where the owner’s name was Dave.   She had a room reserved at a local motel but didn’t intend to use it unless she couldn’t find Nickie.   She drove through the small downtown, passing several bars, obviously catering to the college crowd.   She parked and entered one of the smaller taverns, reasoning that Nickie wouldn’t choose a big place.   She walked to the bar and took a vacant seat at the end.  

 

Zantha was a striking brunette.   She was about 5’4” tall, her dark hair was glossy and straight, cut to the shape of her face, parted in the middle and curving in softly at the nape of her neck.   Her eyes were pale, lined with black, her mouth wide and sensual.   Men noticed her.  

 

The men in the tavern noticed her as she entered and walked purposefully to her seat.   The bartender came over and asked, “what can I get you, ma’am?”  

 

“A glass of Chardonnay, please,” she answered.   He served her the glass of wine and returned to the other end of the bar where he was watching a television with several other men.   Apparently they were watching the graduation carried on one of the local cable stations.  

 

“Hot damn, it is her.   It was Nickie.   You see how long he’s taking with her,” one of them said.   Zantha was immediately interested in the conversation.   She glanced up at the TV to see a tall blonde girl leaving the stage.   Of course.   Nickie was graduating this semester.   That must be her

 

“Yeah,” the bartender replied, “she’s supposed to be some sort of brainy bitch and I guess she must be.   I don’t understand why she is so wild, or how she does so well in school all things considered.”

 

Zantha quickly finished her wine and signaled the bartender for another glass.   As he delivered it she said “What was that about the girl who just got her diploma?   I assume you guys know her and, as it happens, I’m looking for a girl named Nickie regarding a legal matter.   Can you tell me where I could find her?”

 

“Yeah, sure.   My name’s Jimmy by the way and, yes, we do know Nickie around here.   She just graduated in the current senior class with all sorts of honors.   That’s what we were talking about.   So she will probably be looking to celebrate a bit .   You can probably find her at Dave’s later.”

 

“Well Jimmy – I’m Zantha, and yes, I understand she frequents Dave’s quite often.   Can you tell me how to find it?” Zantha asked.

 

“Well, you are almost there,” answered Jimmy.   “Dave’s place is just around the corner, off the main drag.   Take a left out the door here, then left at the next street and go about two blocks.   Dave’s is in the middle of the next block on the left.   Can’t miss it.”

 

“Thanks a lot, Jimmy,” said Zantha as she smiled inwardly.   This was going to be easier than she had thought.

 

In her own words:

My hurried walk to Dave’s took only a few minutes and as I entered Dave spotted me, jumped the bar and grabbed me in a bear hug, lifted me off the ground and slung me around.   “Damn woman, graduating with honors.   You are something else gal – you must be about to bust with pride!” Dave shouted.   Others at the bar were clapping and cheering.

 

“Jeeze, thanks Dave – and all you guys.   Yeah, I am pretty happy about things right now.   I can’t stay though.   Gotta go get outta this robe.   Just wanted to stop by and show you my diploma and what a real graduate looks like,”   I gushed.

 

“Well they coulda given you a prize for being the prettiest too.   Thanks for coming by and showing us your all dressed up self..   You be back later I hope?” Dave asked.

 

“Sure – soon as I get changed I’ll be back.”   I told him as I gave him a kiss and turned and left for my apartment.

 

Observations:

Nickie rushed to her apartment and changed.   She took off the robe and chose a mini skirt that barely covered her ass.   No panties.   An almost sheer blouse that buttoned up the front with no bra.   She left the top three buttons undone.   She applied minimal makeup as was her habit and left for Dave’s

 

As soon as she arrived she could see Dave at the bar.   He looked at her with a serious expression.   She could tell he was concerned about something.

 

“What? What’s wrong?” she asked as she sat at the bar.

 

“See that gal in the booth over there?” He said.   “She is here to see you.   She said she was here to meet you at a ‘Kim’s’ request.   Isn’t that the name of the guy you’ve been e-mailing with?”

 

Nickie was surprised.   She looked over and saw a beautiful brunette sitting in the booth.   “Kim? Yeah, sure, that’s him.   You sure she said ‘Kim’?” I asked.   “I don’t know what this is about but I better find out.”   She said as she turned to go to the booth.

 

“Take care, girl.”   Dave said as she left the bar.

 

Nickie walked to the booth and stood beside the woman.   “I understand you are looking for me – and that you are here at Kim’s request?   Are you really from Kim?,” she asked.

 

“Ahhh, Nickie.   Sooooo nice to meet you at last.” The brunette said.   “Yes, I’m here at Master Kim’s instructions.   Have a seat and I’ll tell you all about it.” She said.

 

Nickie took a seat opposite her.   Smiling she said, “You are as beautiful as your pictures.   Master wanted me to see if I could find you and verify the things you have told him.   From what I have found out, it seems, so far at least, that you have been truthful.   Relax, Nickie, I’m a friend.   My name is Zantha.   I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do but we do need to talk.”

 

Nickie didn’t know how to respond.   Here was a personal contact with her e-mail master.   Something she had not planned on.   But she was intrigued with the idea of finding out more.   “OK,” she replied, “I don’t know you or how you found me – but I’m willing to listen.”

 

“Oh Niickie, it was pretty easy to find you.   There isn’t but one large university in this part of the state and we knew you frequented ‘Dave’s’, sooo ----.   Anyway, whatever happens from here on out will be up to you.   Now do not interrupt.   We DO have things to discuss.   Speak only in response to a question, understood?”

 

“Ohhh Kayyyy,” said Nickie, hesitantly.

 

“Alright,” began Zantha, “Our Master thinks it is time for you to experience hands on training.   I have been in Atlanta on a business trip for him and since I was going to be so close, he thought this would be a good time to start, especially since you have just finished school.   Now let me outline the proposal for you.   You do not have to agree but if you do not, all contact with him or me will cease.   You may agree initially and then at anytime during the course of your hands on training you may decide to quit, but again, all contact will then cease.  

 

“Now, your training.   It will begin with me, starting here and now.   I will stay here with you for one week giving you an idea of what your training will be like.   Then, assuming you continue, we will visit Master Kim himself.   He plans to be in the Atlanta area starting a week from tomorrow.   Your training will not include any serious physical harm but may involve minor punishment, at my or our Master’s discretion, from time to time if warranted.   You must obey all instructions without question or hesitation.   You will inform Dave that you are under my care from now on and unless you tell him differently at some future date, he is not to expect to see you for a while.   You may tell him you will contact him once per week, if you so desire, to ease his mind about your well being.   Do you understand all that I have said so far?”

 

“I think so,” said Nickie, “but will any of this be in writing?”

 

“The contract you have already signed is all that we need.   You have already agreed to this.   Even though this is the first hands on contact you have had, the contract remains in force and applies to in person contact as well as e-mail contact.   Any more questions?   -   No?   Well, what is your answer.”

 

Surprised at the abrupt tone, Nickie says, “Now – you want my answer right now?   Can’t I have a little while to think about it?”

 

“Nickie, I asked if you had more questions and you did not respond.   Now you ask another question.   Not good, Nickie.   But yes, you can have a little time to think about your answer.   Sit here and think while I go to the ladies room.   I will tell you this.   If you do not accept this proposal, you will, in my opinion, be missing a wonderful life experience, one I truly believe you will enjoy.   I will expect your answer when I return.”   With that, Zantha leaves the booth.  

 

Nickie isn’t sure what to do.   The thought of actually having a Master, or in this case, a Mistress, direct her actions is titillating.   She really does not have any definite plans for the immediate future, and, she thinks, she can always quit if things get too kinky.   OK. She decides to do it just as Zantha returns.

 

“Your answer,” Zantha says as she resumes her seat.

 

“”Ok, I’ll do it,” says Nickie.   “Should I go tell Dave now?”

 

“You will tell Dave when I tell you to tell Dave.   You will not do anything at all this week unless directed by me, and that includes speaking unless I ask a question or give permission.   Is that understood?”

 

Nickie nods mutely.  

 

“Now, stand here in front of me.”   Nickie gets up and stands in front of Zantha.   Zantha reaches over and lifts Nickie’s skirt.   “Good.   No panties.   Just as I expected from what you have told our Master.   You are a slut, Nickie.”   Leaving the skirt raised, Zantha grips the front of Nickie’s blouse and pulls her forward making her bend at the waist.   She unbuttons all of the buttons on the blouse and then ties the front together, folding the collar and sides of front of the blouse under to expose most of her chest.   Nickie’s nipples are just covered, the sides of each breast exposed, straining against the tight material.  

 

“Remain in this position.” Zantha says as she releases her hold on the blouse.   She reaches into her briefcase, pulls out a red nylon dog collar and fastens it around Nickie’s neck.   “I see you wear our Master’s onchk.   Good.   He will be pleased.   Now   you will also wear his collar.   Now one more thing.” She says as she retrieves a slender gold colored chain from the briefcase.   It is light in weight, about 5 feet long with delicate links, but quite strong.   She attaches this to the collar.   “Stand.” She says.

 

Neckie   stands, the chain looping down, its end in Zantha’s hand.   “Pull your skirt down you little tramp.   You want to get arrested?” Zantha hisses.   Nickie does as instructed.   “Now let’s go see Dave.”

 

Zantha rises and leads Nickie to the bar. “Tell him.” She says to Nickie.

 

Dave sees them and comes over to them at the bar.   “Need something, ladies?” he asks, his expression one of concern.

 

Nickie tells him that she is going to be with Zantha for a while and unless she tells him differently at some future date, he is not to expect to see her for a while.   She does tell him that she will contact him once per week to let him know she is ok.

 

With that, Zantha pulls on the chain and they head for the door of the bar.

 

  ********************

In her own words:

 

We arrived at my apartment in our separate cars, she following me.   As I got out of my car she opened her trunk.   “Get the bags and carry them for me,” She said.  

 

I did as I was told.   There were two bags, one obviously her suitcase, the other like a tool satchel.   As we approached the steps, me struggling under the weight of the two bags, she told me to stop.   I stopped and turned toward her.   She looked at me appraisingly and then reached down and pulled up my skirt and tucked into the waistband, exposing everything below my waist   My ass and pussy were now on display.

 

“Much better,” she said.   “Now onward and upward.”

 

I climbed the stairs in front of her as she looked at my bare ass wiggling up the stairs.

 

“OK, open the door.” she said as I set the bags down and got my key.   I opened the door, picked up the bags and we went inside.   As I placed the bags on the floor of the living room she said, “Where is your computer?”

 

“In the extra bedroom.   I use it as sort of my study area.” I replied.  

 

“Show me.” She said.   We walked to the extra bedroom and Zantha sat at the desk in front of the computer.

 

“OK, take the suitcase and satchel and put them in your bedroom.   Then come back here.”   I did as I was told.  

 

When I returned, she looked at me with a smile on her face. “Now let’s see whether you remember one of the easy commands.   Strip, Nicole.”  

 

For some reason I was nervous.   Don’t know if I was afraid she wouldn’t like what she saw or if I was just embarrassed.   I have undressed before so many others that I should not have minded at all, but this was the first time I was doing it as the result of a direct command from someone else.   It didn’t take me long to remove the few pieces of clothing I had on – my top, skirt, and my shoes and socks.   Nervous, I did it as slowly and sexy as I could, mindful of the instructions relating to this command. Then I stood in front of her.   She looked at me appraisingly.

 

“Not bad, Nickie.   You are quite pretty.   But your striping technique can use some work.   Remember, it should be a strip tease, sensual, intended to arouse the watcher.”   She continued, “Now, while you are in this apartment, you will wear nothing, except,” she paused, smiling at me, “shoes.   I understand you do own a pair of heels? Get them.”

 

I went to my closet and carried the 3 inch heels I had purchased at my Master’s instruction back to her.   Though I had bought them some time ago, I rarely wore them and was not particularly comfortable in them.

 

“Let me see them.”   I handed them to her.   “Well, these will have to do for the time being.   I’ll get you a new pair.   In fact I will need to do some shopping for you later as well.   For now – put these on.”   I took the shoes and started to sit down beside her on the sofa.   “No.   Either stand   or sit on the floor.”   I sat on the floor and put on the shoes.   “Now stand.” I did.   “We are going to have a lot of rules while I am here with you this week.   That’s the first.   You are not allowed to sit on any piece of furniture.   You will either stand or sit or crawl on the floor.   A few others.   You will be nude at all times while in the apartment unless I direct otherwise.   You will speak only when spoken to and then only to answer a direct question.   During the day you will at all times wear those shoes until I can get you another pair.   At night you will wear a special shoe that I have brought for you.   You will keep your gaze directed at the floor unless otherwise instructed.   Understood?” she said.

 

I nodded my understanding.   Zantha moved the chair to the side of the desk and motioned for me to stand beside her.   We were both facing the computer and she put her arm around my waist.   “Show me how you connect to the internet,” she said as she stroked the side of my hip.   Her hand dropped to my ass and then to the inside of my thigh, lightly running her hand up and down from my knee to just below my pussy.   Such a light touch.   It felt wonderful

 

As she continued to stroke me, I leaned over and clicked on the browser icon calling up the connection screen, then clicked the connect button.   My home page came up.   “OK , now to your e-mail program,” she said.   I called up my e-mail.   “Alright, now just stand there.”

 

I stood back as she typed in a message to Master Kim.   I could read over her shoulder.   She let him know that she had arrived and that things were ‘going according to plan’. She signed off and turned to me.  

 

“Now, let’s see how well you are doing with your commands.   Inspection back,” she ordered.

 

I got on the floor beside her and lay on my back with my legs spread wide and   used my hands to pull my cunt open.   It was very obvious that I was quite wet, a result of her touching me earlier combined with the experience of having her there and actually giving me orders.   I was surprised at how turned on I had gotten just from having this stranger in charge of me.  

 

“Very nice,” she said.   She bent over me and touched me on the knee, then slowly with a light touch, very slowly and with a very light touch, trailed her finger tips up my thigh, trailing over my hands as I held myself open for her view, then on up over my rib cage to my right breast.   Slowly and ever so lightly she traced a circle around my nipple.   I didn’t think it could have gotten any more errect, but at that touch, it did.   Her fingers were like sources of electric current activating my senses, I uttered a low moan and my hips involuntarily moved up, my fingers wanting to rub my clit.  

 

“Now just hold that position and stop your squirming.” She said as she continued to stimulate my nipple.   She moved her hand to the left breast and circled that nipple.   Both nipples were as hard and erect as they had ever been.   “Not bad, but we do need to do a little maintenance here.   Master likes very prominent nipples.”

 

With that she got up and moved to the satchel, opened it and retrieved a small container.   She opened the container and extracted what appeared to be two small rubber tubes, each about a half inch long.   Additionally from the satchel she removed a small tool which looked like a slender metal tube with a small claw on one end and a button on the other end.   She took one of the rubber tubes and threaded it over the claw end of the metal tube, then, returned to me.   I watched as she put the claw end of the tube over my right nipple and, pressing the button to open the claw, grabbed my nipple with the claw and pulled it away from my chest, elongating it.   The claw had a non slip coating covering it that grabbed without piercing the skin but held very tight, pinching the end of my nipple somewhat painfully as she pulled on it.   She then rolled the rubber tube off the metal tube onto my nipple.   The rubber tube was now encasing my nipple and a portion of the areola.   The end of my nipple protruded slightly from the end of the rubber tube.   She repeated the process on my left nipple.  

 

“These are special nipple clamps designed by our Master,” she said.   “They are am improved version of what are sometimes called sweater bumpers.   I have a few other pieces of special equipment which he has designed as well.   Now lets run through the rest of the commands”   She proceeded to list each command that I had been given to memorize and as she stated each command I assumed the appropriate position, ending with the Display command.   I stood in front of her with my feet spread shoulder width apart, my hands behind my head, fingers interlaced and eyes downcast.  

 

“Not bad, Nicole,” she said.   ”Now a few more instructions.   You will address me as Ma’am.   I’m not your Master, just a surrogate.   But you will follow my instructions as if they were from him.   You have progressed well but you lack some basic training.   You so far have tried to please your partner on your terms, and have been pretty successful, I’ll admit.   But you still have yet to obey direct commands from your partner, whether he or she be your Master or not.   So – I’m going to try to remedy that.   You will wait here until I return,   and we will see what happens then.   I will choose some appropriate attire for you to put on after I leave. You will then wait for my return    When you hear me knock on the door you will unlock it and immediately fall to your knees.   Do you understand?” she asked.

 

“Yes Ma’am.” I replied.   Zantha went to my closet and removed all the blouses that buttoned up the front.   She took a pair of scissors and removed the top three buttons from each one.   She chose one of the sheerest ones, put it on the bed and returned the rest to the closet.   Next she looked at all my skirts, found a very short pleated skirt and placed it on the bed.  

 

“Wear those with your shoes, nothing else.   When I return I want you to be on your knees when you open the door.   I’m not sure who, if anyone will be with me, but you are to treat any and all as your masters.   Also, get that large exercise mat out and put it in the middle of the room.   We’ll use that as your stage for the evening.   Understand?” She said.   I nodded and she   turned and left.   I heard the door open and close.   I went into the living room and looked around.   I was alone.   I took out my exercise mat, a large padded vinyl covered mat and placed it in the middle of the room.   My stage???

 

 

Observations:

Nickie, dressed in the chosen outfit, waited alone in the apartment as instructed.   Several hours later she heard several footsteps approach her door, then a knock.   She, on her knees, opened the door.   As she knelt there she looked up to see men entering the apartment.   Five men.   They all looked at her as they entered.   All were young black men.  

 

Zantha closed the door. “Meet some friends I met while I was shopping.” She said.   “I was at the local adult novelty shop and ran into these guys.   Well, actually just two of them, but they were nice enough to agree to help us out by inviting some of their friends along.   I have told them about your desire to serve and submit and are in training to do just that.   They have graciously agreed to help with your training by allowing you to serve them.   I will observe and see how well you please them.   Assuming you perform satisfactorily we can proceed with our other plans.”  

 

The men looked at Nickie kneeling on the floor as they entered, walking around her and making comments to each other.  

“Hot damn, lookit that.”

“Yeah, looks good enough to eat, don’t she”

“Yep, and I’ll just bet she can suck a mean cock.   Look at that cute little mouth, open and ready.”

“Hell, that ain’t the only thing open and ready from the looks of her”

“You got that right”

 

Zantha grinned at their comments.   “You boys ready to use this slut?” she said.   “You can use her in any way you want.   You can tell her to do something and she will do it, or you can just do it to her in any way you want.   The only thing you cannot do is seriously hurt her.   She must be in reasonably good condition when you finish.   But, short of serious physical harm, you can do anything you want with her.   Any questions?”

 

A chorus of “No, man”,   “Gotcha”,   “Right on”, was the response as the guys gazed at the submissive Nickie on the floor.  

 

“All right.   Nickie – crawl over to the mat” Zantha instructed, “I will observe from the corner over there.   If any of you do anything that looks like it might seriously harm the slut, I will tell you and you will   immediately cease.   And if you do not, I assure you, I CAN enforce my instructions.   I expect you doubt that – but it would be best not to test me,” she told the men, staring at each one in sequence as she spoke.   Her level gaze invited no response, and, as slight as she was, the men had the feeling she could and would back up her threat if necessary.

 

“Now, use her” she said.

 

Nickie had been on her Knees the entire time and just hearing Zantha tell the men to use her the way she did was turning her on.    Dressed in the outfit Zantha had proscribed, eyes downcast, she looked the epitome of a submissive.   Zantha was pleased.

 

“Nickie, raise your skirt.   Show them your pussy.   Assume the inspection back position.   Show them what a submissive slut you are.”   She said

 

Nickie leaned back and, raising her skirt, spread her legs and used her hands to open her pussy for their inspection.  

 

“Son-of-a- bitch.   She’s jus fine.” One guy said.

 

“Betcha ass.”   Another said.   “Hey baby – you gonna do us all?   I got somethin for you.   You gonna like it.”   He said as he unbuttoned his pants and lowered them, exposing, what was to Nickie, a beautiful cock, semi rigid.   He straddled   her and sat on her chest and gently slapped her mouth with his cock.   He held it to her mouth and fed it to her as she lay on her back.   Nickie opened her mouth and sucked it into her oral cavity.   Still holding her pussy open, she sucked on the cock as it became totally erect.   Another of the men moved between her legs.  

 

“I love that little pussy of yours, slut.”   He said.   “I want some of it.”   He was nude from the waist down, his large black cock hanging limply from his crotch.   “But baby, I gotta have more – finger yourself.   That’s it. Turn yourself on, make it wet.”

 

Nickie was already so wet she didn’t need to stimulate herself any more, but she did.   And the cock of the guy between her legs raised to attention.  

 

“Oh yeah, baby.   That’s it.   Rub that thing.”   He said.   Nickie’s pussy was glistening with her juices.   As the man inserted his cock Nickie encircled his cock with the fingers of her right hand while her left continued to spread her pussy.   She let his cock slide between her fingers as it entered her, moving her hand as it approached the hilt.   God, this cock was larger than any she had ever had before.   She grunted around the cock in her mouth as the one in her pussy plumbed her depths.

 

Nickie was sucking the first guys cock, taking all he had.   “Oh man, can she do a cock.”   He said.   “Jesus, I’m gonna get my rocks right now if she don’t stop.   Bobby Joe, Get off of her.   We gotta work together here.”   He pulled his cock from her mouth as Bobby Joe, the guy fucking her, pulled out of her pussy.   “Turn over slut.”   Nickie obeyed and turned, onto her hands and knees.  

 

Bobbyu Joe, now behind her, said. “Oh, that’s nice.   A full view of that sweet pussy and ass.   I’m fucking this bitch.”   With that he thrust into Nickie’s waiting pussy.  

“Hey ass hole.   Wait a minute.   We gotta get her to do us all.   Like at the same time, right?   She ain’t through sucking my cock but we need you, Bobby Joe, to get under her if we gonna do this right.”  

 

“OK, Jimbo. “said Bobby Joe.   He moved to beneath Nickie and pulled her down onto   his erect cock.

 

“All right Sammy, you get over her and shove that thing in her ass.” Jimbo said.    Kneeling next to Nickie’s head as she lay on top of Bobby Joe, he grabbed her by the hair at the back of her head and pushed her head down on his cock.   Nickie sucked the huge black monster into her mouth as Jimbo forced her to take it deep.   She felt the head of his cock slide past her vocal chords, deep into her throat.   At the same time she felt Sammy enter her ass.  

 

Nickie had had all her holes filled like this before but this was different.   Before it had been with guys who were much less well endowed and she had always felt she had a choice in the matter.   Now she was taking three massive cocks and doing so as an act of submission to, both, the men and Zantha.   It may seem a small difference to the reader, but to Nickie, the act of direct submission was infinitely more erotic.  

 

She held her upper body off of Bobby Joe by supporting herself with her hands on the floor.   Bobby Joe and Jimbo were both squeezing her tits as she was fucked in all three holes.   However there were two other guys in the room.  

 

“Alright, Jacko, you and Billy come stand here beside her head.   OK, slut, use your hands to jack these two hard cocks off.”   Jimbo ordered.   Her upper body was no longer supported by her hands as she was forced to raise her arms and grasp the two cocks offered beside her face.   Jimbo controlled how she sucked his cock as he pistoned her head up and down by grasping her hair and pulling her head up then letting it fall back down on his huge cock.   With the weight of her upper body supported only by her mouth on his cock, his cock would enter her mouth to the hilt each time he let her head fall.   She could breath only when he raised her head and was becoming light headed from lack of oxygen.   Nickie was surprised to find that this actually intensified the sexual stimulation of her body.  

 

Zantha observed from the corner of the room.   As the action intensified she said, “OK, guys, you can cum in her or on her whenever you wish, however, make sure that each of you cums somewhere on her body at least once tonight, preferably on her face, in her hair, or on her tits.   But anywhere is ok.   I just want her covered in cum when you finish with her.   Everyone understand?”

 

All of the guys replied that they understood by nodding, grunting, or gasping out a response.  

 

Amazingly, Nickie was satisfying all five men at the same time.   As Bobby Joe and Sammy each reached orgasm at the same time they unloaded their cum inside Nickie’s cunt and ass.   Jimbo pulled her head away from his cock as he erupted onto her face.   Jacko and Billy each took control of their own cocks and spurted all over her head, in her hair, her ears, and down the back of her neck.   As they all climaxed within a few minutes of each other Nickie collapsed on top of Bobby Joe, with Sammy lying on top of her.   Too exhausted to move they lay there as Zantha applauded from her corner.  

 

“Excellent performance.” She said.   “You guys rest up a bit and then have another go at her if you want.   I need to go do a little work in the next room.”    Zantha left the room and went to the computer where she logged on to Nickie’s e-mail account and sent their Master a message reporting that things were progressing nicely and that Nickie had, in her opinion, truly become the slut slave he had hoped for.   He replied at once that he was pleased.   He had arrived in Atlanta   two days ago, earlier than expected.   Zantha was to bring Nickie there on Friday, two days from today.   When she had signed off the computer she walked back into the room where Nickie and the men were.

 

Nickie was sitting astride Jacko with her back to his head and his cock buried in her ass.   Jimbo was sitting to one side slowly stroking his huge cock and watching as Sammy knelt in front of her and, squeezing her tits together, tit fucked her as she bounced on Jacko’s cock.   Billy and Bobby Joe were standing on either side of her head feeding their cocks to her as she sucked both at the same time, stretching her mouth grotesquely.   Nickie was uttering little grunts and squeals as she was used by the four men.   As Zantha watched, Jimbo jacked his cock faster and faster as he walked over to the squirming mass of bodies.   He stuck his huge cock in just under Nickie’s chin just as his cock erupted, emptying a massive amount of cum on and between Nickie’s tits.

 

“Wow, thanks Jimbo, that’s great – makes her tits really slick,” said Sammy.   With the extra lubrication and Nickie’s increased tempo in Jacko’s cock, Sammy shot his load from between her tits and up over her face.   Nickie had the two cocks in her mouth and Sammy’s cum landed on her eyes and several spurts entered her nose.   She pulled away from the two cocks in order to breath just as they both emptied their loads onto her hair, face, neck and breasts.   She was covered in cum, as Jacko finally shot his load into her ass.   Nickie had never felt so depraved.   She had been covered in the cum of these strangers once, then now a second time.   She smelled like cum. She tasted cum.   She felt cum running down her body, out of her ass hole, out of her pussy, down her thighs.   She collapsed on Sammy totally exhausted.   The guys were not in much better shape.   They all dropped to the floor and lay next to Sammy and Nickie.  

 

“God, that was some fine fucking.” Said Jimbo.  

 

“Man, you got that right.” Said Sammy.   “I ain’t never been so wore out.   This bitch is like a dog in heat.   But I think we sorta put out that fire for a while anyway.”   He grinned at the other guys who just nodded.

 

Zantha was pleased with Nickie’s performance.   Now she had to get rid of these men and get Nickie ready for the next phase.  

 

“OK, guys.   Party’s over.   Get up, clean up if you want, get dressed and leave.   Nickie and I have things to do.” She said.  

 

Jimbo said, “Bull shit.   We just got started.   I want more of this bitch tonight.”

 

“Jimbo, I told you not to test me.   Now get up and do as I said,” replied Zantha.   She stared at Jimbo who smirked and stayed where he was on the floor.   Zantha walked over to him and stood above him.  

 

Jimbo reached over and stroked her leg.   “How bout you and me babe.   You ain’t got no lovin yet tonight,”   he said.  

 

Zantha reached down, grabbed his hand and, with incredible strength for a small woman, squeezed his middle finger in such a way as to cause Jimbo to yelp with pain.   “Listen ass hole,” she said as she kept him immobile, “I don’t want to break this finger but if you don’t stop fucking around with me, I will.”

 

“Ok, ok, just let go, jeeze that hurts,” he said.   Zantha let his hand go and Jimbo got to his feet, as did the other guys.   Sammy moved behind her and grabbed her around the waist.   “Now let’s see who breaks what,” said Jimbo.   Nickie watching from the floor, saw Zantha’s expression.   As if bored, she just rolled her eyes.

 

“I’m sorry guys, but you are not playing according to the rules.   You’ll have to be taught some manners.”   With that Zantha became a whirling machine of destruction.   She elbowed Sammy in his nose, causing him to let go.   She kickied Jimbo in the groin, and as he bent over grabbing his balls, she kneed him under the chin.   Jimbo went down.   She twirled, kicking each of the other guys in sensitive spots sending them sprawling to the floor.   In thirty seconds all five men were lying on the floor either unconscious or dazed and nursing wounds.  

 

“Now, get up and out. NOW!,” she said.   “Pick up your trash and take them with you.”

 

Those that could got to their feet and helped those that had been knocked out.   As they all regained consciousness, they silently, helped each other get dressed and leave.   As he was leaving, Jimbo turned, smiled at Zantha, and said, “You one feisty lady and I guess we got no beef.   Recon we had it coming.”

 

Zantha closed and locked the door after they had left.    She turned to Nickie, still on the floor, still covered in cum.   “Well, my dear, did you enjoy that?” she asked as she smiled at Nickie.

 

Nickie was still feeling the last vestiges of her last orgasm.   “Yes, ma’am.   I did, very much,” she replied, coloring a bit with embarrassment, unsure of why she felt embarrassed.   Perhaps, she, thought, because I was so turned on by being used at someone’s direction, someone right here in my apartment, making me please five men.  

 

Zantha smiled more broadly.   ‘This sexy bitch is exactly what Master is wanting in a slave,’ she thought.   “Excellent, Nickie.   I think you are going to particularly enjoy meeting our Master.   Now clean this mat and then clean yourself up and get to bed.   You will sleep on the mat.   I’ll use your bed.   There has been a slight change in our schedule. Tomorrow we will wind up your affairs here.   You’ll have tomorrow only to do that.   The next day we travel.

 

Zantha awakened Nickie early the next morning.   She was instructed in what to wear – short skirt, no underwear of any sort, blouse with the first three buttons missing, and her new 6inch heels.   She was told to notify her landlord that she was moving out immediately.   When she returned to her apartment, Zantha had packed for both of them. Nickie was surprised to find all her clothes in one small suitcase.   Most of her clothes were in several boxes, to be donated to charity.

 

Seeing the curious look on Nickie’s face, Zantha said, “I packed all you will need for the immediate future.   After all, you won’t be wearing much.”   Nickie nodded.    “Do you have anything else that needs to be taken care of before we leave in the morning?” She asked.

 

Nickie thought a minute and said, “Can I go to Dave’s and let him know that I’m leaving?”

 

“No,” Zantha replied.   Seeing Nickie’s disappointment, she said, “but you can call him.   Just the basics.   That you are going to leave for a while and don’t know when you will be back.   For him not to worry, et cetera, et cetera.”

 

Nickie did as she was told.         

 

The next morning they were up early and left on their way to Atlanta .   Nickie was looking forward, with some trepidation, to finally meeting her Master.

 

 

 

The door slowly opened. She could hear the floorboards creak as someone stepped out on to the porch. A soft strip of thick black fabric then encircled her head, blotting out any hint of light as she was blindfolded. The person moved behind her, taking one hand and slipping it into the circle of rope before tightening it firmly around her wrist. The procedure was repeated, leaving her hands bound with very little room for any sort of movement.

"Stand girl" a powerful voice said.

Without hesitation, she rose to her feet as gracefully as she could. She felt His fingers brush her silken, flame red hair back and come to rest against the back of her neck as she was led forward. The door closed behind them as she was led further into the room. The warmth inside was soothing, chasing away the chills. Once the hand moved she stopped, standing completely still for a moment.

"Kneel," a softer, feminine voice said.

Ivy quickly obeyed, kneeling down in front of the woman. Long slender fingers stroked her hair, then gripped a handful of her hair. Her head was pulled forward as the musky smell of sex filled her nostrils. She could feel the heat emanating from the woman’s cunt as her face was inches from it.

"I want you to greet Misty. Show her what a good girl you are girl," He said.

Immediately her tongue began to take long slow swipes over the moist flesh in front of her. Misty moaned softly as Ivy’s tongue found her clit, flicking at it quickly with the tip of her tongue. Her lips closed around it as she began to suck as she licked. The grip on her hair increased as she licked harder and faster at the little nub. The sound of the woman enjoying her sensual clit kissing served to fuel her efforts.

It didn’t take long for Misty to be brought to a shuddering orgasm. Ivy’s mouth moved down to the puffy pink lips and lapped at the sweet ambrosia that flowed from between them. She could taste a mixture of Alec’s cum along with Misty’s. The taste was heavenly as she forced her tongue in as deep as she could to scoop out every drop. The deep tonguing brought Misty to another orgasm within minutes, leaving her quivering and panting in the chair as she released her grip on Ivy’s hair.

"Very good girl," He said as He softly stroked her hair.

His hand guided her, making her turn toward Him. She felt the smooth tip of His cock trace her lower lip. Ivy parted her lips slightly at first, then more as the head of His cock pressed against her lips. As His cock sank into the warm confines of her mouth, it was greeted by her tongue as it slithered over the throbbing muscle. She began to suck as He pushed deeper, until the head hit the back of her throat. He gripped her hair, tilting her head back slight before pushing completely in. She struggled not to gag as He entered her throat with a rough jab. He held her head still, her nose resting against His pelvis as her throat muscles spasmed around His shaft. Tears filled her eyes as she gagged hard around the thick invader that was lodged in her throat. He groaned softly with delight as He savored the feel of her torment.

After several seconds, He pulled back, leaving just the head in her mouth. He let her adjust, allowing her to worship the head of His cock with her tongue as she sucked it before jamming the full length back into her throat. He kept up the slow, torturous pace for about 10 minutes before withdrawing completely from her mouth and turning slightly away from her. He moved her head toward His erect shaft, feeling the side of it rub over her lips. It was then she felt Misty’s lips brush hers from the other side.

The two girls worked their hot little mouths over His swollen shaft, their tongues teasing each other around it. They moved toward the head of His cock, kissing deeply around it as their tongues lashed over His flesh. He alternated between the two, sinking His cock into one’s mouth then withdrawing and filling the others. The two worked together, stroking His cock with their lips in a frantic pace, wanting the creamy reward that awaited them.

Ivy loved the sound of His voice as He moaned and complimented their work.

"Ah that’s it. Good girls. Oh yeah, keep going. Keep going..." He groaned as He approached His first climax of the night. "Get ready for Your treat."

The two girls held their faces close together with mouths hanging open and tongues extended. He furiously stroked His cock as He aimed the tip toward their mouths. Soon thick white ropes of cum erupted from it, splattering on their tongues and faces. As the last drops were expelled, Misty began to lick Ivy’s face, scooping up all the cum she could before kissing her passionately so they could share more of His wonderful treat.

The sight of the two girls sharing such an intimate kiss was quickly arousing Alec once again. He knew that tonight no one would get any sleep until He was finished with the fantasies that haunted His mind. He then helped Ivy up, leading her toward the far side of the room. Her hands were then released from the rope. The dark ligature marks already had started to form on her wrists. Her hands were then pulled above her head as her arms were stretched out and locked in leather cuffs that hung from chains attached to the ceiling. Her ankles were then pushed apart, and secured in cuffs as well, leaving her body stretched in a painful position.

Alec walked around the girl, inspecting her body once more. His hand brushed over various parts of her as she trembled from His touch. Finally He stopped behind her, His hand slipping around her waist and down to her exposed cunt. His fingers moved over her clit, feeling the metal ring that pierced it, then down to her lips, tracing His fingertips over them as He counted the rings in each side.

Ivy moaned softly with delight as He trailed His fingers across her dripping sex. His erection pressed firmly against her ass as He let one finger slip inside her slick slit and pulled it out slowly. He held it up, looking at how it glistened with her juices before moving the wet digit to her lips and smearing the sweetness across them. She quickly licked her lips, parting them to let Him push His finger into her mouth to be cleaned. He leaned in closer, bringing His lips to her ear.

"Good girl" He whispered.

He took a step back, moving to the side of her as He watched her chest rise and fall with each breath. He admired the beauty of her form, of her helpless state and her willingness to be in it. A smile crossed His lips as He thought of what was to come later that evening.

Along the wall behind the prone beauty hung a large variety of whips, crops and canes. Misty stood in front of the implements, her eyes scanning the selection. The tips of her fingers brushed over the finely crafted tools of the trade. Finally she chose a short crop from the wall. She slapped it authoritatively against her palm as she approached Alec. The sound of the slap made Ivy jump. Misty quickly handed over the crop to Alec who in turn grabbed her long auburn hair in His clenched fist and drew her head sharply back before placing a kiss upon her throat and releasing her.

He then moved in front of Ivy, holding the crop in His hand. He traced the tip of it over the curve of her breast very slowly, letting her feel the wide bit of buttery soft leather caress her skin. He dragged it slowly up and down the fleshy mound, circling around her nipple each time. Soft moans slipped from her as the tip of the crop teased the little pink nub, but the moans did not last. Just as suddenly as they had began, they changed to a whimper as He brought the crop down hard across her breast, aimed perfectly across her nipple.

He alternated back and forth between her right breast and her left, leaving both with long thin red stripes in a beautiful pattern of pain. Intermittently the flurry of blows would cease, and the teasing stroke of the leather would begin again. Her body remained tensed, never sure when it would be the soft touch or the brutal strike. The intricate design that emerged on her chest from the welts made Misty’s mouth water as she stared at the naked girl. She looked to Alec, silent begging permission to touch her.

He knew what was on Misty’s mind and nodded, pointing at the trunk first. She quickly scampered over and lifted the heavy wooden lid. A large black rubber vibrating plug and cordless remote and a small ball of thin rope were pulled from the toy chest. Misty retrieved the scissors from the drawer of the end table, then handed the remote over to Alec before sinking to her knees in front of Ivy.

Ivy jumped as she felt a warm soft lick across her clit. The tip of Misty’s tongue flickered over the pierced little jewel, making the girl squirm with delight. As she knelt there, Alec reached down and picked up the ball of rope and scissors, placing the control down for a moment. He cut two lengths of rope and handed each to Misty.

Misty quickly laced one of the pieces through the three rings in the right lip of Ivy’s pussy, then pulled both ends around to her outer thigh. Alec took the loose ends, tying them quickly in a knot. The same was done to the left side, leaving the girl’s cunt spread painfully open. Misty’s mouth moved once again to Ivy’s clit, covering it as she began to suck and lick at the little pink treat.

Ivy began to sigh and moan as Misty passionately kissed her clit. The juices began to drip from her widely spread cunt as Misty continued to lap at her tender pink flesh. Suddenly, the blows to her breast began again, causing her body to jump each time the pain sliced through her. The combination of the soft tongue action and the sharp ache made her quickly lapse into a shuddering orgasm.

In the throws of climax, the tip of the large plug was introduced to her juicy cunt. Misty forced it inside in a slow but firm thrust until it was lodged deep inside her. The girl worked it back and forth, lubricating it Ivy’s juices as her muscles convulsed around it, making her climax more intense. Alec had picked up the remote again, clicking it on high as the vibrations caused Ivy to scream in fits of passion.

Then, just as quickly as it was inside her, it was slid out. Her juices dripped off the large rubber toy as Misty lined the tip of it up with her puckered little anus. With a quick stab, Misty had forced it deep in to Ivy’s tight little ass, causing her to shriek. The pain was quickly forgotten as the vibrations began again on a lower setting. The crop again kissed her flesh, this time circling around her body hitting her sides and back as well as her round firm ass as Misty’s skillful tongue brought her to the edge of ecstacy.

Her body was soon covered in the thin welts that decorated her creamy white breasts. Alec’s hand caressed her warm cheeks, feeling the raised little lines with His fingers. Ivy continued to moan, tormented by the intense pleasure of the vibration even after His touch left her. The sensation spread through her body quickly, making her eager to feel anything fill her hungry cunt.

Much to Ivy’s dismay, she soon heard the soft sounds of Misty’s voice as she was caught up in her own pleasure. The sound of Alec’s body colliding with Misty’s left nothing to Ivy’s imagination. She envied the girl as the sound of their passions filled the room. Misty screamed as He plunged His cock deep into her velvety folds, forcing deeper and deeper with each stroke. Ivy could not help but cum as she imagined it was her that He was finding such pleasure in filling. She knew that there were many more things He had planned to do to her. The thought of them all pushed her deeper into the orgasmic bliss. She was still trembling, the honeyed juices pooling on the floor beneath her, when Alec had finished with Misty.

"I see someone is enjoying herself" He whispered in her ear.

"Yes.... Sir" she stammered as His fingers caught her throbbing clit.

He gripped the silver ring that ran through it, pulling it slowly as He twisted. The pain shot through her body, causing it to twitch and jerk as another orgasm quickly gripped her. He smiled as He watched her body writhe in passion. He nodded to Misty, who had returned with two large alligator clamps, both of which had weights dangling from their ends. There was a small hole in each, where the ring holding the weight was fastened.

Alec busied Himself with getting another length of rope, This one slightly thinner and rougher than the one holding her juicy cunt wide open. He slid the end through the opening in the clamp and tied it off securely before bringing the rope around Ivy’s neck. He made a single loop around it and tying a slipknot in it. He then took the other clamp and looped the end of the rope through before fastening it.

Misty’s lips sought out Ivy’s nipple, sucking it hard as her tongue flicked across it. The thick pink nub became stiff as she teased it. She then spit it out, placing the clamp on the tip. Ivy groaned as the weight dangled. The other clamp was applied in the same fashion. Her sensitive nipples felt like they were on fire as the teeth bit into them. Misty kept poking at the clamps, making the weights swing pendulously as her breasts were being painfully pulled upward by the nipple.

Alec had chosen a new toy this time to tease Ivy’s body with. It was a thin very flexible length of cane. He started out trailing it over her naked flesh, letting her feel it’s surface rub over her before He landed the first vicious blow to the underside of her breast. Her body danced with pain as He continued to strike the tender skin. He delighted in watching her pale skin tone be overtaken with the ruddy streaks from the cane. Each strike made her jerk, each jerk in turn made the weights bounce, pulling down harder on her nipples as the rope yanked them skyward, each bounce made the rope around her throat tighten slight more.

He then turned His attention to another part of her body, bringing the cane down between her spread thighs and whipping it back and forth. Her breath came in short bursts between the long drawn out moans and whimpers as the cane kissed every inch of her upper thighs. The closer that He got the louder her cries became. This inspired Alec to bring the cane up, slapping harshly on her moist pink flesh. She hit a new note as the pain rushed through her, and her body jerked violently. This time the cry was of sheer agony. Again the tool bit into her finding her throbbing pussy lips. He varied His angle of attack, letting it welt her lips until they were swollen nearly twice their normal size and ten times as sensitive. Her clit also felt the brunt of His passion as He changed position just enough to bring the tip down on it with every stroke.

Tears drenched the blindfold as she began to sob from the pain. She knew that this would be part of the deal before she agreed to it. She wanted so desperately to prove worth enough to be His but little did she know that her plans would come to a quick end. The sight of her pain was driving Alec wild with desire. She gasped for breath as the rope continued to slip through the knot and tighten around her throat. Ivy was starting to feel lightheaded as her face changed shades. He wanted to feel her warmth wrapped around Him. Misty helped unfasten the cuffs from the girl’s ankles as Alec held her steady. She was on the verge of collapse when the wrists cuffs were removed as well as the rope around her neck.

Her nipples ached as the blood rushed back into the clamped areas. Alec lead the girl toward the bedroom, knowing that this would fulfill His greatest passion. Misty took over, holding the girl steady while Alec laid down on the bed. His swollen shaft throbbing as it awaited Ivy. The girl was helped on to the bed and positioned over His cock. Misty quickly returned the rope cuffs to her hands and the clamps to her nipples, this time without the rope. The ropes that held her rings open, felt as if it was going to rip them right through the tender flaps of swollen flesh as she was yanked down on Alec’s thick cock.

Misty stood at the edge of the bed, adjusting the rope’s height until it was perfect. She quickly slipped the noose over Ivy’s head, the other end rested securely in Alec’s palm. He watched anxiously as the noose was tightened just enough to slightly restrict her breathing. He could see the panic on her face as He pulled gently on the rope, watching it tighten a little more.

"Remember our agreement Ivy. If you trust me enough to indulge this fantasy as you said you do... then I shall truly be happy and make you Mine forever. Do You trust me Ivy?" He asked in a stern tone.

"Yes Sir I do" she answered.

He could tell by the wetness that trickled down His shaft that she was as excited as He was. The remote was turned on high, causing her to quickly come to another orgasm. He groaned as her muscles clenched His cock, holding it firmly in their grasp. He began to thrust up into her dripping wet cunt, forcing His cock as deep as He could get it. Each time He would raise His hips, He pulled the rope a little more, until it was visibly starting to press into her neck. He watched her breasts bounce with each frantic breath she tried to draw in as He continued to slowly ease the rope further.

He began to pound her pussy harder and harder as her breathing became more strained. She was on the verge of passing out when the most tremendous orgasm of her light ripped through her. If not for the rope around her neck, she would have collapsed against His chest as the climax intensified. Misty quickly ripped the blindfold off Ivy’s face, letting her get her first and last blurry glimpse at Alec.

He could see the panic in her eyes as He pulled the rope harder, her entire body twitching violently as she gasped for air. Even after she had lost consciousness He continued to pump His thick shaft deep into her cunt. The wetness was incredible as it flooded out of her. Her muscles flexed around Him as the life was choked out of her by the rope’s grip. The warmth of her urine covered His pelvis, signaling it was over.. He let out a last groan as He began to pump His seed deep into her lifeless cunt.

Misty was delighted, watching the body drooping slightly. She helped Alec pull Ivy up just enough to slip out from under her. He tied the rope off, letting her dangle from it like a puppet. Misty moved closer, kneeling on the bed in front of the girl as she quickly lapped up her Master’s drippings from Ivy’s cunt. Once she had finished, they engaged in a deeply passionate kiss. He looked deep into Misty’s eyes seeing how greatly she enjoyed the evening.

"After dinner we shall finish with her little one, I promised I would let you have your fun with her when I finished with her" He said, stroking her cheek. "Then later on tonight, when we are done with her we will take her out by the lake"

"Yes Master," she whispered softly to Him, seeing that He was truly pleased.

After the two lovers returned from dinner, Alec knew it He should keep His promise to Ivy. After Misty was done playing dress up with the girl, He slipped a black leather collar over the rope marks. A small purple heart dangled from it’s large silver loop with His initials engraved on it. Now her wish was fulfilled. She was truly His.

Part 2 coming soon

 Before he went away Vikki had begged, pleaded and used every feminine trick she knew to try to get Tommy to fuck her, but he had insisted they wait until she was 16. Well now she thought, that birthday was long  past and she planned to feel his cock deep inside of her, and would not accept any excuse why they couldn't or shouldn't. As their mom, Tess pulled up to the Bus Station, Vikki saw him and jumping from the car, rushed into his arms, remembering at the jast minute not to kiss him passionately on the lips, but demurely on the cheek.Pressing her lush body against him in a tight hug, she subtly rubbed her hard, erect nipples against his chest, and was rewarded by the bright red flush that came over him. She was amazed at the changes in him. He had grown a couple of inches, so was now a full 6' tall, and the hard work on the farm had trimmed him down in the middle and broadened his chest and arms with new muscles. His hair was bleached  blonde from working in the sun, but his smokey gray eyes twinkled as mischeviously as ever. Vikki felt her panties grow moist just thinking about her buff, sun bronzed brother slamming his cock into her wet pussy!

 Vikki nearly laughed out loud as this now confident man walked straight up to their still shapely mother, slipped his arm around her, drawing her to him, and kissed her hard, full on the mouth, as his hand squeezing and caressed one soft, plump ass cheek. Releasing her, he stood holding the door for her as she struggled to regain her composure. Watching her Mom's sureptitous looks at Tom on the way home, Vikki knew she was going to have competition for his affections during his visit. This became all the more obvious when they stopped at Tommy's favorite restaurant for dinner on the way home. Tom slid into a booth, and instead of letting her sit next to him, Tess cut Vikki off and slid in next to her son. Vikki could do nothing but fume silently all through dinner as Toms face would turn bright red, time and time again, and as her mother squirmed in her seat, and her nipples became very erect from Tommy's subtle rubbing them with his arm. When they went to leave, Tess slid out of the booth, and had to quickly pull her loose skirt down, as it had gotten bunched at her waist. Later Vikki wanted to throw a screaming tantrum, but could do little but swallow her resentment and give Tom an evil glare when Tess said, "Time for bed Vikki, Tommy and I are going to sit  awhile and catch up!"

 Vikki had barely slid between the covers when the low murmur of conversation from the other room ceased. Getting up and peeking out her door, she saw some odd pieces of clothing on the floor but no Tess or more importantly for her, no Tom. Padding silently down the hall, Vikki listened to the unmistakable sounds of two people chatting, flirting  and giggling together before making love. Slipping silently into the kitchen, Vikki opened the utility closet door, and went to the peephole that looked into their parent's room Tommy had drilled years ago. The peephole Tom and Vikki both received the balance of their sex education, watching while their parents fucked each other, and a variety of other people in many different ways. Putting her eye to it, she was dismayed to see Tommy laying back on Tess's bed, his jeans and shorts around his ankles on the floor, and as she watched, Tess lowered her head, mouth wide open and took the head of Tommys hard cock into the warmth and moisture of her mouth. Tommy arched his back upward, and soon Tess had the entire thick 6" cock in her mouth. Her head was rising and falling in a steady rythm, and her sucking and slurping could be heard through the thin walls as she sucked her son's cock. Tommy was moaning softly, and Vikki watched as Tess increased her rythem, one hand moving to allow her fingers to stroke and fondle Tommy's balls. Tom's ass was dancing on the bed, his moans merging into one as Tess moved her mouth up and down the length of his cock faster and faster. Tom suddenly arched his back with a howl of delight, and his mother ceased moving her head alomg his rigid shaft. Vikki could tell from her Mom's cheeks compressing inward, and the movement of her throat that she was sucking ever bit of her son's cum and swallowing it, savoring every drop. as his moans ceased and his breathing retuned to normal/

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We went to the restaurant and were served by a tall handsome guy in his twenties. Typically, Jessica made a point to show off her big ass and flirt with the guy, and the guy gleefully reciprocated. Midway through the dinner Jessica said she had to go to the bathroom to freshen up and left. After a couple of minutes I saw her at the back of the restaurant talking to the waiter. They talked for a few minutes and as Jessica started to make her way back to the table I saw the waiter intently stare at her ass and then all of a sudden slap her ass and then left his hand their groping it for a few seconds. I almost jumped out of my chair in shock. Jessica did nothing but smile seductively at him and then walk back to our table. I pretended not to notice when she came back.

 

 

After about a half hour of more flirting and interplay between Jessica and the waiter we decided to leave. As we were exiting Jessica suddenly said “I have to go to the bathroom baby, get the car and start the engine, I’ll be out in 5 minutes.” I didn’t think anything at the time and just said ok and left. As I was leaving I looked back at Jessica, who was walking across the restaurant, and watching her swaying ass made me suspicious. I decided to wait a few minutes and then follow her.

 

After a couple or so minutes, I walked across the restaurant to the back and wandered around a couple of rooms for a few minutes. As I started to open the next door I was going to search, I was stopped dead in my tracks halfway opening the door. As I peered through the crack in the open door there was my wife of one week on her knees sucking the waiter’s fat dick. I almost screamed aloud in total shock. Her pants were rolled down halfway to her knees exposing her beautiful plump thong covered ass. Her back was to me and he was too rapt to notice me peering in the room. She was taking him deep and giving me a sloppy blowjob. I stood there for about 15 minutes unnoticed. Sure, I had a hard-on and was horny, but more than that I was jealous and pissed. Here she was giving this stranger he just met an amazing blowjob, but me, her husband, she never gave anything. I continued to look on until he started moaning loudly and I knew he was cumming deep inside her mouth. She swallowed all of it. I couldn’t take anymore and started to walk back to the car. As I was leaving, I heard the waiter say bye to Jessica and then gave her a nice slap on her ass.

 

I didn’t know how to act as she came back into the car. She entered the car and simply said “Hey baby” and then gave me a little kiss on the lips. She then just stared at me for a second and then suddenly lunged forward and gave me a sloppy French kiss that lasted at least 5 minutes. After that I started the car and began to drive away. I glanced at her and she seemed to be smirking, even laughing a little bit. Only then did I realize that I had probably just tasted the waiter’s cock and probably swallowed some of his cum. And Jessica seemed to be amused by all of this.

 

I decided not to file a divorce or do anything like that yet, since we were leaving for our honeymoon the next day and I had planned on fucking Jessica A LOT during this vacation. I decided that after our honeymoon I will probably take action.

 

 

We arrived in the beach side resort early the next day. We showered, ate, and then I proposed the idea that me and Jessica go into the hotel spa outside. Jessica changed into skimpy bra and a thong, as usual. I hoped that the mood in the spa might get her a little horny so I could fuck her tonight. This was to be deemed a big mistake.

 

After a couple of minutes in the spa alone, a tall handsome guy who was probably like 23 came into the spa alone. He introduced himself as Mike. He immediately stared at Jessica, focusing on her DD tits. She liked the attention and began to flirt with him. They both seemed to not even notice me. After a couple of minutes of flirting Jessica suddenly turned to me and said “Get me a drink, baby” I did as I was told. As I came back I noticed that Jessica and Mike had gotten a little closer in the spa and his hand was on her thigh. As I got back into the spa, Jessica got up and sat right on his lap, not even noticing me. This caused Mike to have a big grin on his face as he looked at me inferiorly. After a few minutes of talking Mike whispered something into Jessica’s ear and she nodded. They got up and began to walk back to the hotel. I just followed them unnoticed. I soon realized that we were walking back to his room. As we were walking back I noticed that Mike’s hand was on Jessica firm ass, slapping, grabbing, and groping it the whole way back. We got back to the room and then immediately Mike went and sat on the bed and Jessica walked right in front of him, kneeled, pulled down his pants, and then whipped out his 9 inch cock.

 

I managed to muster “What the hell, Jessica”

 

Jessica just turned to me and said “I’m sorry baby, but your little pencil dick doesn’t satisfy me. Just enjoy the show and shut up, cuckold” She said all this with a little smile on her face.

 

Mike then turned to me and said “Yeah, shut the f*ck up wimp or I’ll kick your ass”

 

I didn’t know what to do, so I just sat on a chair in the back of the room. Jessica proceeded to deep throat Mike, licking the tip of his dick and even sucking his balls. She continued to take him in and out for like 20 minutes. Then I noticed that Mike was about to cum. He held Jessica face right in front of his dick and aimed all of his sperm right into his mouth. She caught all of it, not missing any drops.

 

Them Mike said “That’s all for now baby, I wanna save some for tonight”

 

Jessica just nodded her head, unable to speak with all of those loads of cum in her mouth. After he left, she finished up swallowing his cum and then she caught my gaze. She looked at me for a couple of seconds and then looked at my straining dick in my shorts and then said with a smile “You enjoyed that huh?” She then came up to me and gave me a full out French kiss. It seemed some of Mike’s cum was still in her mouth and she literally deposited it from her mouth into mine. After the sloppy kiss she looked at me inferiorly and said “You like that too huh? You like tasting cock? You like eating cum? You might as well be sucking dick” She laughed.

 

I asked her what Mike meant when he said he wanted to “save some for tonight” She said that Mike was taking her clubbing later tonight.

 

Mike arrived at around 7:30 at our room. He brought a few of his friends. They all looked at me and just smirked and then proceeded to gape at Jessica, who was wearing the shortest, tightest black mini skirt you have ever seen. She wore a yellow top which was like only 3 inches in length and a black thong that peeked out of her mini skirt and could be seen by anyone.

 

We went to a club and Jessica began to dance with Mike and his friends. She rubbed and shaked her ass all over their crotches the whole night. They were busy grabbing tits and ass the whole night. I was left to watch at the bar.

 

After a couple of hours of dancing we went back to Mikes room. There they wasted no time. They immediately began to grope Jessica and grab her tits and ass. There were four of them in total. She had them all sit in a row in chairs and then began to give blowjobs one by one. I sat in the back, unnoticed by everyone. Jessica sucked them all off until they were about to cum and then moved on to the next. She said she wanted them to save their load for later. After sucking the last guy, she got on top of the bed and went into doggie position for sex. Mike went behind her first and stuck his cock into her slit first. The other three guys came in front of her. She took one guy’s dick in the mouth and then jacked off the other two. This was the position they alternated fucking Jessica for like what seemed to be 2 hours. The last guy was fucking Jessica doggie style when suddenly he looked at me and stared at me for a couple of seconds. My heart sank. He then said “Hey, you, little wimp, come lay down here under your wife,who I am fucking, and suck my balls you cuck” They all got a chuck out of this. Even Jessica, you looked at me and just laughed. I did as I was told. I walked up to them and then lay down under Jessica. My head was inches away from the Jessica pussy and the guy’s cock. I stared at his sweaty balls and just shuddered. And then I proceeded to do what I was ordered to do. I started to lick his balls. I could taste all the sweat and juices that were dripping off his balls. They all just started to laugh.

 

After about a half-hour they all got up and Jessica continued to lay in doggie-style position. They all came up behind her one by one and then jacked off, shooting their cum all over her big, nice, ass. All four of them sprayed their load all over her ass. I didn’t know the particular reason for them doing this at the time. I was quickly enlightened.

 

After they had all cummed on her ass, all of them, including Jessica, looked at me, and ordered me to “Clean her up”

 

I just stared at them in disbelief for a couple of minutes. The Mike said “You better do it or I’ll kick your ass” Jessica laughed at this and then looked at me and with her hand pointed to her ass, ordering me to eat all of their cum off her ass.

 

I knew I was going to have to so I just went behind her and buried my head into her big ass and began to eat and lick all of their cum off my wife’s ass. It tasted sweet and salty. It took my 10 minutes to lap all of their cum of their ass.

 

After they all had a chuckle over my humiliation they all left. This is basically how my relationship with Jessica is to this day. For some reason, I have yet to file a divorce.

                        

What was it they had said? Oh yeah, “the flight to Los Angeles has been delayed blah-blah-blah”. Fuckers! She looked around, trying to find her guy, to no avail. He had probably left after her call. She sighed and sat down on a chair, away from the commotion near the metal detectors. Some dude was being arrested.

Kaylie was so frustrated that she didn’t see the nondescript woman approach her. She sat down behind her and quietly slipped a minuscule package inside her purse. Kaylie didn’t notice her as she was staring at the ceiling, wondering why she had accepted this job. Her purse was lying in the chair next to her and didn’t appear to have been moved.

The mysterious woman silently got up and left. Kaylie got up, took her cargo bag and purse and marched to the toilets. She hadn’t had time to make herself beautiful before the plane took off. She spent some time in the loo and looked in the mirror. No, this wouldn’t do at all. She liked to be pretty. She opened her bag and took out her makeup kit. When she was finished, she put it back inside her bag and admired her handy work.

She was superb. Long silky honey-blond hair that went to her hips, thin eyebrows, lustful green eyes, an elegant pointed nose, round lips that seemed to be locked in a constant pout and an angular face set on a long neck. She was 5”9, quite tall for a woman, had a 36B chest, a slim and somewhat muscular figure and legs that kept every guy’s attention. She was, simply put, statuesque.

She could have been a model. In fact, she had been a model. She had started her career at nineteen. For a while, it was fun. The glamour, the money, the magazine covers, the clothes, the fame… But it was all too easy. She was content with her job when one day she received a phone call. She had acquired a certain reputation in the business and a well-respected cosmetics company had offered her a real job. Not one where she would simply have to be pretty. One where she would use all her talents, including her head, for she had brains. She had finished in the top ten of her class in high school. Modeling had put her through college, earning her a degree in business management.

The job was that of spokeswoman for the company. She had signed on a few months after turning twenty-seven. She looked in the mirror once again, smoothed a couple of wrinkles on her aqua miniskirt and green top and exited the toilets. She was walking towards the exit, feeling calmer. She was almost out when a hand clamped on her shoulder.

“Excuse me, ma’am. Could you follow us please?”

The question came from a security officer. Another one was walking towards them. Kaylie was puzzled. Why would they want to talk to her?

“What’s wrong?”

“We need you to follow us to the post, ma’am.”

“I’m not going anywhere until I know what this is all about.” Her anger was steadily rising with each passing second. Who the fuck did these two jerks think they were?

“We have reasons to believe that you’re carrying drugs.”

Kaylie couldn’t stop herself. She laughed, only for a second, before covering her mouth and stifling her mirth. Drugs! These guys were dumb!

“Excuse me,” she said, after regaining her composure. “I think that’s very unlikely. By all means, take me to the post.”

They walked to an off-limit part of the airport and led her to a dull gray room. It had black tinted windows through which you couldn’t see. There was a single table and three chairs, all metal. There was also a lone pole in a corner, like in those striptease clubs. She dropped her bag on the table and plopped down on a chair.

“Okay, what is it about?”

“We told you, drugs. We think you may be carrying some. We have to search your bags,” one of the officers told her.

Kaylie shook her head. “No way I’m letting a guy go throw my things. Sorry, but it’s not gonna happen.”

The officer sighed. “What about a woman?”

“That’d be okay.”

“All right. Wait here,” he said as he and his colleague departed. She looked around. With nothing to do but wait, she tapped her fingers on the table. After five minutes the door opened. She looked up lazily.

The officer was dressed in the usual blue and black uniform but she was nonetheless beautiful. Long auburn hair, round face, blue-eyed and nearly as tall as herself. The uniform seemed to mold itself on her skin. Her every curve were exposed and my… what curves those were.

She wasn’t as pretty as Kaylie, with a few pimples scattered on her face, hips that were just a touch too large and hair a bit unruly. She gave Kaylie the once-over, letting her gaze fall on the bag.

“I’m told you’re a bit uncooperative,” she said, not even deigning to introduce herself. She had a haughty air about her that told Kaylie she was high-ranking. Maybe a lieutenant instead of a mere officer.

She nodded. “There are some things that a woman doesn’t let a man touch. You should know that,” she said, leaning back in her chair.

The officer smiled and offered her hand. “I’m Lieutenant Katie Morgan.” They shook hands and Kaylie noticed her strength in her grip. She opened her bag and slid it across the table to the officer. “There you go. I assure you, I have never touched drugs in my life.”

“They always say that before we get them,” Katie muttered as she carefully took out and unfolded garments that would have had her arrested for indecent exposure a decade back. She emptied the bag and passed her hands on every surface, trying to find secret pockets. Nothing. She went through the clothes under the disinterested eyes of her ‘guest’.

Still nothing. She was about to give up when she saw the purse. “Hand over the purse.” Kaylie obeyed silently. Katie opened it and went through it before smiling. She took a hanky and slowly took out the tiny plastic bag. It contained a white powder, probably coke or heroin. Kaylie hadn’t noticed her as she was staring at one of the walls. She dropped the plastic on the table.

Kaylie turned her head at the sound and her jaw dropped. She stared at the thing on the table, barely registering the fact that a wide grin was splitting the lieutenant’s face. She shook her head in silent denial before she found her voice.

“It’s not mine.”

“It never is, sweetheart.”

“I’m serious! I don’t do drugs! It’s bad for the body!” Kaylie fairly screamed.

The lieutenant was stoically watching the outburst. “I’m afraid I have to arrest you,” she said, taking out a pair of handcuffs. She slapped them on Kaylie’s wrists. The cold metal made her shiver and tears welled in her eyes. She willed herself not to cry.

Katie got up, put the plastic in her back pocket and exited the room. She went to get herself some coffee. She paused when she started to add sugar. That woman sounded sincere. She gazed at the sugar in the spoon. It looked every bit as the drugs. A plan formed in her mind. She smiled a wicked smile. Yes, she was going to enjoy this. It had been so long since her last time….

She drank the stinking liquid and headed for the room. It was soundproof, luckily. She strode in purposefully. She found her ‘guest’ anxiously sitting. “The boss asked me to search you,” she said, locking the door. “You may be carrying other things.”

She took off the cuffs and led her to the pole in the corner. She passed the metal chain around the pole and cuffed Kaylie again, effectively depriving her the use of her arms. She looked at her ass. Oh yes, she was going to enjoy this…

She patted her clothes, feeling no bra under the top. She slowly descended to the lower back, her hands brushing the soft skin.

Kaylie shuddered as she felt a tingle. The officer reached her miniskirt and grabbed each of her buttocks in a hand. She squeezed them both, rubbing them through the material. What was this? This wasn’t a normal search.

She felt he hands slid along her legs to her feet. Her high heels were unceremoniously taken off. She felt the hands go up again. “What kind of search is this?” she demanded angrily.

“Shut up,” the officer hissed. She unzipped her mini and let it drop to the floor. The tiny string barely covered her neatly trimmed pussy. Kaylie felt fingers trace the contours of her ass. They worked their way to small elastic band and yanked it down, uncovering her precious fruit.

Now, she was frightened. What did this woman want with her? She felt the fingers move to her entrance. The officer pressed herself against her back, a hand on her pussy, the other around her waist.

Katie inhaled her victim’s scent, smelling the lavender on her hair. She pinched her clit, softly at first then harder. A low moan resulted. She worked on the pussy more, enjoying the game. She abruptly dug two fingers inside the cunt and heard a sharp breath.

“I have to search where you could have hidden the drugs,” Katie whispered in Kaylie’s ears as her fingers rubbed the walls of the vagina. She slid in a third finger, working furiously now.

Kaylie shivered. She felt jolts going to her brain as the fingers slid in and out of her. She didn’t question the officer anymore, merely welcomed the wave of pleasure coursing through her body. The fingers moved faster until she gasped and her juices ran down her smooth legs. She felt the fingers linger then retreat.

Katie brought her hand to her mouth and tasted it. She put one finger into the hot vagina and put it under Kaylie’s nose. “What is that? We’ll have to analyze it but I’m afraid that the lab is closed today. I’ll have to do it manually.”

Kaylie breathed in the intoxicating smell of her nectar. Her mind had long since shut down. Her pussy was still tingling from her orgasm. She grabbed the pole and leaned on it as Katie dropped to her knees in front of her and clamped her mouth over her steaming cunt. Her tongue lapped the juice hungrily and explored the recesses of her fruit. It seemed animated with a life of its own as it moved around.

Katie used her fingers in conjunction with her mouth. That little blonde bitch would not last long. She finger-fucked the pussy, letting her tongue caress the clit and opening. She felt the body tense and a second later heard a moan emanate from Kaylie. Sweet juice flooded her face as she drank like a sailor. It flowed down her face and on the pair of legs in front of her.

She let her victim rest, wiping her mouth with a hanky. Kaylie was breathing heavily. She had only started to play. There was so much more to come….   She went in front of her and took off the top, dropping it on the floor. The breasts were hard and the nipples erect.

“Now what’s this?” she asked softly. “It must be a cache for more drugs. I’ll have to search them too.”

She stroked the twins lovingly, tweaking the nipples occasionally. She licked them and squeezed them. She placed the left one in her mouth and sucked on it like an infant. She scraped the flesh with her teeth, enjoying the cry from Kaylie. She suckled on the flesh for a long time.

Kaylie couldn’t believe it. She was being pleasured by a woman in a way no man had ever been able to. Her breathing quickened as Katie worked her liked never before. She felt a sharp scratch and cried out again.

Katie switched to the other breast. She bit the nipple and nibbled on it, squeezing and rubbing the boob with her hand. She was starting to really enjoy this. The bitch also liked it. She decided to switch to something more ‘exotic’. She bit the breast hard, drawing blood. She heard a cry but didn’t concern herself with it. She sucked on the wound like a vampire, tasting the coppery liquid that flowed.

Kaylie couldn’t believe it. That officer had bit her! She was feeling pain but the sucking gradually brought pleasure. She didn’t know that being hurt could be so enjoyable…

Katie released the tit she was sucking on and took a step back to admire the stunning body in front of her. The breast had swelled a little, but that couldn’t be helped. She had done enough foreplay for now. Time to get serious. She went to the table and dropped her nightstick, gun, holster and everything hanging from her belt on the metal surface. She returned to Kaylie and stood in front of her. She grabbed her lower face with her left hand in a vice-like grip and stared in her suddenly fearful eyes.

“You’re going to enjoy this, bitch. If you don’t, I’ll slap you,” she whispered, savoring the fear on her victim’s face.

She returned to the table and picked up her nightstick. It resembled a Japanese -or Chinese, whatever- tomfa . It was long, nearly a foot and a half long and half again an inch thick. There was a five-inch long handle about six inches from one end. She twirled it in her hand and strode to Kaylie. She raised the baton to eye level and held it by the handle in front of the bitch. She put the long end on the beginning of her cleavage and slowly went down to her cunt.

Kaylie didn’t understand what that officer wanted. She had enjoyed herself so far, that much could not be denied, but… this was starting to look alarming. She felt the tip of the huge baton trail to her pussy. She tensed when it reached her clit. It started going in circles, rubbing her tingling sex.

Katie had been right, the bitch was enjoying this. She played with her cunt some more before getting serious. She shoved the stick’s longer end inside the woman. The small surprised cry was so… surprised, just a little bit pained and so… pleasant. She moved the stick slowly, not able to get more than nine inches inside. She accelerated a bit and heard a drawn-out moan. She continued until several low moans emanated from the body clinging to the bar in front of her. She increased her pace until she suddenly withdrew and backed up a couple of steps. The disappointed sigh was the sweetest thing she had heard since the beginning.

She moved to behind that beautiful body glistening with sweat and undid the belt that held her pants. They slid to the ground and she stepped out of them, pulling her panties off. The clothes were stained and were emitting delicious scents. She put it under Kaylie’s nose and forced her nose into the stains with the stick.

“You smell that? That’s because of you. I couldn’t get off because you came too easily. Well, bitch, if you want to cum, I’ll make you cum.”

She rammed the baton inside her cunt. Kaylie fairly screamed as it ripped through her pussy. It was big. Oh God, how it was big… No, “big” demeaned its length. It was FUCKING HUGE!!! The largest she had ever experienced was eight inches long and had been thinner. Her knees trembled. She was agonizingly adapting to this new invader. Her tormentor -or pleaser, depended on how you looked at it- was immobile. For now.

Katie held the handle in her left hand and approached the trembling bitch. She liked the way she screamed. She was glad the room was soundproof. She looked at the end jutting out of the cunt and salivated at was to come. She slowing slid the six-inch end into her own steaming pussy, enjoying the feel of this ‘cock’ inside her. She slid her right arm around Kaylie’s waist, for support and stability –in both their cases. She breathed down her beautiful neck and kissed the lovely blonde hair getting in her face.

She started moving. Slowly at first, then quickly picking up speed. That bitch was crying out loud every time the stick went inside her. The small end inside her was pressing against her walls, sending a jolt to her brain with each thrust. She moved faster, tightening her hold on the body in front of her.

Kaylie started to moan in between her cries. The ‘cock’ was starting to work its magic. She couldn’t believe she was being taken by a security officer, and a woman at that. With a stick, no less. Her body started betraying her as she felt her pussy become hot. She couldn’t hold back the torrent of liquid gushing down her legs. She was feeling sore between her legs from the treatment she was receiving.

Katie felt a surge of pleasure and satisfaction as she heard the long and loud moan. Or was it a cry? She felt the juices flow onto her legs as well as it dribbled down from between her victim’s legs. She was really enjoying this! She increased her pace, pushing Kaylie against the pole as she started pistoning her. She felt her own orgasm approaching as she moved even faster. A low guttural cry tore erupted from her throat as she came hard. Wave upon wave of pleasure flooded her mind. She nearly lost her grip on her bitch while coming. She rammed the stick home, feeling the end press her cunt walls.

She stood stock-still, catching her breath. Kaylie was silently weeping. Katie loved it. She had taken this bitch with a nightstick. A nightstick! This felt great. she slid off the small end and took out the massive baton from Kaylie’s cunt. It was glistening with cum. She licked it all clean before putting it back on the table.

Kaylie was still weeping while Katie put her clothes back on. She tossed her hair over her shoulders, took the plastic sac that had started all this and emptied its contents in the trashcan in the corner of the room. She replaced the fine powder with the sugar she had taken in the cafeteria. It looked just the same.

She shot a disdainful look at Kaylie and shouted, “Get dressed and get out! You’re cleared of all charges.” She quickly exited the room and went to talk to her superior.

“She’s clean. It was just some sugar stuff. Nothing major.”

“God, all that time just to tell me it’s nothing major? What were you doing over there? Having sex with her?”

Although she had long since grown accustomed to his crude language, Katie couldn’t help but smile. “Exactly.”

 

Since my wife would be asleep and I wouldn't see any action tonight, I reasoned that I deserved a better look as payment. So, I carefully hiked her skirt up, exposing her cloth covered cunt. I then, rubbed her box, until she stirred and rolled onto her side. This allowed me to see more of her slit as the thong rode up into her. I gently traced her labia, and tasted her juices. She tasted goood.

I was now hard as a rock, so I unzipped and dropped my shorts. I carefully slid on the bed next to Maggie. My 7 inch cock was poking her in the ass, as I pulled her thong to one side and slid one finger into her. She was hot, juicy and tight. I continued to finger her cunt for several minutes while gently stroking myself. She was getting wetter and her breathing grew shallow.

Maggie grew restless and while moving I was able to slide her thong to her knees. I then rolled them down to her ankles and coaxed one foot out. Now I had free access to her wet cunt. I slowly ran my fingers up her thighs and into her box for another taste. Sweet. I finger fucked her until I was raging hard. I slid one hand under her side, the other hand on  my cock. I pulled her gently into a spoon position and used my other hand to guide my cock between her thighs.

I rubbed my hard member over her lips coating it with her juices until it

 pedro_puku: I like the beach......

 pedro_puku: just behind the tack shop...lol

 pedro_puku: The beach.... I am wearing very little.....

 gypsy2jingles: he he, good idea

 pedro_puku: a pair of old scrubs.....no tops

 pedro_puku: nice and comfortable....

 pedro_puku: Don't want to burn my legs in the setting sun...lol

 gypsy2jingles: I'm wearing a two peice bikini, with a filmy white skirt that wraps around my waist

 gypsy2jingles: and a sun hat

 gypsy2jingles: walking my horse peaches down the beach as I feel the sand between my toes

 pedro_puku: I am coming from the opposite direction.....the setting sun is off over the ocean....

 pedro_puku: I having watching you and peaches from a distance and at first can barely make you out...wondering what you look like...looking forward to each step we take towards each other...

 gypsy2jingles: I've been watching the water as it crosses over my feet, but as we get closer, peaches nuzzles my shoulder and I look up at her, and see you comming close

 pedro_puku: It is a very secluded beach...you have ridden awhile to get here...I have sailed my boat...you see it anchored just off shore....

 pedro_puku: I was suprised to see another human on this beach...a bit upset that someone else knows about it...but once I get closer and see you....I begin to inwardly smile....

 gypsy2jingles: I am glad to see someone on the beach - I had just moved to the area and had been finding the place lonely, so I had taken peaches out for a ride and found the beach - I am eager for some human companionship though, after weeks of being alone at my own place

 pedro_puku: We are on a similiar path...seeking another humans touch.... I have been circumnavigating the globe.... my trip is framed by long periods of solo sailing....with short, intense visits to exotic places and people....and I find myself at yet another potentially wonderful encounter...

 pedro_puku: I approach you and without a word....I place my hand softly on your cheek.....and look deep into your eyes to try and read your soul....

 gypsy2jingles: the caress takes me by surprise, but I find I like it and smile a bit

 pedro_puku: I only say one word "welcome".

 pedro_puku: It softly flows over to your ears....it means welcome to this place, this beach, this passion...

 gypsy2jingles: I am caught up in the atmosphere, and I lower my eyelids in contentment - "hi" I say

 pedro_puku: I pull my hand away from your cheek and slowly take your hand.....I lead you and peaches down the beach to a blanket I had been eating dinner on...there is wine, fruit, cheese, nuts....i ask if I can give peaches an apple...

 gypsy2jingles: I nod "she would like that" I take her to a stand of palm trees and tie her there

 pedro_puku: I welcome you back to the blanket and ask you to sit down...."Do you drink wine", I ask

 gypsy2jingles: "not usually, but today I will" I sit and take the offered wine

 pedro_puku: i pour you a small glass...and also have water to sip from.... I start a small fire by our feet to keep us warm from the night ocean breeze....The light of the fire dances on your soft skin and I slowly take my hand and trace it down your shoulders....my intentions are perfectly clear by the growing excitement you see happening between my thighs...

 gypsy2jingles: I sip my wine, debating on wether I dared to answer your intentions the way you want. Then, feeling like we are the only two people in the world - I scoot closer to you, and place my hand on your thigh

 pedro_puku: I lay you down on your stomach.......

 pedro_puku: and slowly run my hands down your back....my fingers dance along your upper back....down your spine....over your nice butt and down your legs........I slowly untie your wrap and the top of your bathing suit....a kiss on the back of your neck accents my passion

 gypsy2jingles: I shiver when your fingers untie my suit, and then shiver again with your lips on my neck - but not with cold. I look back at you over my shoulder, a sensuous smile on my lips and a moistness already starting between my legs

 pedro_puku: I softly kiss your lips....my tongue moves, dances and bounces softly down your neck......i follow a similiar path my hand has just taken....my teeth grab the sexy bottoms of your suit...I pull them off....my tongue contiues to dance around your toes...I playfully suck on one...then run my kiss back up the path I just took....my tongue dances over your butt...a sign of exotic and interesting things to come....my kisses return to your neck and lips....my cock is now hard and you can feel it thru the thin fabric of the scrubs...I wear no underwear...

 gypsy2jingles: I push up from the blanket, place a hand on your shoulder, and push gently, until you are leaning back on your hands. I run my own fingers down from your shoulder, lightly skimming my nails across your chest, where my other hand joins the first and they both travel to your sides, and down to your scrubs. Then they go inside the waistband and dip them low on your hips, helping your cock join us in the firelight. I place one hand on your cock and press, and rub up and down a bit, while my other hand goes behind you to brace me as I lean into you, and place a kiss on your lips, and then follow it with a more passionate one

 pedro_puku: I take your kiss and give you a soft bit on your lower lip....my tongue slowly feels for yours...a deep kiss....my hand traces around your nipples...and one hand and fingers weaves into your thick hair...holding you to the passionate kiss..... I tell you that we are going to make passionate love, that we are going to fuck hard, that we are going to explore each others bodies and make ourselves cum until we pass out from excitement.....

 gypsy2jingles: I quiver with excitement when you nip my lip and return the kiss with more enthusiasm, while I press more on your cock, then wrap my fingers around you and begin real strokes up and down your length, while I moan as you tease my nipples and drown in your deep kiss

 pedro_puku: Your hands feel so good they pull a moan from my lips.....I firmly spin you around....you now face my cock...but most importantly your moist pussy faces me....I drink in the smell of your essence...your excitement. I slowly slide your body down mine....your hips are now in front of my face.....I kiss your pussy...running my tongue softly at your outter lips....running from your clit and playfully run my tongue all the way to your ass......it dances around back and forth......just bring you to the first rise of excitement.....my hips rise, instinctivel upward...

 gypsy2jingles: I feel your hips buck against my hand and moan at your tongue on my pussy - my hand grips your cock a little tighter and I move it up and down with firmer strokes, while trailing my other hand along your chest and shoulders, around to the back of your neck, and then - with a mischeivous wink at you, I begin to play with your ear

 pedro_puku: My hand runs the length of your left leg....I slowly move it close to your outer lips.....I do not touch you...but you feel my hand is close....My lips make contact with your clit....I softly suck on it and it swells.....my hand caresses your butt cheeks...a finger brushes past your asshole.... My hips search for your touch...with my hard cock bouncing..... I begin to think of sliding my shaft into your wet pussy....but I am enjoying the taste of you too much at the moment.

 gypsy2jingles: I moan and my head falls back and I widen my legs to give you better access, and run my finger around the outer edges of your ear, and then down to your earlobe, and then behind ear and I tickle you there a minute, before doing it all over again, while I pull my hand away from your cock long enough to dip my fingers in the wine glass, and then take my wet fingers back to your cock and stroke you with wet, firm strokes

 pedro_puku: ...a bit of pre-cum flows from my cock...coupled with the wine...my shaft is slippery...the blood pulsates thru it. My kisses focus on your clit...flicking it softly,,,sucking it....my hands reach to your hair....It feels so soft as it cascades over our bodies....I tell you that I want to fuck you.....that I need to fuck you!

 gypsy2jingles: "can you ride, my love? I find I would like a strong steed beneath me, and inside me..."

 pedro_puku: yes,,,I can ride.....but I admit I have never made love while doing it....

 gypsy2jingles: I grin, and pinch you just above the base of your cock - "then come with me - and we will ride together..." I lead you to peaches, and untie her, and watch your butt muscles ripple as you mount her saddle naked. I take your hand mount facing you, and take your cock and place it at the opening of my pussy, then sink down onto you, my pussy stretching to take you in, until I am sitting completly on your cock. I lean forward - " Guide her to the beach, and face her toward the shoreline - she knows what to do - when you need to fuck me harder - make her go faster..."

 pedro_puku: I slowly gyrate my hips...my pelves bone rubs your clit....we kiss.....my hands run down your back....I am thankful that you have a western saddle....better to grip...I spur peaches with my bare feet and start to fuck you....

 pedro_puku: My lips kiss your nipples

 pedro_puku: your hair falls over us...

 pedro_puku: I spur peaches to run faster....she knows that we want speed and can sense our pure xtc!

 pedro_puku: the beach runs for miles and miles....we fuck harder

 pedro_puku: my left hand slides near your ass....a finger covers your asshole and I look into your eyes for approval....

 gypsy2jingles: I grin and nod to you, enjoying the feel of your cock pumping in and out of my pussy with every step the horse takes. I squeel in delight as you kick her into a trot and then a canter, loving how your cock goes deeper inside me as we ride faster - I press my breasts into your chest and grip your shoulders and grind my hips with yours every time we rock with the horse's movements

 pedro_puku: the horses movements melt into ours....I am completely in a haze of enjoyment...I kiss you deeply not caring where the horse takes us....I drive my cock deep into you and slowly allow my finger to enter your ass....you can feel my finger as it pushes against my cock which is stroking in and out of your pussy.....

 gypsy2jingles: Peaches rockets down the beach - sending us rocking at a fast pace that matches - I moan as your finger enters my ass and can feel the tighter friction and can feel the feelings building within me, knowing I am comming close - reveling in sensations, I return your kiss deeply and passionately, then pull away from you just enough to allow my nipples to rub your chest with every rocking movement, sending my pleasure even higher

 pedro_puku: I am almost beyond the point of no return...I insert a final second finger into your ass to increase the wonder friction of my cock as it pounds inside and out of you....Peaches makes you bounce high and hard on my cock....I watch your wonder breasts as they bounce from the movement of the horse, but also the deep breathing.... I begin to hold you tight...my body quivers....I hold my xtc until you are ready to explode.....

 gypsy2jingles: I moan when you insert your second finger into my ass, the action giving me new waves of pleasure, and I can feel my pussy starting tiny convulsions already. I lean into you so you can hear me " I'm almost there, lover. When you are ready, nod at me, and I will command peaches to halt - when she does, she will throw us together hard, and your cock will be as deep inside me as it will go" I lean away to watch you as we rock with the horse, your cock fucking my pussy and your fingers fucking my ass and my breasts and nipples rubbing your chest - my breathing is hard and my pussy tight and juicy on your hard cock

 pedro_puku: We are one....I do not want this pleasure to end....but it cannot go on....I must climax, I have to feel your body quiver and hear your moans and shouts...I nod and dig my hand into your hips my fingers in your ass rub the walls of your pussy against my shaft.. I start to yell that I am cumming!

 gypsy2jingles: I call for Peaches to halt, and she throws us hard into each other as I feel your hot cum shoot inside me, and my pussy convulses around your hot cock and I scream in xtc - while peaches slows down, she pits us hard into each other again and again before she stops

 pedro_puku: I buck into you and just hold you, pull you into me...my muscles melt with your body...we are one.....it takes peaches and us a while to cool down... I just drink in the smell of ocean, sand, sweat and sex.... I smile at you and ask if you have ever fucked on a sailboat? But that is for another night or may be morning my Gypsy! Night

 gypsy2jingles: I grin, "I haven't fucked on a sailboat before, but I think that if you can ride like that Off a horse, it should be fun LOL! Night

 pedro_puku: sweet dreams....I know I will!

 gypsy2jingles: sweet dreams....until next time